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Author’s note:

This BDSM story includes factors of pain and bruising. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Please note that this is a work of fiction. BDSM relationships aren’t to be entered into lightly. In the interest of narrative momentum this story smooths over some of the care that should be taken when entering such a relationship.

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Brooke watched him emerge from the limousine like a tiger from its lair.

The Sun Point Resort’s website had suggested a glamorous and attractive clientele. Photos of the pool had showcased young, lithe bodies draped across loungers or grinning in the sun. The veranda bar and the upscale Italian and Japanese restaurants featured affluent older couples in clever attire. The staff looked cheerful, sharply dressed, and smiling.

The reality, especially at check-in time, was somewhat less elegant. Brooke pressed herself back against the wall to dodge a harried-looking bellhop pushing an Everest of luggage. Behind trailed a pair of pale tourists, their heavy clothing a poor match for the Caribbean sun. Younger travelers in line craned their necks toward the back of the lobby, hoping for a glimpse of the beach.

The new arrival, in contrast, seemed already at home, relaxed, and confident. When a bellhop stepped forward the man slipped something into his hand. The ebony-skinned young man grinned expansively before rushing to collect luggage from the clamshell of the limousine’s trunk.

The man was handsomely dressed in a linen suit, black shirt, and gleaming shoes. A glittering watch hung lazily at his wrist, announcing both wealth and disinterest in digital clutter. Dark glasses reached past graying temples. Imposingly tall, he nonetheless seemed comfortable in his body, neither stooping nor awkward. He bent to offer a hand to his companion.

Brooke had been distracted by the man, but now she became transfixed by the young woman he helped from the limo. If the man had reminded her of a predator, the woman’s exit from the vehicle called to mind a flower blooming. First a delicate arm, then a headful of gleaming black locks, then a bare knee emerged. Though the young woman -Brooke would later learn their names were Paige and Daniel- kept her eyes lowered, she owned her space every bit as much as her man.

The perks of wealth continued to unfold. Daniel handed the bellhop something from his wallet. The bellhop dashed behind the reception counter, and, ignoring dirty looks from one of the receptionists, jabbed his finger at an unoccupied computer. Less than a minute later he returned with a room key. With the other guests still in line, the bellhop whisked Daniel and Brooke toward the elevators.

“This place is fucking fanTASTic!”

“What? Oh, yeah.” Brooke tore her attention from the new couple. Her friend Kath had returned, two room keys in hand. “Did you get them to switch rooms?”

“Yes!” Kath said. Her eyes were lit with excitement. “They got us the right room this time. Really cool about it. We have a pool view. I Love this place!”

Kath led Brooke toward the elevators, bags in tow. The bellhop, Kath insisted, would expect tips just for carrying their bags; that would be money better spent on drinks. The two continued their conversation, Kath gushing about the resort, and elbowing Brooke to point out groups of cute guys, several of which returned her flirtatious glances.

Brooke, however, felt uncharacteristically quiet. One image stuck in her mind, something both tantalizing and disturbing. When the couple passed her earlier, Brooke had enjoyed a close-up view of them. A narrow but tight band of metal gave insight into their relationship.

Paige was collared.

***

“There is no late or early,” Kath explained to Brooke. “We’re on beach time. We eat when we want, drink when we want, swim when we want…”

“But not get poolside loungers,” Brooke observed. “Looks like they’re all taken.”

Day one, the friends had agreed, would begin with a lazy morning poolside. But by the time they woke, ate breakfast, and changed into their bikinis, it was past ten. The pool was already swarming with like-minded guests.

“What about those?” Kath wove between the unoccupied loungers farthest from the pool toward a vacant pair taking up a prime spot at the front.

Brooke pointed out an elegantly printed sign resting on each of the chairs. “They’re reserved.”

“Well poop,” Kath grumbled. The blonde shot another glance around the pool deck before dropping her bag onto one of the loungers just behind the reserved ones. “It’s fine. We don’t have to be right at the edge of the pool. This way more guys will get to check us out when we go for a dip.”

Guys would certainly check Kath out. Her friend never lacked male attention, and at the resort, where she could spend most of the day in a bikini, Kath would have more than usual. Brooke watched with a tinge of envy as Kath went to dip a foot in the pool. “It’s heavvvenly!” she called back.

The pair settled into a blissful morning. Both took turns in the pool, read, played with their phones, and commented on the other guests. Just when they began to discuss the first umbrella drink of the day, they discovered who had reserved the loungers in front of them.

