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  Griffon climbed onto the rock and straddled her ass."Relax, kiddo. Enjoy this. It is a specialty of mine."

  "Massage?"

  "Not just massage, baby girl. Erotic massage. Plus some surprises. Now be silent."

  Jade lost the will to speak as she felt her body surrender under the growing warmth of the sun and the strength of his hands. He paused only to add more coconut milk and occasionally graze the backs of her arms with his fingertips. Griffon moved downward, away from her neck and shoulders, in order to rest his hands upon her bottom. She gasped as his hand plummeted across her cheeks in a sharp, downward arch, and then lingered there to rub away the sting. Jade held her breath as a second, then third, heavy smack fell upon her smooth flesh. The spanks were again met by tantalizing caresses from his long fingers. Her bottom continued to sting as his hands journeyed down the insides of her legs. She gasped as he seized her ankles and spread her legs apart.

  "I feel like a wishbone," Jade stated. "OW!"

  "I said to stay silent," Griffon ordered, after clapping his hand against the inside of her left thigh.

  He knelt between her splayed legs, again taking the time to wash her with a clamshell filled with fresh water from the fire. It was much hotter than the previous batch, and Jade struggled against the pleasure and pain associated with the heat and how it opened her pores upon her bottom and in the depths of her pussy. The coconut milk was applied again, kneaded firmly in the direction of her arousal. His hands alternatively massaged and stroked the delicate silkiness of her inner thighs.

  The swishing sound caught her off guard, and she yipped as she felt a slight sting sweep over her widely spread legs. More coconut milk was poured upon her flesh and a young palm stalk, similar to a green birch bundle, was thrashed lightly across her exposed thighs. Jade moaned, her position inhibiting her from lifting her bottom, which demanded to taste more of the makeshift implement.

  "You like this, don't you? Let's see how much," Griffon said, his voice heavy with desire.

  Jade hummed as he began to strike her vigorously with the thick stalk of loose fronds. The tips bit into her skin, covering her shoulders, back, bottom, and thighs with tiny red marks. He moved the bundle up and down her body several times before focusing on the crevice between her legs. The swish resounded in the air as he brought the fronds to kiss her juncture. Over and over again, he whipped the leafy tongues against her body, including the delicate orchid of her womanhood that nestled in wait.

  "Oh, my God … I am going to …"

  "No, you are not," Griffon said, abruptly stopping. "You will not come until I give you permission."

  "You can't do that to me," Jade whined, panting with need. "This is incredible. Don't stop!"

  "It is only the beginning. Turn onto your back. Keep your eyes shut. If we were home, I would have you restrained and blindfolded. Maybe even gagged."

  Griffin repeated the ritual washing and massage with coconut milk, careful to avoid teasing the sensitive peaks of her nipples and the hungry area between her legs. Jade's desire for more grew exponentially as he maintained constant contact, with at least one hand upon her at all times. She squeezed her eyes shut as he inched his hands along the edges of her breasts, trailing beneath the firm mounds and around the outside of the areolas. Not once did he touch the crinkling pink pearls that begged for his attention. That lack of attention left her aching for more.

  His hands moved across her abdomen, his palms spanning the flesh, while his thumbs played in wide, circular motion against the slightly swell near her navel and along the lower rib cage. Jade inhaled, holding her breath as Griffin continued to bring her body to life, awakening her flesh as though it were one gigantic erotic zone. But there was that one place … one spot … that she desired his touch the most.

  He knew her thoughts.

  His hand roamed to the top of her left thigh and then migrated to the inner portion. He forced her legs wider apart. "Spread your legs and bend them at the knees. I want full access to your inner thighs," he commanded, briskly.

  Jade felt the heat rush through her body as she assumed the humiliating position. Keeping her eyes clamped shut did not, however, erase the image in her mind of how exposed she was to this man's view. Or his fingers.

  "You are quite wet," Griffon observed, his hand once again on her inner thigh, lazily descending to touch the back of her knees. "Your pleasure is dependent on me, Jade. Just as your pain is in my control. Remain silent."

