Now, at the end of October, the season was winding down, though it was still warm enough that they had plenty of guests. True to his word, Cooper had taken a position on the island as a part-time trainer. Wealthier than she had realized from the sale of his business, he had refused a salary, though he did accept the free room and board.
He didn’t work with the slave trainees one-on-one, but instead concentrated on seminars and hands-on demos. He’d even convinced Lainey to be his sub for a demo a time or two.
She still kept her apartment in New Bern for now, though she spent most nights with Cooper in his suite on the top floor of the resort, where the staff Doms and their partners lived. She returned every Thursday evening to the mainland for her Jiu Jitsu class. In addition, Cooper and she usually sailed his boat back to the mainland once a week. They stayed overnight at the apartment, shopping and running errands during the day.
At the end of their second week together, they’d agreed she would get a prescription for birth control pills. They also both got tested for STDs, just to be safe. Both were given clean bills of health. Lainey had been delighted to dispense with the condoms. It made sex all the more intimate, not to mention more spontaneous.
Like the time they sailed from the mainland back to Desire Island one late afternoon. They’d briefly dropped anchor to watch a family of dolphins arcing gracefully in the water.
“I have a challenge for you,” Cooper had said, once the dolphins were out of sight. “Not sure you can handle it yet, though.”
“Try me,” Lainey had instantly replied, even though she was aware he was pushing her competitive button.
He’d handed her a rag and a bottle of polish. “I want you to polish the handrails at the stern.”
“That’s a challenge?”
“There’s a catch, of course,” he’d added with a sexy grin. “It’s about focus. No matter what I do to you, you will keep your focus on your task. Think you can handle it?”
“Piece of cake,” she’d staunchly asserted, grinning back.
She’d been fine at first, ignoring him as he’d pressed up behind her, his hardening cock against the small of her back, his hands on her breasts. He’d tweaked her nipples through the fabric of her bikini top. His touch had been distracting but manageable.
But when his hand had slid up her throat, gently closing around it, she’d caught her breath. Though she trusted Cooper quite literally with her life, that primal touch remained a trigger for her—a super sexy trigger that made her instantly wet and ready.
“Focus,” he’d growled sexily in her ear.
She’d resumed polishing, though her hands were trembling—not with fear, but with lust.
Then, one hand still on her throat, he’d slipped the other into her bikini bottoms. Cupping her cunt, he’d rubbed and teased her until she was soaking wet and panting. Somehow, she still managed to continue moving the rag along the rail, though her effort was half-hearted at best.
When he’d finally yanked down her bikini bottoms and entered her from behind, she’d been so aroused, she’d come within seconds. He’d come moments later.
Pulling away, he’d whirled her around and scooped her into his arms. The polish bottle and rag had fallen to the deck, forgotten.
“Naughty girl,” he’d chided, his eyes dancing. “Double punishment for you—one for losing your focus, the other for coming without permission. I’ll let you decide your punishment, once we get back to the island.”
The “punishment” she’d chosen was a delicious, stinging spanking, which was followed by more lovemaking. Sometimes being a bad girl was oh, sooooo good.
At the end of their second month together, she’d brought Cooper to meet her parents, who still lived in Jacksonville. Her mom, eager for more grandchildren, had immediately grilled Cooper on his view about marriage and family life. Her dad had done his usual hearty backslap and bone-crushing handshake as he asked that all-important opening question—what sports had Cooper played in college.
Cooper had handled it all with grace and easy humor, making her love him all the more. They hadn’t yet talked of marriage, but Lainey couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, ever.
Their exploration into D/s had deepened and intensified as Lainey’s comfort level grew. She loved being bound in rope from head to toe. Something about the rope was so calming—a kind of meditation for her, just as Abbie had once described. She would slip into this quiet, peaceful place as he wound and knotted the rope over her wrists, her ankles, her breasts, her torso, her thighs, between her legs. She couldn’t get enough of it, and always sighed a little wistfully when he ended the session.
They’d also gone deeper into the exploration of erotic pain. She trusted Cooper with every fiber of her being. He was her safe harbor, endlessly patient with her as she found the courage to truly embrace her submissive nature.