Michele Zurlo (6 page)

He’d obviously thought it through. He might have said more, but she had fallen asleep.

A short time later, she woke to find herself in the bedroom. Jonas had drawn gossamer curtains across the wall of windows that overlooked a gorgeous waterfall and the crystalline pool below. The soothing sounds of water penetrated the thick glass, as did copious amounts of sunlight. The curtains cut the glare, nothing more.

No matter. She didn’t want to sleep the day away. They had five days and four nights to enjoy this vast island paradise. Mayabeth had pointed out paths and named the parts and popular features of Elysium on the way to the room. Sabrina looked forward to taking a closer look.

She freshened up and went out to the main room to find Jonas on the balcony taking in the view. He rested his forearms on the wrought iron railing and leaned forward to look down. Sabrina joined him. He slung his arm around her waist and pulled her against the hard planes of his body.

She planted a kiss on his cheek before peering over the edge to see what he was watching. They were on the third floor, which meant they had a great view, but they weren’t far from the action.

The object captivating his attention was located on the side of the pool’s patio nearest the building. A woman was tied, naked and spread-eagled, to a lounge chair. A man sat between her legs. As he carried on a conversation with another man, he alternated between lazily fingering his submissive and pinching her nipples. The woman’s quiet moans barely made it far enough for Sabrina to hear them.

In silence, she watched. Occasionally, the man sucked her juices from his fingers, openly savoring the flavor. Time passed. Not once did he speed up his ministrations or show an interest in bringing her to climax.

The lack of completion wore on Sabrina’s nerves, making her hyperaware of Jonas’s every move. If he inhaled faster, she jumped. When he shifted his position, she stiffened in anticipation.

But he made no move to touch her intimately. She was wearing a short, strapless sundress with nothing under it, and he never once tried to explore her outfit. At home, no matter what the occasion entailed, he always managed to snake a hand up her skirt or down her blouse before too long. He was a very tactile person.

She’d also elected to wear her hair up. While she liked to have it off her neck, Jonas preferred when she left it loose, and he frequently pulled the pins and clips from her hair without asking.

Below them, the scene shifted somewhat. The man standing next to the sitting couple casually conversing with the Dom gestured toward the woman. The sitting Dom nodded, withdrew his finger from her cunt, and stood.

The second man knelt at the foot of the lounger, stretched his torso over the footrest, and wiggled around until he found a comfortable position. Then he buried his face in the submissive’s pussy. She sucked in a breath, and the volume of her moans increased. The first Dom pulled another lounge chair closer, sat on it, and played with her breasts. He alternated pinching and sucking. She arched her back off the chair, writhing as much as the ropes would allow.

Sabrina felt her eyes widen at the sight. Sure, she’d seen threesomes before, but the second Dom hadn’t seemed like part of the scene until now.

Jonas pulled her back a little. “Easy, honey. You’re about to go over. I have plans that don’t include splitting your head open. Other parts of you, maybe, but not your head.” He grinned at his own joke.

“Do you think they know each other?”

Jonas shrugged. “Hard to say. Elysium is a safe place to play. Everyone has to be tested for a battery of diseases, and there’s a background check as well. Some people come here to play with strangers.”

While that didn’t appeal to Sabrina, she didn’t begrudge anyone their kink. Sophia and her husband Drew would probably love it here. They could play with a different submissive every night.

She turned her back to the railing and cupped Jonas’s erection in her hand. “So what are you planning to do with me today?”

His gaze remained on the scene playing out next to the pool. “Dinner at Hades’s Banquet Hall. I hear the show is stimulating.”

She lifted her eyebrow in a flirty, suggestive gesture that was completely lost on him, so she slid her hand down his shorts and pumped his shaft slowly. “How stimulating?”

His smile grew secretive. “You’ll see. Now turn around. I’m going to fuck you while we watch them finish.”

