"Now, for your question. Believe it or not, Uncle LeRoy recognized something in me just before I graduated. A kindred spirit you might say."

"Really? LeRoy?" Bethany tried to wrap her mind around the idea of slender, soft-spoken LeRoy Willis, pharmacist extraordinaire, being a Dom. He always had a ready smile for Bethany when she went into his store. He was one of the nicest men she knew.

He nodded. "Yep. I remember it like yesterday. I was all hot and bothered by Jenny Nichols you remember her?"

She nodded. "Yeah, you took her to prom, despite her being the high school tease of nighty-eight. Her antics of winding up a guy and then walking away - giving guys an unrelieved case of blue b.a.l.l.s were legendary. Even two years behind you, I heard my friends talking about the poor saps that landed in her clutches. I think nearly every guy in your cla.s.s tried at least once."

He chuckled. "Yep, that was her. Anyway, someone must've told my uncle about my taking her to prom. I thought I would be the one to get her cherry after all, we had been dating off and on for nearly six months. At the dance, she came on strong, promising me a taste of heaven. Of course, she didn't deliver. Instead, she pulled her usual tricks I didn't get past second base. By the time I made it home, I was so h.o.r.n.y and p.i.s.sed off that I wanted to tie her a.s.s to the closest tree, and give her a taste of her own medicine."

She chuckled. "I'm sure you're not the only guy who wanted to do that."

He shook his head. "Probably not. But lucky for me my uncle was visiting. He took one look at me, asked my mom to give us a minute. Then he waited me out. Just sat with me at my momma's kitchen table and waited, until I finally started talking. After I gave him the whole horrid tale about how for several split seconds I wanted to bend Jenny over my knee and teach her a lesson about being a p.r.i.c.k tease, he asked if I had ever felt that way before the need to show a lover who was in charge."

"And let me guess, you had?"

He nodded. "Yeah. My ultimate jack off fantasy was of...taking a certain blonde in hand and showing her why wearing short-shorts to the county fair would only end up with her over my knee."

She flushed as she remembered the a.s.s-chewing he'd given the sixteen year old Bethany.

"That's when he explained that while my urges weren't unnatural, but until I came of age, I needed to keep them under control he didn't want me to end up on the wrong side of a trumped-up s.e.x charge. But if I still felt the same way after graduation, at that time I needed to come to him, and he would teach me how to channel those needs."

She rubbed her thumb over his hand. "So he trained you?"

He nodded. "After nearly six months of discussions. He wanted to make sure I knew myself before I ever set foot inside a club. Even after that he spent nearly a year beating the tenets of Safe, Sane, and Consensual into my thick head. He taught me the basic ties - how to throw a single tail, and more importantly, how vitally important it was to read a submissive. She is giving you the ultimate gift by placing herself in your hands. And like any gift it should be treasured, not abused. Then just before my twenty-first birthday, he took me to Cattail."

"And got you your first submissive?"

He shook his head. "h.e.l.l, no. He gave me to a seasoned Mistress. Mistress Jasmin. Told me that any Dom worth his salt won't ask something of his sub that he himself hasn't experienced."

Shock roared through her. She couldn't ever imagine Deacon giving over to anyone. He was such a man's man so in control. "You submitted to a woman? Let her use a flogger on you? Tie you up?"

He pulled his hand free. "Like I told you before. I will never ask of you something I haven't tried myself. I know how hard to hit, because I've felt the sting of a flogger against my back. I know how hemp chafes if you struggle against it during a scene, which is why I prefer fleece-lined leather cuffs. I also know how liberating sub-s.p.a.ce can be, because the Domme who trained me sent me there with an ease I still envy. Even so despite those experiences, I prefer the dominant role."

She gaped at him. "But...I thought Doms didn't do that."

He shrugged. "Some don't some do. It's a personal choice. Have I submitted since? No. Will I ever again in the future? Probably not. However, it did give me perspective, a view of reality the Doms who have never submitted, don't have. It also increased my desire to be the one providing the unique release sub-s.p.a.ce gives a submissive."

"Oh..." She didn't know exactly what to say about what he'd revealed. Her brain whirled, as she tried to correlate the Dom who'd rocked her world several times this weekend, had once been in her position. It just boggled the mind. A fact he seemed to realize.

"I'm still the same man who dominated you, Bethany." Deacon seemed a bit guarded his body language not as open as it had been in the beginning. "You just now have a glimpse into what makes me tick and how I got that way. Does it make me less of a Dom in your eyes?"

