[Invitation to Eden 20.0] The Island of Eden (12 page)

“So how does it all work?” I frown as I run through the scene from earlier in my mind.

“What do you mean?” She tilts her head, confused.

“Like... he’s your Dom? Is that what it’s called?” Like I said, I did my research. “And you... do whatever he says?”

“The Master and I have a very satisfying relationship.” Lexi speaks carefully, and my heart clenches far more than it should. I hadn’t anticipated that they had a... well, a relationship. I’d thought he was interested in me.

“He gives to me, and I give to him.” Lexi continues, running a hand through that perfect silken hair. “It is never one sided. The power exchange is about balance.”

“Right.” Balance. Something I’ve never been good at. “H... how long have you been together?”

She must sense my disappointment because she grabs my hand. “It isn’t like that. I service him when he requires it, but it isn’t exclusive. I have other Masters and Mistresses.”

“Oh.” My face heats as relief floods through me. Damn it. No way can I ignore these crazy feelings.

“Are you looking to becoming a submissive?” She arches an eyebrow. “Or perhaps a Dominant?”

“Uh, no. I mean...” I stumble over my words. “I’m just... I’m not sure what I’m looking to become.”

“Confusion is normal.” When she smiles sweetly, I find it hard to hate her. “The Master is a very generous Dom. He would definitely take care of you.”

“I... yes, he seems like the type.”
Weirdest. Conversation. Ever.
Even for me.

“Well, it’s true.” She lets go of my hand with a final pat. “You must have desire, or you would never have come in here to ask me questions. I hope you find the courage to pursue what you want.”

What I want.

I’m not sure that even I know that.

I thank her for answering my questions and exit quickly, leaving behind the scents of vanilla and roses. I pause outside my door, then continue on—I’m not tired.

Talking to Lexi gave me more questions than anything, and I think I know where to find the answers.

I tip toe downstairs and pause in front of the door leading down to the dungeon. Wrapping my hand around the door handle, I pray that it’s locked, so that my decision is taken away from me.

It’s not. And me being me, I push open the door and look down the stairs. It’s dark.

I could still just turn around and go back to the room.  No one would ever know I was tempted.

But the temptation is too much, or maybe not enough, and I descend into the darkness.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs I search for the light switch. I find it and flick it on.  Light floods the outer room, and I pad across the fluffy carpet to the side door. Opening it, I enter the... well, I’d joked that it was Theo’s red room of pain, which isn’t that far from the truth.

It’s his... I think it’s called a dungeon. And it’s very, very interesting.

The room smells of rich leather and earthy wood, and there’s an almost... electric... charge in the air.

It dances along my skin, arousing my senses.

I walk to a metal rack and run my fingers over all the instruments. First there’s the cat o’ nine tails. I saw that in action. Next is a riding crop, then a paddle made out of leather, then some other things that I can’t even name.

I walk over to the bench that Lexi had been strapped to earlier. Curious, I kneel on the padded ledge and lean over the middle.

“What are you doing?” Theo’s voice booms out across the room. Startled, I screech and my body jerks—I nearly fall off the bench.

Catching myself just in time, I push to my feet. My face burns with embarrassment. My body burns with desire.

I can’t decide which need I want to pay attention to.

“I’m sorry.  I was just curious.”  Swallowing thickly, I cross the room, intending to flee.

“Do you know what happens to curious little girls who poke into things they shouldn’t?” Theo steps into my path. I look up at him, all the way up, and nearly swallow my tongue when I see the dark desire dancing across his features.

Slowly, I shake my head. My heart races, and my knees feel like they might give out.

“They get punished.” Theo casts me a wicked smile, and there go my knees. He catches me before I can collapse onto the floor.

“What—” In a flash, he has removed my slip dress. I’m naked beneath. I fight the urge to cover myself with my hands as he stares at me, his breath coming as heard as my own.

“If you want to leave, do it now.” His voice is harsh, and he whips the hood off his head. He stares at me defiantly, as though waiting for something.

I don’t know what that something is. But I do know that I’m not going anywhere.