Heat pooled between her thighs, and the amount of cream already there doubled as she obeyed. Being watched was his kink, though she certainly didn’t mind. She liked knowing she didn’t have a choice in the matter. If she didn’t willingly turn around, he’d force the issue. She trembled under the force of his power, and he hadn’t done more than give her a command.

She gripped the rail. He lifted the skirt of her dress and smoothed his hand over her ass. “Bare-assed. Good. You’re not allowed to wear underclothes here unless I specifically tell you to.”

A response wasn’t expected and too much excitement gripped her anyway. She kept her gaze focused on the trio below. He nudged her legs farther apart, lined his cock up with her entrance, and plunged deep.

She expected him to fuck her quickly, but after the initial thrust, he didn’t move. Reaching around in front, he lowered the top of her sundress to expose her breasts. They had attracted a little attention, glances here and there as the spectators witnessing the woman’s pleasure noticed how it inspired others, but nothing constant. That, combined with the distance, reassured Sabrina. Nobody could really see the details.

Jonas cupped her breasts, kneading and massaging the globes, pinching and rolling the tips. His cock remained motionless inside her, a throbbing, cruel length she wanted to feel sliding in and out. She whimpered a protest and pressed back to urge him into action.

“What’s wrong, honey? Tell me what you want.” His tone was laced with false sympathy, mocking her with his power to make her say whatever he wanted.

It only made her need more acute. “I want you to fuck me.” Her whispered admission was caught by the wind and carried away. Even she barely heard it.

“Nice and loud, Sabrina. You can do it.”

There was no way out of this. She took a deep breath, concentrated on the way he filled her core, and summoned her best presentation volume. “Please. I need you to fuck me.”

More people looked in their direction, eager expressions betraying their anticipation. Below them, she watched as a man pushed down his wet swim shorts and another man knelt in front of him. More voices joined the cacophony of needy moans echoing from the stone and concrete courtyard paradise.

Jonas heeded her wish. He set a moderate pace, but she was already too far gone. She needed more, and she didn’t hesitate to tell him that in the same carrying tone she’d used before.

“Harder. Please, do it harder.”

He obliged. “Don’t bite your lip or hold anything in. I want to hear you come.”

Sabrina hadn’t realized she was biting her lip, but he had, even though he couldn’t see her face. She let the poor, tortured piece of flesh go, along with the rest of the inhibitions Jonas didn’t allow. In seconds, she climaxed. Her long, high-pitched moan carried across the space and blended with the sounds of completion coming from the woman bound to the lounger and the man being sucked off.

Jonas withdrew and drew her back into his arms. He banded one across her waist and closed his other hand around one exposed breast. “I want you to wear Ryan and Ellen’s gift to dinner.”

Almost an entire day passed between the time she set it aside and the time she’d found a quiet moment, but she’d finished opening her birthday presents. When she’d called to offer dubious thanks for the gift, Ellen had chuckled and informed her that Ryan had picked it out. The white chastity belt was made from PVC and neoprene, and it had places to attach various vibrating and dildo-shaped objects, which he’d also thoughtfully supplied. Sophia’s gift had been a set of matching wrist and ankle cuffs, and a collar with nipple clamps attached. It wouldn’t surprise her to find out that Sophia and Ryan had conspired together. Or that they’d all known about Jonas’s gift.

Sabrina nodded, not that she had a real choice. Though his command had been couched as a request, it wasn’t one. Jonas rarely picked out her clothing or accessories. When he did, he expected his instructions to be obeyed. Never once in their five years together had she disobeyed anything he’d asked. Even if she had, nothing would come of it. Unlike some of the other Doms and Dommes they knew, Jonas didn’t believe in delivering punishments. It just wasn’t his style. She recognized and respected his authority. It was all the motivation she required.

“Will you put it on me?”

“Of course.”

Of all the attachments supplied with the belt, he chose a curved metallic piece that fit snugly into the palm of his hand. It wasn’t very narrow in the middle, and it flared out at both ends. Having played with the devices as she put batteries inside, she knew it was a very powerful vibrator.

