Blacmail in the Pacific

"Where are we going?" Sara asked quietly.

Lucas didn't answer at first, appearing to ignore her question. Whether he was ignoring her or simply not paying attention, Sara couldn't tell. But the longer he took to answer, the more horrifying the scenarios in her imagination became.

"The business owns a resort on the far end of the island, it's where our clients and business associates stay. Every year I invite 5 or 6 of our best clients and their significant others to come stay for a couple of weeks. I host a party at the end of their vacation... good for business," Lucas explained off-handily. He was staring out the window, not paying any attention to Sara at the moment.

It was worse than she thought. Being paraded around and groped -- let's face it, more than groped -- by Lucas's men was depraved enough. Now it appeared that she was to become a play thing to be displayed and used by "outsiders." Immediately upon this thought, it occurred to her that she already had, and she began to blush furiously at the memory of her afternoon in Lucas's office with his clients.

Sara contemplated the speed at which the car was going and whether she could actually survive a jump from it. Could she get the door open and get out before he grabbed her? Sure, she couldn't escape completely, but if she actually survived the leap at least he wouldn't take her in front of his clients with broken bones and road rash...would he?

"Lucas?"

"Yes, Ms. Samms?" Lucas answered, turning his attention from the passing landscape back to Sara.

His gaze was intense and she squirmed in her seat. A mistake; as this moved the plug he'd put in her ass and reminded her of the scene moments before. And in truth, between the memory of what the men in that office had done to her, the sensual torture Lucas had put her through in the bedroom and the sensation in her ass... well hell... she was incredibly turned on and terrified.

"What are you intending to do to me in front of these people?" Sara tried her hardest to sound matter-of-fact and strong. But it came out sounding a little like a strangled frog.

And of course he laughed. He laughed that slow, deep, throaty chuckle and goose bumps broke out all over Sara.

"Sara," he practically purred. "I have no doubt you think I am a completely depraved, sex-crazed pervert who should be locked away... probably with people who will exact some of the revenge you've been plotting in that pretty head of yours."

"You're characterization is surprisingly spot on," Sara jabbed back in an effort to find some even footing in this conversation.

Lucas continued on as if she hadn't spoken. "What I intend to do in front of 'these people' is to have a fantastic dinner, make small talk with my clients and their wives, or husbands as the case may be, maybe do a little dancing... then excuse myself so that I may go fuck the taste out of my sexy intern's mouth."

Sara found herself in a situation that was rare for her... she was speechless.

"What's the matter, Ms. Samms?" Lucas grinned. "Is it surprise or disappointment that keeps your smart mouth quiet?"

"I...well it's definitely not disappointment..." Sara managed.

"Well then surprise, I suppose," Lucas answered for her. "You're surprised that I can control myself in public, that I don't expect everyone to share my proclivities...much less my pet... or that I can dance?"

Sara grabbed on to anger and indignation, as the safest emotions she could manage at the moment. "Your pet?! Are you kidding me?"

Again Lucas laughed, and this time he was certainly laughing at her. "Ah kitten, poor choice of words I suppose," he offered in what might have been an apologetic manner if it had been coming from anyone else.

Lucas grabbed Sara's hand, then pulled her over so she was sitting sideways on his lap.

"What would you have me say? My toy? My employee?" He leaned in and gently bit the sensitive spot between her neck and her collarbone, while he cupped one of her breasts in his big hand; slowly caressing the nipple. "My lover?" he whispered into her neck and Sara shivered all over as the walls of her pussy contracted.

Lucas released her breast and slid his hand down her body, not stopping until he had his thumb firmly in place on her clit and two fingers seductively stroking her extremely wet slit. "How about my slut? Would you prefer I call you my hot little slut?" He had worked his way back up her neck with his mouth and he whispered these last words in a slow, hot breath directly into her ear.

"Oh god, Lucas," Sara moaned. "Please." She was so in need of release that it was bordering on painful. He was moving his fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy ever so slowly, never giving her enough. She began to rock her hips against his hand. Anything to end this torture.

"Please what, Sara?" he teased. "Please call you my hot little slut?"

Sara bit her bottom lip and tried not to speak, tried not to moan. It was no use, he knew how to play her like a fiddle. He knew exactly how to bring her to the edge and then back off, and he did it expertly.

