Disciplined (9 page)

The unusually tall conga player with a muscular, manly form. The rock-hard muscles of his biceps bulged as he beat the conga drum. His hair, a dense thatch of dark, wild ringlets, fell in his face, obscuring his eyes that peeked through the openings in the mask. As he pounded the drum, his groin thrust sharply, his hardened shaft jerking forward as if he were penetrating a woman. The drummer’s body, lit by the light of torches, was smooth and bronzed. Yoyin’s attention was drawn to his thick, muscular thighs and then quickly shifted to his shaft that rose to full attention under her heated gaze. His hard cock seemed capable of bursting though the fabric of the loincloth.

She licked her lips, an uncontrolled admission of her strong desire. The tall conga player brushed aside his ringlets and stared back at Yoyin. He seemed aware of her intense yearning. His eyes seemed to peer inside her soul as if he’d known her throughout eternity. The intensity of his gaze made her woozy, made her skin heat and perspire. He incited her to twist her waist and press her female appendage deeper inside Palila’s receptive and open mouth. “Suck it,” she said breathily and thrusting.

Palila worked her lips urgently.

As the tall masked man beat the conga, he began to chant a mantra; his rich voice was a perfect instrument that created an even stronger connectedness between him and Yoyin.

Palila’s and Kina’s mouths worked on Yoyin’s private places, their mouths and tongues tasting, licking, sucking, and slowly driving Yoyin out of her mind. The women hummed in time with the drummer’s beautiful chant, sending tickling breaths inside her vaginal canal. She writhed and pleaded for them to make it hurt, but they were persistent pleasure providers, giving her prolonged bliss that was soft and sensual, very different from the rough sex she preferred.

At first she thought she’d imagined that she could finally understand a part of the chant—the words that the drummer spoke over and over. Intellectually, she couldn’t make sense of the mantra. On an emotional level, she understood him with a sudden clarity that caused her to undulate while all eyes viewed her. She was without shame, beyond caring, as she bucked and splashed about in the heated water. Her sexual yearning on wanton display for the mask-wearing musicians; her lovely face twisted in agony with her need.

“
Ka-le’a! Ka-le’a!”
the tall drummer roared. Over and over in a booming, syncopated tone and the two women rhythmically repeated after him, sending their puffs of breath and sound inside Yoyin’s feminine chamber.

It was a love call—a building command that drove Yoyin to jut out her pelvis and gyrate against Palila’s mouth and Kina’s finger—until convulsions wracked her body and a loud wail of mindless ecstasy escaped her quivering lips.

Y
oyin opened her eyes and found herself looking into Kina’s concerned face. In a panic, she looked around and realized she was no longer in the cave but was back in the villa, lying in bed. “Did I faint again?”

Kina nodded.

“Oh, no.”

“It’s all right. You released.” She patted Yoyin’s hand. “You’ll be fully awake tonight.”

“How’d I get back here?”

“You were carried by the men.”

“Was he in the cave? Was my lover among the musicians?”

“Yes, madam. He was there. He played the drums and chanted a mating call.”

Yoyin’s eyelashes fluttered. “He’s very tall with tremendous musculature,” she whispered. Excited, she lifted her head from the fluffy pillow and sat up. “His hair…It’s wildly arranged. Dark ringlets hang almost to his shoulders. He’s a beautiful male specimen.”

“Indeed, he is handsome,” Kina said. “Well-built, strong, and in prime condition,” she added.

“Oh, Kina. Do you think he’ll return to me tonight?”

Kina’s eyes saddened. “It is doubtful.”

“Why?” Yoyin’s face darkened, and her temper flared.

“You’re exhausted. Mr. Merrick thinks it best that you rest tonight. Regain your strength.”

“I feel fine! Why is Merrick such a meddlesome…”

Kina cut Yoyin off with a sharp look.

“Where’s Palila?” Yoyin asked, taking heed and changing the subject.

“Mr. Merrick gave Palila the night off.”

