Free Disciplined by Allison Hobbs

cleaned up in no time,” Louis assured her. “Will you accept the reward?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t like being in the midst of sexual gymnastics if I’m not an active participant.”
    “You were the center of attention,” he reminded her.
    She sucked her teeth. “If I agree to stay, you have to assure me, there’ll be no more tricks,” she said in irritation.
    “Indeed not. No tricks,” Louis assured her.
    “And get rid of Michael and Greg. I don’t want those smug eunuchs working for me in any capacity.”
    “As you wish,” Louis replied. “Now, does madam accept the reward?” he repeated.
    Her spirits improved drastically. Denoting her agreement, Yoyin exhaled audibly.
    CHAPTER 8
    I nside her personal quarters, two island women, Kina and Palila—replacements for Michael and Greg—bathed her, washed her hair, and brushed it to a glistening shine. Yoyin sat on the side of the bed as Palila knelt and applied a sweet-smelling cream to her feet and legs. Kina applied the same potion to her back, arms, and breasts. The two women, petite and strikingly beautiful, had delicate facial features and warm, dark-brown eyes.
    They were barefoot and dressed in short sarongs, their tummies bare and only a tiny piece of fabric covering their pert breasts Their beautiful tiny waistlines, whittled from years of hula dancing, Yoyin suspected, looked to be about twenty inches, maybe less. Both women were blessed with heavy blankets of midnight-black hair that trailed down their backs to their tailbones.
    On closer inspection, Kina and Palila looked like female replicas of Michael and Greg. Were all the inhabitants of Ka-le’a flawlessly beautiful? Yoyin wondered curiously, her eyebrows crinkled in concentration.
    Palila held up a silk, floral-print nightgown for Yoyin’s approval. Yoyin wrinkled her nose. The exotic beauty opened a bureau drawer in search of more suitable evening wear.
    Yoyin waved her hand. “Don’t bother. I prefer nudity. There’ll be no silk barriers between me and my lover.” She shook her head adamantly. “No pretenses of romance. I’ll greet him with my legs outstretched and my cunt open, wet and willing to be ravished.”
    Without batting an eye, Palila gave a gracious nod. “As you wish, madam.”
    Meanwhile, Kina glided over to a vase of flowers and took one from the bouquet. She separated the brilliant red flower from the stem. “This is for your hair. You’ll look lovely.”
    Yoyin recoiled. “Don’t put that ridiculous flower in my hair!”
    “It’s tradition,” Palila added, her pretty face alit with a sweet smile.
    “Do you think I give a bloody hell about your primitive customs? I’ve had enough of your stupid mores and norms. I’m furious that I was conned into believing that hellish banquet was held in my honor. I was humiliated beyond belief. They treated me—” She paused and poked herself in the chest. “I’m the second in line to the Stafford tea fortune, yet I was regarded as if I had no more value than…garnish on a tray.” She paused for a beat and looked toward the ceiling. “I was treated with the same consideration given a bloody sprig of parsley.” Yoyin took in a heated burst of air. “Now, listen…” She pointed menacingly at the two women. “I’ve been fucking around on this island since early afternoon. That damned hibiscus is the last thing I care about. I want what Merrick promised—a fuck session with a big brute, someone hung like a stallion.”
    “He’ll be arriving shortly.” A mysterious twinkle filled Kina’s eyes.
    “Good! Now, I want to make myself abundantly clear. I don’twant to talk to either of you—or my fuck partner. No verbal pleasantries and no adornments.” Resolute, she folded her arms over her pert breasts.
    Undeterred, Kina attached a hairpin to the flower. “Here in Ka-le’a, the hibiscus is known as pua aloalo . The flower has many properties, madam. You may find it interesting to know that