Seize me From Darkness (Pierced Hearts Book 4) (32 page)

Jazmine watching was my favorite occupation. I sat on the sand, with a baseball cap pulled low to shade my eyes.

I’d brought my resume of her past with me to see if I’d missed clues. F
rom what I could sense, the woman still wasn’t disclosing everything. The rising wind grabbed at the pages and I set them aside under a rock. The gray clouds gathering above meant we were in for some rain tonight.

Without the internet to lean on, I figured I was getting good at weather prediction.

The wind flicked her hair, as she waded into the foot-high waves on this corner of the island furthest from the hut. The sun beyond glittered through her black tresses. Since she wore them so often, her blue pair of underwear had faded and her skin was tanned despite the sunscreen we used. She’d looked skeptical when I first rubbed the lotion into her. I’d had to inform her that sunburn wasn’t on my sadistic list of activities.

I
f there was one chore I was happy to do, it was rubbing lotion on her, especially when I could follow the red lines of whip marks with my fingers.

After a week, t
he salt spray was getting into everything. Our hair, our skin, our clothes. We couldn’t afford the water to wash clothes, though every day I had us both use a water-dampened washer on our bodies.

With all the sex I was subjecting her to, we needed it.
With all the spanking and light whipping, she needed it. Pain slut that she’d turned out to be, that wasn’t punishment, but it was showing her my physical dominance and that was crucial in my plans.

I’d found t
he appeal for me wasn’t just the sex or the sadism – it was
everything
about owning this woman. I was beginning to understand my addiction. I’d do almost anything to keep her. Whatever I had to do to break her to my will, I would, or this would be a never-ending struggle.

Was I
an expert at breaking women? No.

But I wanted to be.

Did I have a perfect solution? No again, but I could see how it would happen.

During
the past, she’d reacted perfectly when dominance interwove with the pain. She was almost there when we arrived – almost mine. I only had to get her to wrap her mind around the concept.

Maybe what I needed here wasn’
t breaking but bending, because why would I want a broken woman?

My only need was that she obeyed me one
hundred percent, without question, no matter what I wanted. And she was changing, even if she didn’t comprehend it. I could see it in the small ways she deferred to me, in the tiny reactions. Whenever I spotted one, I had the urge to do a fistpump.

But it was t
ime to up the ante. I toyed with the small butt plug in my pocket. From my questions, she’d never had anal sex and found the concept horrifying. An ideal activity then, especially since I’d been keen to fuck her little hole ever since I first saw her.

What a surprise to hear how little her previous lovers had satisfied her. I’d interrogated her day by day only to hear her reinforce her story until I knew it was truth. She hadn’t come with a single lover before me. By her own words though, they’d been pussies. I smiled. Good to know, because I sure as hell wasn’t.

I scanned the horizon again with the binoculars. No signs of thieves today, though two days ago I’d had to warn off a fishing boat by shaking my rifle. They were likely just islanders on their way elsewhere. The fuel here was aviation fuel and most of the gear would take expertise and cutting tools to get loose from the locked shipping container.

Of course the poor often
stole what they had no use for, hoping to sell it to some clueless fool.

The rifle lay on a crate beside me, loaded, ready.
The odds were that one day it would be required. How much I’d have to use it depended on how much the thieves were willing to risk, but I wasn’t dealing with a special forces squad here, just petty theft.

I clambered to my feet and brushed off the sand.
“Stop there! I’ve something for you.”

She rose from where she’d been crouching in the water and waited, arms by her sides, wet sand cascading from one hand.

Seawater might make an okay lubricant to pop in the plug? I’d find out soon enough. I had a tube of lube but it’d be more fun to try something new.

I stood and waded out after her
, to where she’d been wandering among the rocks in this inlet. A few black sea cucumbers lay bloated and slopping to and fro, and schools of silvery fish shot away from me as I sloshed through the water. This was the first time we’d come over this way. With the rocks obviously came more creatures. Near her foot, a blotchy underwater shape caught my eye.

“Don’t move!” I snapped. “I think that’s a stonefish next to your foot.”

“Where, Sir?” Jaz glanced down.

The paling of her cheeks said she knew
about stonefish.

“Just come this way and you’ll be fine
.” Once she was close enough, I scooped her up and set her behind me then bent to peer at what the thing. “No. My mistake. It is a rock.”

Stonefish were deadly and stepping on one here might mean death.
Medical help was hours away. It was one of the drawbacks to a deserted island, apart from pirates, tsunamis, and a lack of hot showers.

I thought back. She’d said
sir
automatically. Well, well. None of the little hesitation I often heard or the distaste, and she was waiting, saying nothing, despite looking like she wanted to blurt something. “You can speak.”

“
They paralyze you, don’t they, Sir? I visited a North Queensland resort once for a travel article and we were given a whole speech about poisonous underwater creatures.”

“Yes.
Give me your hand.”

I drew her back to the shallower area then reached into my pocket and drew out the plug. “Bend over
.”

“Umm.” She took a step
away.

I hadn’t seen rebellion for days.

