Free Hold Me Close by Eliza Gayle Page A

filling her lungs until they almost burned. Then she blew it out on a slow exhale. She’d have to ask her concierge if the island offered Yoga or any meditation type classes. She had a feeling she’d be working extra hard on this vacation to remain calm.
    How could she when she could still feel Dex’s cock stretching her to the brink of pain. He was a lot larger than any of the toys she used. And warmer. Her sex squeezed at the memory and she cried out at the awful sensation of emptiness that accompanied it. The no sex thing had been her stupid rule and yet for months she wanted him to break it. But after Jim, she didn’t know what to do. They’d never had sex either. He said she needed to heal in her own time and he would determine when that would be. Then he’d gotten sick and it had been too late.
    He had no problem granting her orgasms when he thought she deserved them, but they were delivered by hand while he restrained her. The man taught her so much about the lifestyle she loved, but he drove her damned near insane. Then she turned around and followed his lead by insisting her and Dex had to refrain.
    Then she’d broken her rule. No, she didn’t just break her rule, she begged and pleaded and Dex finally gave her what she didn’t want to admit she needed. The feel of the man she’d fallen in love with deep inside her, fucking her so thoroughly he’d scrambled her brain.
    Bonnie sighed. Love . What a stupid and childish emotion.
    Yep, she needed a lot of meditation.
    There was always the dungeon she could seek out for a respite. She’d read through the file the concierge left on her table. There were classes she could take, parties she could attend and it all but implied that if she wanted something more, like sex, she could have it.  
    The island gives you what you need. That's the mantra she kept hearing.
    What the hell was that supposed to mean? I need my Master back.  
    Which one? Her mind taunted her.
    She opened her eyes and focused on the nearby surf. Her fingertips rubbed the collar still resting around her neck. If only it were real and not just a token during a scene.  
    “Are you thinking of me, my Bonnie sub, as you rub my collar?”
    Bonnie’s heart jerked and her body scrambled to turn at the voice. Instead she awkwardly lost her balance and pitched sideways into the sand. Hard hands grabbed her arms and hauled her upright.  
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
    Bonnie turned on Dex with her hand over her heart. “Startle me? You scared the hell out of me. I thought I was alone.” He couldn’t be here. It wasn’t possible. They were hundreds of miles away from Purgatory.
    “Yeah, me too. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the naked woman poised outside my window was none other than the devilish submissive who ran out on our scene.”
    Bonnie winced. She’d expected his anger over her departure, but his voice held more. Disappointment maybe? Or worse, hurt?
    No. She had to be wrong. Dex was an incredible Dom, but he was notorious for remaining detached no matter how deep a scene went. He’d happily give a sub what she needed as long as it had nothing to do with tangled emotions. And hers were all over the map running roughshod over her psyche. So why was he here?
    “What are you doing here?” she asked.
    “I would ask you the same thing but I’m pretty sure we were set up. Gabe sent me here on an assignment to check out their dungeon. Kept going on and on about how incredibly state of the art it is and that refusing the invitation to visit would reflect poorly on Purgatory. He also insisted there were personal matters going on in his life that prevented him from leaving town at the moment.”
    Crushing disappointment pressed down on Bonnie’s chest. For a fleeting moment she thought he’d come for her. That he wanted her so badly he wouldn’t let her walk away and had literally come to what felt like the edge of the earth to find her.
    “I’m supposed to be on