Her heart melted inside her chest as she free-fell into love. Hook, line and sinker, she belonged to a man who didn't do permanent, but still somehow managed to give her exactly what she needed. There was no way she'd be able to return to their previous relationship when they went home. She slowly shook her head. "No, it makes you the perfect Dom for me."

Relief filled his eyes, and he visibly relaxed. "Good, then how about we go on our tour, and we can discuss soft and hard limits between caves."

"Sounds good." She couldn't resist reaching out to stroke his bristled cheek. "As long as you promise to feed me before tying me to the bed again."

He chuckled. "I'll make sure you have enough energy to come at least a dozen times when I take you back to bed."

Chapter Nine.

"So you like the idea of being watched, but it makes you nervous?" Deacon grabbed the rope handrail as he followed Bethany up the increasingly steep trail. Throughout the tour, chat time had been limited, but somehow he'd managed to sneak in several brief five-minute snippets of conversation. He already found out that she was curious about sensation play a favorite of his, along with the idea of being bound for his pleasure. Now, however, he was trying to determine if he would be able to play at the club with her. It'd been too long since he'd shown his ugly mug at Cattails. But first, he had to make sure Bethany could handle a little bit of exhibitionism.

"Yeah." She paused half way up the trail to take a swig out of her water bottle, the headphones the tour had provided dangling around her neck. Ahead of them near the top of it, the rest of their group oohed and ahhed over the hanging stalact.i.tes as their guide rambled on about their formation. Recapping the bottle, she shrugged. "I mean, what if it was someone I knew, like your uncle? How would I be able to look him in the eye when I pick up my birth control knowing that he's seen me naked and moaning?"

Deacon could understand her concern, even though it was pointless. His uncle would never embarra.s.s a person in that way. What happened at the club - stayed at the club period. "I don't think you'd have to worry about that. You'll find out in time that nearly every one at Cattail's values their privacy. In fact, even if they were tempted, there's a confidentiality clause that would mean permanent sanctions against them if a member disregards it."

"You mean you'd be comfortable walking into your uncle's pharmacy to pick up box of condoms, knowing your uncle watched you dominate me the night before?" She seemed a bit baffled by the idea.

"Of course." He gave her a smile. "I'm a grown man, little one. I have needs that I'm not ashamed of and if I didn't come in for condoms, I'd end up getting the mother of all lectures from LeRoy about risking my health, the next time I showed up at Mom's for Sunday dinner."

She shook her head as if she couldn't believe him. "I'm sorry, but I just can't. I mean it makes me hot thinking about others are watching, but it would have to be complete strangers someone I'd have to never face later."

"So I'll label it as one of your soft limits." He placed his hand on her arm. "It's not the end of the world for me if I don't end up sharing your submission with like-minded people. However, I think in time, with a bit of patience you may change your mind."

She arched a brow at him. "You think?"

He nodded. "Yep. Once you're comfortable enough to own your submission, I think you'll find that you're willing to do many things you didn't think you could."

She looked away and fiddled with her bottle. "I don't know if I'll ever be that comfortable, Deacon."

Hating the look of unease on her face, he invaded her s.p.a.ce and drew her up against him with one arm around her waist. He nuzzled the top of her head as she burrowed closer. "It's new, little one. Trust me to show you the way."

He more felt her nod against his chest than actually saw her agreement. But it was something he could work on. If he had his way, his beautiful Bethany would become confident in her role as his submissive and keep him on his toes. The only question was, would she find her courage before they left the island, or after they arrived back at home.

They stood like that for a few minutes, until the sounds of another group coming up the trail shattered the moment. He glanced up the trail and realized their group had moved on.

s.h.i.t. Falling behind again.

He gave her one last squeeze before releasing her. "Come on, brat before the evil guide lectures us again about holding up the group."

She gave a giggle. "Hey, you're the one who wants to lollygag."

He gave a mock growl and playfully lunged at her, swatting her bottom in the process. "Move it, woman."

