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  He tugged her closer into his solid wall of muscle. A small smile played on his lips at her sharp intake of breath when the move brought her clit in direct contact with the broad tip of his cock. It nudged at her through the thin fabric of both their clothing.

  “You don’t want me to stop.”

  The growl in her ear, combined with another sharp pinch to her other nipple sent her breathing into erratic overdrive as one large hand cupped her wet folds. Heaven help her, a stab of pure lust made her knees tremble. His low chuckle had to be the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. His stubble grazed her neck as he suckled on her skin and sank his teeth into her flesh at just the right side of pleasuring pain.

  He took her moan into his mouth, and his tongue dueled with hers, before he nipped at her bottom lip hard enough for her to taste her own blood. Startled, she tried to pull away from him. His iron grip wouldn’t let her, however, and his predatory smile held her captive. “I can smell your pussy, and I’m going to taste you until you scream for my cock to fill you, deep and hard, right here.”

  Astrid gasped at the sudden rip of her dress, and cool air hit her naked flesh. Rashid thrust one finger into her juices before inserting that digit right into her anus, pulling her closer still. The shock of the unexpected invasion made her sink her teeth into her lips to stop herself from moaning. “No, please, Rashid.”

  Another finger thrust deep, and lifted her up on her tiptoes until her hands had to grab his shoulders for support.

  “That’s no, my lord.”

  At the shake of her head, a third finger stretched her further, and she couldn’t help the startled sob he caught in his mouth in a bruising kiss.

  “Yield to me, my bad, bad girl, or your punishment will be worse.”

  Oh. My. God. He couldn’t mean that, surely. But what did she know about this dark stranger? Nothing but her body’s complete arousal in his presence. Even now, hovering between the pain and pleasure his relentless fingers up her ass were giving her, she wanted his cock inside her so badly she could scream. What is wrong with me?

  His gaze locked with hers, his breathing harsh, his pupils so dilated his eyes were almost black. He pushed deeper into her, the pain bringing tears to her eyes as he almost lifted her off the floor entirely. “Yield to me, my pretty, now! Trust me.”

  Astrid couldn’t resist. Something in that dark gaze pulled her right into his barely controlled power. “Yes, my lord.”

  The brilliant smile took her breath away, and she winced as his fingers slowly and carefully withdrew.

  “Good girl. Now shut your eyes.”

  “Why?” She couldn’t help but utter the question, even though her insides churned at the thought of his displeasure.

  Sure enough, he growled in answer, the sound so low and animalistic that every feminine cell in her body just melted, until she had to fight the urge to sink to her knees in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, moved to stand behind her, and then slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp. Gooseflesh broke out over her exposed skin when he tugged her head back on his shoulder and she saw his sinful grin. Astrid’s breath stalled in her lungs at the first of several more openhanded swats to her behind. They left her butt on fire. Heat traveled over her skin and sent her arousal up another notch. Surely being spanked like this should not turn her on even more, and make her wish he would bend her over his knee and do the job properly? By the time he’d delivered that last stinging swat, she gasped her answer.

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “That’s better, my pretty.” She could hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the butterfly kisses on her shoulder blades as he circled her. The swish of cool silk over her sensitive tummy made her pull in the muscles there in anticipation. The silk moved higher, a bare whisper across her engorged breasts, before it settled over her eyes. His warm hand grasped hers and lifted her arm high as another slow, tantalizing swish of silk slid up her body before he tied it around her wrist, and secured her arm high above her head. The tickle of yet more silk started on the inside of her thigh this time, and brushed across her clit repeatedly. It caused more of her juices to moisten her already wet pussy lips, and beads of perspiration broke out on her skin. Astrid could smell her own arousal in the air, mixed with the unique scent of the man breathing into her ear. His sharp intake of breath told her he was as affected as she was. The whispered Arabic words breathed against her flesh sent shivers of awareness down her spine. Rashid lifted her other arm so high, she had to once again stand on tiptoes.