“Oh.” Yoyin kept the profanity she wanted to spew trapped inside her mouth and kept her opinion of Merrick, the control freak, to herself. She shook her head. The man had the gall to take it upon himself to give her companion the night off. Still, she willed herself not to speak harshly of him. Not in front of Kina or any other islander. Here, Merrick was revered as if he were some sort of demigod. It made her sick to her stomach that he had such control over her joy.

“In the cave…everyone kept chanting
ka-le’a
. Why?” Yoyin’s eyes were bright with curiosity.

Something changed in Kina’s face, a sudden flash of surprise. “Why, madam, it’s the name of our wonderful island. You know that.” Unlike Greg and Michael, Kina and Palila spoke softly in a rhythmic island dialect Yoyin found pleasing and more in keeping with an authentic island experience.

Yoyin leaned forward. “But it seemed as if the name of the island took on another meaning. Does Ka-le’a represent something more?”

Kina arched a brow. She gave Yoyin the soft and mysterious smile that a teacher gives a wise pupil. She drew in a deep breath before responding. “Yes,
ka-le’a
means joy and happiness.” She paused for a beat and smiled. “It also means orgasm. Here, on our
island, we love freely and joyously achieve the most powerful orgasms in the world. It is a gift we love to share with others—with people who can’t begin to understand what we know.” Without a hint of grandiosity, she continued, “We experience utter peace and fulfillment that is derived from sexual freedom.”

Yoyin took a sharp inhale and clasped her hand around Kina’s delicate wrist. “That’s what I’ve been looking for.”

“I know, madam.” She patted Yoyin’s shoulder. “But excessiveness could be dangerous.”

Yoyin shook her head at the folly of such a notion. “That’s ridiculous. I’m finally discovering my heart’s desire, and you’re trying to tell me to take it easy. I’ve led a life of sexual excessiveness, but I’ve never found what I was looking for. Until now. I’ve never reached such heights during an orgasm as I have here at Ka-le’a. And I want more. I must have more,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t see how a succession of earth-shattering orgasms could be harmful. This is an amazing place,” she exclaimed in a burst of joy. “I could stay here forever.” Then, Yoyin became pensive. “Kina,” she said, now grasping the woman’s small hands. “I’d give anything to be with him.” That irresistible thought put a broad smile on her face. “I’m in love with him. Kina, I’m in love! With a man whose face I’ve never seen. Oddly, I don’t care what he looks like. I feel as if I know him—like our hearts are joined. I’d do anything to be with him—I’d live in that cave with him if that’s what he desired.” Her heart pounded in excitement.

A worried look crossed Kina’s face. “Excessiveness could cause you to lapse into a deep sleep.” Kina pursed her lips, conveying the seriousness of her words.

“What do you mean? Too much sex could put me into a coma?” Yoyin laughed.

“It’s possible. After we left the cave, you were asleep for many hours.”

Yoyin shot a look at the clock and was amazed that it was past eleven in the evening. She was renewed, the way one felt first thing in the morning. “I’ve had enough rest. I want you to summon my lover. Please.”

“I can’t. Mr. Merrick gave those orders.”

Yoyin’s chest heaved in resignation. “You spoke of my awakening…”

“Yes.”

“In the cave, you said everyone was there to celebrate my awakening. What does that mean?”

“We were gathered to celebrate your sexual awakening.”

“Oh?” Yoyin eyed her quizzically.

Kina brushed Yoyin’s hair away from her face and looked deeply in her eyes. “I realize that you’re accustomed to wearing numerous piercings on your feminine area. You came here with jewelry attached to your genitals. When Palila and I bathed you, we noticed many scars.”

“Oh! Not to worry.” Yoyin waved her hand. “My jewelry often gets dislodged and ripped out during sex.” She shrugged. “I’m sure you already know about my penchant for rough sex. That’s why I accepted the invitation to Ka-le’a—to be the center of attention. I expected an abundance of the kind of sexual activity I thoroughly enjoy, but things didn’t go the way I planned.”