  Jade's eyes flew open as he smacked his hand on the inside of her tender thigh, his fingers just missing her hungry sex. The second clap left an unbearable sting, as well as a bright red mark, to the middle thigh.

  "That hurts!" Jade cried out.

  Griffon frowned, grabbed both her ankles in one hand, and hauled her legs into the air. He delivered ten vigorous smacks to her bottom, making her howl as his hand caught the delicate folds of her pussy.

  "Are you going to be quiet now?" he asked firmly, his hand hovering in the air to administer more spanking.

  Jade nodded through her tears, surprised by how quickly the pain from that particular spanking had diminished, only to be replaced by renewed arousal.

  "Next time I will use a switch," he warned, gently lowering her legs. "Close your eyes."

  She felt his hand rubbing back and forth against her inner thigh; again she held her breath as the heel of his hand began to press and rock against the outer lips of her sex. Jade opened her eyes to see his intense stare directed into her face.

  "Why are your eyes open? You are not to come until I tell you to. Understood?"

  "Yes, sir, Griffin," Jade whispered, snapping her eyes closed.

  He clasped her ankles again and pushed her knees back into her chest, leaning over them to hold her in a curled position. She shivered suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable and powerless against the effect of the rigid cock pressing against her through the material of his shorts. He stretched her back and thighs in this manner, rocking her body while rubbing his confined rod against the crevice of her ass. Jade gulped, resisting the urge to beg him to fuck her like this, fully open and exposed. And powerless. Disappointment filled her as he straightened her legs to a normal position and resumed the massage upon her naked skin, always far enough from her pussy to prevent her from coming, but close enough to give her an urgent sense of need.

  "Roll over, Jade. I want you on your knees—head down, bottom in the air." Griffon's voice broke the silence of the clearing.

  Jade shook visibly as she obeyed, her arousal much greater than her common sense. His commanding presence, confidence, and control left her unable to do anything but obey. She had never been around a man who exuded such sexual power or who knew how to direct her needs. Jade's humiliating position added to her arousal, as did the feeling of the drops of coconut milk being poured upon the base of her spine. The dripping of the liquid between her mounds made her shiver. She had blurted out about being an anal virgin. If he wasn't going to take her in that way, what was he going to do?

  Jade whimpered nervously, as she felt his wet finger move between her cheeks to discover her unprotected anus. The scent of mango filled the air as he tore open the fruit and dipped his finger into the juice to use as a natural lubricant. She trembled as he slid his finger back and forth over her virgin rosebud, her anxiety equaling her excitement. Jade felt her wetness spreading as he continued to play with her, gently pushing with his finger until the tip entered, then withdrawing before she felt discomfort. Soon, she felt her body opening for him to enter. She lifted her head as she felt something harder press against her tiny hole and begin to work its way inside.

  "Breathe, baby. It's a Taro root. I even peeled it so it would be smooth for you," Griffin coaxed, easing the tapered root within her. His other hand eased in front and ran across the length of her slit. Her bottom arched into the air in response to his touch, forcing the root to impale her, its wide base stretching her uncomfortably. He held the tuber in place with one hand while
he continued to slide a thick finger between her lips and dip into her inner sanctum. She bucked against his hands, forcing the large, long vegetable to fuck her in the ass as she tensed to climax.

  "Please …" she panted, her movement growing more insistent. "Let me come."

  "Not yet. You like this, don't you? Just like you enjoyed being birched. Imagine how it would feel to have a real cock buried in that beautiful ass of yours," he whispered, smacking her bottom as he plunged the root back and forth in time to her rocking motion. "Imagine my big, fat cock sliding inside of you and filling you even more that this little thing."

  "Oh, My God … Griff …"

  "I would take you all the way to the hilt." Griffin's voice oozed of lust. "You would want more of this." He smacked her sharply, making her lunge against the root. "I would take you after turning your ass beet red and make you ride me like a bull. More, Jade! Get that ass higher in the air. Good girl! Now, take it all."