Jonas slipped the remote into one of the many pockets on his cargo shorts. Then he took her arm and escorted her downstairs. She still wore the white, sleeveless sundress, though she had wanted to change. The stiff material that fit tightly over her breasts was supposed to provide support. Due to their interlude on the balcony, it had lost its shape. Now the bust line was a little wrinkled and kept inching downward. Unless she kept a close eye on the dress, her breasts were likely to make an unscheduled appearance.

They went to Hades’s Palace for dinner. During the short walk, she let go of his hand to hike up the fabric three times.

“Leave it be.” Jonas said after the third time.

“I should have changed.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. I like you in that dress. White is particularly becoming on you. If it falls in front and your luscious breasts fall out, I’ll either put them back in or leave them out. It depends on what I want.”

A small shiver ran through her body, and some of her cream wet the dormant vibrator resting against her intimate tissues. Nothing turned her on more than when he stripped away her choices. While being naked in front of other people didn’t affect her the way it affected him, she had to admit she did like to see appreciative and longing looks cast in her direction.

However, when they were in a scene in public, she focused exclusively on him. When Jonas looked at her with that tawny color to his eyes, nobody else existed.

And so she pressed her free arm firmly to her side, hoping it would be enough to hold up her top.

Hades’s Palace wasn’t quite what Sabrina had expected. Surrounded by Persephone’s Garden on all sides, it rose from the center of the sculpted garden, a huge, obsidian structure glittering in the waning sunlight. The place looked dark and foreboding, imposing yet inviting. The very architecture embodied sin and decadence.

The inside was filled with shops and restaurants, each oriented toward a particular kink. In the center, the ceiling rose five stories to the top of the palace where it terminated in brilliantly colored mosaics that cast countless hues everywhere. The beauty of it stole Sabrina’s breath.

“Jonas, it’s incredible. The pictures in the brochure didn’t do it justice.”

He finished his slow perusal of the place. “Nope. They didn’t. We’re at Demeter’s tonight. I’m looking forward to seeing what the Goddess has for us.”

A man in a brightly colored shirt and khaki shorts came toward them, his arms spread in a welcoming gesture. “I’m Chad. Welcome to Hades’s Palace. Do you need some help?”

Jonas shook Chad’s hand. “We have reservations at Demeter’s, but I’m wondering what else goes on here.”

Chad gestured to the atrium positioned above them. “This is the shopping district. You’ll find stores that specialize in nearly every kind of kink, as well as regular shopping. We have a pharmacy right next to the doctor’s office.” Then he turned to indicate an archway to the left. “Through there are the private apartments of some of the senior staff. The dining rooms are to your right, and the south side of the palace, as well as the nearby parts of Persephone’s Garden, are dedicated to sex. You’ll find private and public rooms dedicated to pretty much anything you can think up. If you like, you can arrange a private room set up however you want.”

The sheer size and decadence of the palace impressed Sabrina. Hades’s Palace was on par with luxury resorts the world over. It had everything she could imagine, and it was only one part of the tropical island.

Jonas grinned when Chad mentioned sex. It was a wily look, laden with unspoken intentions that made Sabrina’s stomach twist into anticipatory knots. The device trapped between her legs under the chastity belt hummed to life. The jolt combined with her reaction to his smile, and only Jonas’s arm around her waist kept her knees from buckling.

Chad provided clear directions, and they found Demeter’s without incident. The room was decked out in an ancient Grecian decor, complete with marble columns and long, low tables that featured animal legs to hold them up. She and Jonas shared a surprisingly comfortable stone bench perched on four lion’s legs. The fine workmanship showed the fur and claws in startling, if stony, detail.

Sabrina rocked back and forth on her seat, trying to move the vibrator a little to the left in the hopes it would hit a spot a little better. In all the years they’d been together, she’d never successfully masturbated unless she was still sore from a scene or a rough interlude.