Bethany sighed in contentment at her empty plate. After the tour, Deacon had stopped on their way back at a small family style restaurante. The grilled shrimp and vegetable kabob had been delicious, and Deacon seemed to have enjoyed his steak. During their meal, he'd continued their discussion about limits and kinks. Surprisingly, he hadn't batted an eye at her need to push, to have her Dom master her. Nor had he belittled her desire to try harder impact play a need that had become an all-consuming pa.s.sion after her first punishment. It'd hurt like h.e.l.l but the o.r.g.a.s.m afterward had been unlike any she'd ever experienced. Although her cheeks had flushed several times when their waitress had come to check on them, interrupting their conversation. Luckily, however, with a small bribe Deacon had managed to get them a table in the corner, well away from the other diners.

"You know, it's pretty rare to find a submissive whose needs matches up with my mine as a Dom." Deacon toyed with the fork next to his plate. "Perhaps I should paddle your bottom though - for hiding it from me all this time."

She arched a brow at him. "Dude, I work for you. Think of the rumors it would cause if I'd dropped to my knees in front of you at the bar. Sorry, not going to open myself up for that kind of humiliation. The guys would never let me live it down, nor would they ever respect me again. Sorry, but that side of me stays out of the bar. You'll just have to settle for my off hours."

His eyes narrowed. "So you're saying that once we return..."

s.h.i.t! She mentally cursed her slip. She meant to hold strong, to keep him on his toes, and at least make him work for what he wanted her continuing as his submissive once they returned home. "I didn't say anything about when vacation was over, Deacon just about what I won't do. My professional role is completely separate from my submissive side. It has to be."

"But you're not denying that we will continue when we return to Littleton, are you?" He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

She shifted uneasily in her seat. The d.a.m.n man had eyes like a hawk and selective hearing. "As usual, you're only hearing what you want to hear. Besides I still have four days to decide if I want to continue our little experiment when we return home." She nibbled on her lower lip, and threw out an ultimatum she just knew to the depths of her soul that he wouldn't be able to resist. "The s.e.x is great, but even as new as I am; even I realize that's not all it takes to make this kind of relationship work. Guess you'll have to try some more."

A predatory look entered his gaze and sent a chill of antic.i.p.ation down her spine, especially when the dominant sneer he only wore during scenes accompanied it. "Bad move, little one. A good subbie should know better than to challenge her Dom. It's a good way to end up on her knees with an a.n.a.l plug shoved up her a.s.s."

Her bottom clenched at his words and l.u.s.t settled in the pit of her stomach, but she forced herself to keep up the flippant att.i.tude. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Yes, we will." He slowly uncrossed his arms to reach into his back pocket for his wallet. Bethany couldn't help but drool over the shift of muscles under his tight t-shirt, as he threw down some money on the table. It didn't take much to imagine those strong arms holding her down while he f.u.c.ked her through the bed.

"Let's go."

The command in his tone sent more shivers down her spine, and she glanced up to see the dominant shining from Deacon's gaze. Gone was the friend who'd been discussing limits and answering her questions. In his place was the self-a.s.sured Dom who'd already rocked her world a few times. Self-a.s.sured and confident in his abilities to make her lose control, his dominant side had her dripping wet and tingling with the need to push.

Keeping their visual connection, she slowly pushed back from the table and stood. G.o.d she wanted to play. Enough of this talking bulls.h.i.t.

As he followed Bethany's swaying a.s.s outside, Deacon barely hung onto the leash holding his s.e.x drive in check. He'd been half-hard most the day what man wouldn't be when talking about s.e.x with his sub but he'd gone rock hard when the little s.h.i.t had challenged him. Didn't she realize the can of worms she opened up by doing that? To imply he hadn't swayed her mind yet, but he could still try, was ludicrous. He knew her better than she probably realized. She'd made up her mind earlier today from the moment she claimed that he was the perfect Dom for her. To deny it now, just made him want to rea.s.sert his dominance something he'd come perilously close to doing in the restaurant.

When she challenged me.

He caught up with her just before she got to the car. Pinning her to side of it with an arm on either side of her, wasn't hard, but definitely surprised her, if her stiffening back were anything to go by.

"Sir?" She looked over her shoulder at him, the rest of her body absolutely still as if she recognized the danger she was in. Very clever girl he mused, as he leaned in far enough to nuzzle her ear. To anyone watching they would a.s.sume that he was merely being affectionate with his girl.

"Unhook your bra." He brushed his whiskers over the column of her throat. He raked his teeth over the skin when she froze. "Do it no one is going to see you."

She moaned softly but obeyed, and the hand that had been clenching the roof the car, slipping under the edge of her polo. It only took a second, but from his vantage point, he could clearly see when she released the front hook.