THEO

I
can’t quite believe that this is happening. When this hotheaded woman first washed up onto my island, I would never have believed that this, what we’re about to do, would be possible.

Yet here she is. The woman of my dreams, asking to submit to me.

“Get back on the bench.” I notice that she trembles, and I savor the reaction. That it has been so long in coming makes it all the better.

I feel certain that she’ll argue, but instead she nods and climbs back onto the bench. My own hands tremble as I adjust her, my fingers sliding over smooth, hot skin as I bind her arms and legs to the bench.

“If at any moment you need to be freed, or if things become too much... anything at all that doesn’t feel right... you say red. Do you understand?” I circle the bench so that I can see her face.

“Yes, I understand. Red.” She looks nervous, but also... aroused. The very act of strapping her down, of taking away her control has made her muscles soften.

Any worry I had that she might not want this fades. She might be the most exhausting woman I’ve ever met, but right now?

She wants to submit. Though I’m not sure she knows enough about it to even give me those words. The combination undoes me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go easy on her tonight. Not when I’ve been waiting so damn long.

“I’m going to spank you, Noelle. Five blows.” I savor her sharp intake of breath, feel her thigh quiver when I rest my palm on it. “First, however, I want you to tell me what I am punishing you for.”

“For... oh.” As she speaks I run my fingers between her legs. She’s slick. I’d known she would be, but I had to make absolutely sure that she wanted this as much as I thought she did.

“Answer me.” I remove my touch and she groans.

“Because... because I broke into the room and found you with... the other one.” I know she’s spoken with Lexi, I know she knows the other woman’s name. That she won’t say it means that she’s a little bit jealous, and I love it.

“No.” Lifting my hand, I give her a sharp slap on the flank. She cries out, rears up, and I grin.

“I’m spanking you for trying to leave.”I slap her again, right on the buttocks, groaning at the way the flesh jiggles.

“You were with someone else!” Her voice is full of indignation, even as she moans through another spank. “You can’t punish me for that!”

“I most certainly can, so long as we both enjoy it.” I deliver the last two blows, then step back to admire how beautifully her skin has flushed under my attentions.

She is breathing hard, but when I circle the bench and she looks up at me, I know her answer before I ask the question.

“How was that?”

She bites her lower lip, tries to squirm. I’m empathetic to her situation, because I know just how hard it is to admit that you’re kinky.

But I also love watching her wiggle.

“Answer me, Noelle. Or we stop right now.” I step back to emphasize my point, even as my body shrieks at me in protest.

But that’s part of being dominant—doing what is right, not just what you want.

She hesitates a bit longer than I like.
Very well, then.
I’m going to have to take it a bit further.

Crossing the room, I take my time perusing my selections, knowing that her eyes are on me, watching my every move.

I make a show of selecting the riding crop, savor her whimper when I pick it up and cross in front of her.

“Please...” I don’t think she knows whether she’s begging or asking for mercy, but I can see her body drawing tight as she looks at the crop.

Anticipation is good. Actual fear is not. Lifting my arm, I trail the tip of the crop over her arm, across her lips, down her back.

She softens, and when she does, I flick her once on the hip.

“Shit!” She jolts, then frowns up at me. “What was that for?”

“Did that hurt?” I continue to run the tip of the crop over her body, enjoying the shiver that runs over her skin.

She considers before answering. “No.”

“But your skin is red.” I lean over to rub my fingers over the small mark. “I bet it’s more sensitive, too.”

“I... yes. It is.” Her words are breathy, and I smirk to myself.

“Then I think it’s a reasonable assumption that this particular instrument might serve to... sensitize you. Arouse you.” Without warning, I again flick the crop. This time it lands on her buttock, which is still red from my palm.

She jolts and cries out, her head lifting, her eyes searching.

“More.” Her body arches in the direction that the blow came from. “Give me more.”

“Of course I will, you sweet girl.” I flick the crop again, landing the light blow on her other buttock. Again, she arches and moans, every sound serving to drive my arousal higher.

