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Hoping her legs didn't fail her, she made her way to her room. She took  in the huge bed with its cushiony, plush bedding and pillows, then  turned to see the walkout deck with its magnificent view of the ocean.  On her right she spotted a private bathroom, but unfortunately her  suitcase was nowhere to be found.

She turned to Michael, who pressed his hands together and said, "Please,  make yourself at home. If you require anything, anything at all, press  the intercom and I'll see to your needs."

"What I need are my belongings." she said.

"Mr. Montgomery will supply you with all you need during your stay." He  gestured toward the bed, then disappeared into the hall, closing the  door behind himself. Rebecca spun around and spotted a phone on the  bedside table. So she wasn't a prisoner after all, and really could get  off if she wanted to.

Her heart jumped and she hurried to it, but then another thought had her steps slowing. Getting off would require staying …

A low tortured moan caught in her throat and she stopped at the edge of  the bed. That's when she noticed the most beautiful dress she'd ever  seen splashed across her bedspread. Colored with vibrant streaks of blue  and green, ocean hues that would accentuate her dark hair and blue eyes  perfectly, she couldn't help but reach for it.

She touched the silky material and brought it to her face. God, it felt  like butter on her skin. She shivered as she checked the tag, only to  discover it was her size exactly. How? When? She held it up against her  body and looked for a mirror, but then realized what she was doing. She  dropped the silk back on to the bed, shook her head to get it on  straight, and reached for the phone. She was not, under any  circumstances, going to put on that damn dress-no matter how rich and  luxurious it was-and meet that overbearing man for brunch. Nor was she  going to spend one more second thinking about total and utter  submission, the punishment that came with disobedience or what his large  palm would feel like on her bare ass.

She didn't think …



Sunshine glistened on the Atlantic waves and a refreshing breeze washed  over Quinn's body as he restlessly paced back and forth on the outside  patio overlooking the ocean. Dressed for brunch in a collared shirt, and  beige khaki shorts, he glanced at the beautifully set table for two,  the salads and smoked salmon that Ester had prepared earlier now wilting  in the late morning heat. He shook his head. Rebecca would most  definitely be punished for her tardiness. He glanced at his watch for  the hundredth time, and while he knew she would come, he wondered what  was taking her so long.

He'd purposely put her in a room with a phone, knowing if she wanted off  this island all she'd have to do was pick up the receiver and make a  call. But every instinct he possessed told him she wouldn't, and his  instincts had never let him down before, in his business world or in his  private one.

From the way her lush body had quivered when he spoke of spankings to  the way those translucent blue eyes of her had lit with intrigue when he  asked for total and utter surrender spoke volumes. She was desperate  for a man to strip away the cool reserve she wore like a shield, to take  all decisions out of her hands and give her what she wanted. She just  didn't know what it was that she wanted yet. And soon enough she'd come  to understand that this set up wasn't about kidnapping, it was about  rescuing.

He pushed his hair off his head and made a move to go collect her, but  when he turned she was standing in the doorway, the dress he'd had his  assistant pick out earlier that morning showcasing lush curves that she  foolishly kept hidden beneath severe, unflattering clothing. His cock  throbbed, but unfortunately, it was too soon to take her. The submissive  woman buried deep inside needed to be coaxed out slowly, carefully,  because the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her off.

"What took you so long?" he asked, working to keep his cool as her gorgeous body beckoned his attention.

With her hair coiled tightly on her head, she lifted her chin, but he  didn't miss the quiver in her voice when she answered with, "The only  reason I'm standing here with this dress on is because I'm starving."  She looked at the food on the table, and frowned.

"You shouldn't have kept me waiting." He gave her a disapproving look  and continued with, "It was also unfair to Ester, who went through all  this trouble for us. Now instead of taking her well-earned break, she'll  have to start again." As soon as he said her name, Ester stepped  outside. She gathered up the plates of spoiled food and looked to Quinn  for instructions.

"Please give us a minute," he said, and she nodded in understanding  before stepping back inside to give him his privacy. He turned back to  Rebecca. "I'm not a man who tolerates insubordination and I don't like  to waste perfectly good food."

"Neither do I. I didn't mean … I didn't think … "

"My orders were very specific. You were to dress and meet me on the terrace."

Her cheeks turned pink. "Mr. Montgomery," she began, sounding flustered as he stepped close, crowding her.

"It's Quinn."

She hesitated for a moment and he listened to her throat swallow before  she began again, "Quinn, look. My intentions weren't to spoil-"

"I'm afraid you'll have to be punished for not following my orders."

She gasped, but he didn't miss the excitement backlight her big blue  eyes. Christ, she was everything he knew she would be, and he was just  glad that he was the guy in charge of guiding her down the path to full  sensual freedom-at least this way he'd ensure she was properly  introduced and cared for in the process. A thrill moved through him, and  because he hadn't felt anything so exhilarating in a long time, he  grasped on to it, enjoying the sensations she aroused in him.

He stepped up to her, and she took a quick step backward, but he matched  it and soon had her in his grasp. He thumbed the material of her dress,  enjoying the feel of the cool silk on his fingertips before he bunched  it in his palms. Pulling it higher and higher on her thighs, he slipped a  hand between her legs. A cool breeze blew off the ocean and washed over  them, but he suspected the quiver in her body was from his intimate  touch, and not the misty air.

He looked at the bun on top of her head. "Was there an elastic on your bed?"         

     



 

Her brow furrowed and her words were rushed, breathless when she asked, "No why?"

"Then why is there one in your hair?"

She blinked, looking confused for a second then answered with, "I put my hair up this morning."

"Take it out," he demanded.

He pressed his cock against her midriff, and a tremble moved through  her. She lifted her arm, and then hesitated, like she was having second  thoughts.

He leaned closer and spoke quieter. "I said, take it out."

Her full, lush breasts, which were high and pert in the formfitting  dress, rose and fell erratically as she quickly pulled the band from her  hair, letting her long dark curls fall down her back. His hands  traveled higher on her thigh, only to discover that she'd once again  strayed from his instructions.

In a shaky voice she began, "You weren't serious earlier, were you? I mean you're not really going to pun-"

He made a tsking sound and when he grabbed the band on her panties,  giving them a good hard yank to rip them from her hips, her words were  replaced with a broken gasp.

"Quinn … " she shuddered.

He tucked the scrap of material into the back pocket of his khaki  shorts, and dipped back under her dress. He slid his palm along her  soft, supple skin, until he reached her backside.

Testing her, he pulled her against him, and gave a slap to her ass  cheek, the sound curling around them in the most sinful way. He stifled a  groan, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside his unforgiving pants.

Rebecca let out a ragged cry of pleasure and Quinn kept the satisfaction  from his face as he spun her around. He crushed her breasts against the  exterior wall of his estate as he caged her with his chest. He put his  mouth close to her neck, and whispered, "Were there panties on your  bed?"

"I just thought … I decided … "

"Everything that happens here, every choice involving you is mine to  make, not yours. So from this moment on, you're to stop making  decisions, and enjoy the freedom that comes with that." He kept her  pinned to the wall, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back.  "Speaking of Freedom, that is your safe word."

"Freedom?" she murmured, her voice husky.

"Yes, if you don't like what is happening, all you have to do is say that one word and I'll stop."

She angled her head to see him and when she opened her mouth, like she  was about to speak the word that would put an end to her initiation into  the BDSM world before he even began, he warned, "Be careful, Rebecca.  Only use it when you really mean it, only when something is happening  that you don't want. But you can be assured that I plan to give you  everything you want."