Disciplined (10 page)

“You screamed and cried as you slept,” Kina responded, as she carefully folded Yoyin’s grimy sundress. She placed the cruddy, scuffed sandals on top and placed the soiled items inside a beautiful golden box.

Yoyin frowned. “Why are you saving those filthy things? Throw them out.”

“They hold good memories and will remind you of your awakening.”

Yoyin thought about how kindly the people inside the cave had looked upon her. They’d welcomed and embraced her despite the filth that clung to her body and her clothing. Yes, she’d experienced a sexual awakening, but she’d also been enlightened in other ways.

“There are many activities planned for you today,” Kina said cheerfully. Jolted from her musings, Yoyin smiled agreeably, although she’d prefer to forego any planned activities. She wasn’t on a crass cruise after all. But she bit her tongue, resisting the urge to make a sarcastic remark. She promised herself to never speak another harsh word to her kind and wonderful companions. But it grieved her to have to go out and engage in frivolous activities when she’d much rather spend her time, relaxing in her quarters and waiting for her man to come to her.

“What’s on the itinerary?” she asked in a patient tone she wouldn’t have expected of herself, especially under these stressful circumstances. At any moment, her companions were apt to start rattling off a list of horrid activities such as volleyball, snorkel
ing, a booze cruise, a luau, hula dancing lessons, or perhaps something even worse—a limbo contest.
Oh God,
She didn’t want any part of such nonsense, but she denied herself a temper tantrum or even a scowl. Determinedly, she’d suffer through whatever plans they had for her. And she’d do it with a smile.

I
t turned out to be a grand day filled with sunshine and laughter. Breakfast was divine. A walk along a stream and a visit to a breathtaking waterfall allowed Yoyin to bask in the beauty of the island, but left her with tired feet and aching muscles.

She lay on a massage table in a room without curtains or blinds. The sunny room was filled with flowers and foliage. It was a perfect depiction of tropical paradise.

She waited patiently while Palila and Kina gathered towels and special oils for her massage. Dreamily, she closed her eyes in anticipation of what she knew would be an impressive and relaxing full-body rubdown. Exactly what she needed before her big night with
him!

A warm towel was draped across her shoulders and removed after a few moments. She recognized Palila’s hands as her fragrantly oiled clenched fists squeezed Yoyin’s shoulders, pressing down with the heels of her palms. Yoyin tried to identify the scent. She inhaled the lovely floral aroma. Then it came to her—the oil of hibiscus or
pua aloalo,
as it was called in Ka-le’a. Joy fluttered in her heart. She smiled in anticipation of the unexpected. Kina had said the flower was magical and it had most certainly been proven to her that anything was possible on the island of Ka-le’a. It was an enchanting place.

The sensation of warmth covered the back of her thighs as Kina placed a towel across her thighs and allowed the heat to warm her muscles before removing it and using her small and unusually strong hands to manipulate the muscles in each thigh. After pressing and kneading Yoyin’s muscles, she ran her fingers up and down both firm thighs in a most delightful way.

The room was quiet except for the sounds of their hand strokes. The women didn’t speak; they seemed to communicate telepathically as they pressed and prodded, focusing their concentration on the exact areas requiring attention.

Meanwhile, Palila’s hands moved upward from Yoyin’s shoulders to her neck. Attentively, she rubbed Yoyin’s long, graceful neck, tracing the sinewy tendons that stood out. She fondled the delicate skin for a moment, then glided her hands back down to her shoulder area, applying thumb pressure and a brisk chopping technique. She worked on Yoyin’s back, applying pressure and long strokes down each side of Yoyin’s spine.

Two pairs of hands massaged away all residual tension. Yoyin gave a blissful sigh as her muscles submitted to the relaxing technique. The disquieting nightmare she’d had was now a distant memory, and the anxiety she’d felt over her conga-playing lover diminished.

She still yearned for him, but knowing she’d be with him soon turned anxious longing into sweet anticipation. Yoyin was at peace, and the wafting scent of
pua aloalo
oil enhanced the feeling, soothed her in a way she couldn’t quite define.

Her buttocks, warmed with a heated towel, remained covered throughout the procedure and she imagined the women would get to her round rump after they finished manipulating her other body parts.

Kina moved down to Yoyin’s feet, pressing the sole of her foot. Palila, holding Yoyin’s hand, duplicated the technique in the exact manner, pressing the pads of her fingertips into Yoyin’s palm. Simultaneously, both women worked their fingers in and out of the areas between her toes and fingers.