  “My lord?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but she needed some reassurance right now.

  “Shhh, trust me.” His deep voice soothed the flutters of unease in her tummy. “I won’t hurt you any more than you’ll need me to. If it truly gets too much, your safe word is Sahara, understood? You do know what a safe word is, right?”

  Astrid nodded, unable to speak at that moment, and he laughed. It seemed almost menacing, and her clit clenched anew at the dark sound.

  “Good girl. I should warn you, however. If you cry red without really needing to, I’ll know, and you will not enjoy that punishment. Are we clear?”

  Astrid nodded and gasped when he yanked her head back by her hair with enough force for her scalp to sting.

  “I need to hear you say the words, my pretty, or this all stops now.”

  She blinked back tears and had to clear her throat several times to get her voice to work.

  “Yes, my lord, we’re clear.”

  Rashid murmured something in his mother tongue, and released a long drawn out breath, as though he’d stopped breathing in wait for her answer. The thought that he cared this much, the knowledge of how important this seemed to him, gave her a warm glow inside. She couldn’t even begin to explain that bubble of happiness bursting inside of her at his obvious approval. Astrid had never thought of herself as submissive before, but right here, right now, the world narrowed to just the two of them, and it seemed terribly important to her to please him.

  Rashid withdrew, and the air moved next to her. The rustle of clothes behind her sent adrenaline swamping through her system. Was he undressing? Would he finally fuck her like she wanted him to? A feather light caress on her ass made her try to arch into it, but it was gone before she achieved her desire. Another touch on her breasts and this time she moved forward, but again it was gone before she could prolong the contact. Her groan of frustration was met by a low chuckle as one hand finally closed around her breast. His calloused digits kneaded her flesh softly, before he replaced the hand with his hot mouth. Her whole body jerked at his tongue laved the erect bud, and he grazed his teeth over the sensitive peaks. Every pull send another stab of lust to her core, and she rubbed her thighs together in a vain attempt to soothe the ache. She yanked at the restraints, and the silk sank deeper into her wrists.

  “Rashid, please…” She whimpered the words, and Astrid strained against the soft silk binding her wrists.

  The slap on her ass stung and brought tears to her eyes, not at the pain, but the loss of his mouth on her aching flesh. “I’m sorry, my lord. Please, please … I need you.”

  She moaned in relief when his mouth resumed its erotic exploration of her body. He took his time and caressed every inch of her skin with his lips, teeth, tongue, and finally nimble fingers until she was one boneless bag of need, and grateful for the silken bonds that held her up. Astrid didn’t recognize this wanton woman, who pleaded with him to take, to touch her clit and fuck her. To use her as he saw fit. To please, please do something.

  “Soon, my pretty, soon.”

  Oh thank God, finally. She was going to come the minute he touched her. The throbbing in her bud turned painful as his hands grabbed her thighs firmly, and spread her wider, until her feet lifted off the floor completely. She hung there for a moment with the silk shackles holding her up. The pain in her arms added to her arousal, and his hot breath on her clit almost sent her over the edge. When he lifted her legs on his shoulders, supporting her
weight, his mouth finally closed on the engorged bud between her legs. His gentle suckles sent her hurtling over the edge, and her scream of completion echoed in her ears.

  “That’s my girl. Scream for me, my pretty. I want to see you gush for me, so that I can lap up your cream.”

  The dirty words grumbled into her sensitized flesh kicked her arousal up again, and he took every last one of her spasms. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, while he tunneled his tongue in and out of her desperately clenching pussy hole. He licked her slit to clit and back again, and then ran a path of heated arousal up to her anus. Astrid yanked on her restraints at the invasion of his tongue into her nether hole, and she shook her head from side to side.

  “No, please, I can’t … too much … it’s … oh, yes, yes.”

  Astrid flew again and again, utterly helpless to resist his talented tongue and fingers. Her earlier orgasms faded into nothingness under his grumbled demands into her pussy.

