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  Naked and Defiant

  By

  Breanna Hayse

  Copyright 2014 by Blushing Books and Breanna Hayse

  Published by Blushing Books at Smashwords

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  Hayse, Breanna

  Naked and Defiant

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4461

  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics and Design

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

  Table of contents:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  About the Author

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  CHAPTER 1

  Griffon kicked his feet up over the side of the small cabin cruiser and shifted his favorite straw hat over his eyes. Picking up a beer, he released a loud, satisfied sigh. Finally! Except for the sound of the water lapping against the hull and the occasional squawking of a nearby seabird, things were quiet. He was a man at peace, alone off the shores of his private South Pacific island, and completely content with a fishing rod and a cooler full of his personal reserve of icy-cold Trappist Westvleteren's 12 beer.

  It was over. The ugly divorce that stretched out for nearly two years was settled. He was free of the constant screaming, nagging and irrational demands of a women who had married him for his money and had no intent of remaining faithful. She had been caught in his bed with an old school chum and had offered no reason other than she was bored.

  Bored. With access to millions of dollars, she was bored? How the hell ... Griffon stopped himself from going down that path. It was over, and she lost. The smartest thing he had done was having her sign a prenup, upon insistence by his personal attorney, Tasha Hart. Tash was his 'right hand man', the corporate counsel for his company and his closest friend. She was someone he trusted with his life and knew she would never send him in the wrong direction. Griffon chuckled to himself, recalling how many times Tasha had gloated—and subsequently paddled—after the notarized prenup was enacted. She continued to rub her wisdom in Griffon's face as his ex-wife walked away with only a couple of suitcases, a 'pity' check of $500.00, and a case of herpes (a gift from his former friend). Tasha then forced him to get a full medical examination and start his new life with a clean bill of health and a month-long vacation indulging himself by doing whatever he wanted.

  This was his dream: to live on an unmanned island far away from people, with no phone or computer access, no board meetings, no wearing a suit or answering a phone call at two in the morning. Griffon gulped down the remainder of his beer and reached for another bottle, savoring the refreshing cold as the blazing heat surrounded him. It was a warm day for April—about 87 degrees, but with a 97% humidity level, doing anything but fishing and drinking beer was considered an effort. Yep, he tossed his line in again; there was nothing like the peace and quiet of a man alone with his fishing pole, his favorite hat, and a bottle of the best brew money could buy. He calculated staying on the reef for just another hour and then anchor on the island, explore his new purchase and set up camp. He mentally ran through the gear he had brought with him for the one-month stay, chuckling as he reconsidered the prospect of rehydrating the steaks. He could certainly rough it, but hell, why bother, if he didn't have to? There were more enjoyable ways to use my energy, he thought as he began to reel in his lure.

  While buying an island in the middle of nowhere was a bit extreme to ensure privacy, assurance that he would be isolated and undisturbed while he recharged was well worth the headache and expenses the purchase initially incurred. Non-locals were rarely given purchasing power, so he had pulled strings, returned favors, and nearly sold his soul to obtain this tiny piece of property. Griffin shuddered with disgust, thinking of how hard his ex-wife worked to emasculate him. How could he have allowed that woman to manipulate him so badly? Well, he thought as he cast his line over the waves, that certainly will never happen again in this lifetime.

  His brow drew to a frown as the loud roar of an engine reached his ears. A speedboat? Two questions crossed Griffon's mind: What type of blooming idiot would take a speedboat into the reef's shark-infested waters, and what the hell was another boat doing here? It made no sense, for not only was this particular chain of deserted islands unpublished on standard navigation charts, but the waterways around the small pieces of land were considered off-limits to tourists and thrill-seekers.

  With a growl, the darkly tanned, unshaved founder of Badger-Clark industries sat up to glare in the direction of the intruder. He could hear the slowing of the engine around the bend of the volcanic rock island and the sound of voices. A man and woman were fighting heatedly. Muttering several choice words under his breath, Griffin lifted the heavy anchor into the boat and dipped the paddle into the shallow, razor-sharp reef. It was time to leave his quiet fishing hole and stake out his territory.

  A loud scream interrupted his grumbling. Paddling harder to get away from the dangerous projections of the reef below, Griffon finally reached an area where it was safe to strike the small engine and investigate the source of the noise. As he rounded the bend, he watched the invading speedboat flying away, its bow high above the waves and a slender, dark-haired man at the throttle.

  "Help me!" A woman called out. "Please, help me!"

  Griffon turned his head to see a naked woman swimming in his direction. Her face was extremely pale, and a large streak of blood colored her forehead. Shit! So much for peace and quiet!

  "You are going to attract sharks with that blood, woman. What the hell happened?" Griffon demanded, hauling her out of the water with one strong arm.

  "I was having a fucking pool party and fell asleep drinking a glass of wine," came the sarcastic response, in a thick Australian accent. "Are all men idiots? What the hell do you think happened?"

  Griffon stared blankly at her, suppressing a groan. Some shrews were best left for shark bait. Wordlessly, he returned to his fishing and propped his deck shoes on the rail.

