Trust Me (12 page)

    
Alec was grateful for the Reader’s Digest
version because even that abbreviated version had him tense with rage on her
behalf. Shoving aside the picture she had put in his head, he said, “Well,
sugar, I’d say you’ve come to the right place and the right man this time.”

Chapter Seven

    
Brooke sighed in disgust as she glanced at
the clock again. Only ten minutes had passed since the last time she had checked
the time and in that ten minutes she had only read one page of Gabe’s edited
manuscript. It wasn’t like her to be nervous before a date and definitely
wasn’t like her to be anxious about any sexual activity that might take place
during that date. Alec had left yesterday after agreeing to help her overcome
the consequences of her rape only after she had promised to do whatever he
said, no matter where they were or what he asked of her.
 
Her dreams last night were filled with
scenarios of different ways she and Alec could have sex, ways that had her
waking up in damp arousal and forcing her to get herself off just to clear her
head.

    
Unfortunately, eight hours later she was
still on pins and needles wondering what he had planned and whether she would
enjoy it or be left frustrated and empty again. After instructing her to meet
him at the dock at three o’clock this afternoon for an afternoon sail wearing
only a sundress and panties he had simply left her to wonder what he had
planned. The afternoon was warm with only a slight breeze and she was looking
forward to the boat ride and to spending more time with Alec. Her excitement
over spending more time with him, of getting naked with him again was marred by
the worry of any sexual encounter they had ending the way it always did, her
feeling so cold and empty inside.

    
Shutting down her laptop, she went to
slather on sunscreen and get dressed. Arriving early at the dock and looking
pathetically eager for their outing was better than sitting here stewing about
what might and might not happen.

    
Brooke spotted Alec on board a sleek
bright yellow and white boat when she pulled the golf cart into a small empty
spot by the dock. Waving, she tried to keep her excitement and her anxiousness
from showing as she walked slowly across the planked walkway.

    
For a woman as confident and open as he
knew Brooke to be, it was difficult for Alec to see her so unsure of herself,
especially in regards to a simple outing. He had thought long and hard about
how to deal with her problem and ended up coming up with an idea that would
frustrate the hell out of both of them if it didn’t work. The first stage of
his plan involved giving Brooke that which she’d been denied the past eight
months, orgasms brought on by a man’s hands instead of her own. Once he had her
responding and comfortable with him, stage two would be to deny her those
pleasures she had gotten used to until she was so frustrated her body could do
nothing but respond when he got inside her. It sounded simple, but when he ran
the plan by Will for a second opinion after confiding in him Brooke’s reason
for seeking him out, Will reminded him that simple didn’t mean easy.

    
Grabbing her hand, Alec helped Brooke
aboard the Chaparral 370 Signature Cruiser, his pride and joy. “Welcome aboard,
sugar.” Drawing her flush against him, he took her lips in a deep, mouth
exploring kiss as his hands slid unerringly down her back to cup her buttocks.

    
Brooke couldn’t prevent the moan that
escaped as his mouth plundered hers, as her senses fired up and her arousal
came alive under his expertise. What was it about this man that could inflame
her so quickly? It was a question she had been unable to find an answer for in
over ten months of asking.

    
“Just how many boats do you have?” she
asked when he finally let her up for air but without releasing her. With dark
sunglasses shielding his eyes, she was denied seeing any of his thoughts
reflected in their bright blue depths.

    
“I only have this one, which is a sporting
boat made for pleasure boating. The large cruiser we use for ferrying guests
and the galley fishing vessel we use for dolphin watching and fishing
excursions belong to all three of us. How do you like it?”

    
Brooke smiled as she found herself
relaxing under his boyish enthusiasm for showing off his toy. Leather seats in
a light blue and yellow pattern seated six comfortably, a small wet bar and
refrigerator under the fiberglass canopy added to the creature comforts as well
as the opening hatch which allowed a breeze to come through at the helm. The
stainless steel windshield gave the sleek cruiser a classy look.

    
“I don’t know anything about boats, but I
have to say this one is awesome. I never imagined a boat having a wet bar.”
Shaking her head ruefully, she added with a smirk, “Boys and their toys.”

    
“We do love to play,” Alec replied,
thinking of the toys he planned on introducing her to later. “Have a seat and
I’ll get us underway.”

    
Brooke’s busy work schedule left little
time for idle afternoons filled with such pleasures as boating on crystal clear
waters, and enjoying the sun and ocean breeze on her bare skin with the company
of a really hot guy. Standing at the wheel, Alec guided the boat out of the
harbor and as soon as they were clear opened her up to go flying across the
waves at an exhilarating pace. Head back, Brooke laughed at the sheer freedom
of the movement, the speed thrilling her as she could tell it did Alec. After
thirty minutes of zipping around their island, Alec slowing only to point out
some of the natural habitat to her, he finally let the boat idle on the softly
rolling waves and turned to her with a grin that increased her already pounding
heart.

    
Alec took a deep drink of his bottled
water before moving purposely to the back seats that were out in the open. A
few other boats could be seen but were still miles away, which was perfect for
this first step.

    
“Come here, Brooke.”

     
Brooke eyed his relaxed form as he sat
sprawled negligently on a back seat. Dressed in khaki shorts and a blue tee
shirt, his thickly muscled legs and arms were mouthwatering and Brooke ached to
run her hands over every inch of him. But she had promised to do this his way,
no questions asked.
 
With the motor shut
off, the only sound was that of the water lapping against the hull of the boat
and of her escalated breathing as she made her way to him.