My smile wasn’t that evil, surely, but she frowned at me. “Please, Sir. No.”

“Say one more word and I’ll do full anal on you with my cock, here and now.” I wouldn’t get far
into her but it was cute seeing the fear arrive. She knew about anal needing lube and that no one did it that easily, first time. Jaz wasn’t naive, just inexperienced.

At her hesitation I lunged for her, pulled her forward by a wrist
, and tripped her into the water. Wrestling hit the adrenalin button, even if I had her down with her face in the water in seconds. All the fish zipped away from the flurry of splashing and the burbling scream she let out after arching her neck and grabbing a breath. With all her thrashing, it was lucky my finger had healed well.

I
calmly put the plug back in my pocket, locked her wrist cuffs together and hauled her onto her knees. She gasped, dragging in no doubt much-needed air. Her underwear was dripping, her hair soaked. I yanked down her underwear at the back to bare her butt then kept her elbows in a lock while I fingered her hole. She squirmed but got nowhere.

Whoah
.
The water did help. With one knee down in the sand and the water, steadying me, I wormed the little finger of my good hand an inch deep, past her entrance ring, feeling it clamp onto me.

“
Ohhh baby. Do you know how much men love fucking these tight little holes?”

Her glare
then wince when I rotated my digit was an awesome catalyst for a sadist. We were both sopping wet but I was the one with the grin and the hard on.

“The things we can do with this.” I nipped her ear and removed my finger, then pulled the plug from my pocket. “Going in,
meisie
.”

Fok
, she started wriggling like mad and I nearly dropped the thing, but there was one thing I was good at and it was hand to hand fighting with an already wrist-cuffed woman. I dropped her back into the water – she could grab air if she arched high enough – and found the leash in my opposite pocket.

“Up you come.” I pulled her head from the water and her onto her knees again. While she was recovering from vaguely drowning, I wrapped the leash around her thighs a few times and clicked it onto itself. “Got you.”

“Sir, no. Please.”

Her protests were amusing as I dragged her into even shallow
er water, rinsed the sand off her butt and lubed up the little black plug. If there were any sand grains left on her or my straining cock, I didn’t notice. The lube tube floated away with the waves and it started to rain, the drops smacking into the water at our knees.

So much for my weather-
reporting prowess. I needed to get it inside her before the rain washed off the lube.

But Jaz. Oh my. Now I had her where I wanted her.

She kneeled before me in a foot of water, her thighs bound, her wrists at her back, and my arm locked under her elbows.

I smacked her butt a few times then pinched her nipples until she moaned. So predictable. It was the next bit she’d not like.

“Relax.” With great concentration, I wiggled the tip into her hole, fraction by fraction, with her squealing and gasping, until the biggest part disappeared inside. The last of it went like magic as her muscles claimed it. I tugged as if to pull it out and she squeaked again.

“Now I’m going to fuck you with that in. This might seem crowded.”

When I leaned her forward, her pussy lips were so engorged, pink, and pushing out between her legs, that I knew something had worked for her. The pain or the wrestling, or both.

“Little
bitch, that’s step one for cock-in anal.” Then I squeezed my cock in past those inviting lips. With her thighs crammed together by the bondage, my cock seemed in heaven. Tight, wet, and every thrust made her whimper.

“Sir! Too tight. Hurts!”

Had I found a pain she found overwhelming? I stuck it deeper into her again, slamming in hard, and she descended into animalistic noises. I fucked her until both of us were panting and crying out louder than the noises of the squall. The rain poured down on us in a mad accompaniment.

I r
eached around and found her clit, massaged that little female button as I pumped slower, in and out. The clutch of her pussy on my cock was enough to make me come in ten seconds if I didn’t keep it slow.

I gasped and stopped, tensing for a few seconds
, holding back from erupting. Then I worked at her clit while only thrusting an inch in, an inch out, until she stiffened, mouth wide open, and cried out
oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
in a high-pitched voice, while shaking through a long climax.

“My turn
,” I grated through my teeth. The base of the plug down there reminded me of what I could do to her. One day. My cock in her there. Soon. But right now, this minute...

With the p
lug in her ass and her thighs squashed in there was almost no room for my cock. Damn. It would probably come out two sizes smaller.

Holding back any longer wasn’t happening.

As I hammered into her cunt, the squall hit us full force, blowing me sideways a bit and whipping up the water. I came so hard I didn’t notice the rain thudding into us until she bowed her head and slowly collapsed forward. I had to use serious muscle to keep her upright.

I spent a while just leaning on her neck, breathing there, before I popped out the anal plug, undid the leash
, and helped her stand. Washing us off was easy with the rain and the sea.

The only problem, when we reached the beach, was that all my pages were wet or blown away.

When she wobbled on her feet, I decided to let them go where the wind took them. Letting her snuggle head first into my chest, enclosing her in my arms, feeling her sighs and mutters of
that was good, sir
...far,
far
better than chasing her past.

Maybe this was the tipping factor.
She loved these hugs. From now on I would dole out both daily spankings and hugs.

I had this in hand. Everything was working out well.