Kina chuckled. “You must admit—you’ve been the center of attention from the moment you arrived.”

Yoyin smiled slightly. “But I haven’t been indulged in the rough sex that I prefer.”

“Sexual violence is not something we find enjoyable. This is a
peaceful place where beautiful orgasms abound. No physical pain or emotional suffering.” Kina allowed Yoyin to digest her words. “You’ve been awakened to the secret of orgasmic pleasure derived from loving warmth and tenderness.”

“It was enjoyable. But I honestly prefer a hard, rough ride. I’m hoping my lover will understand my dark desire.”

Kina gave a sympathetic smile. “He loves you. He would never hurt you.”

“I love him, too.” Her admission shocked her. “I feel it,” she explained, her eyes wide with incredulity as she touched her heart. “But I still want him to fill me with hot, hard-driving sex. Getting rammed until blood is drawn is so much more exhilarating than slow stroking penetration.”

“That pain you speak of brings only fleeting sensations. It doesn’t allow a feeling of total completion.”

Yoyin’s hand went to her stomach. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel that awful emptiness. Perhaps Kina was on to something. And even more incredible, she didn’t feel the deep yearning and sense of hopelessness that usually followed a bout of brutal sex. Instead, she felt hopeful, as if the path to true happiness was in the hands of the masked stranger. “My beloved,” she uttered softly, closing her eyes, imagining his massive arms tightening around her protectively, enveloping her with love.
Love!
She was behaving like a romantic fool, but the new sensation enlivened her, made her almost giddy with joy. The rush of love was suddenly so familiar, Yoyin trembled as a chill ran up her spine.

She returned her attention to Kina. “You’re right,” she admitted. “I’m usually left with a hollow emptiness. Like I’m starving for something…something I can’t quite identify.”

“And you try to fill that void with violent sex?”

“Yes.”

“You were pleasured by Palila and me. Do you feel empty?”

Yoyin shook her head. A shadow fell across her face. “No. In fact, I felt joyous for a few moments but now I’m sad.”

Kina tilted her head.

“I’m realizing something about myself. Some women and even girls…cut themselves. I guess they do that to distract themselves from the real source of their pain. I use hardcore brutal sex to take my mind off my problem.”

“That’s a beginning.”

“A beginning of what?”

“Healing.”

“But I have so far to go. Now, I’m confused because I’m feeling another emotion.”

“Hmm. What is it you’re feeling?”

“Love. But I can’t enjoy it.”

“Why not?”

“I’m ashamed. And guilt-ridden.”

Kina looked at her sadly. “Why?”

“Something horrible happened to me a long time ago.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.” She covered her mouth. “I can’t.”

“Okay. Well, let’s talk about what’s happening right now.”

Yoyin looked at Kina with interest. She’d been so wrong about the woman whom only hours ago, she’d thought of as primitive and simple-minded. Intelligence and wisdom shone in Kina’s glistening dark eyes. Again, Yoyin felt ashamed of her bad behavior. “The conga player,” she said breathily. “When he made love to me, I felt angry at first, but he was persistent in his tenderness. And I grew to enjoy it.” Yoyin inhaled. “I want to be in his pres
ence again. Touch his skin. I want to see his face.” She dropped her head. “But I can’t. Merrick won’t allow us to be together.”

“You’re right, madam. He won’t be coming to you this evening. I’m sorry.”

Yoyin moaned. It was a short, high-pitched and wretched sound of longing. “Then tell me all about him. What’s his name?” she whimpered.

“It’s not for me to say. Be patient. When he reveals himself, I’m sure he’ll tell you his name. He’ll tell you everything.”

“When is he coming back?” Yoyin wrung her hands fretfully. “We won’t have much time together. Tomorrow is my last night here.”

“Don’t be concerned with time,” Kina advised, sounding as if she possessed the wisdom of the ages.

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t exist. It’s just a figment of your imagination.”

