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His tone was calm, so much so that I shook my head to clear the cobwebs from my brain and get the full gist of his headspace.
“Yes, and I’m sorry,” I answered hesitantly.
He reached out and tweaked my nipple. A zap of pleasure/pain shot to my core and kicked my needy libido into overdrive.
“You aren’t yet, but you will be. Do I need to remind you what happened after we first arrived, when you defied me and took off into the ocean?”
He didn’t need to remind me. I’d run and dove into the ocean to the sounds of Alex yelling warnings, which I ignored and got caught in the undertow. It had felt like a million tons of pressure pushing me down. The worst part was, I hadn’t even seen it coming.
As the pressure lifted, I’d feebly made my way up for a breath, but another wave pummeled me below the water. Just when I’d thought I would drown, a grip of steel wrapped around my wrist and tugged me up to the surface. I’d gulped in much-needed oxygen while Alex carried me the remaining few feet to shore.
I’d apologized but he didn’t seem to have heard me. He’d worn the look of a man haunted, caught up in a nightmare I hadn’t understand. After many assurances and apologies, he’d seemed to awaken and examined me for injuries. Assured I was fine, he’d carried me to the house, and straight into the shower.
The way he’d gently cleaned the salt and seaweed from my hair had me melting under his ministrations. I’d inhaled the scent of mango shampoo as it filled the bathroom with its exotic fruity fragrance.
On my body, he’d used gardenia body wash with a reverence that had taken my breath away. He’d started with my foot and moved up my calf to my thighs, higher to the crest of silky skin between my inner thigh and pelvis. Then, to my disappointment, he’d moved on to the other leg. He’d stopped at the crest as he had with the first leg. I’d held my breath in anticipation of his fingers brushing against my pouty, needy vulva. Instead, he’d soaped my rear end, his movement a little less reverent and a little more aggressive.
“I remember how you rescued me from drowning,” I confessed.
His eyes glittered dangerously. “I guess I will have to make your punishment more memorable this time. I seem to recall accepting your apologies and then delivering a lesson I hoped you wouldn’t soon forget, isn’t that right, my little stowaway?”
My memories drifted back to when he’d dried me off with the fluffy towel after my first shower in his house. I remember thinking I had won the lottery because he treated me so gently. But when he’d finished drying me, he laid down the law.
“I accept your apologies, Antonia, but I intend on giving you a lesson that you will never forget. Remember this lesson before you decide that not asking for permission before doing something new is a wise choice. I told you before, I run the show. If you want to swim, you can go to the pool or you can ask me the best time of day to swim in the ocean based on the tides. Don’t run off again until you know this island and its dangers.”
I processed his words. I knew he would never really hurt me, but there were many ways to punish one errant woman, as he’d said multiple times already.
“I understand.”
“Follow me.” Alex was wearing a towel around his waist, but I was naked and hoped he didn’t have any servants lurking around. Through a door located on the other side of the bathroom was a large bedroom with a hand-carved bed in the center of the room. I could see the sun had traveled across the sky, steadily moving toward sunset and nighttime. But what captured my complete attention was a pretty, odd-looking piece of furniture in one corner of the room. A seat of sorts comprised of three large sets of plexiglass figure eights looked sturdy. Between the large eights was empty space.
“What is that?”
“You’ll see,” he said ominously.
He guided me onto the odd-looking chair, my thighs straddling the middle set of eights while my elbows rested on the front group, and as expected, my ass cheeks wereon the back two. The position required my legs to be stretched apart, but not so widely that I was uncomfortable. He grabbed some white, silky rope and first tied my thighs in place, followed by my forearms. I had no choice but to bend forward with my back entrance on full display.
I felt vulnerable but not afraid as Alex would never hurt me. I know that was a lot of faith for someone who had been constantly lied to and used. But then why bother to not hand me in at the airport as a thief, or purchase me a wardrobe, and he’d saved me from drowning. Surely not the actions of a man who held ill intent toward me. So yes, I was calm with my anus on full display for his eyes only.
Alex had the odd apparatus facing a mirror, allowing me to view myself trussed up like a pig at the island luau I believed they held here.
I watched as Alex retrieved something from a drawer beside the bed, and a moment later I felt something cold at my puckered anal opening and realized as he rubbed that it must be lubrication. He slid a machine underneath me that had a cock attached to it.
“What’s going on?”
Alex lined up the machine and turned it on. If I dropped my head low enough, I could see the fake cock move upward. I tensed, waiting for it to stab into my poor anus, but instead, the cock barely entered my pussy. It wasn’t deep enough to provide any type of satisfaction as the head was barely getting in and then disappearing. It was annoying as fuck! Then he left and came back with a small bag. I felt something prodding at the ring of my ass opening and attempted to clench my cheeks together in response.
Alex chuckled as I fought a losing battle and felt something large fully penetrate and sit deep in my ass. He left again, this time coming back with the antique wooden brush, the very same one he’d used on my hair only a few minutes ago.
He brought it down just as the tip of the dildo pressed against my opening.
“Twenty strokes, and then the heat you feel on the outside will be on the inside.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but being bent as I was, the skin across my backside was stretched tight, and the sting from the brush was almost unbearable. When the strokes ended, tears were leaking from my eyes. Yet, I was so turned on and frustrated by the barely-there cock at my weeping opening.
Then I felt a new sensation in my ass. Alex replaced the first object with something that offered a pleasant warmth to begin with but quickly changed to high heat as Alex moved the item slowly in and out for several strokes. Now my ass felt full, my vajayjay achingly empty, and my ass cheeks throbbed from the brush.
Then the rush of heat intensified, and my insides felt like they were on fire. I let out a screech of shock. My eyes flew up to the mirror and found Alex watching me with his sparkling, almost black ones. He stood behind me, moving that cursed burning thing in and out of my ass, knowing full well the effect it was having. I was sweating all over as the heat overwhelmed me.