Daniel strode across the pool deck with the same presence that Brooke had admired the previous day. Even wearing board shorts and an unbuttoned floral shirt, he exuded a relaxed self-confidence. He was unusually fit for a man over fifty. His hair was graying, but his body looked like it should belong to a younger man.

But like the day before, Paige was equally compelling. She wore a gauzy wrap which did little to hide her bikini or the curves of her body. She was taller than Brooke, probably five-foot-seven, and with the legs to match. The men that had been admiring Kath and Brooke raised their eyes to gawk. Brooke guessed that she was around thirty years old.

“Thaaat’s an interesting fashion statement,” Kath whispered, pointing discreetly toward the collar. “You sure this isn’t some secret bondage resort?”

“No, that one was booked,” Brooke joked.

As the couple took the spot just in front of Brooke, she began to get a feel for their relationship. Daniel was extremely protective and solicitous of Paige, adjusting the sunshade, ordering her lunch, and seeing to her comfort. When Paige came back from a swim Daniel met her with a fresh towel. If the collar signified some kind of dominant/submissive dynamic, Daniel certainly wasn’t behaving in the way that Brooke had associated with a BDSM relationship. Just after lunch that she picked up another clue.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked. After returning from a swim, Paige leaned back to welcome the early afternoon sun. She appeared content but tugged several times at the delicate collar.

“It’s okay,” Paige responded.

“What are you doing?” Daniel repeated, this time with a harder edge to his voice.

“Trying to get an even tan.”

“It’s too tight for that. Do you want me to remove it?”

“No!” Paige said quickly. Her hand flew to her neck.

Daniel persisted. “I can. Like we talked about before the trip.”

“It’s okay?” Paige gave him a searching stare.

“For the pool and beach only. And you know what else I have to do.”

Paige nodded. For a long moment she weighed the decision before giving a soft reply. “Yes.”

“Okay,” Daniel said. “After dinner tonight.” He sat up, draping his legs over the side of the lounger to face Paige. Brooke caught a glimpse of the man’s well-defined calves and quads. Did he run? Bike?

Paige, too, sat up, turning away from Daniel. While she pulled her hair out of the way her man located the clasp at the back of the collar. With care, Daniel loosened the clasp and pulled the collar away. Paige sucked in a breath but let him pocket the now limp collar. A ring of pale flesh marked where the metal had lain against her skin.

She must rarely take it off, Brooke wondered. She wanted to ask Kath if she had noticed, but they were too close to speak without being overheard. Before she could lure Kath back to the pool a group of three young men approached.

“It’s the craziest thing,” the grinning bro at the front said. “We’re trying to go parasailing but the guys at the activity center say you need at least five people.”

“And they can’t all be dudes,” another said, his eyes running over first Kath’s body, then Brooke’s.

Kath shot Brooke a hopeful glance. “It would be wrong not to help out,” she said.

“I suppose so.” Brooke hadn’t come to the resort for anything as adventurous as parasailing, but Kath clearly wanted to. And the guys were cute. “But only if you promise to buy us some drinks afterward.”

***

“Oh my gawwwd, that was fun!” Kath gushed. The two were buzzed and pleasantly tired after an afternoon on the water. The walk from the activity dock back toward their room gave the friends a chance to talk. “You want to meet up with them later?”

Brooke knew what ‘meeting up’ meant. Kath had already made a connection with one of the guys, Brandon. Their hands had been all over each other on the boat and later at the bar. Kath was sure to slip away with him at some point tonight.

“I’ll think about it,” Brooke said, but she had already decided it wasn’t likely. Brandon’s friends were cute enough, but the desire evaded her. “Hey,” she said, remembering the question from earlier. “Remember at the pool, that couple in front of us?”

“The BDSM rich dude with the hottie?”

Brooke laughed. “Yeah, those two. Did you see when he took her collar off?”

“I did,” Kath said. She gave a faint nod. “That was kinda Hot.”

“It was like she didn’t really want him to.”

“Wanted, didn’t want.”

“Yeah…” Brooke said. She trailed off, her mind struggling to connect what she had witnessed to a more conventional relationship.

Kath lowered her sunglasses, giving Brooke an exaggerated stare. “You’re into it? I got a pair of fuzzy handcuffs back home. If I’d have known you wanted me to bring them…”

“No,” Brooke sputtered, “shut up!”

“Just checking,” Kath said. She threw up her arms defensively. “Not here to judge.”

“Well do you get it? I’ve never seen anything like that in real life.”

