Pleasure Bay (27 page)

“Fuck!” he growled, placing his hands on her hips as she continued to push back onto him, slowly taking more of him deep inside her. Lord, have mercy! If this wasn’t the best feeling in the world… “You’re so tight and hot.”

“You like this?” She had turned her head to the side and was watching him, a heavenly smile on her lips, lust changing her eyes to a glassy, hazy shade of blue.

“Yes, ma’am, so very much,” he groaned, watching as the last couple of inches of his cock disappeared into her ass.

“Move with me now, baby. Don’t be scared, you won’t hurt me.”

“Katie,” he whispered, moving with her while she set the pace, “you’re remarkable.”

The sight of his thick cock pumping into her from behind was an image he knew he’d never forget as long as he lived. She put her shoulders down on the desk, which caused her ass to rise. “Faster,” she breathed.

He closed his eyes and did as she asked. If he kept watching, he knew it would be over too soon. He was having a hard time fighting it off as it was but wanted the unbelievable feeling to last—forever, if possible.

“Jesus, you feel so tight,” he groaned, knowing he couldn’t last much longer.

Her moans mixed with his and their voices echoed off the walls as she forced herself backward, impaling herself on him harder, encouraging him to match her thrusts. He opened his eyes and looked at her strained face pressed against the desk, then to his cock jutting wickedly into the hottest place on earth.

“I’m going to come,” he growled, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of her hips.

“Me too,” she gasped. “Fill me,” she panted. “Come deep inside me, baby.” The sound of those words and the look on her sexy face made him lose it. He drove into her hard and deep as his cock erupted, surging wildly inside her.

“Fuck!” he called loudly, when she tipped over with him, screaming his name as her body convulsed. It was all he could do to hold onto this gorgeous woman as she came apart beneath him. “Oh… hell… yes!” was his hoarse cry.

When her orgasm started to subside, he slowed his thrusts to a gentle glide as they both caught their breath. The lazy smile on Katie’s face told him she was happy and sated. He eased out of her slowly and then picked her up, cradling her in his arms while he sat on the edge of the desk.

“I don’t want to leave here tomorrow,” he said softly into the damp hair at her temple. “Tell me we can see each other again. I’ll make a reservation to come back as soon as I can, but only if I can be paired with you again.” He began rocking them back and forth, never wanting to let her go. This beautiful woman, so hot and kinky, and completely out of this world, had changed him, introducing him to sexual pleasures he never knew possible. He knew right then he had to have more… of her! Even if it meant he would go broke in the process, he needed this woman in his life—at any cost.

“Why don’t you just talk to D about a membership?”

“Can I do that?” he asked, suddenly excited. “I mean, even though I’m not a dom or a sub?”

“You’re not? You sure could have fooled me.” She smirked. “I’d say you’re most definitely a switch, like me. And just for the record, you have an astounding dom side. What you did in the woods today under that tree rocked my world, and tonight, well… let’s just say that you aced your exam.”

He felt his heart swell so much it hurt. Had he really rocked her world? Perhaps in the same way she rocked his. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he whispered, “Thank you.”

“You know what? I have a great idea.” Her words were filled with excitement as she pulled back enough to look at him. “Those new cabanas D’s building, why don’t you ask him about finishing them? Maybe you can work out a deal in exchange for a membership. That way you won’t get put on the waiting list.”

“Waiting list?” he inquired.

“Yup. Pleasure Bay memberships are in high demand. This is one of the best places to play safely and discreetly. But they can only accommodate so many people, you know?”

“That’s why they’re building more bungalows and cabanas.”

“Yes, but those are mostly for paying guests. Members usually stay in the east wing of the mansion. I normally request room 302; it’s on the third floor and has a stunning view of the morning sun. A member can reserve a guest cabana, but those are booked far in advance. Like you, most guests love it here so much they want to return as members. So D had to cap membership until he could build more accommodations.”

Suddenly, the bounding joy in Shane’s heart began to dwindle. She told him at the cocktail party that she visited twice a month and the thought of her playing with someone else nearly killed him.

