Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Zachariah
“Fuck,” I moaned, watching him place his lips on her skin. My sub’s skin. It made me want to tear the fucking monitor off the fucking wall. He knew I had eyes everywhere and he would be answering for his disrespect.
“Carol!” I stepped back into the main room of my office.
“Yes, Sir?”
How did she always appear like out of nowhere? She was the epitome of reliable and discreet.
“I want the fucker in my office in two minutes.”
Knowing exactly who I was speaking about, she gave me a curt nod. If her expression was any indication, she wasn’t fond of the southern fucker either.
But my Lucinda was.
Fuck.
I flipped the camera and zoomed in. He left her alone to enjoy her breakfast. My heart raced and a satisfaction settled over me knowing she continued to feel our scene on her backside. I’d made sure it would last.
Marcus was clueless. At least Master Evan realized her discomfort, and she seemed to appreciate that. My sub needed to be comforted. I stood up. I didn’t want her to eat alone, but of course I couldn’t join her.
Thankfully two other subs came and sat with her.
I didn’t need the sound to know she was enjoying herself.
She wore every fucking expression, not only on her face, but in her whole persona.
If she was sad, she tried her best not to show it.
It only made it more obvious, at least to me.
When she was happy, she wanted the whole world to feel her joy.
“Zach.” Marcus walked into room without knocking. I shut off the monitors and joined him. “There you are. How’s your morning—”
“Sit.”
He frowned but lowered himself into the nearest chair. He opened his mouth but closed it when I lifted my hand.
I lowered myself in my desk chair and rested my hands flat on the dark wood surface. It’d like to say it was a tactic to intimidate him, but it was more to keep me calm. Despite how I felt about him, I still needed him to execute my plan. If only for a little while longer.
“The two of you spoke about the scene for tonight?” I asked.
I knew every word he’d uttered, but he didn’t know that.
“Yeah, she seems to think she’s in trouble and needs to be punished.” He rubbed his chest. “It’s been eating her up inside, so that will be fun.” He cocked a silly grin.
“And she mentioned something about ‘what you talked about is on the table’.” He leaned forward. “You want to fill me in?”
“Sex, Marcus.” The greedy bastard was looking for leverage. “She’s talking about sex.”
“Horny little sub.”
The vein in my temple throbbed. I stared out the window at the ocean view calculating how much force it would take to throw him through.
Most likely scenario, he’d crush his skull and break his neck.
And then I’d have to dispose of his body.
I didn’t really want a dead rotting southern gentleman in my office for the rest of the day.
“Zach—”
“Marcus.” His lips clamped shut. “I have asked you to do me a substantial favor and I’m beginning to realize you may not be up for the challenge.”
“Of course I am.” He leaned forward. “I’m your man, Zach.”
“Do you have a problem with what I’m…”
His left eye twitched. That was it. He was having a moral dilemma.
“We’ve been friends for a long time now and maybe this is infringing on our friendship.” I tapped on the desk. “Perhaps I’m taking advantage.”
“You’re not.” He picked at a button on the arm of the quilted brown leather chair. “Maybe if you told me what this was really about, I could be more helpful.”
“What does it look like to you?”
“That you are trying to take advantage of a submissive in every way imaginable against some deep-seated rules of the BDSM community.” He said it with his whole chest, too.
“You think I’m breaking the rules.”
He nodded but wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“What rule in particular bothers you the most?” I tried to remain calm.
“Consent.” He went for the jugular.
“Are you developing feelings for Lucinda?”
He blinked and sat back. His shoulders shot up to his ears. “I’ve met the girl a day ago.” His voice raised an unattractive octave.
“She’s very charming.” I stood up. “You think I’m taking advantage of her?”
“Well —”
“Perhaps you will go run and tell her about the big bad Dom who’s making her feel more pleasured and desired than she has in her whole life.” I leaned forward. “Maybe you’ll be her hero and come to her rescue.”
Marcus found his balls and stood up. “You can’t pretend to be me and fuck her.”
“I can’t?” I raised an eyebrow. The silence spread out between us. I gave him a chance to give in. Judging from the sweat forming on his upper lip, he wanted to but didn’t know how. I let him off the hook, for now.
I motioned for him to sit. “Marcus, you will continue speaking with Lucinda for me. You will have a drink with her, have dinner with her if she chooses. You will continue to get to know her as you see fit.”
I stood up and walked toward him, leaning on the corner of my desk.
“You can laugh, flirt, joke around with her and continue to make her feel like the precious woman she is…” I shrugged. His eyes grew wide. “My arrangement with her will not last beyond this trip. You can choose to tell her if you want to.”
The war between his brain and his conscious was evident on his face.
“But you don’t have to.” I saw it in his eyes. He wouldn’t tell her, because telling her would seal his fate and he wouldn’t risk it. “When this is trip is over, she will only know you were the one who made her feel that way. You are free to tell her whatever you want.”
