Free Hold Me Close by Eliza Gayle

her legs folded under her. Glimpses of breasts as she moved indicated they were as generous as the rest of her, making it easy for him to imagine nipples as sensitive as her clit. He loved soft women that filled his hands. Her smooth and graceful moves indicated she might be trained in submission. Maybe she was one of the attendees for this weekend’s retreat he would participate in.  
    He admired the slope of her shoulders and the curve of her neck. She looked so much like Bonnie from this angle. He decided then and there she would be the one he chose to use for his demonstrations. His body tightened with need. Maybe Gabe had been right and the island would be the perfect place for him to exercise his demons.
    Just then the wind kicked up and the brunette grabbed her hair and piled it on top of her head. Disappointment lanced through Dex when he spied the leather collar around her neck. There weren’t a lot of Doms who wanted to share their collared submissives with strangers. And he’d already been imagining a long hard night with the woman who obviously needed to be on her knees.
    What a pity. He’d have to hold out hope that another woman like this one would be available to share a scene with him. He started to turn away when another gust of wind sent a smattering of cherry blossom leaves across the woman’s skin, leaving many of them stuck to her arm and shoulders.  
    He glanced down at his tattoo drawing and imagined this woman sporting his design. As a half sleeve on her left or right arm it would look incredible. The woman shifted sideways and attempted to swipe away some of the flower petals stuck to her skin. He had to resist the urge to go out there and help her. She plucked each one free and tossed them into the wind. When the last was removed, she lifted her hand and pushed the hair out of her face.
    What the fuck?
    Not possible.  
    He didn’t believe in coincidence or fate. No matter what the guy who delivered him and his bags to the cottage earlier said. This island had nothing to do with giving him what he needed. He was damned sure that rested squarely on Gabe’s shoulders. Matchmaking little fucker had no idea what he’d done.  
    Half-pissed and half-excited, Dex slammed out his front door and followed the wooden path to the beach. He’d spent the entire day trying to get Bonnie off his mind only to get sucker punched in the worst and best possible way. Now, he had a submissive to teach a thing or two too.

Chapter Seven

    Bonnie stared into the darkness and soaked in the wildness of nature churning around her. She’d woken from her nap, refreshed but restless. No matter what she did, it was impossible to get Dex and what they’d done off her mind. She finally had sex and loved it. So much in fact that the irresistible pull to do it again warred with the part of her head that reminded her how fucked up she was.
    Sick of fighting with herself she did what she always did when the world became too much. She got on her knees. What had started out as part of her basic submissive training with Jim had turned into a necessary part of her day. It calmed her mind to kneel and focus on nothing but her breathing and immediate surroundings. Which today happened to be the most amazing storm she’d ever witnessed.
    The island had greeted her with bright sunshine and vivid colors earlier in the day and it had been nice. But it didn’t match the turmoil inside her like this storm did. She loved the change. Bonnie placed her palms face up on her knees and closed her eyes in order to center her thoughts. There was something especially freeing about being naked on an island beach in the middle of nowhere. She was alone and yet she wasn’t. She had no idea how many people resided in that big castle that loomed over the small island. And yet, here inside this sunken square of deck with her legs cushioned by the pristine sand, she was completely one hundred percent alone.
    She took a deep breath through her nose,