“Hey,” she said, putting a hand on the side of his face. “What just happened? Why the long face all of a sudden?”

Unable to look at her, he turned his head.
For fuck’s sake, Moore, pull yourself together. She’ll think you’re a pussy if she sees tears in your eyes.
He stood up, setting her softly on the desk. Avoiding her eyes, he moved to retrieve his jeans.

“Shane, stop! Look at me,” she said in her commanding domme voice. A burning desire swept through him to obey her, to drop to his knees and beg her to be his mistress, and in turn, he’d be her dom when she needed it. He stopped, afraid his feelings were one-sided. Holding his jeans in his hand, he turned to face her.

“Talk to me, baby,” she urged.

“I can’t. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m just being stupid.” He put a leg into his jeans, hurrying as he noticed her approaching him.

“Shane… please. I feel like I’ve done something terribly wrong.” She put a warm hand on his chest and he took it in his own and held it.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me. I’m not used to how things work in this lifestyle.”

“That’s why a membership is such a great idea. You can come here to learn and explore.”

Shane closed his eyes, squeezing her hand close to his heart. “Only with you, Katie. Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t play well with others. I know that you come here a lot and probably have a different partner every weekend, but…” He couldn’t go on. His voice was quavering as it was and he felt like a fool for being so sappy.

A soft finger wiped at the lone tear at the corner of his eye. He looked at her and spoke contritely. “Katie, I’m sorry. I’ve ruined our weekend.”

“Shh… easy, big guy.” As he looked into her sparkling eyes, he saw tears in hers as well. “I don’t play with multiple partners. Well, I should say I don’t have sex with multiple partners. For the past year, I’ve been training and learning from other doms and dommes, like Dana, who you saw in the dungeon. The lifestyle isn’t all about the sex, you know.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It takes some skill to give a proper spanking, or use a paddle on someone’s ass. You cringed out there when you saw Mark, the guy with the whip who had his sub on the wheel. In the wrong hands that whip is dangerous, but Mark is an experienced and trusted dom. He had to have a mentor for six months before D would allow him to use a whip in his dungeon and since his mentor was Thor, I highly doubt any sex took place during their sessions.”

“Thor?”

Katie smiled. “The huge Viking we passed when we first came in. Black leather vest, orange band on his lapel?”

“That guy’s build puts me to shame. I thought he was security.”

“He is security this weekend, just for the dungeon. But he’s also a member, a master, and an expert with that bullwhip that never leaves his side. Many of the doms have asked for lessons from him. Anyway, my point is, not every scene or session results in sex or even orgasm. If you must know, you’re my first in over a year.”

“Then what do you do here every other weekend?”

“I learn. Most of the time, I’m back here in one of these private fantasy rooms taking lessons and practicing. I’ve learned a lot from Dana and her sub. She taught me about triggers and responses. They’re a very open couple and they really enjoy helping out in the community.”

“Katie.”

“If I haven’t freaked you out too much this weekend, I could introduce you to them if you get a membership.”

“Katie!” He put his hands on her shoulders. “You’re speaking Greek, honey. Complete newbie here, remember?”

A sweet strawberry blush appeared on her cheeks. “Sorry,” she said softly. “I guess I did kind of forget how new you are. It’s just…” Her blush deepened and she dropped her eyes.

Shane wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. “Just what, babe?”

“That you’re perfect for me,” she whispered into his chest. “And I don’t want what we’ve found here to end any more than you do.”

Shane put a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to his. Before she could say anything, he kissed her hard, sinking a hand into the back of her hair. She returned his kiss with a fiery passion and by the time their lips finally parted, Katie had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, both of them panting and gasping for breath.

“Be my girl, Katie. Membership or not, just say you’ll be mine.”

“Yes.” She grinned, putting her hands on the side of his face as he carried her to the desk. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she spouted enthusiastically.

He set her down, stepping between her silky thighs. With his face in her hands, he bent his head and kissed her softly. “I want to make love to my girl,” he whispered against her lips as he encouraged her to lie back.