"Please, Lucas. Please, let me come." She said breathlessly when she couldn't hold back any longer. The pleading in her voice embarrassed and inflamed her. She could feel his rock hard erection just under her ass and she wanted it inside her like she had never wanted anything before.

Abruptly the car slowed and made a turn, then came to a stop.

"Bad timing, love," Lucas said as he unceremoniously removed his hand from between her legs and moved her off his lap on to the seat. "You'd better put your tits back in your dress, lest we blow our boss and intern cover." His amusement was obvious and infuriating. Sara glared at him.

He rearranged his pants and buttoned his jacket closed in an effort to cover his crotch. "You behave yourself at the party and I promise, I'll take care of you later... in spectacular fashion. Now get your ass out of the car."

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The resort was as gorgeous as the rest of the island. Designed in much the same style as Lucas's home, it appeared to be part of the landscape and was surrounded by gorgeous tropical gardens. Sara could only imagine how a week's free vacation in a place like this engendered loyalty on the part of his clients. He was definitely not a dumb man.

Lucas had exited the car in front of her and extended her a hand to help her more gracefully maneuver from the car. A Déjà vu feeling came flooding over her as she once again found herself blushing furiously when she saw Ben. This time however, his face didn't hold amusement, as much as pure unadulterated lust.

It occurred to Sara that, other than Ty, she had seen no other women on the island. Granted, her scope of travel had been pretty limited but she knew the guys who worked at the house all lived in a smaller house on the grounds. She hadn't seen any women coming or going.

Lucas had placed a steadying hand on her hip and propelled her up the walkway that led to the resort entry way. With her first few steps, Sara gasped audibly as the plug in her ass shifted. Small tremors echoed through her pussy with each step she took. She had never felt anything like it.

"Something wrong, Sara?" Lucas asked with a sly grin. He apparently knew the effect the apparatus was having on her.

Sara refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging the sensations. Instead she focused on her observation of a few moments before.

"Lucas," Sara said. "Why don't I ever see any other women on the island?"

"Interesting," he said as they kept walking. "I seem to recall you having a very intimate encounter with a woman on this island. Has that slipped your mind already? Ty will be so hurt."

"No, you ass," she hissed. Leave it to Lucas to not miss an opportunity to embarrass her. "I mean other women. Don't the men who work for you have girlfriends or at least go on dates?"

"Not that this is any of your business but anyone who works with me here on Mikau, and is married, brings their spouse to live with them. But not girlfriends. Girlfriends are a distraction. I need my people to be focused on their jobs. Married people are far more stable and I find they don't have trouble staying on task. But a man whose mind is on chasing pussy, is not a good employee," Lucas answered. "The single men get time away from the island every month so they can take care of those needs."

"Nice to know you control other people's lives too," she quipped. "But what about the single women who work for you?"

"I don't hire single women," Lucas answered matter-of-factly.

"What?!" Sara stopped walking and turned to stare at him. "You don't hire single women? Jesus, just when I think you can't be more of a bastard. Women aren't smart enough to work for your precious company then?"

Lucas merely grabbed her elbow and forced her to keep moving forward, as if she hadn't just thrown a minor hissy fit. "Do shut up, Sara."

As she noticed two couples standing just inside the doorway, he squeezed her elbow hard. Lucas smiled brilliantly and leaned over to whisper in her ear as if he were telling her a joke.

"You just concern yourself with being cordial to my guests. If you let that smart mouth get out of control this evening, I have a whole staff of men who, by now you should realize, will be happy to help me keep it full.," he snarled through his grin. "Now laugh like I just told you something very amusing. Do you understand me?"

Sara put on her best fake smile... and she laughed. "Yes, Lucas."

He let go of her elbow and said, "Good girl."

As they reached the couples, Sara couldn't help but notice the startled expression on the faces of the women... and the lustful ones on the part of the men. While the guests were also dressed for a party... the men in suits ... the women had chosen far more modest clothing than the dress Lucas had picked for her.

"Well, they probably don't have a maniac hell bent on turning them into a slut either," Sara thought to herself miserably. She felt herself slouching; trying to hide in plain sight.

