Free Disciplined by Allison Hobbs Page A

it endows the wearer with enhanced feminine essence and allows you to reach unimaginable sexual heights.”
    Yoyin considered Kina’s words. “Hmm. Sounds tempting. But I’m certain someone already made that promise while I was forced to lie inert on that hard, cold silver platter.”
    Kina and Palila stroked Yoyin’s hair comfortingly. “Wearing this flower during the act of passion will produce the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.”
    Yoyin sucked her teeth. “Very well.” She unfolded her arms. “If you must be so bloody persistent, then go ahead and pin it on my hair.”
    Kina upswept one side of Yoyin’s silken honey hair and attached the red flower.
    “On second thought, there is something I’d like to wear. You!” She pointed to Palila. “You! Go and look inside my wardrobe. Get my gold, Gucci fuck-me-shoes.”
    Palila bowed her head graciously and daintily padded toward the wardrobe.
    Kina stood back and admired the pua aloalo . “There is one condition, madam.”
    Exasperated, Yoyin sighed heavily. “What now!”
    “Mr. Merrick has requested that you wear a blindfold.”
    “I’ve done that already. I refuse.”
    Kina parted her lips to speak, but Yoyin held up a hand. “Thesubject is not open for discussion. Merrick should mind his business. He’s such a bloody control freak. Why’s he so mysterious? I wish he’d pop over so I can tell him to his face that he’s a bloody louse. Get him on the phone and tell him that Yoyin Ayikade said to fuck off, go to hell, and kiss my ass!” Angrily, she shook the flower loose from her hair.
    “The blindfold must be in place.” Kina pressed her small lips together determinedly. Her brilliant laughing eyes became hard and devoid of their former sparkle. “If you wish to leave this island, sexually deprived, your transportation will be arranged at once.” There was finality in Kina’s tone that Yoyin found unsettling.
    “Oh, all right, I’ll stay,” Yoyin said. “But you don’t have to be so pushy.”
    With the flower readjusted in her hair, Yoyin stood out on the balcony flanked by the two female assistants. Waiting for the arrival of her stud, Yoyin looked down at the tropical foliage and the unending stretch of pure white sand and begrudgingly admitted to herself that Ka-le’a was remarkably beautiful.
    The three women waited in silence, listening to the sounds of the crashing ocean and the active sea birds that sang nocturnal mating calls. Washed in moonlight, she stood naked with a flower in her hair and a pair of Gucci heels on her feet. Her state of agitation had magically melted away.
    Heavy footsteps announced arrival. He’s here! A relieved rush of air burst from her lungs. Kina held up the blindfold. Yoyin didn’t bristle. Feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach, she gave a head nod and Kina placed the fabric over her eyes.
    Yoyin shivered as she heard her lover’s footsteps grow near. She felt him approach from behind. He wrapped his arms aroundher, tightening his embrace as if she might attempt a sudden escape.
    She had no intention of breaking free. This was what she’d been waiting for—anonymous, decadent, and dirty sex. Surprisingly, she was comforted by his embrace.
    She felt a passion and connection with him. There was something very familiar about this man. She wondered if her stud was someone she’d already met?
    Feeling uncharacteristically affectionate, she dropped her head, rubbed her cheek against the soft hairs on his arm, and then buried her face in the crook of his arm and deeply inhaled his aroma. His natural masculine scent aroused her passion unlike any expensive male fragrance ever had.
    Yoyin was a towering figure in her stilettos, but the stranger, at least a head taller, bent over and pressed his bare chest against her back. Her heart thundered. Her lover did not have on clothing! He’d come to her—strode through her quarters—naked in the night. Oh, how incredibly