Chapter Eight

Violet

Dexter’s cabana, Moonstone Beach…

Still miffed at having to ride the goddamn marble statue through two climaxes, Violet ignored Dexter’s offer of a nightcap when they returned to the cabana much later. Instead, she immediately stomped to their room.

“I hope you know you’re sleeping on the fucking sofa tonight,” she spat over her shoulder.

His low chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh as she slammed the door behind her.

“Fucking asshat Dom!” Flinging off the robe he had given her to wear after the punishment, she walked into the bathroom. The need to wash away the embarrassment of perching atop Zeus’ thumb and throne was rife inside her.

Perhaps next time, you will listen to his warnings and not blatantly disrespect him in public.

“Fuck off,” she sneered at her inner voice. How the hell was she supposed to know that the statue wasn’t designed that way purely to keep subs under control? “But no… he had to prove me wrong!”

In the sanctuary of the shower, Violet leaned back against the cool, damp stone. A shiver shimmied through her as the warm water trailed paths down her body, like a lover’s tender caress, kissing every inch of her skin. The water danced and shimmered like liquid silk under the soft glow of the bathroom lights in a stark contrast to the rough, earthy texture of the sandstone wall behind her.

“Oh Lord, I could stay here forever,” she moaned as the warm water became a sensual balm on her tired muscles. Contrary to believing her pussy and clit would be swollen and raw for weeks to come, the gel had done the miracle Dexter had predicted. There wasn’t even a pinch of discomfort left from riding Zeus through probably a hundred climaxes!

The luxurious cabana had been a welcome surprise, with its king-sized bed draped in white netting, the posh furniture, and the breathtaking view of the ocean from the patio. The bathroom was a marvel itself. Hewn into the rocky hillside it was all rustic marble tiles and gleaming surfaces. The shower was a refuge, a place to wash away the world and simply be. It was a city girl’s dream, tucked away in a tropical paradise.

Violet wasn’t startled when the shower door opened; she’d been expecting him since he had made it clear he wanted a turn at her pussy. She peered at him through the downpour. Her breath hitched at the sight of Dexter. His hair was tousled and wild, giving him a wild, untamed look as the water danced off his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. He was magnificently naked, and his body was a testament to masculinity, from the dark-blond hair dusting his chest to the rippling muscles of his stomach. Her gaze trailed lower, and she swallowed hard.

“Does it ever go flaccid?” she asked with raised eyebrows, reverting to sass to cling to a little of her equilibrium, which was fading fast. As this was the first time that she had seen him naked, she gawked helplessly. To her irritation, her clit started to throb demandingly. His cock was hard, jutting upward, and invited an answering tingle between her legs.

Dexter stepped into the shower with his eyes locked onto hers. His intense gaze held her captive.

“Knowing you were naked in here? Of course, I’d be aroused,” he murmured in a low rumble that she felt more than heard. “You have no idea what you do to my testosterone, little one.”

Violet couldn’t move, nor could she speak. She was caught in his gaze and held captive by the raw hunger she saw there. He was different from men she had dated in the past, yet the same. As far as being a dominant was concerned, he was much more powerful than she was comfortable with. She had always chosen the Doms she scened with very carefully. Ones who she could control with clever manipulation. Then why did his being so different thrill her so much? Did she secretly enjoy being so powerfully dominated?

Violet had shied away from love since her career came first, and she had no desire to give it up for wedded bliss. So, why did the thought of being with this particular man not make her scream in terror and tear down the beach back to freedom?

“Any special requests, Spitfire? Scrubbing your back, giving you a massage?” His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder, as he trailed a finger down her cheek.

“A kiss.” Violet leaned into his touch as she cooed in a husky lilt. “I want a kiss.”

“Now, that’s the kind of request that a man like me loves to receive,” he murmured against her lips before capturing them in a feral kiss.

Violet trembled as the raw hunger in his kiss ignited a fire within her. With a growl rumbling in his chest, he pulled her close.

“Hmm,” Violet moaned and trembled at the raw, primal sound as his lips moved against hers. Blood coursed through her veins as her skin bloomed under his touch.

“Keep still, Spitfire. If I want you to move, I’ll tell you to,” he growled against her lips, immediately curbing the way she canted her hips against him to get closer, chasing the friction her hungry clit demanded. His dark warning to obey sent a shiver down her spine.

“That’s better,” Dexter purred as his lips trailed over her shoulder, nibbling on the soft skin of her throat.

Violet shivered, her loins clenching at the memory of those same lips on her pussy aboard the GoldenEye Airbus.