  "You don't talk much, do you?" the women commented, folding her arms around her naked body. "Do you have a towel?"

  "Nope," Griffon answered, tossing his line back into the water and closing his eyes.

  "I demand you take me to the mainland."

  "Nope."

  The woman hissed, "I am not asking you; I am telling you. Take. Me. To. Shore."

  "Listen up, lady," Griffon peeked out from under the floppy hat, "I am on a well-earned vacation after being freed from living for four y
ears with a woman as rude and ungrateful as you are. I will not be told what to do or when to do it, and I sure as hell am not going anywhere until I damned well please. Got it?"

  "Oh, really? Now, you listen here, mister. My name is Jade Brockton. I am heiress to the Brockton luxury cruise line and ..."

  "Close your yap or you are going back in that water. I don't dance to anyone's tune, not even Miss Jade Brockton or her rich daddy."

  "There will be a reward for my safe return!"

  "Don't need a reward. All I need is some peace and quiet. There's a first aid kit below deck. Clean your face," Griffon ordered. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the woman rose with an audible huff. Nice body, he mused, round and full in all the right places. Especially the rump.

  "Keep your eyes to yourself," she snapped, as she picked her way down the narrow steps.

  My boat, my rights, Griffon thought. "Don't flatter yourself, lady. Your attitude makes you a very unattractive woman. No man worth his salt would want to look at you, if he didn't have to," Griffon charged back bitterly, reliving the words exchanged during his nightmarish marriage. He was deaf to the bitter sob that choked her throat as his words struck her.

  When she failed to return to the open deck, Griffon went below, dreading the possibility that she had passed out from her head wound. He found her sitting on the end of the bunk, weeping pathetically into her hands. To his further annoyance, she had helped herself to his favorite Jimmy Buffet T-shirt. Her forehead was still a bloody mess, and the first aid kit had not even been opened.

  "Damn it," he grumbled, sitting across from her and flipping the kit open. "Move your hands. And stop crying, for God's sake. You are not a child."

  He swore under his breath as he cleaned the gash on her head, pushing aside the pale blonde hair. The gash had not been made by the reef. "Did he hit you with something?" Griffon asked, quietly.

  "No. I fell against the side of the bait box," Jade said quietly, trying to muffle her tears.

  "Must have been one hell of a fall," Griffon responded gruffly, as he focused on cleaning the wound. "Stay put; this might sting."

  Jade merely clenched her jaw as he dabbed the antiseptic over the gash and then applied steristrips to keep it closed. Griffon sat back to survey his work with satisfaction.

  "Good thing you have such a hard head. Keep it clean," he ordered, putting the kit away and standing to leave.

  "Wait! What's your name?"

  "Griffon Badger."

  Jade followed him to the top deck. "Whoa there! Badger? Like in Badger-Clark industries?"

  "Yup." Griffon plopped his hat back on, cast his line into the crystal-blue waters, and resumed his comfortable lounging position.

  "Your company designs and builds our cruise ships!"

  "Yup. Used to anyway. Until your father attempted to load the dice in his favor."

  "Are you saying my father cheats?!"

  "Your father is a businessman and has one thing in mind, and one thing only: making a buck. I won't stand for anyone screwing my people. He lost his contract with me because of his greed."

  "My father is not greedy! He will have your head, and your business, if he finds out that you are holding me hostage here." Jade's voice trembled with anger.

  "If you say so," Griffon shrugged. "You obviously have his temper and have inherited his lack of diplomacy. No use arguing with someone whose mind is closed to reality."

  "You don't even know me."

  "No, but I know your father. He is not one of my favorite people, and I know I certainly am not his."

  Jade simmered, changing the subject. "I thought you were an American. You have an accent."

  "I live in Seattle, but I was raised in New Zealand," Griffon answered lazily, scrunching back comfortably in his fishing chair.

  Jade sneered when his conversation ceased, and the man made no further attempt to acknowledge her. "I want to go back to the mainland, Mr. Badger. Immediately. Look at me when I'm talking to you, dammit!"

  When Griffon did not acknowledge her orders, Jade angrily slapped the hat off his head. Griffon caught her wrist with his hand and slowly stood, forcing her down to the bench as his wide-shouldered, 6'2" frame loomed over her. "Never touch the hat," he growled.

  "Release me this instant, you overgrown baboon!" Jade hissed. Her gray eyes narrowed. "If you don't, I swear ..."

  "You swear what? You'll call the cops?" he quietly regarded the empty, open sea. "Or you'll scream? I'm sure the gulls won't mind. How old are you anyway? Sixteen?"

  "I am twenty-two, you fucking moron!" Jade jerked her wrist out of his hand and began to rub the imprints of his fingers.

  "Twenty-two? Would never have guessed," Griffon stated, as he picked up his hat, placed it over his face and sat down again, propping his sneakered feet on the rail. He hid a sardonic smile as Jade's stunned silence was broken by a string of profanity. Clearing his throat, he said, "Let me know when you are done throwing your temper tantrum. I want to take a nap."

