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Chapter Sixteen

#WinningIsntAlwaysWinning

H
E’S
called me Grace several times now when he should be calling me girl. But I’ll think about that later. Right now, I’m eager to experience what he has planned.

A crack of thunder booms out over my head and scares the shit out of me, but Vaughn’s reassuring hand comes down on my bare shoulder.

“Mmmm, I hadn’t thought about what kind of fun we could have in the rain,” he says in that deep, throaty master voice that makes my pussy clench with desire. And just as I look up to assess the weather, the drops start falling. I make a break for it, but Vaughn catches me by the waist and leans down into my neck to whisper, “Water won’t kill you, Grace. Do as I say.”

I stop and clear my head. “It’s just a reaction,” I say, looking up at him. “Sorry, just instinct.”

“Instincts take a back seat to submission, Grace. Just listen to my voice. Now, I want those bottoms off you and this time I’m not in the mood for cute rebellion, understand?”

I nod and slip the bikini bottoms down my thighs until they drop to the ground. They land in a puddle and Vaughn taps each leg, asking me to lift my feet one at a time so he can pick them up. He folds them in half before placing them inside my bag with the rest of my clothes.

I’m completely naked now and I have to use all my self-control to not cover myself by crossing my arms.

“Lie on your back, on the ground, right here,” he commands, pointing to a swelling puddle. The drops are big and thick and they sting a little on my bare skin, and the last thing I want to do is lie down in the mud. But I walk over to where he’s pointing and lower myself. The mud is squishy against my ass and when I lay my palms flat, the water covers them completely.

“Good, girl,” he whispers, staring down at me. “Now open your legs.”

I bite my lip for this one and he shoots me a disapproving glare. The water is trickling down his bare chest in little rivers and disappearing inside the waistband of his board shorts. My eyes naturally fall to his hard bulge and I open my legs as I stare at his thickness.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but I think it actually grows as he watches my pussy become exposed.

I gulp some air and the laughter of tourists on the nearby path excites me, making my insides throb with anticipation of what’s coming next.

“Now,” he says with a grin. “Tell me how you like it, Grace.”

“Like
it
?” He cannot mean what I think he means.

“How you like men to lick your pussy. Tell me. Now.” The last bit comes out angry and I wonder if I’ll get another spanking if I refuse.

Not likely. He knows I want them so if I refuse he’ll make me do something else.

What, I wonder? Do I want to know?

I smile before I can stop myself and one eyebrow hitches up on his forehead. But a smirk also comes forth and I know he knows what I’m thinking.

He wants me to disobey too. He has something in mind for punishment and I’d like to know what it is.

“No, Master,” I say to soften my refusal. “I’m not comfortable doing that.”

“Your comfort is none of my concern. My only concern is that you do as you’re told, girl. Do you understand?”

“I can’t, Master. I can’t say those things. You should punish me.”

I catch him mumbling “Oh, shit,” as he turns to hide his smile. But then he clears his throat and turns back. “I will punish you by releasing you from my service. Do you want me to let you go, girl?”

“No, Master.” And for a moment I fear he might actually tell me to get lost. I stare him in the eyes as he thinks, and then he holds his hand out, an open palm, to help me up off the ground.

I accept it and he pulls me up and forces me to come right up next to his chest. “I will keep you this time, Grace. But your punishment is to walk back to your bungalow like this.”

“Naked?” I gasp.

“Yes, naked.” He turns me around and pushes me back towards the path I came from, then smacks me on the ass very hard, and gives me a push. “Walk, girl. And don’t look back. If you look back, this is over. Do you understand?”

I think he’s pissed that I said no, so I nod and squeak out a “Yes, Master,” as I pick my way barefoot through the long grass-covered path. When I came down this path a little while ago the sun was shining and it felt like a fairy tale—the flower-covered stone wall, the long lush grass under my feet like a cushion. But now the rain is pelting the foliage and the grass is matted flat in the mud.

Fantasy over. This is reality. And the reality is—I’m walking in the middle of a very busy resort naked.

At first I have no idea if he’s behind me, but once I get to the wall I hear some twigs snapping, so I know he is.

I turn back down the closed path that takes me to the sidewalk in front of my bungalow. After a minute or two of more silence, and just before I get to the chain that I have to step over to come out of the cover of trees, he places a hand on my shoulder. “I just want you to know that your muddy ass is beautiful. It’s filthy, Grace, but it’s beautiful.”

“Yes, Master,” I say. Even though he’s been calling me Grace, I’ve been calling him Master. I’ll have to think about that a little if I make it through this test with my dignity. I stop at the chain and peek out, trying to assess if anyone is on the path.

“Do not stop, girl. Keep going, and when you get to your bungalow, stop, turn around, and put your back against the door.”

I step over the chain and on the other side is a large puddle that I have to step through to get back to the path. I hear voices, but they are not in sight—the people they belong to are around a corner or on a nearby path. I’m not sure which, but Vaughn grunts at my hesitation and I continue through the puddle and step out onto the path. My pace quickens and I walk quickly down the small section of sidewalk that leads to my door. When I finally get there I feel a little relief that I made it, so I stop, turn around and then press my back against the door with a smile.

Vaughn is gone.