Kath seemed finally to give the topic genuine consideration. “Adam and I fooled around with cuffs when we were still dating. Fun, but that couple earlier, that looked professional-grade to me.”

“Yeah, they’re serious about it.” Again Brooke trailed off. She’d seen her distribute of light bondage in Porn, but what she’d observed between Paige and Daniel was authentic.

“Hey,” Kath said. “First dibs on the Shower. You may not want to go out tonight, but I do and I plan to be looking FINE!”

***

Later, after Kath had made her final entreaties to join her at the club, and Booke made her final excuses, she had the room to herself.

“I burn too easily,” she said to her reflection. Brooke stripped off her bikini to stand bare in front of the bathroom mirror. Even having applied sunblock that morning her shoulders and neck were noticeably pink. ‘Your Irish heritage,’ her mother called it. The freckles, green eyes, and delicate, vulnerable features. And her red hair. Almost red, rather. No one would describe Brooke’s hair as flaming tresses. Auburn? Red-ish? Strawberry? At twenty-five, she still hadn’t decided.

Creamy skin, though. Brooke didn’t, for a minute, wish she had olive skin like Kath. The ability to carelessly lounge in the sun would be nice, but ivory skin, to Brooke, was a family heirloom. Her mother, grandmother, even her shockingly pale brother all wore it proudly.

She rubbed lotion on the pink areas, hoping to forestall any discomfort. Brooke’s fingers first slicked her shoulders then her neck and chest. She took the opportunity to inspect her figure. Frail wasn’t the right word to describe it; Brooke ran and kept up her yoga. Slim? No, the term was imprecise. Willowy. Small breasts, trim belly, prominent hip bones, and toned but slender legs. Had her mother once been so slight?

Lotion applied, Brooke’s fingers still lingered at her neck. Impulsively she dug into her bag, fumbling through the inexpensive jewelry one brings to the islands, pieces that if lost in the surf wouldn’t be greatly missed. Her fingers found a familiar, intricate choker. With trembling hands, she fastened it around her throat.

The mirror favored the look. The woven silver choker suited Brooke, calling attention to the hollows of her neck, the veins pulsing with life. A stab of forbidden arousal shot through her as she pictured herself wearing not a piece of mere jewelry, but a heavier mark of ownership. Brooke thought how she would look next to Paige. Taller, more voluptuous, and, Brooke had to admit, more aggressively gorgeous than her, Paige was impossible to ignore. Is that all a man like Daniel would see? Paige was younger, skinnier, and… what, more vulnerable? Didn’t some men like that?

Why had her thoughts turned to Daniel? He was twice her age. More. He was handsome, yes, and carried himself with unchallenged confidence. Kath’s friend Brandon and his companions were younger, with sharp muscles and carefree smiles. Brooke should be with them now, laughing, dancing, and deciding which of them she’d let take her home.

Maybe tomorrow. Keeping the choker on, Brooke flicked off the lights and wriggled into bed, naked. She slipped a hand to her damp slit. Who would fuck her tonight, Daniel, or a man her age?

Was she Brooke, or was she Paige?

***

The next morning Brooke rose before Kath, who had returned to their room just before dawn. Not wanting to disturb her friend, she quickly changed into her bikini and slunk out of the room. She left the choker behind.

This early, Brooke had her choice of loungers, but chose nonetheless to seat herself next to the pair reserved for Daniel and Paige. She wasn’t really that interested in them, she told herself. It would be just another one of the day’s entertainments. People-watching was at all times one of the top attractions at a resort.

As the morning bloomed, the pool deck filled up. A few older couples made their way down, followed by new arrivals willing to get an early begin. A heavyset man wearing round sunglasses explored the shallow end of the pool, smiled, then flopped onto his back, sending ripples racing across the water. The towel station did a brisk company.

Daniel and Paige made their entrance less than half an hour later. Brooke, who had been looking for them, first noticed Daniel. Today he looked more purposeful, still relaxed, but with longer strides and fewer glances around his environment. He wore the previous day’s board shorts and a muted floral shirt.

What the older man chose not to bother with, his companion brought in eye-catching abundance. Paige was striking in a white bikini and strappy sandals. Today she was carrying her wrap draped over one arm. Brooke admired the woman’s slim ankles decorated by anklets, and her Ass, highlighted by the thong bikini bottoms. The collar was absent, in its place a ring of still pale skin.

And there was something else. As she turned to seat herself, Paige faced Brooke for two or three seconds. What happened to her chest? Paige turned away too quickly to see.