“Wait, baby. Not here. Let’s go back to the Bramble where we can be private.” He noticed a pink hue on her cheeks as she picked up the butt plug. “Besides, I need to clean up a little.” She looked at the plug and then at him.

It was Shane’s turn to blush. How could he have been so stupid? “Of course, I should have thought about that. I mean—”

“Shh.” She put a finger to his lips. “Just get your pants on so we can go, big guy.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, giving her a quick wink. “I’m anxious to get my teacher alone for more private lessons.”

Chapter Fifteen

A soft murmur of male voices pulled her from sleep. It was followed by a door softly closing and a clattering of what sounded like dishes. Rolling onto her back, she opened her eyes and saw Jaxon, a tray in his hands. After her eyes caressed his face with its sexy morning scruff of beard, she moved on to the second most gorgeous thing in the room, the carafe of coffee.

Seeing she was awake, he smiled. “Good morning, baby. Room service.”

As she sat up, her bare bottom rubbed against the sheets and reminded her of all the attention it had received over the past two days. It was noticeable, but not altogether unpleasant.

“How do you feel?”

“Very well rested, thank you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He put down the tray, picked up a tube of something from the nightstand and then unceremoniously pulled off the sheet.

She grabbed for it and missed. “Jax!”

“Hush, I’m going to inspect for any damage and apply more of this special cream.” His hands wrapped around her wrists and removed the hands that had modestly flown to her breasts when he stripped off the sheet. “Tsk tsk, Sydney, you can’t possibly be shy after last night.”

“I guess it’s silly, considering what you saw and did to me, huh?”

“Not silly, but I suppose quite normal for a beginner.” His eyes, which had been on her breasts, rose to her face. “Your nipples are still pink. Are they sore?”

“No, sir,” was her automatic response.

“You can call me by name while we’re private, baby. Reserving ‘sir’ for playtime is fine.”

“It’s kind of natural now, sir—uh, Jax.”

He searched her face with a pleased expression on his own. “I’m glad for that, Sydney, but I’m not one for protocol unless we’re playing. Whatever you’re most comfortable with is fine with me.”

He bent his head to her breasts and she watched as he slowly and gently laved her nipple with his tongue. It pebbled instantly, prompting a whimpering sigh.

“So responsive,” he murmured. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“Not in a bad way, sir.”

Chuckling, he moved to the other nipple and licked it the same way. Sitting up, he opened the tube and squirted a dab of cream on his fingers. He massaged it into her breasts, gently paying meticulous attention to her nipples. By the time he was done, she was aroused once again and having difficulty staying still.

“Spread your legs.”

Her heart rate surged at the intimate command and she obeyed without hesitation. That he had her in the palm of his hand after only two days was hard to grasp, but like calling him sir, it also seemed natural.

He inspected her, parting her folds with his big fingers, but ever so gently. Although her face flamed with the intimacy of the act, her hips lifted, wantonly offering her pussy up to his mouth.

“Mmm… trying to direct the play again? Remember where that got you last night.”

“I just want you, Jaxon. Will you make love to me this morning?”

He stilled and silence encompassed the room. After a moment he responded to her offer. “You leave today, Sydney. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

Mortified, she tried to roll away. He didn’t want her. He hadn’t tried to take things further all weekend, seeing to her pleasure, her fantasy. As she suspected, she was just another guest to him. What an idiot she was.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he warned. His long arm snaked around her waist before she made it off the bed and he hauled her back. Rolling her onto her back, he leaned over her, his arms trapping her body between them as he looked down into her face.

She averted her eyes, not wanting to reveal her embarrassment and deep hurt, but she wasn’t good at hiding her emotions. She cursed herself as she felt tears burn behind her eyelids. “I should get packed.” What she had hoped would be a calm, even statement, came out raw with emotion and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Baby…”

“I’m sorry to have thrown myself at you. You probably get tired of it. I know it’s your job to uh… entertain me, but—” She felt him stiffen and stopped.

“Sydney, my job is security on the island, not seeing to guests.”

Her eyes flew open. His brown eyes flashed with anger. She’d assumed… Great, now she’d insulted him.