“Sit down, Rebecca.”
She visibly shivered as she lowered herself in to her chair, and when Quinn put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered, “You did good, Rebecca,” his words of praise seemed to do something to her, give her a sense of purpose.
“When you learn to obey, you’ll be rewarded. But in the meantime, don’t even think about touching yourself to finish what I started. If you do, I’ll know, and punishment will be twice as severe.”
Three
Rebecca paced inside her room, having endured one of the most confusing, yet exciting mornings of her life. She sat on her bed, only to rise again, the sting on her ass cheeks a blissful reminder of her punishment.
Her punishment…
Oh God how could she have liked it so much? How could she have submitted to him, putting herself at his mercy and allowing him to do whatever he pleased to her?
She shook her head hard and wrung her hands together, and as she thought about the way he dominated her a barrage of emotions coursed through her veins.
She didn’t want this.
She couldn’t.
Intelligent, successful, driven women like her didn’t hand themselves over to a man. No, they took control, set the pace and parameters in a relationship and made all the decisions, inside the bedroom and out. Right? They surely didn’t tolerate spankings or readily submit upon command.
But you know you want to.
Confused and still quivering all over, she walked to the window to look out. When she spotted Quinn near the shore, standing at the wharf looking pensive with his legs wide and his arms behind his back, her breath caught. Wondering if he still had her panties in his pocket, she stared at him for a long moment, her pussy quivering, in desperate need of attention after their sexually charged brunch together.
Widening her legs slightly, she slipped a hand between her thighs, touching herself through the silk material. Her pussy quivered, and her clit swelled beneath her touch, but then she quickly pulled her hand away, wanting to please him and obey his every command.
Oh God, she really did want this…
A knock sounded on her door, and she spun around. She pulled it open to find Michael standing there, a package in his hand. “Mr. Montgomery would like you to wear this to dinner tonight. You will dine on the beach, eight sharp. I will come collect you ten minutes early. Until then, please explore and enjoy the island.”
The second he left she hurried to her bed, far more excited than she should be to see what he wanted her to wear. She pulled open the package and inside found an exquisite cocktail dress, and pair of high heels, along with a black bustier and matching thong. She fingered the sexy outfit, one she never would have had the nerve to buy for herself, but had to admit, couldn’t wait to try on. As a jolt of excitement moved through her, she worked to tamp it down, but she was well past the point of denying that she wanted to submit to Quinn…wanted him to take full control.
Her fingers shook as she neatly folded the clothes and put them back on her bed. She checked the clock, and wondered how she would ever make it to eight. Needing to occupy her mind to pass the time, and keep her thoughts busy with something other than what might happen tonight, she slipped from her room and made her way to the water. She explored the grounds and exchanged greetings with a man, who she could only assume was Mario, as he tended to the foliage. Her glance kept straying to the wharf to where she’d spotted Quinn earlier. Disappointment settled in her gut when he was nowhere to be found.
The rest of the day passed slowly, much too slowly for her liking. The drawn out afternoon merely served as tortuous foreplay, sexual tension growing in her body with each passing second. She forced herself to explore the island, waving to those cruising by on their sailboats. With surrounding islands, occupied by vacationers, Quinn’s estate wasn’t as isolated as she had first thought, and if she really wanted to, she easily could have flagged down help and gotten herself off this island.
But you don’t want to…
That thought had her rushing back to her room. She took a quick glance at the clock, and jumped in the shower to get ready. After cleansing her body with some delectable strawberry scented shampoo and soap, she towel dried, and out of habit gathered her hair in a ponytail to tie it back, but a fine shiver moved through her when she remember he hadn’t left her an elastic band.