Lucas shook hands with the men and kissed the women on their cheeks. They all looked at him with an adoration that made Sara want to vomit.

"May I introduce you to Sara Samms," Lucas said. "Ms. Samms is part of our internship program." His smile was genuine and his manner relaxed and Sara hated him.

"An internship? Oh, how very lucky you are!" exclaimed one of the women. Sara assumed she was speaking to her, though the woman never took her eyes off of Lucas.

The other woman placed a hand on his forearm. The woman gushed, "That is really incredible Lucas. You are so generous."

Turning to Sara with a far less appreciative gaze, she said, "What an amazing opportunity. I mean, to get the chance to live in this paradise and get paid! Not to mention the honor to work with Mr. Charles...you are a very lucky young lady."

Lucas gave Sara a look that apparently only she could read as menacing.

"Yes, oh yes," Sara answered in the driest, least sarcastic voice she could summon. "I am very fortunate indeed."

"Shall we go to the patio," Lucas asked with a slight approving nod in her direction. "I believe the rest of the guests are outside having drinks, let's join them."

Sara hardly recognized this man. He was clearly in full-on "host mode" and the man that seemed to take such pleasure in torturing her was nowhere to be found.

The woman who already had her hand on Lucas's forearm... Elaine, Sara thought her name was...clutched his arm, ensuring that Lucas would escort her. Her husband fell in beside Lucas and began talking what Sara could only assume was business.

With a deep and silent sigh, Sara prepared to follow the small group. She was perfectly happy and comfortable to not be on the arm of a man, but she wasn't entirely sure she would make it to the patio on these heels. Why did men insist that these things were sexy? Sure, if you were the 1 out of 100 women that could walk in them and not look like a stork with sore feet, they might be sexy. Otherwise, they were just dumb, and in practical and uncomfortable...and that was not even taking into account the large piece of rubber that was firmly inserted in her ass. Every movement was a mixture of irritation and pleasure.

Lost in her mental diatribe against the shoe and sex toy industries... and men, Sara was completely surprised by the arm that wrapped itself around her waist.

"Well, well, well... look who I've found wandering around all by herself," Doc said as he leaned in to kiss Sara's cheek. "How is it that the most beautiful girl in the room doesn't have an escort to the party?"

"Holy mother of god," thought Sara. She had thought Lucas looked smoldering and dangerous in his suit, but Doc... Doc looked downright edible.

And he smelled amazing. What was it about some men's cologne that could cause a woman to get weak in the knees? Whatever he was wearing evoked rapid fire images in Sara's brain of the forest, a mountain stream, an old library, a sailboat ... and fucking.

"Hello," Sara said shyly.

"Hello yourself," Doc said with a grin and a wink. "I certainly hope someone has already told you that you look...what's the word? Amazing, incredible, gorgeous? Luscious... ah yes. Sara, my dear, you look delectable.

She couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence, since she herself had just thought of him as edible. Apparently they were both hungry.

"Thank you, sir. You look quite dashing yourself," Sara responded somewhat stiffly. She may be spellbound by his gorgeous looks, but she certainly hadn't forgotten the last time she'd seen the man. Just the thought of it brought a hot blush to her face.

"You are too kind, my lady," he responded, clearly finding Sara's formality amusing. "Since you have been left here to your own devices, I wonder if you might give me the pleasure of seeing you safely to the affair. I fear there are rogues and scallywags about."

Whether it was his horrible fake British accent or the role of a "gentleman caller" he was affecting, Doc so amused Sara that she laughed out loud.

"I will go with you, sir. But I believe, rather than saving me from the dangers of this island, you will be delivering me into the arms of the rake himself," she replied with her own dreadful take on old English, as she took the arm Doc offered.

"Well, ain't that the truth?" Doc twanged in an equally terrible southern accent and with a dazzling smile. "But if you have to go to hell, I am happy to be your hand basket," he teased.

Sara was so relieved to have an arm to lean on and someone to banter with that she willed herself to forget about the examination he had put her through. He was just a friendly, funny man who happened to be really, really, really sexy... and had made her come in a way she never dreamed of.