I fidget, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait. After several minutes of this torture, wondering if people will walk by and see me standing here, covered in mud and bare naked, I hear him talking to someone down the path, out of sight.

It’s another man. A deep voice that has a hearty laugh to it. I can hear them as they talk low, but I can’t make out the words.

I take a deep breath and wonder if he expects me to go inside.

Not likely.

The voices get closer and I know, right then, I know. He’s bringing him this way on purpose. He’s gonna let some strange man look at my naked body to hammer home his point.

I’m his property and he can do with me what he wants.

I watch them as they approach and then, just before they turn the corner that will give this stranger a full-frontal view of my naked and dirty body, they stop. There’s a junction there. A fork in the road, if you will.

And I feel like this is a fork in the road for me too. Because if he brings that man over here, I will turn and go inside. That’s a line I won’t let him cross.

I take a deep breath and steady myself to disobey. They chat loudly, laughing. I can hear the conversation now. They are talking about my bag. Vaughn must have picked it up and carried it back from the clearing. They are looking inside, because the other man is asking Vaughn if he’s got a naked girl stashed somewhere.

“I do,” Vaughn says. “I’m going to her now.”

“Don’t forget lunch, dude. See you in a few.”

And then the other man walks down the path that leads away and Vaughn comes into full view.

He’s smiling. Quite big. “Good, girl. You have no idea how pleased I am.”

I’m humiliated and confused but I’m pretty sure he’s got every idea about how I feel. “I’m sorry, Master. For disobeying you.”

“I’m sure you are, Grace. But we’re not done here, not even close. I am a fountain of ideas, girl. You need to understand what you’re getting into if you deny me again. I’m going to make this incident your
example
.”

My mouth drops into a frown. “What else do I have to do?”

“Please yourself, Grace. Here. Now. And once you do that, once you make yourself come in public for me, I will allow you to go inside and clean up.”

I just blink at him. He wants me to masturbate? Here?

“Hurry up, girl. I’m waiting.’

“I—I can’t, Mr. Asher,” I say, breaking the Master rule so he knows I need some leeway right now. “Really, I’m not kidding. I hardly ever come when I masturbate without a vibrator.”

“Do you have a vibrator inside?”

“No—”

“Then you are shit out of luck, girl. Not put your fucking fingers between your legs, stick them inside your pussy, and make yourself come.”

I draw in a deep breath and try to decide if I want to continue with this.

I do. I can’t fucking help it. I do. I want him to fuck me, dammit. And not just because he’s Vaughn Asher, the man I’ve fantasized about for years, but because I’m so damn horny, I just need it!

My hand dips down to my legs, but a voice on the next path makes me freeze. I look up at Asher and he’s smiling. Asshole.

“Keep going, Grace.”

He’s confusing me with the name thing. He’s calling me Grace, but he’s not being sympathetic to my situation at all. I take a steadying breath and begin to stimulate myself. I watch him intently as I do it. I picture him naked to get myself wet, and then I picture him on top of me, kissing me with that delicious mouth of his. And now that I think about it, I’ve gotten myself off to his image hundreds of times. At least. And here he is in front of me, in the flesh. In the
rock-hard
flesh.

“Your cock is hard, Asher,” I say, surprising myself.

He just smiles.

“Your cock is hard and my pussy is so, so wet. You have no idea what you’re missing. You can stand there and stare all you want, that’s fine with me. Because I’ve got what you want, even if you refuse to admit it right now. You’re going to watch me play with my clit, then you’re going to go back to your room and jerk off, thinking about me doing this. So I’m the one in control now, Asher. I’m the one—”

He drops my bag and walks towards me.

I gulp and keep going.

“I’m the one being satisfied, Asher. I’m the one in control, because I’m the one who will make you masturbate when you leave. So there. I win.”

He cups my face in his hands. More voices and laughter come from off to the left. The rain has let up now and the place is getting busy again. “Miss Kinsella, would you like me to let you win this one?”

I nod. “I would. I really, really would.”

“Will you agree to be a good girl for the next command, Grace? If I let you have your way at this moment? No matter what I ask?”

I know the answer to this, and that answer is no. No, no, no! He’s setting me up, I can feel it. But I have a hard time saying no to people in the best of situations and right now all I want is to be spared the public humiliation of being caught touching myself by strangers. But at the same time, I really want to keep the game going. So of course, I say, “Yes, I will. I will, Mr. Asher. I swear. If you want I’ll go inside and give it a try in my room. You can even watch, but I won’t be—”

“Shh,” he says with a finger to my lips. And then he leans down and kisses me gently. His tongue slips in slightly, but not far. Just a small, tender kiss that makes my whole body melt like butter. “You win then. OK?”

He pulls back, his strong hands gently resting on my shoulders, the back of his hand lightly sweeping up and down my cheek as he takes me in. “You win. Now inside is a box. Open it and follow all the directions.”

He leans down and kisses me again and then goes back, retrieves my bag, and then slips it up my arm until it rests on my shoulder. He uses my key card to open my door, waving me in with a flourish of his hand.

I step across the threshold and let out a long breath of relief when I see a prettily wrapped box on the bed. When I turn to ask him what it is, all I see is his back as he makes his retreat.

Chapter Seventeen