I patted his shoulder like he’d done to her.
“The two of you can live happily ever after,” I whispered in his ear. “But, for the next four days, she is mine.”
I didn’t bother waiting for his response.
The scent of vanilla with a hint of fear hit me as I opened the dungeon door.
I’d purposely requested the ‘punishment room’ as the boat staff had affectionally nicknamed it because my sub felt she needed a punishment.
She sat on the edge of the leather bench in the center of the room and I could taste her trepidation.
She cinched the robe in her hand and ran her fingers along the smooth leather of the chair. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders and framed her face. The silk blindfold was secured with two thick elastic straps.
“Good evening, darling.” My impersonation of Marcus’ accent improved after each conversation we had, but while I still needed his help, I was done entertaining him. I would, however, continue to keep a close eye on him.
“Hello, Sir.” Her back straightened and she laid her hands on her lap.
I stepped close to her, but was careful not the touch her. “How are you feeling after last night?”
She jumped and a small gasp escaped her pouty lips. “A little sore, but good.”
I walked around her.
She followed my steps as if she could see me.
“You agreed to the scene for tonight.” I had watched her and Carol go through it. “Did you have any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Anything you want to tell me?”
She bit her lip and hesitated. “Uhm, yes Sir.”
“What is it, Lucinda?” I stood in front of her. Her head lifted.
“Could you punish me before we get into the scene tonight, please?” Her teeth went right back to gnawing her upper lip.
“And, what will I be punishing you for?” I leaned into her.
“You…” She squeezed and released her thighs. I took one of her hands in mine, to steady her. “If you didn’t think I broke a rule, then maybe I don’t need to be punished.”
“Well, yes, and no.” I kissed her hand and she shivered. “I assume you are talking about trying to extend our scene last night into intimate play.”
“Yes, but —”
“Someone reminded me today how it is imperative to follow established rules.” The fucker. “Extending a scene beyond what was previously agreed upon while in the heat of the scene is not wise. Consent may be compromised by all those feel-good endorphins in your system.”
Her cheeks pinked.
“It was naughty of you, but I was also flattered.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“But maybe you broke more than a rule between you and I, and on a grander scale, broke a community rule.”
By the way her eyebrows disappeared behind the blindfold, clearly, she didn’t understand.
“Community rules, no topping from the bottom.”
She nodded. Her whole body flushed.
I chuckled and leaned over, smelling her hair, then reached around and untied her robe and slid if off her shoulders. I provided her with a pair a boy shorts and the robe and nothing else.
“But, if it left you feeling guilty, then yes.” I kissed her shoulder and ran the back of my hand down her spine. She reacted to my touch so beautifully. “I think we should get your punishment over with so I can enjoy you tonight without any barriers.”
She swallowed. “Thank you, sir.” Her shoulders relaxed.
“Stand up.” As she obeyed, the robe slid off the bench and fell around her feet. I guided her hand to the end of the bench. “Walk around to the end and lean down. Arms clasped underneath the bench.”
I purposely turned away from her, not wanting to tempt myself.
Her flesh was already so enticing. A glimpse of her perfect tits would test my resolve and I needed to be in control tonight.
More so than ever because I wanted nothing more than to sink myself into her softness and she had already given me consent to fuck her.
I would not, though. I was willing to give my Lucinda all the pleasure she desired, but denying my own pleasure would be my punishment.
She felt her way around the side of the bench and then slid into position. Her arms fell and she clasped her hands at the wrists.
I grabbed a silk tie and knelt.
“I’m going to tie your wrists together.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
A calm settled into my chest. I carefully wrapped the rope around her forearms and continued around her wrists and hands to the forearm on her other arm.
She didn’t test it. She trusted me.
I took another red silk tie, big enough to secure her to the bench, and wrapped it around her waist, then tied it off with a bow. My present to unwrap later.
“There you are, now I’m going to remove your shorts.”
I peeled them down her ass, kneeling behind her. “Step out of them.” She lifted her left foot and then her right. I stood, but made the mistake of looking up first. Her delectable ass and a slight hint of her pussy came into view.
Fuck me.
She was perfect.
The angle of Lucinda’s most precious parts catapulted me into a memory I hid buried deep in the recesses of my brain.
I used to call on it too often to count.
The first time I’d noticed my sweet little Lulu had developed into a goddess with curves in all the right places.
She wore a barely there pink bikini and bent down to dry herself off after coming out of the pool.
I caught a glimpse of her pussy and most of her ass poking out.
I’d spent months rubbing my cock raw thinking about her, imagining what was underneath the sliver of fabric. I had a perfect fucking imagination, but when I left her, I buried it along with my feelings.
But now I didn’t need to wonder any longer.