    
With his eyes still shielded by sunglasses
she couldn’t read his intent, but as he gave her a small half smile, took her
hand and drew her across his lap, she did not need to see his eyes to know what
he had in mind.

    
“Alec,” she protested as she turned to
look at him, “There are boats all around.”

    
“I know.” Slowly raising her sundress with
one hand, he pushed her shoulders back down with the other. “They’re a long
ways away and can’t see anything unless they have binoculars. Admit it, Brooke.
Just the chance that someone might see you getting spanked is a turn on, isn’t
it?” Alec caressed her ass through her silk bikini panties as he waited for her
answer. “Brooke, answer me honestly, now,” he ordered in a hard tone letting
her know he wouldn’t let her hide from him.

    
“Yes,” she admitted, unable to deny that
someone catching a glimpse of her with her panties down, literally, added to
the excitement that was already coursing through her veins in anticipation of
that first stinging slap and the pleasure she knew it would invoke.

    
“Good girl.” Alec lowered her panties to
mid-thigh and had to bite back a groan at the sight of those white, round
cheeks. “God, I love tan lines. There’s nothing as erotic as a tanned back and
tanned legs showcasing lily white buttocks. You’ve got a world class ass,
sugar.”

    
Damn, Brooke thought, her pussy was
creaming with just his deep voice talking about her ass. “Uh, thanks. Alec, can
we get on with it.” She felt vulnerable lying over his lap, both of them
covered decently except for her ass. Being bare assed put all the attention,
hers and his, on her buttocks, leaving her with a feeling of vulnerability as
well as pushing her excitement higher.

    
“My way, Brooke,” he reminded her as he
fondled those tempting globes, squeezing the sun warmed flesh before running
his finger lightly down her crack, grazing her anus just enough to see she liked
that light caress. “I bet you never knew how erogenous your ass was, did you?”

    
“Not before you, no, but I always liked,
uh, being touched….there.” The leather under her arms and face was warm as was
the sun and his hands on her cheeks, the heat lulling her into a mellow
complacency.

    
“By ‘there’ you mean here?” Again Alec
caressed her anus, this time a little longer, with a little more pressure.

    
 
“Yes, God that feels unbelievable.”

    
Her soft husky voice and relaxed body was
what he had been waiting for. Drawing back his hand, he landed a resounding
smack on her right cheek then followed it quickly with one on her left.
 
When she let out a startled yelp, he smiled
then added two more in rapid succession. When she moaned and lifted for the
next two he knew she was well on her way to allowing the slight pain he was
building to explode into pleasure. When her buttocks were a pretty pink, he
slipped a finger between her legs to find her wet and swollen, her clit hard as
a small pebble.

    
Brooke was so happy her memory of the
first time Alec had introduced her to this pleasure wasn’t ruined by her
experience with Richard. The first two slaps had startled her, the next two
aroused her and the following two had her aching for release. His hard thighs under
her hips added to her arousal and as she first lifted to meet his hand, then
lowered against that hard limb, her pussy pulsed with each contact until she
was gyrating against his thigh in a lewd attempt to ease the ache he had built.
Her buttocks throbbed, the heated pain spiraling down to her pussy until she
was practically weeping with the pleasure.

    
“Come for me Brooke. Now.” Alec fingered
her pussy as his other hand smacked her buttocks repeatedly, adding to her
overwrought senses. Her vagina was warm, wet and clutching his two fingers like
a vise, a vise that clamped around his digits even tighter when he slipped his
thumb just inside her anus.

    
The tension in Brooke coiled tighter and
tighter until she was writhing on his lap in burning, helpless need. When he
breached her rectum with his thumb her orgasm burst upon her, filled her body
head to toe with pleasure so intense she was afraid of passing out. Pinpricks
of light exploded behind her eyes as everything went dark then burst with piercing
light.

    
Alec waited until her keening cries were
nothing more than whimpers and her spasming cunt was soft and relaxed before he
pulled out of her and turned her over. Putting her on her feet, he waited a
moment for her eyes to clear, smiling when the glazed look turned into the
satisfied look of a sated woman. Rising, he instructed, “Kneel on the seat and
bend over the back.”

    
“We’re not done?”

    
The look of surprised pleasure mixed with
uncertainty was priceless and a perfect blend of emotions. “Not hardly. I’m
going to further your education into erotic spanking and pain induced pleasure.
Now, do as I say or I won’t let you come the rest of the day.”

    
“And how are you going to stop me from
doing that?” she asked as she knelt on the warm leather seat and bent over the
back, facing nothing but the wide expanse of blue water.

    
“Trust me, sugar, I have ways. Lean down
more, on your elbows.”

    
Brooke lowered herself over the back of
the seat feeling more vulnerable and exposed in this position than she had
laying across his lap, lower in the boat. She spotted three other boats off in
the distance and picturing someone eyeing them through binoculars sent a thrill
through her. When Alec folded her dress over her back and shoved her panties
down to her knees before pushing them further apart, she shivered with
expectation.

    
“You like the feel of my hand slapping
these cheeks, don’t you Brooke?” Alec asked as he caressed her still pink
buttocks while he reached below the seat and retrieved the leather spanker he
had stashed there before she arrived.

    
“Yes, you know I do,” she admitted, the
feel of his hand once again rubbing her ass turning her on.

    
“I want you to tell me what you think of
this spanker.” Before she could look around or question him, he snapped the
short, leather strap across both her buttocks lightly, just enough to let her
feel the difference between the leather and his hand.