  Jade screeched as the root sunk completely inside of her, leaving only the heavy stalk of leaves to be seen, Griffon touched her swollen clit with the slightest flick and, without warning, the orgasm exploded through her body.

  CHAPTER 7

  Griffon caught Jade as she crumbled against him, unable to support her weight after their 'playtime'. She had climaxed for him two more times before collapsing in a spent heap upon the leaf-covered platform. Her eyelids grew heavy as sleep began to overtake her, and she hummed prettily as he rocked her.

  "Holy hell in a basket," she forced out.

  "Ahh, the beauty speaks," Griffon grinned.

  Jade lifted glazed eyes to stare up into his face. "That was ... oh my God …"

  "You are welcome. Feel better?" Griffon asked, stroking her hair.

  "You know you've spoiled massages for me now. I'm so tired," Jade's voice faded.

  "I figured as much," he sighed. "Let me make up the bedding for you and then you can take a nice mid-morning nap."

  "'k …," she muttered, her eyes fluttering closed. "I love you, Griffon Badger …"

  Griffon stiffened with those words, realizing the grave mistake he had made.

  "No! Jade? Wake up and listen to me. You can't love me. Damn!" he swore out loud, unable to stir her out of her deep, blissful sleep. "I knew I shouldn't have done this. I am a blooming idiot. Of all the stupid things I could have done to you …"

  He continued to reproach himself as he fixed the shelter's bedding and placed her lethargic body inside. Filled with self-reproach, he grabbed his beaten-up straw hat and trotted down to the beach to walk off his guilt. What was he going to do? Not just about Jade's feelings, but his own. She had been correct in her observation that he was afraid of his own feelings. He wanted her. He also knew that she needed someone who would give her the kind of life she was accustomed to.

  I could give her that life, he reasoned, but it would also mean changing my own beliefs. I did that once for a woman. I smothered her in opulence and never expected her to do anything but be beautiful for me. No wonder she was bored!

  Griffon buried his face in his hands, remorse tumbling through him. Wonderful! What a perfect time to receive a reality-check. My marriage failed because I failed. I failed to give her what she needed: purpose. She needed to have purpose in life, not expensive cars and fancy clothes. No, I cannot … I will not, do that to Jade. She deserves a chance to decide the path of her own future.

  Griffon lifted his head to stare out at the horizon, his heart aching with regret. He made his decision.

  ***

  Two large fish, wrapped in banana leaves and lime juice, were roasting over a crackling fire when Jade awoke from her slumber. She eased her body out of the shelter and slowly approached Griffon.

  "Hey," she said, sitting next to him. "How long was I sleeping?"

  "About four hours," he answered, staring into the fire as he probed the wood with a long stick. He handed her his cotton shirt. "Here, put this on."

  "Wow, you are allowing me to be covered? What did I do to deserve such a great honor?" she asked, slipping the material over her head. "This feels so weird."

  "People are going to be by any time now and don't need to get an eyeful, that's all," Griffon said, gloomily.

  Jade leaned against his arm. "I love it when you are so protective of my reputation. Mmmm, that smells great. I really think I am going to miss it here. Maybe we can come back …."

  "There is no 'we', Jade. These feeling you have for me are not real. I rescued you and took care of you, but what you are feeling is a product of this environment–nothing more," he said stiffly, pulling away from her.

  "What are you talking about?" Jade's voice broke. "I thought …"

  "I made a horrible mistake. I should not have given into my own desires, not even as an excuse to meet your needs. I'm sorry."

  "I ... I don't understand. What did I do wrong?"

  "You cannot have these feelings for me. I will never be able to give you what you want. You need to accept that."

  "What I want? What, exactly, do you think I want?!"

  "You want someone to love and worship you, Jade. You want a soft life, surrounded by luxury and ease, with a man who tends to your every need and desire. A life like that would eventually destroy you. I will not be part of that. You deserve better and need to be allowed to choose for yourself."