As he placed his free hand over the one she was using to hold on to his elbow, memories of where that hand had touched her last caused her already aching lower belly to clench tight. This state of arousal was not helped in the least by the sensations the plug in her ass caused with every step she took.

They were only halfway to the patio when Sara stopped abruptly.

"What is it?" Doc asked with real concern. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to overheat."

"I'm fine," Sara said as she bit her bottom lip. "It's just these ridiculous shoes..."

But she couldn't stop herself from squirming a little, trying in vain to adjust the plug by moving her hips.

At her wiggle, a sudden look of understanding passed through Doc's eyes and he said, "Oh...shoes is it? You wouldn't lie to your doctor now would you?"

Sara just stared at him defiantly. This... this thing in her ass... was partially his fault after all.

"Let me see." He stood in front of her, put a hand on either side of her face and tilted her head up. "Your pupils are dilated, your face is flush, and I can feel your heart is racing. And then there is the fact that those gorgeous nipples of yours are standing out, begging to be touched."

The blood was rushing to Sara's head, if she didn't know better she thought she might pass out. She placed her hands against his chest to steady herself.

"Is there something in your ass, Sara?" the doctor asked very quietly. "You can tell me, I'm a doctor."

"I hate you both," she said equally quietly.

"Do you now?" he asked seriously. "So, if I offered to take you to one of the rooms here and fuck you until you screamed, you'd what? You'd say no?"

"Yes," Sara whispered.

"Yes, you'd say no? Or are you saying "yes", take me to that room Doc?" he asked again.

Sara didn't know the answer.

"You two do know the party is outside, don't you?" Lucas said from just over Doc's shoulder.

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Sara stood completely still. She couldn't see Lucas but she could see the momentary look of annoyance that passed over Doc's face. Annoyance, but no concern.

Doc moved back to Sara's side, putting her arm through his. "Yes, we know Lucas. It's just that, well, Sara and I don't really like the annoying prigs you generally invite to these things. We were just enjoying the only good company to be found before coming to perform for you."

Sara was flabbergasted, and a little amused. She hadn't heard anyone talk to Lucas in anything but a deferential way. And what was that look on his face? Was it possible that Lucas was perhaps a little jealous? "Don't be an idiot Sara," she thought to herself. Irritated that his possession was momentarily misplaced perhaps, but not jealous.

To her utter amazement, Lucas just looked at Doc and then he began to laugh. "Jesus, they are a bunch of annoying prigs, aren't they? But nonetheless, their business pays your salary, old man. So you best get out there and be charming."

Doc smiled a disarming smile at Lucas. "I am more than happy to; charming your ridiculous clients is my specialty after all, it just seems that our Sara here is having a little trouble with some of the accessories you have chosen for her tonight," Doc said to Lucas.

While she was still on Doc's arm, Lucas was now standing right beside her and she was keenly aware that she was sandwich between the two men she both hated, and wanted, more than anyone she'd met in her whole life.

"Is that true, Ms. Samms?" Lucas asked as he stroked her cheek. "What is it exactly? The dress is too revealing or is it the heels are too tall?"

Sara didn't dare open her mouth. The tension was growing stronger by the moment and she was having a hard time breathing.

As Doc pulled her to him closer still, so that her thigh was pressed up against him, Lucas reached through the slit in her skirt and gently caressed her ass.

"Or is it the plug that is at this very moment stretching your ass so that I can bury my cock deep inside you?" Lucas whispered loudly enough for her and Doc to both hear.

"It's all of it, Lucas," she said with what may have been a little bit of a whine.

"I have to say, Lucas," Doc said with something of serious tone in his voice. "As this young lady's doctor, it just isn't healthy to leave her in this state of arousal for too long. I told you how sensitive she was to having something up her ass. She looks like she's about to pass out or make a mess of herself right here in the foyer."

They were clearly enjoying themselves at this point. The fake sincerity of their concerns was infuriating; they were playing with her the way a cat plays with a mouse before it finally pounces.

"I understand your concern, Doc. I guess I underestimated the effect. What do you propose I do about it?" Lucas asked as he rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending he cared about her overstimulation.

"Well, strictly speaking as a doctor, of course, I would advise we blow off this monkey see, monkey do affair you've got going on and take this young lady back to a room and fuck her," Doc said.