The towel was lifted from her round derriere. Cool air replaced the soothing and pleasant heat.
How can that be?
Her mind tried to conduct a quick count of the hands caressing her. So many sensations, so many hands plying her. She counted two new hands. Large hands caressed her buttocks. It felt lovely. Then shockwaves went through her as the obviously male hands gripped her butt cheeks, squeezing and releasing her mounds of flesh in a way that sent shimmering ripples straight to her groin.

It’s him!

Her throat went rigid. She was unable to gasp. In a panicked state, the trapped bursts of air and tiny murmurs found escape only through her flaring nostrils.

She felt Kina’s hands release her feet and heard the rustle of her skirt as she moved to join Palila at the other end of the massage table. “Ki…na!” she managed to stutter. “Who is…?” Her quivering lips would not allow her to finish.

“Shh. Don’t attempt to speak. Relax, madam,” Kina whispered, her calming hand smoothed Yoyin’s hair.

“He’s here,” Palila added in a hushed tone. “Be calm. Lie still. He has much to show you, but do not turn over until he tells you to do so. Do you understand, madam?”

Yoyin gave a slight nod. She couldn’t make intelligible speech. Severe heart palpitations prevented her from expressing anything more than shivering gasps and incomprehensive utterances. All the while, his hot hands seemed to melt into her flesh.

Palila applied a few drops of hibiscus oil onto a piece of cotton. “Inhale this. It will help you stay calm.”

“Enjoy your massage.” Kina and Palila each kissed the side of Yoyin’s face and quickly departed.

She was alone with him—her mystery man. But instead of enjoying the fantasy come true, she was overcome with so many emotions that her body quaked atop the massage table. Following Palila’s instructions, she brought the cotton ball to her nostrils, taking in the scent, inhaling deeply until the intoxicating scent quieted her thumping heart and allowed her body to savor and completely absorb the magnificent sensation of her lover’s touch.

Her ass, in contrast to her long sleek physique, was voluptuous and roundly plump, yet his hands were so large they completely covered her lusciously ample cheeks, grasping each jutting oval, gently at first and then more firmly.

Hungry hands wandered, caressing and tracing her form. He placed his cupped palms over her hips, cradling them briefly before running his hands along her long tapering thighs with the concentration of a sculpture. Then, anxious to touch all of her, his fingers glided swiftly down her legs and then over her ass and up the middle of her back, the heels of his hands applying pressure.

His touch made her tingle with a fervor and created a flurry of sensation. But her bare ass yearned for his attention. In an instant, his stiffened finger glided along the seam between her poked-out buttocks, arousing her passion making her squirm as tiny sparks of desire shot between her tightly closed legs.

His fingertips provided amazing pleasure. Unconsciously, she grinded her pussy against the hardness of the massage table, creating friction between her clit and the nap of the terry towel. Upon that shameful discovery, she quickly brought the cotton ball to her nostrils and sniffed the hibiscus oil, desperate to get
a hold of herself and to suppress the urge to flip over and spread her legs widely apart, granting her lover complete access to her drenched and splayed pussy. She inhaled the oiled cotton ball deeply and repeatedly until she was sufficiently lightheaded and the frantic hip rotations slowed to a gentle humping and then to a complete stop.

He didn’t use words to communicate with her, but she sensed, knew that he was relieved. Her ability to compose herself gave him permission to fondle and seduce her at his own leisurely pace.

At the hands of her seducer, she was pliant and helpless. He was a magician with lips and fingers that touched her everywhere, at once. It was dizzying, the way his lips heated her shoulder, sending more tingles as his mouth moved down along her spine. His sensual lips rested on one buttock and then settled on the other. Tongue flicks against the crack of her ass coaxed a deep purr from the back of her throat, driving her to arch her back—like a cat.

A strong stirring of passion whirled inside her. Her aroused nipples, like dart points, poked out as if they’d received a hard pinching. Her clit swelled against the towel beneath her. Her throbbing bud yearned for his sumptuous lips to curl around its girth and suck away some of the tension. But Yoyin resisted turning over. She bit her lip to keep from begging her anonymous lover to lick her pussy and suck her clit.

Trying to alleviate the mounting sexual tension, she rubbed her swollen clit against the towel, creating friction and escalating her passion.

She shifted her body to direct the motion of his hands. But he kept rubbing and touching seductively, nearly driving her over the brink of sanity.

No more foreplay!
She was quite ready to pull herself up on her
knees, and part her buttocks for her lover.
Take me! Bury your cock up my ass!
She shook her head at that notion. The painful ache that was driving her wild did not reside inside her anus.

It was her pussy that was throbbing and dripping cream, yearning for a long, hard fuck. A rush of shivers overtook her as she imagined herself sitting back on her haunches and wantonly displaying her ripened passion fruit, peeling open the slippery lips of her sex and flaunting her rigid female member. “
Lick it, suck it, bite it!”
She screamed the words inside her mind. Oh, the very thought of his teeth severing her skin, left her breathless and caused the eruption of a hot discharge.