  "And how, exactly, do you know that is what I want? Yeah, I like nice things, but I have learned to live without anything! Besides, you have money, and …"

  "You have been living in a fantasy. The island," he swept his hand, "has provided everything you have needed to survive because I gave it to you. Without me, you know you would have died. Even now, you talk about how my money will make things comfortable for you. This dependence does not form a healthy foundation to a relationship. It is out of necessity that you have submitted to me, not desire."

  "Who are you to tell me what I am feeling and why? I don't care that you chose to live in a townhouse and drive an old car. It's you that I have fallen in love with, and …"

  "You are not in love with me. You are in love with the idea of being in love with a man who saved your life. This is not real. Your feelings for me have been contrived out of necessity. We both deserve more than that."

  Jade glared at him, her pain turning to anger. She stood up, hands on her hips, and shouted into his face. "How could you say such a terrible thing?! You are the most arrogant, self-centered, egotistical sonofabitch I have ever known! I trusted you with my life, my body, and my heart."

  "Well, you shouldn't have!" Griffon spouted back. "I told you that you were too vulnerable. I made an error in judgment, and I apologize. There is nothing between us other than we shared an experience—which, incidentally, was caused by your acting out of your own selfish desires. We should be picked up in a couple of days, and after the trial, we don't ever have to see one another again. You can return to the way of life that is comfortable to you—and and I," he looked up at her, "can have my freedom back."

  Jade's tears spilled heatedly as she stared at him. With one quick motion, she slapped him across the face, turned around, and disappeared out of his sight. Griffon lifted the back of his hand to the small split in his lip and sighed despondently. He had to let her go. There was no way she would ever be happy with a man like him, or the demands he would place upon her to be his partner. Still, it hurt ….

  ***

  Jade said nothing to Griffon when she returned to the camp later that evening. He watched as she tucked her knees under the thin material of the large T-shirt and curled into her corner of the platform. Her eyes were red and swollen from weeping, and her breathing was raspy. With a sigh, he handed her a beer bottle that he had filled with fresh water. She turned her head from him, huddling her body into a tight ball.

  "You need to drink. You've come too far to let yourself go down now."

  "I'm not thirsty," Jade croaked.

  "Yes, you are. Just drink. It's water you collected, so it's not lik
e it's coming from me."

  Jade glared at him, took the bottle, and drank deeply. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and returned to her fetal position.

  "Stubborn female," Griffon whispered, under his breath. He cleared his throat. "I have a bunch of leftovers from dinner, if you want them. Stuff I found in the traps you set. Nothing fancy." He set a large shell loaded with steamed mussels, baked fish and slightly-charred bananas.

  Jade just stared at the wall.

  Griffon shrugged. "Fine with me. I'll just toss it before the bugs come in …."

  "Leave it. There is no reason for it to go to waste."

  No more words were exchanged for the remainder of the evening. Griffon, unable to sleep, left the shelter to walk in the bright moonlight. He kicked at debris under his feet, thinking about how to make the situation more amicable. Why couldn't she understand that he was a jerk for her own good?

  He paused to contemplate the beauty of the giant moon as it hung like a lantern over the still waters of the lagoon. It was bright enough to read by and shone down upon the tidal pools, revealing the frantic occupants scurrying away from Griffon's shadow. Distracted by his thoughts, Griffon failed to see the piece of wood sticking straight up from the sand and stepped onto it. Pain tore through his leg as he crumbled to the ground and pulled the larger shard from the arch of his foot.

  "Fuck!" he cursed, pulling it out. The wound bled profusely as he hobbled to the rocks to rinse it in salt water. "This is not good, damn it," he spoke to himself, examining the deep puncture in the moonlight. After cleaning it thoroughly in the cool water, Griffon attempted to close the gap by holding the skin edges together, but knew that the wound was too large and would requiring stitches. There was a suture set in the first aid kit up in the shelter, but the stabbing pain and extensive bleeding would prevent him from getting there without help.