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A noise caught in her throat and he sensed her mounting desire when she  shifted her hips, pushing up against him. The movement was slight, but  it was a clear sign that she wanted this to happen every bit as much as  he did.

He cupped her ass, sliding the silk material over her lush contours, and  she hissed in response to his soft seduction, which was about to turn a  little rough and forceful, the way she needed it.

"Now, about this punishment … "

When her knees seemed to give, he anchored her to his body and walked  her to the table. He sank down into one of the chairs and her dark  lashes blinked rapidly over expressive blue eyes, her hair falling  seductively over her shoulders as she stood there staring at him. Quinn  couldn't help but smile at her compliance, at how fast she was catching  on. It takes a very strong woman to submit, and an even stronger one to  do it so quickly.

He lifted her dress to expose her sex, his smile widening. "Such a  pretty pussy." He reached out and stroked her satiny lips, a growl  rising in his throat. "Shaved so nicely. Just the way I like it." His  glance met hers. "It's almost like you knew."

As delight danced in her eyes at his praise, he gripped her hips, laid  her across his lap, and took full control of her body as he prepared to  divvy out equal amounts of pain and pleasure. He lifted her dress to  expose her perfect backside, and oddly enough passion and possession  moved through his blood, because there was something very profound, very  moving in knowing that Rebecca was trusting him so honestly and openly,  gifting him with her body in a way she'd never given it to another.

He drew in air to center himself, because there was no denying that he'd  dreamt about this moment for a long time, no denying that there was  something about this woman that had the ability to breathe new life into  him.

It was all he could do to keep his hands from shaking when he caressed  her lightly, then lifted his hand to give her creamy skin a good hard  whack.

She squealed, and he pressed a hand to her back to still her.

"Oh. My. God," she cried out.

He smacked her again, the bright red outline of his palm on her ass  filling him with a new kind of hunger. He widened her legs, and when the  sweet scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, he clenched down hard.  He slipped his hand between her creamy thighs and she move against him,  her actions so telling. She needed release. She needed him.

"Next time," he said, coming perilously close to her clit, but never touching. "I expect you to do exactly as instructed."

"Yes," she cried out, grinding her pussy on his thigh.

He widened her pretty pink lips, and he could feel the impatience  thrumming inside her. Her clit was so swollen and ready, and with just  the right about of pressure he knew he could get her off. But  disobedience was never rewarded, and that would be her first lesson.

She writhed, but he pulled his hand away from her cunt. "Bad girls are punished, not rewarded."

"Quinn … "

"Yes?" he asked, sliding his hand to her ass to give her another hard slap.

A cry lodged in her throat as the sound carried in the breeze. "I need  you to touch me. I'm so close. Put your fingers inside me. Now," she  demanded.

He exhaled slowly. "You don't get to make decisions or demands, Rebecca.  Have you already forgotten that I'm in charge of you and I'll decide  when you come?"

Hot and wet, her liquid heat glistened in the sun as her pretty pink  pussy cried out for his attention. As much as he wanted to put a finger  inside her, to stroke deep and bring her to orgasm, it wasn't part of  his training. He removed his hands from her body, leaving her aching for  more.

Ignoring her cries of protest, he lifted her from his lap. With her hair  in disarray, and her dress gathered around her hips, she stood before  him, her chest heaving, her mouth opening and closing in gasping fits.  She flicked him a glance, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and  frustration as she stood there, like she was waiting further  instructions.

Good girl.

He studied her for a long time, then said, "Fix yourself."

She obliged and when Ester came out with their food, Quinn stood and  pulled a chair out for Rebecca. He leaned into her and whispered,  "Please sit and enjoy this lovely food that Ester has once again  prepared for us."

Looking mortified, Rebecca glanced at the food, then averted her gaze. "I … I have to go."

"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."





Chapter 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.

She let her hair dry naturally, her curls more pronounced as they  cascaded down her back. Naked, she stepped into the bedroom and her  heart picked up tempo as she slowly began to dress in the clothes he'd  laid out for her. As she put each piece on, she wondered if Quinn would  removed them, and if so how. Slowly? Furiously? Pressure brewed deep  between her legs, and her clit throbbed … throbbed for his attention.