things
kind of rough. Not harmful, but so I have no control. Simon was so
... well, boring. I never told him this because I was afraid he
would use it as an excuse to start slapping me around."
"Hmm ... so you have a little adventurer in
you, after all."
"Maybe ... stop looking at me like that! I'm
not a freak."
"I never said you were a freak. I really
enjoy playing in the scene, and I don't consider myself strange. I
like it a bit rough at times, too. Why do you look so surprised?
I've spanked your bare bottom, remember?"
Jade bristled, "Like being spanked is
something I could forget. I just assumed you were one of those
old-fashioned guys that thought things should regress to the 1950's
or something. You know, keep the girl barefoot and pregnant; no
talking unless permitted; don't let her read, so she is dumber than
dirt. You know the type."
"Put your quills down, girl. Besides, that
view is more from the 1600's than the 1950's," he chuckled. "My
belief system is quite contrary to what you think. If you knew
anything about my company, you would see that over 60% of my
employees are women and that my board members are comprised of six
women and five men. My corporate attorney is a brilliant woman, as
are my accountants. I am very pro-female-advancement in the
business world, and I support women's education and even provide
scholarships for my employees who want to better themselves. This
was my mother's influence. She was an amazing woman, and also a
very submissive one. I just believe that, at home, things need to
balance out."
"Balance out? Like how?" Jade looked at him
skeptically.
Griffon snapped a twig in his hands, noticing
how she immediately cringed. Good! She was catching on! "It is my
desire that a woman be allowed to have the chance to be in her
female role at home. The responsibilities of the modern world
forces you gals to be in your male role so much that I think a lot
of you forget the pleasures of simply being a woman."
"Are you kidding? How archaic is that?"
"Not archaic, just my personal belief. To me,
there is nothing more exciting than seeing a hard-core executive
businesswoman—who spends her day kicking butt—come home, shed her
suit, and curl up like a little kitten in my lap. Or even better,
put her bare bottom across it."
"Does Tasha do that with you?" Jade asked,
carefully.
"Tasha and I are best friends, and yes, there
are occasions where she needs my correction. She is a bit of a
masochist at times," he chuckled, fondly.
"You are insane."
"Maybe, but that is how I am. I love to care
for my partner and have her be able to trust me enough to depend on
me outside of the office."
"That is because you are a control
freak."
"That I am. I am also the king of this
island. See?" He placed a curved palm cuff resembling a crown atop
his head. "My word is law and I command you to be a sweet, gentle,
submissive woman whenever we are in camp." Griffon grinned
playfully, enjoying the conflict of emotions racing across her
features. It was obvious that she was intrigued by the idea, but
her stubborn facade refused to permit her to admit to it.
"Just because you wear the crown doesn't mean
you get to decide my fate."
"Wanna bet? I'll make a deal with you."
Griffon handed her some boards from the smashed boat keel. "Play
along, and I will take you back to the thermal springs."
That was enough to get Jade to agree.
***
The promise of sunny weather progressed
through the day, although with it came the heat and humidity of the
tropics. Jade collapsed under the shade of a palm tree. "Isn't this
when you begin to feed me grapes and fan me with giant elephant-ear
leaves?"
"Will this do, Your Majesty?" Griffon asked,
handing her a juicy mango.
"For the time being. Damn, it's hot."
"Are you in the mood for a swim?" Griffon
asked. "I saw a lagoon on the other side of the island that is
shaded with palm trees. We have enough food, water, and wood
collected for now that we can take a break."
"That