He leaned down. His bare chest touched her back. The connection, much like an electrical jolt, made her jump. “Take me!” she demanded, no longer able to keep her fierce desire pent up inside.

His lips nibbled her ear. “Yoyin, my love. Turn over. Reveal your beauty.” He unpinned her hair, allowing it to cascade down her back. “Introduce me to your glorious womanhood.” The unexpected sound of his voice was startling. His use of language and his odd request, spoken in a sensual, low rumble, sent her in a frenzy of emotions.

Despite the brazen thoughts she’d entertained only moments ago, she was terrified of exposing herself. He hadn’t expressed an interest in her face or any of her numerous attributes; he’d specifically asked her to reveal her womanhood. He’d chosen fanciful words, but cutting to the chase, her mystery man wanted her to show him her pussy so he could become properly acquainted with her most vulnerable body part.
Sexy! And frightening.
It seemed like he’d read her mind.
Can he actually hear my thoughts?

Suddenly, she felt extremely shy. Insecure and without a smidgen of her usual bravado. She shuddered at the thought of her innumerable sex partners and the scars left behind. She’d inflicted her own brand of pain and disfigurement. Her inner labia bore old scarring and were mangled from jewelry that had become dislodged or ripped out during acts of violent sex. And the repeated piercings through her clit made her bud look perpetually swollen—overly sensitive—and much larger than a normal female clitoris

Yoyin gnawed on her bottom lip. What if the appearance of her vagina repelled him? Could she bear it if even a flicker of a frown crossed his face? Yoyin swallowed.

“I can’t. I’m ashamed of…” she stammered, her words muffled by the towel.

He gathered her hair in his hands and brushed it aside, nuzzling the back of her neck until she had no will to resist. She turned her head and opened her mouth to his thickly passionate kiss. In her head, she heard the love mantra: “
Ka-le’a! Ka-le’a!
” Her heart danced, and responding to his mating call, her tongue moved in the rhythm of the chant.

With eyelids tightly closed, she reached up, marveling in the sheer joy of touching his coils of hair, tangling her fingers inside the jungle of wild ringlets. Like a person without sight, she studied his features with her fingertips. Growing more excited, her trembling finger smoothed each of his thick eyebrows. Steadying her finger, she caressed his heavy lashes, trailed down the bridge of his broad nose and traced his full, succulent lips. Aside from the differences in hair texture, they had similar African characteristics.

With every fiber of her being, she knew this stranger. Not by name, but on a soul level. Then, as if he had whispered it in her
ear, his name—odd and foreign-sounding, suddenly popped into her mind and escaped her lips. “Hoku!” she whispered, stunned, yet emphatic.

“My love,” he responded, acknowledging his name.

She beamed, marveling over the fact that she had knowledge of his name. Her brows knit together in wonderment.
How could I have known? Hoku is such an unusual name
.
It was a lucky guess,
she resolved.

Yearning to see Hoku’s face and unable to bear another second of suspense, she raised her eyes and stared at him with astonished eyes. He was seriously good looking. Sun-bronzed, ruggedly handsome, and beautiful at once. In conflict with his strong masculine features, there was softness in his light-brown eyes and lusciousness in his full lips—a little yin intermingled with yang.

She gazed at him, awestruck. Her eyes roving wildly as she appraised his burnished complexion and his oiled, glowing skin.

A whirlwind swept through her and then settled down as if the interactive forces of harmony and balance had resolved all her internal conflicts. Yoyin was breathless. And unreasonably happy. Hoku lifted her torso, and time and space merged.

Hoku swooped her up in his arms, strode through the villa carrying her naked body upstairs to her private quarters. The room’s bamboo shades were closed, darkening her bedchamber and making it appear as if night had replaced day. The glow of candlelight illuminated a bouquet of red hibiscus on a table near the bed. She recalled Kina’s words,
“The pua aloalo has many properties.”

Ka-le’a was magical indeed. A shadow of worry crossed her face.
It was all so surreal
. She wondered if the power of the
pua aloalo
oil compounded with the presence of the flowers had caused her to hallucinate. Was Hoku a living, breathing person?
Was he actually with her inside her bedchamber, or was his very existence merely a figment of an overactive imagination?

She could feel the pulse points of his wrists pumping against her body as he lowered her onto the bed. “Am I intoxicated by the scent of the flowers?” She pointed to a vase. “Are you real?” she asked as he lay next to her.

He stared into her eyes. “Don’t you remember me?” His eyes beseeched her to consult her heart. He held up his hand with his palm faced outward, inviting her touch.