I circle her slowly, targeting her legs, her arms, her ass in no particular pattern, so that she never knows where the blow is coming from. She pulls against her restraints with every flick of the crop, twisting and moaning and begging for more.

I want to continue with this all night, and at the same time I don’t know if I can hold out much longer. My cock is a rod of steel, and the control I always have has abandoned me entirely.

“Ready to answer me yet?” I steal to the end of the bench, just out of sight as she cranes her neck to look at me.

She doesn’t speak, so I deliver one final, firm swat of the crop, right over her pussy.

“Theo!” Her body shakes, and I know she’s reaching for that peak. I don’t want her to go over yet, so I place a hand on her inner thigh, drawing the sensation away from her hot, wet entrance.

“Master,” I remind her as I stroke fingers over her skin.

“Master,” she agrees, her breath catching. I lean over, catch her chin in my fingers, twist her face so that I can see her.

“Answer me. How was that?” Her eyes are hazed with need, and it takes a minute, but finally Noelle—the brave, beautiful woman—focuses on me. And all I see there is honesty.

“I loved it. I don’t understand it, but I loved it.” She swallows thickly. “And I want more.”

“
Noelle
.” I’m undone. Completely undone. And the slight vibrations beneath my feet tell me even more.

This is it, Eden is telling me. Be open. Be free.

Dropping to my knees, I unbuckle her arms, see the confusion in her eyes.

“Theo...”

“Master,” I remind her, rubbing her wrists.

“Master.” She bites this out tartly. “What are you doing?”

Later, later we’ll go into more detail. But right now, I need something far more than her bound and at my mercy.

“I can’t fuck you yet. Not until I’ve kissed you.” Gently, I cup her face in my hands, and press her lips to mine. My heart hammers the second her lips touch my own, and the ground beneath us starts to shake, and I know that this is it. This woman is home.

Her little mewl of pleasure sends us both sinking deeper into the kiss, and we attack one another, my hands fisting in those gorgeous golden curls. I could do this all day, just taste the sweet and sour flavor of her mouth, but the ground shakes again, jolting me back.

“Did you feel that?” She gasps, hands clawing for me as I pull back, rock to my feet. Her eyes are wild.

“I did.” I can’t wait. My connection with the island, knowing that the moment I’ve been waiting for for so long is here... I can’t wait any longer. My fingers make short work of my pants, then rip open a condom and slide it on the throbbing length of my erection . “Later we’ll go slow. We’ll explore. I promise. But I’ve waited a long time for you.”

I expect her to protest. Instead she shudders and buries her face in her arms. “God, yes. Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me, hard. Master.”

Oh, God.

“Hold on.” Pressing against her from behind, I bend forward, take her breasts in my hands experimentally. She pushes them into my hands, the greedy woman, and I measure the heavy weight.

They are perfect. Just like her.

Parting her lower lips with one hand, I slide two fingers inside of her with the other. She cries out and gasps as I scissor the fingers, testing the tightness of her slick heat.

“You did like that.” I grin as I stroke her inner walls and she curses. “You liked that a lot.”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” She squirms, her hands clasping at the legs of the horse, her back arching as she tries to push back against me. “Now do something about me.”

“Trying to gain control again already?” Normally it infuriates me when a submissive tries to top from the bottom, but with this woman? It’s rather delightful. “I guess I’ll have to show you who the boss really is.”

“Bastard.” She only has time to gasp this one name before slide my fingers together, changing the angle so that I can rub against her inner wall. I find the spot I’m looking for quickly, and slide the tips of my fingers over the tight bundle of nerves.

“Oh my God.” Her body tenses, her channel clamping down around my fingers. “What are you... oh my God. No. Theo. Too much... I can’t...”

“You can.” I increase the pace, moving from slow circles to insistent rubs. She draws in a ragged breath, a long moan. “You can because I say you must. I’m in control of your release right now, Noelle. You have no say in the matter. You will come because it’s what I want.”

“I... I... oh!” I watch, entranced, as her entire body tightens, her skin glistening in the low light with a sheen of sweat. She clenches and cries out, a keening noise that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.