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The wreck was far enough from the island. Soon with the weather and all, no one would think we’d been there, ever. In a month, six months, if anyone waded ashore on those little beaches they would find paradise. White sand, blue sea, scuttling ghost crabs, and sun. No one would know what had happened.
Events sometimes made it necessary to do monstrous things, even when you were not a monster.
If I had to deal with this friend and the detective, I would. Like Jazmine, I’d learned. Sometimes unusual decisions were necessary to survive and regretting them was foolish.
My motto popped up in my thoughts. Never give up. Never give in.
That motto was a good one. One I’d lived by much of my life. I’d always strived to be a good man, no matter how many awful decisions I’d made. Like shooting Aden. Like keeping Jazmine as mine.
I grimaced. My problem was clear. For once, that motto wouldn’t do.
She was almost asleep, nodding off, her eyes closed, her body snuggled up against mine. My balls and my chest ached just thinking of her. I could see her automatic arousal when I did certain things to her but it affected me too. I had a boner most days – but I was lucky that I could get her to suck me off or open her legs at the click of my fingers. Ja, I was a lucky man, but also a nasty one.
I was never going to be a good man, not if I wanted to keep her.
Today was the day I officially gave in on being good and moral and righteous.
I smiled and tucked a wayward curl away from her eye. After wrinkling her nose and sniffling, she snuggled even closer. The prickle in my eyes surprised me. I couldn’t afford to be sad; I had to be her mean-ass, cold-hearted trainer – the man who would fuck her sideways and hurt her for the most minor of infractions.
Ja. It was the only way I could save her life. Glass would never let her go. Neither would I.
When we landed off the coast, it was at a small, unwatched beach with the shore almost mangrove swamp to the very edge. We waded up onto the short stretch of beach and waited for Glass to come back with word of our transport. The first thing Jazmine did when I deliberately took my eye off her, was to head toward the villagers at the far end of the beach, who were stacking crates to take to the plane. Glass was going to fly back to Port Moresby while I drove in.
Unloading a slave woman in the middle of where he had to land there was never going to work.
I nabbed her before she drifted more than two yards up the beach. “Where the fuck are you going?” I clicked my fingers and she dropped to kneel in the wet sand.
Chewing on my lip, arms folded, I examined her. “Answer me.”
Her swallow was obvious. “To see those people.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Sir. It just happened.” Her gaze seemed to hold as much confusion as I felt.
“You don’t know? Guess.”
“I don’t. It was automatic.” Her head shake and misery-packed frown said it was the truth.
If she wasn’t trying to escape... No. I was going to send myself crazy.
Training, training, and more training – that’s what was needed.
“Whatever the reason, it was wrong. I’ll punish you in the car.”
And so it went. I knew now how much and what sort of pain she liked, and what she didn’t. What worked as punishment. None of them were likely to work in a moving vehicle. I knew how to get her off fast when I wanted to. So I tried something new.
The window tint was so black we could’ve fucked the London Philharmonic Orchestra and nobody would’ve noticed. I tied her to the seat and the safety belt and stopped every half an hour to give her G spot orgasms with digital massage. It was novel and messy but it kept me amused when she squealed while thrusting onto my hand. I improvised. The bull-dog clamps from a clipboard in the car made things even better for the sadist in me, especially when I placed one on her tongue as well as her nipples. Temporary but intriguing.
I eyed her after the fifth time I got her off, leaning over her as she panted down from the O. I’d cuffed her hands to the struts under the headrest to keep her from interfering in my exploration of her pussy and her fingers were still wrapped around them. The clamps were still on her nipples, squashing them a little flat.
A car zipped past on the small roadway, rocking us in their backwash. First one for ages.
The scenery was cock-erecting territory and my dick was about to poke a hole in my pants. Was it wrong when the Dom had to do orgasm denial on himself? I took another tour of my prize – where I’d pulled down the neckline of her dress to reveal her boobs, where I’d rucked up her dress to get my fingers up into her cunt. At her parted lips as she struggled to suck in enough air, even at the sweat sheening her breasts and her face.
“I’m not quite sure this is punishment,” I said quietly. “But I sure as hell fokken like it.”
Her eyelids drifted up and she seemed surprised to see me.