Kina was speaking of mysticism. Something intangible that Yoyin had no patience for. “Time is not an illusion,” she said, exasperated. “That’s a ridiculous statement. The day after tomorrow, I’ll be boarding a plane, leaving the love of my life behind. I assure you, when that day comes, it won’t be a figment of my imagination.”

Kina chuckled indulgently.

“This is not a humorous situation,” Yoyin whined. “Seriously, Kina. I need to touch him. I want to see my beloved’s face. Will I be allowed to do that?”

“Yes.”

She glanced at the clock. Tomorrow was going to take forever to come. Tears formed in her eyes. Yoyin dropped her head, cupped her hands and wept.

Kina sank down on the bed next to her. She wrapped her small arms around Yoyin and stroked her honey-colored hair. With an arm around Yoyin, Kina arranged herself beneath the covers and nudged Yoyin’s lips to her bared breast. “Suckle, madam. You’ll feel better.”

Needing comfort, Yoyin parted her lush lips. They puckered and tugged on the hardened tip. Kina lovingly stroked her hair, moaning as Yoyin stimulated her sensitive flesh. Kina pulled Yoyin’s lips away and fed her the other nipple, which Yoyin suckled greedily.

Kina cradled Yoyin’s chin and pulled her rose-colored nipple from her lips. “I have something else to share with you.” Kina drew up her knees, placed both palms on Yoyin’s shoulders, nudging her downward until Yoyin’s mouth was close to her sex. Kina parted her legs wider and guided Yoyin’s mouth to the exact spot where warm moisture pooled. “Enjoy, madam,” Kina whispered.

Yoyin licked shyly at first and then opened her mouth and slurped hungrily at her companion’s moist opening. Kina had the sweetest pussy Yoyin had ever tasted. Clean and syrupy as if Kina subsisted on a strict diet of sweet passion fruit. Moaning, she took in the sugary liquid. Later, after she’d had her fill of Kina’s sweet moisture, she rested her head on her companion’s firm thigh with her eyes focused on Kina’s exquisitely beautiful pussy and its thick, dark pelt. Petting her companion’s thick thatch of silky pussy hair, she drifted off to sleep.

Throughout the night, awakened by unpleasant dreams or an occasional bout of restlessness, she’d reach out patting and searching for the comforting feel of the thick coat of soft hair that covered Kina’s mons. Then, rotating her head, nuzzling her nose between Kina’s thighs, she poked out her lips, making suck
ing motions until her mouth located and latched onto Kina’s clit. Urgently, she pulled the turgid nub into her mouth, nursing on its sweetness until she felt calm and pacified.

Disturbing, nightmarish images entered her sleep again.
Yoyin and her sister being chased through the jungle by a man wielding a blood-encrusted knife. She could hear the sounds of their bare feet slapping against the earth. Two years older than Yoyin, her sister Amelia was stronger and could run much faster.

“Run, Yoyin. Hurry. Run,” Amelia called looking back. Desperate to catch up, Yoyin brought her knees up higher to increase her speed. She ran so fast, her heart thundered inside her chest as she raced to keep up with Amelia’s pace. But she stumbled over something and fell to the ground. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the wicked man getting closer. Desperately, she tried to get up, but couldn’t.

“Help,” she murmured in a weak voice, then dropped her head awaiting a violent end.

She felt her body being lifted. Amazingly, her sister carried her, running and then lifting upward—floating and then flying high in the air. Away from harm, Yoyin was carried in her sister’s arms.

The nightmare shifted to a sweet dream, and she awakened in the morning with a vague sense of well-being. She opened her eyes and was happy to see that Palila had returned. “Good morning,” Yoyin sang, feeling a shared bond with both women. Their sexual liaisons had formed a sisterhood between them that felt natural and warm.

“Good morning, madam. Did you sleep well?”

“Very well.”

“No bad dreams?” Palila inquired.

The smile vanished from Yoyin’s face and a long shudder went through her as she recalled the nightmare and the man with the bloody knife. “Why do you ask?”