She was overwhelmed by how badly she wanted him to take her, to command her. The need to have him inside her, taking her as roughly as he had on the plane, took over every coherent thought. Her nails cut into his shoulders as she silently sent the message, the demand for him to take her. He blithely ignored the pain she was causing. Instead, he rubbed his hard length up and down against her swollen nub. Violet shivered when his lips trailed over her chin to nibble on her lower lip.

“So, you only want a kiss?” he queried with his lips tracing the shell of her ear. That he offered her the power to decide what happened next made Violet feel heady. However, she didn’t want it. She wanted him to be the one in charge and was overwhelmed by how badly she needed him to just take her, to compel her to follow his every command.

“You know what I need. You’ve known from the first time our eyes met,” she murmured in a whisper that cracked with need.

“Maybe I do, but I still want to hear you say it.” His lips nibbled on her earlobe, sending a spark of lust so profound, she shuddered in response.

“Then do it,” she demanded. “Fuck me, Master D. Now! Ahh, gaawd!” she screamed as he slammed into her before the last word left her lips. The force of his thrusts was so hard, her feet dangled in the air as he lifted her clear off the floor.

“Holy shit!” She gasped for breath as she clutched at his shoulders. He was buried balls deep inside her, and with his size, she expected pain, yet there was none, only a fullness that consumed her entirely.

“Well, Spitfire? Shall I continue?” Dexter’s voice darkened as his eyes seared into hers. “Before you answer, know this. You’ll be fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before… even compared to Zeus.”

Violet moaned as the dark promise in his voice invited the wild woman inside her to come out to play. The restrained strength in the silent power of his body pressing against hers promised a rough, uncontrolled ride. And she wanted it—she wanted it badly.

“And that’s a problem, why exactly?” she demanded in a sassy drawl as her body already moved in time with his as her hips bucked against him when he began to move. Slow, deep thrusts that were the complete opposite of what he had promised. Her body wept for more. She drowned in his intimate gaze, watching her intently. Violet felt herself suffocating in the raw passion that consumed them.

Throwing caution to the wind, she forgot his warning as she bucked and thrashed with every thrust. Still, he didn’t offer her the wildness, the rough possession that she was after.

“Please, Master D,” she begged in a raw, husky voice. She was desperate for something—that final push that would send her soaring over the edge.

“It seems obedience isn’t one of your fortes, Spitfire,” Dexter growled when she kept thrashing against him. Hooking her left knee over his arm, he effectively stilled her movements as well as spreading her pussy wide open to his pounding cock.

“Ohh!” Violet cried out as he stretched her leg even further up and pressed her back against the rough surface of the wall. It bit into her skin, but the contrast only heightened the pleasure that coursed through her.

With every thrust into her tight sheath, and his satiny hardness teasing that special spot, suffused her lower body with euphoria. A prickling sensation started low in her back as goosebumps raced across her skin.

“Holy shit!” she cried out. Her eyes flashed with lust as she bucked and thrashed wildly on his cock. She screamed as the climax rippled through her loins, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

“Oh, no,” Dexter drawled when she slumped against the wall. “You’re not done, my pet. Not by a long shot. Give me more.” Dexter's thrusts became wilder, more powerful. He drew climax after climax from her, pushing her to the edge and beyond.

“Oh, sweet fuck, I can’t… No more, please.” Violet whimpered as her body drew taut. She was running ragged as he pushed her body to its limits until she finally crumbled under the sensations that swamped her, and she shuddered in the throes of yet another orgasm.

“Now that’s a good little subbie,” Dexter praised as he pulled back and continued pounding her in a frenzy of powerful thrusts. He gave over to the lust driving his body as he let go of the stellar control he’d maintained throughout. “Fuck, yes!” With a carnal roar, he ejaculated hot cum into the heated depths of her pussy as his body shuddered with the force of his own release.

“Good God…” Violet quivered through another climax at the same time, then, finally, she was incapable of moving. “Where do you get the stamina from?” She crumbled under the wondrous sensations that swamped her brain as her body turned limp and sated.

“You’re the elixir that sparks my lust, my little dove,” Dexter crooned as he tenderly washed and dried her, then picked her up and carried her to bed.

“Hmm,” Violet moaned as she snuggled into the pillows.

Who would’ve guessed that the opening flight of a BDSM club would offer so much excitement and… opportunities? A hot Dom at her beck and call, and pleasure and bliss all rolled into one. Not to mention that she had managed to do what her family expected. She had bagged the mighty Dexter Flint.

Or did she? Violet wasn’t gullible enough to believe she had any real power outside of a sexual power exchange over Dexter. He was too self-confident and intelligent to fall for such a ploy.

More so… she wasn’t so sure she wanted to involve him anymore. Not after what they had just shared.

“Go to sleep, little one.” Dexter’s voice came as if from afar as her mind blissfully emptied, and she drifted off to sleep, incognizant of his hands tenderly massaging her legs.