  "Are all Americans so stupid?!" she snapped.

  "Don't have the answer for that. People are stupid all over the world, so I can't pinpoint just one place. My turn. Are all Aussies so rude?"

  "How dare you!"

  "I apologize. You're correct. I should not group everyone in your country together based on your behavior. Everyone else I have met from your homeland have been decent human beings. But then, there are always one or two people like you who spoil it for everyone."

  Several minutes had passed before Jade spoke up again. "Where is your radio? I want to call for the Water Police to come get me."

  "This is out of both the Australian Water Police and the Royal Australian Navy jurisdiction. Besides," he lifted the edge of the hat to squint at her, "how would you describe where you are? Without the coordinates, these islands look just like all the others. And you are too far away from Cairns to call for your daddy."

  His logic sent her spewing another colorful string of words. With an exasperated sigh, Griffon stood up, grabbed Jade around the waist and tossed her head first into the water. Sputtering, her head popped up, eyes glaring with hatred.

  "You son of a …!"

  "I'll tell you what, munchkin …" Griffon leaned over the side, his wrists casually crossed as he looked down at her. "Instead of dunking you the next time you mouth off like that, I will put you across my knee and paddle the daylights out of you. Your choice."

  "You bastard!"

  "Uh-oh, not a wise response. You can come back onboard if you think you can cool your jets and mind your manners. Well?"

  "I'd rather be eaten by a shark then be up there with you," Jade spat.

  "Go for it. The island is just over that ridge, and there are plenty of sharks between here and there that would love to have you as a midday snack. Start swimming."

  "You can't just leave me here!"

  "No? If you know my reputation, then you also know my motto."

  Indeed she did: 'Griffon Badger Don't Give a Shit' truly expressed the man's character in the business world. She had heard her father comment on multiple occasions that the only reason he continued to do business with the insufferable jerk was because he was a brilliant entrepreneur and had impeccable designs. Griffon Badger tolerated no nonsense, and no excuses, from anyone. He was blunt with his opinions and never looked back when he walked away from a bad deal. This knowledge, coupled with his comment regarding reef sharks, was enough to provoke Jade to scramble back onto the small boat. The wet shirt clung to her golden flesh like a second skin, hugging every luscious nook and cranny. Griffon feigned disinterest as he surveyed the young women from under the floppy curtain of his hat.

  She was average height, about 5'5 or so, and blessed with delicious curves that tickled the interest of his manhood. Her round, ample breasts were carried high, with nipples that stood out like small grapes against the threadbare shirt, tapering to a narrow waistline which held only a tiny pad of baby fat over the abdomen. Her hips swelled out
generously and ended in two perfectly round, protruding globes that jiggled slightly when she moved quickly. Yes, Griffon thought, that backside was designed for two things. Making love and spanking. He glanced at the scowl of her face and changed his mind. It was for spanking and nothing else.

  "Are you done gawking?" Jade asked, hands on her hips.

  "Honey," Griffon yawned, "I gawk when I pull a 30 pound snapper off the reef, not at a sour-faced child who looks like a wet rat. There's food in the galley. Help yourself, if you're hungry. Make sure you clean up your mess. I keep a tight ship."

  "I liked it better when your responses were monosyllabic, you asshole," Jade mumbled as she turned on her heels and ventured down to the galley.

  "I'd love a sandwich, thanks!" Griffon yelled sarcastically back down after her. "And don't touch my beer!"

  Thirty minutes later, Griffon entered the cabin to inform his unwelcome passenger than he was getting ready to head to the island. He rolled his eyes as he saw Jade sound asleep in a little ball on the bunk. Despite being obnoxious, she certainly was beautiful. But that disposition … no amount of beauty could hide that type of ugliness. With a grunt, he tossed a sheet over her scantily-clad body, pausing only long enough to notice the round bottom-cheeks peeking out from beneath the oversized, damp T-shirt. Annoyance pricked at him. Having to babysit a spoiled rotten brat was not on his things-to-do list.

  He hauled his large frame back to the top deck and proceeded to draw the anchor up from the water. He rested it on the drain well and neatly coiled the chain, all the while wondering about the identity of the man who had abandoned Jade like chum floating in the water. Did he leave because he saw Griffon's boat, trusting that someone else would fish her out and be stuck caring for her? Or more disturbing, did he leave with no intent of her being rescued? Griffon grunted. Either way that obnoxious little girl owed him some explanations.

  Acutely aware of the reef peaks that were sharp enough to tear a wooden hull to shreds, Griffon navigated carefully to the remote palm-studded island located just west of his position. He surveyed the reef head with keen eyes, using the paddle to push away from high, jagged rocks and ease the small cruiser into the clear, quiet cove protected by massive walls of ancient volcanic rock. Ordinarily, the prospect of exploring a new, uninhabited island would have thrilled him to death, but his excitement was dampened by Jade's presence and the information that he would have to delay his extended vacation a few days in order to get her back to the mainland.