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“Afraid not,” Jeffrey said, his smile more pronounced now, making Corinne’s skin prickle.
“Guess you have better things to do than entertain old friends, eh?”
“A good friend would be willing to share or at least, bring an extra,” the second, more crude man pointed out. “Next time, bring a few more women along so we can all take part in the fun.”
A motor sounded again, and Corinne dared to glance around. Their boat was puttering away, and only after she exhaled, did she realize she’d been holding her breath. “What was all that about, Jeffrey, er Master Jeffrey?” she asked.
“Just a couple of Cajun brothers who live a few camps south of ours. They don’t make it back to the mainland often, so their social graces are lacking. Eyes back on me, Corinne-girl. I am proud of you for following my orders.”
Why did his genuine smile affect her body so much? Corinne asked herself. Her heart tightened when he gave her approval of any kind.
Jeffrey continued instructing her. “While neither of them is particularly dangerous, they aren’t above reaching out and snatching up what they want. People who live this far from civilization have their own code of ethics. They’re used to surviving off the land and making do with what’s available. They can’t run to Winn Dixie to pick up their supplies or attend socials to meet members of the opposite sex. While they would never intentionally harm you, if they found you roaming around alone, they would bring you home with them. Then they would conveniently forget how to find the way back to civilization until you had a few kids to keep you from wanting to leave them.”
Corinne blurted out the first thought to pop in their mind. “How would they decide which of them got to keep me?” She doubted there would be various breakfasts and presents to pick from. She wouldn’t have any say in which brother claimed her.
Jeffrey reached over to lift her chin so their eyes locked. “That’s one of the social niceties they wouldn’t be concerned about. They are used to sharing.”
Bile threatened to fill her throat. “Could we go back to the camp now?” she asked.
“Excellent idea. Don’t fret too much about the brothers, Corinne-girl. You are wearing my collar. They know what that means, even out here. Nobody messes with my property unless they have a death wish. I protect what’s mine.”
His declaration was reassuring, but it brought to mind a new concern. His property? The entire trip back, Corinne wondered who would protect her from Master Jeffrey.
Daddy was waiting at the pier in front of the camp when they returned. Sitting in a chair he’d apparently hauled from the back porch upstairs, he looked down at his watch when Corinne looped a rope around a pole to dock the vessel. When the boat was secured, Todd reached down to pull her to the shore. His eyes searched every part of her body for any sign of injury. The big lug was concerned about her safety, she realized. It didn’t jive with his earlier rejection and confused her.
Eric appeared and tossed Jeffrey a beer. Todd reached into an ice chest near his watching post and pulled out an ice-cold bottle of water for Corinne, encouraging her to drink. The gesture melted some of her resentment. She reached up on her tippy-toes to give him a kiss on the lips. Daddy’s fingers started playing with the collar on her neck, and she noticed displeasure play across his rugged face.
“Give us a hand lifting this ice chest,” Jeffrey called out. Daddy dropped his hands and placed a chaste kiss on Corinne’s cheek before going toward the boat.
How the hell was she supposed to handle the rest of her stay here? Yesterday she only had eyes and ears for her Daddy. The other two men were pesky nuisances trying to thaw the passion growing between her and Todd. But today she found herself drawn to Jeffrey. Her new, dark Master had gained her trust during their fishing getaway. Time with him promised new levels of excitement she could only dream of attempting once they went back home. His conversation assured her he would stay within her limits, while pushing them when possible. How could a woman desire two different men at the same time? The fact that that was exactly what she was doing made her feel dirty, like a fickle whore.
I am just fulfilling a contract, Corinne reminded herself firmly. None of this ridiculous trip was my idea. I’m just a pawn in three depraved mens’ current game. None if this is my fault! She wasn’t sure she believed what she was telling herself.
Once the vessel was docked and unloaded, Master Jeffrey left the rest of the duties for Daddy and Eric. He joined her on the pier and led her back to the camp. Once inside, he pulled her toward the bathroom on his side and ordered her to strip. Something about returning to this setting dulled the immediate response to his orders. Corinne realized she had been conditioned the entire day to obey without thinking.
Before she could question the demand, he walked up behind her, yanking a fistful of her hair and forcing her head up toward him. His tug was not painful, but it commanded she give him undivided attention. “Eyes on me, Corinne-girl.” His voice was low. “I told you to disrobe. Have you forgotten the contract you signed? Your body belongs to me for the next twelve hours.”
“You’re hurting me,” she lied, trying to assert some measure of control. It backfired on her when he increased the force of his tugging.
Somewhere in her short-term memory, Corinne recalled admitting to him that she was not opposed to being made to follow through with demands in a consensual sexual setting. Damn, how dense had she been. Master Jeffrey had used their private time to negotiate her soft and hard limits. Part of her wanted to protest, but her body was too occupied with responding to his dominance. She started removing her clothing, sure he noticed how her hard nipples were, and smelled her arousal.
He gentled his hold, finally releasing her altogether so she could pull her shirt off. Master Jeffrey gently removed her collar and ran his fingers along her skin.
She caught a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror. Despite the sunscreen he had applied, the sun had given her a face and neck a slight golden hue, but the line of the collar was paler in comparison.
“That’s my good girl.” His tone was soothing now. “Now turn on the shower. Keep the shower curtain open but lay a large towel across the floor to sop up water.”
Master Jeffrey stayed completely dressed, leaning against the sink, observing as she carried out each command he gave. “Step in the shower. No, face me, not the water. Wet your hair. Now use my shampoo. When I fuck you later, I want my scent covering every inch of your sexy body while I pump my essence in your mouth and pussy.”
He reached across from where he stood to snag a washcloth and tossed it to her. “Use my soap to lather up.”
Corinne worked the soap into the thick material until suds filled every bit of it.
“Step out of the spray stream. Clean yourself, paying special attention to your breasts. How do you like being stroked? Use the rag to demonstrate. Show me where you enjoy a rougher touch.”
After being outsmarted earlier on the boat, she told herself she should not allow this man to get more details about her wants and needs. The way he watched her was hypnotizing, though. His eyes reminded her of a hungry animal stalking his next meal. Master Jeffrey gave every indication of liking what he saw, even licking his lips as she lathered her nipples. Maybe, she reasoned, that was the reason she pulled the peaks out, the very tips turning blood red from the pressure.
“Now your stomach, but take your time. I can see you’re getting a bit chilly from the goosebumps on your cute breasts, but I won’t allow you to rinse off until every inch of you is covered in suds.” The shampoo threatened to seep in her eyes, but Corinne dared not complain. The tiny bumps on her skin weren’t from the cold air, but from the way he was making her feel. She was one huge bundle of throbbing nerve endings.