"Pull the cups aside. I want to see those tight nipples through your shirt."

"Yes, Sir." Her words were breathy when he lightly nipped where her shoulder met her neck.

He growled softly and let one hand leave the roof of the car. He used it to slip under her shirt. Resting it on her tummy, he pulled her back against him, settling his erection against the swell of her a.s.s. The maneuver also allowed him a better look down the V-neck of her shirt. He could see the inner curves of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s along with a hint of nipple as she freed one, then the other breast. It made him want to tongue the little buds through her shirt. But he had a plan one that he was sure would have her begging by the time they returned to the bungalow. With great reluctance, he released her.

"Get in the car, but don't put your seatbelt on."

Once she settled into her seat, he carefully shut the door, knowing that his groin was eye level with her. He hoped she liked what she saw, because as soon as he got them home, she was going to get a mouth full. He'd waited long enough to feel her mouth on his c.o.c.k. Praying his control was what he thought it was, he slipped around to the driver's side and slid in. He turned in his seat, taking in her flushed cheeks and the hard peaks showing through her top. "Give me your bra."

She opened her mouth as if to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. "Don't. Just do it. Every woman alive knows how to take their bra off without flashing anyone."

She nodded and with some careful maneuvering that nearly drove him crazy, she tugged her bra free of her sleeve. She handed him the peach colored lace he'd picked out for her this morning. Taking it, he folded it half and shoved it into his pocket. Then he turned to start the car. Next to him, he could feel her eyes on him.

"Seat belt." He reminded her after securing his own belt. She remained silent as he pulled out of the parking lot. He could almost feel her confusion, but to his surprise she remained silent. A silence he wasn't going to fill until he was good and ready. Driving smoothly, he let five, then ten, then almost twenty minutes pa.s.s, while keeping an eye on her out of the corner of her eye with nothing more than a 'drop them' when she tried to cover her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with her arms.

Finally she snapped. "Is there a reason for this?"

"Other than the fact, I told you to?" He kept his eyes on the road.

She shifted in her seat. "Yeah. Is this some kind of power trip for you?"

He took the curve a bit faster than expected, catching the movement of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out of the corner of his eye. He loved the jiggle. "Submission is the ultimate power exchange, Bethany." He reached up, opened the sunroof as he speed up, and got to highway traveling speeds knowing her little nipples wouldn't stand a chance against the warm air teasing them. He smothered his grin as they beaded harder against the thin material. She squirmed.

"Can you shut that, Sir?"

"Why?" He glanced over at her. "Surely it's not because you're cold?"

She mumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like "not a chance in h.e.l.l," but he let it go.

"Personally I think it's because you're h.o.r.n.y and the rushing air is teasing those nipples unbearably."

She fell silent. Not that silence would save her as she would soon find out. The rest of the drive his little sub remained quiet other than an occasional squirm. Unable to resist any longer, he took one hand off the wheel and tweaked her nearest nipple.

"Sir!" She tried to brush his hand away. Tightening his fingers, he refused to let go. He squeezed until her hand fell away.

"That's better." He praised, as she went limp against the seat, and softened his touch. "I will play with my nipples as much as I want and what will you do?"

He caught her eye for a second. Her a flush crept up her chest. "Take it, Sir?"

"That's right, and if you come before we get to the bungalow, it will be the last o.r.g.a.s.m you'll have until tomorrow. Do you understand?" He squeezed once more to accent his question.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He kept his eyes on the road, while mentally gauging how far he could push her without shoving her over. He'd have to take it easy his little sub hadn't learned control yet. But he'd work on it, he promised himself as the car ate up the miles.

As soon as we get back to the room.

Chapter Ten.

If waking to find your Dom already buried deep inside you was the result of a direct challenge of his prowess, Bethany would've done it sooner if she hadn't been so pleasantly distracted by the o.r.g.a.s.m crashing over her.

"Sir!" She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him, but after nearly four days of non-stop s.e.x and domination, her poor body was worn out to the point she didn't even have the energy to struggle to lift her limbs off the bed forget even pulling against the restraints tying her arms to either side of the bed.

"That's it. Come all over me." Hovering over her, his lips bruised from her kisses and more than stubble on his jaw, he held her gaze while he ground his pelvis against her c.l.i.t.

She sobbed, her thighs trembling as one o.r.g.a.s.m faded while another chased it. She couldn't...

"Don't fight it." He pinched one of her nipples.