After helping Paige settle in, Daniel excused himself. “Going to go for a quick swim before the pool gets too crowded,” he explained. He doffed the shirt and shortly busied himself with laps. Brooke admired the play of well-maintained muscles on his shoulders and back, but her thoughts kept returning to Paige. Trying not to appear obvious, she rolled onto her side.

There was something there. On the side of Paige’s breast, just visible at the edge of her bikini top, were three or four dark marks. And, although her view wasn’t perfect, Brooke wondered she spotted another on the woman’s other breast. What had happened?

Paige’s book slid from the edge of her lounger. When she turned to retrieve it her eyes met Brooke’s. Could she tell, Brooke thought? Would it have been obvious, even through their sunglasses, that Brooke had been checking her out?

“Oh, thannnk you!” Kath’s voice jolted Brooke, tearing her eyes from Paige. “Thanks for saving me a chair. And poolside! Hell yeah!”

Brooke turned away from Paige, happy for the excuse. To her other side, Kath was spreading her towel and settling in. “You’re out here earlier than I thought,” Brooke managed to say.

“Brandon did let me sleep a bit last night,” she laughed.

“Fun time?” Brooke had now turned entirely away from Paige.

“Mmm yeah,” Kath said. Her eyes were still slitted, as if she might drift off to sleep again. “You should have come out last night. The club was fun as shit.”

“It’s fine. Maybe tonight. Brandon and you…?”

“Yeah,” Kath said. She gave Brooke a clumsy wink. “I think it might have been a while since he got any though.”

Brooke lowered her voice to a whisper. “Short ride?”

“The first one.” Kath showed a smug smile. “But the morning wood was so good.”

“Damn girl!” Brooke swept her eyes down and up Kath as if seeing her for the first time. “Bet you wore that dude out.”

“No way we see him before lunch.”

The pair lay back in their loungers, soaking up the Caribbean sun. Kath filled in the details of her night at the club – the DJ, the men, and what the other women were wearing. Brooke confessed to her quiet night, omitting the part about masturbating while wearing the choker. Daniel returned from his swim.

After lunch, Brooke convinced Kath to rent kayaks. The two drove their boats through the surf, splashed each other, and found excuses to float near a particularly cute windsurfing instructor. Both ended up pleasantly tired, but for Kath it was too much.

“I’m still tired from last night, I guess.” Kath picked up her bag. “Grab a nap inside.”

“Okay. I’m gonna chill here.”

Brooke listened to music, reapplied her sunblock, and drifted briefly asleep. The buzzing of a phone woke her.

“Yes? What? No. No, that isn’t how we’re going to play this.”

Brooke glanced over to see Daniel rising from his lounger, phone in hand. With an apologetic nod toward Paige he took his conversation toward a more private corner of the resort grounds. Brooke felt sorry for whoever was on the other end of the call. Before Paige could notice her interest, Brooke lay back once more.

“Do you have some questions?”

“I’m sorry. What?”

It was Paige. The brunette had rolled onto her side to squarely face Brooke. “I asked you if you had any questions.”

“Mmmm?” Brooke squinted in what she hoped would look like authentic confusion. “Questions about what?”

Paige brushed a hand from her neck to her cleavage, fingers lingering on what Brooke was now certain were bruises. “Earlier you were staring at me.”

“I… I’m sorry.” Paige blushed. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay. Ask. We’re used to it.” Paige’s brown eyes were boring into Brooke’s, daring her.

“No, I… really. I’m so sorry. I just noticed it. Surprised me.”

“Did you think he assaulted me?”

“No,” Brooke said quickly. Nothing about Paige suggested she had been abused. If anything she wanted to call attention to her marks. “I just don’t-“

“Understand?” Paige said, completing Brooke’s sentence.

“Right. Yes. I mean, I’m so sorry.”

“You can stop apologizing. Daniel and I are proud of our relationship. I’m Paige.”

“I’m Brooke.”

“So do you want to?”

Brooke was flustered and off track. “Want to what?”

“Understand.”

“Oh. Understand your relationship? It isn’t really my place, I’m-“

“Or the lifestyle,” Paige continued. “Some people are curious about the lifestyle.”

Confusion threatened to swallow Brooke. She had expected to discover Paige upset with her earlier stares, but if anything the beauty seemed willing to distribute. Brooke could have demurred, thanked Paige for being so understanding before immersing herself back in her music or book. But the opportunity tugged at her. She did want to know.

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