  “Again, my pretty. One last time. Come for me.”

  With his fingers fucking her into another mind splintering release, the world spun, and Astrid screamed Rashid’s name until she was hoarse. His hands supported her ass, taking more of the weight off her arms, as he shifted his position, and his mouth collided with hers. She could taste herself mixed in with his own essence, as their tongues mated in brutal intensity, until he broke the kiss. His harsh breath whispered in her ear was the most erotic sound ever. The thick tip of his cock ran along her slit, and anticipation of his invasion of her made her breath come in short pants.

  “What do you want?” Rashid’s voice sounded strained and thick with lust. He held her perfectly still, and she groaned in helpless need. He removed her blindfold with his teeth, and Astrid blinked at the sudden light, mesmerized by the intensity of his desire darkened gaze.

  “Say it, my pretty. I want to hear you beg for it.”

  Female power surged through her at the grunted words. He wanted her to beg, did he? More like he was begging her. Trembles started in his biceps and spread through his body, giving him away. His growl grew deeper at the smile she gave him, his features ever harsher. Rashid held himself still at her entrance, and his fingers dug deep into her butt cheeks. The sweet pain on her abused ass made her bite her lips, and he flashed his teeth at her in the semblance of a smile.

  “Say it, my pretty, yield to me.”

  Dizzy with her own desire and the knowledge that she was the cause of this powerful man between her thighs fighting for control, the dark side of her brain reveled in that power. It urged her to make him wait. She knew she would be punished, craved the pain he was sure to give her, but something in his eyes stopped her. A connection so deep she could not explain. It filled her with warmth and hope at what she glimpsed in his gaze. She locked her legs round his waist, and, her gaze never leaving his, rocked herself forward until the tip of him was inside her. His agonized growl vibrated through every fiber of her being, and his eyes flashed with triumph and relief at her whispered words.

  “I want you to fuck me, my lord.”

  It seemed all the confirmation he needed. Rashid took control and buried himself hilt deep inside her with just one harsh thrust. Astrid screamed at the brutal invasion even as her body sang with pleasure. Rashid stilled to allow her to adjust to his thick shaft, and he groaned when she clamped down on his length.

  “You do that and I won’t last very long, my pretty.”

  Bending his knees he pulled out until only his thick tip stretched her hole, and then slid all the way in again with agonizing slowness that awoke every one of her nerve endings. He kept up the slow drag and slide until he bottomed out completely, and he kissed her. Rather than the harsh kiss she’d been expecting, this was a slow exploration of her mouth, a claim, a brand on her very soul. With his hands digging into her ass cheeks, and his cock pulsing deep inside her, it left Astrid in no doubt as to who owned her right now. It might only be for this moment in time, but she would take his possession, embrace it even, for her stay on this island.

  All conscious thought fled her brain when he started thrusting in earnest. The force of their coupling meant her breasts bounced up and down as though they had a mind of their own, and she tightened her legs around his waist to enable her to meet him thrust for thrust. With her body clamoring for release, his harsh breaths in her ear grounded her, and her eyes flew open at his grunted command.

  “Look at me, my pretty.”

  Gazes locked together they stared at each other, as Rashid seemed to grow bigger still inside of her, and he stilled before roaring his release.

  “Come with me, girl, now.”

  The growled words were all she needed to tumble over the abyss with him. Her pussy grasped his cock in the rhythmic clenches of her climax, and Rashid swore and pumped harder, sending her body into further spasms of delight. She didn’t understand the strained Arabic words, but her soul lapped them up anyway, safe in the knowledge that she’d pleased him.

  “Fuck, yes. You’re mine.” Rashid buried his head in her hair, and stilled as their bodies shook and they waited for their breathing to slow down.

  How long they stayed locked together, Astrid could not determine, but eventually Rashid’s softening cock slipped out of her, and he released her from her silken restraints. Astrid winced as her body protested and her muscles screamed at her, and Rashid swore again.

  “I’m sorry, my pretty. Let me take care of you now.”

  Cocooned by his warmth Astrid was dimly aware of being lowered on a soft surface, and then the sensation of a warm cloth between her legs. Even that slight friction against her over sensitized folds made her moan, and Rashid chuckled, and kissed her.

  “As tempting as that is, you need to rest now. I’ve been hard on you, my pretty. You’ll carry bruises tomorrow, and I should probably apologize for that, but fuck me, if I don’t like seeing my marks on you. Tell me this is okay. Tell me you’re with me.”

  That thought should have terrified her, but she smiled instead, and nodded.

  “I’m yours, my lord.”

  “Good girl, you have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that. Now, relax and let me take care of you. I have plans for tomorrow.”

  Rashid kissed her forehead, and then there was a curious pop and the sensation of cold against her skin. Astrid hissed through her teeth, and then simply gave herself up to Rashid’s large hands massaging away the aches and pains of her body. By the time he turned her over again, having shown her back and ass the same tender affection as he’d shown her front, she was yawning. Rashid’s silent laughter trembled through her, and with his reassuring heartbeat under her ear, she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  Astrid woke up with a start, nestled against Rashid’s hot, firm body. His semi flaccid cock against her butt started the slow burn of arousal in her core, and she grew wet for him, like she always did. Astrid smiled and rolled her eyes at herself.

  I’ve turned into a sex maniac. Who’d have thought it?

  She—strait-laced, conservative school teacher, whose unsatisfying sexual encounters she could count on one hand, even if she included teenage fumbles behind the bike shed—had indulged in some of the hottest sex ever with a man who, even in his sleep, had one arm possessively curled around her breast. She wriggled slightly. His cock’s immediate reaction made her grin even more. The hand on her breast tightened even as his steady breathing told her he was still asleep.

  She had lost all sense of time and space over the last few hours or days, she couldn’t be sure which. Cocooned inside their little oasis, they had explored each other’s bodies in ways she would not have thought to imagine, let alone act out. They only ventured out of their tent to take care of necessities or to bathe in the clear waters. Making love under moonlit skies, they feasted on each other, their mutual desires potent and explosive, each time new and exciting. Her heart constricted painfully at the thought of having to leave this place of her sexual awakening. And
what good had all this done, really? How would any man back in the real world live up to her dream lover’s passions and skills, which had aroused needs she had no idea she had?

  With a sigh of surrender, she turned in his arms. Astrid propped herself up on one elbow to commit his features to memory. To store away every dimple, every whispered command of that gravelly voice, whose deep accent alone had her wet with need in seconds, every time. She leaned forward, and her already achingly aroused nipples scraped across his chest hair. Slightly sore as they were from the nipple clamps he’d used on her last time, the delicious sensation increased the need between her legs to fever pitch. Was spectacular sex addictive, she wondered? Or maybe it was just his command over her that she craved? Astrid had never thought of herself as submissive before, but she couldn’t deny this need deep inside of her to please her lord.

  His dominance was what made the difference, and the way he expected her immediate obedience, in a sexual sense, at least. It left Astrid free to let go, to let her body soar, safe in the knowledge that Rashid would take care of her needs, and push her into trying new things that left her breathless with desire.

  Needing to taste him, she ran her tongue along his jaw and up the side of his face over the scar on top of his eye. She was dying to know more about him, but knew better than to ask. Any attempt at personal conversation had resulted in more and more arousing punishments, which ended up with her usually tied up, and his cock buried in her so deep, she didn’t know where she began and he stopped. Heaven help her, she couldn’t get enough of his dominance. She knew she could trust him to not take this game of theirs too far with a certainty lodged deep inside her heart that she didn’t dare to examine too closely. Only it wasn’t a game to him. She sensed that, too, accepted it without question, and with it came the realization of her own needs. Of the knowledge what had been missing from her life, and she had no idea how to incorporate this into her life back home, or even if she wanted to. No one else was Rashid, after all.