Melanie's POV

We had just gotten back from shopping when he escorted me off the boat. Lunch, shopping and our little diversion had really been fun. Sailing through the lagoons enjoying the sun I wouldn't forget this Valentine's Day.

"Something smells good," I said walking into the house. "Is that dinner?"

"Yes. I had a chef come in and fix a lovely meal for tonight."

"You did all of this for little ole me?"

"Yes. You're my girl and I wanted our first Valentine's Day to be special."

"Well you have outdone yourself. My last Valentine's Day date was in high school. Tommy Frenchman, who was the star basketball player, had taken me out for a picnic on the basketball court; where he talked about basketball all night. I did learned the difference between a two pointer and a three pointer."

"Sounds exciting."

"Yeah right. The best thing was that his mom made Oreo balls."

He chuckled. "Well unfortunately Oreo balls are not on the menu."

"That's okay, I think I can do without. So what do you have planned for tonight? You have whisked me away for a private rendezvous so if I'm correct you have more in store."

"Well as you may know I won the bet."

"Yes, I know you won, you've told me only a thousand times," I said rolling my eyes letting out an agitated breath.

"Don't hate, appreciate."

"You're corny."

"Actually I'm sexy, hot, have a nice ass, have big muscles, dreamy eyes, I can keep going if you want."

"No thank you, big head."

"He's not only big, but long, thick and juicy. You should know him quite well by now."

"Stop, please stop."

"But you tell me not too. As I remember you said please don't st..." I cut him off by pushing him against the wall.

"Either shut up or your bed will be ice cold tonight. You will be wearing long johns to keep warm."

"That would be awful, but then I would have to crawl up in my favorite place and hibernate," he said leaning down winking at me.

"Marc what am I going to do with you?"

"I'm sure we can figure something out." He leaned in some more and kissed me on the neck.

"Excuse me sir but there is a very important phone call for you in the foyer," the maid said trying not to stare.

"Did they say who they were, Halina?"

"No sir."

"I wonder who it can be?" I asked as he pulled away.

"Not sure. Only a few people know where we are."

"Go take it. I need a nap."

"Dinner will be ready in two hours. Go take a nap because you are going to need your energy for tonight."

"You nasty."

"Just for you," he said kissing me on the cheek and walking away. I watched as he walked out the room following Halina. We were in one of the huge gallery rooms and I noticed a piano in the corner. The room was airy and bright with beautiful canvases on the wall. The gentle wind from the outside blew the drapes open catching my attention. Right outside was a small balcony; walking outside, there was a breathtaking view of the cliffs.

Lush green forest and small rivers ran through the tranquil land. Birds flying in pairs above me and a scent of flowers blooming all around seem to calm me. I stood letting the remainder of the sun flourish all around me. I felt relax but horny at the same time.

I walked back in the room and a painting seemed to move. I looked around only to get that feeling again. A beautiful woman, which I assumed was Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, was draped in a long white gown. She was surrounded by the same flowers that were outside in the garden and bridge below. She was sprawled out across a lounge chaise and her head was turned to the side looking right at me.

I walked closer to the painting as though it was calling to me. I touched her face, staring into her eyes and flashes of Marc and I replayed but this time it was different. I stood before him suspended in the air, naked and bound at the wrists while he sat in a chair observing. He watched never moving or making a sound until eventually he did stand, walked over to me and glided his hands across my body. He continued touching every part until his fingers made their way below. My body bucked, grinding and begging for more. He wrapped my legs around his shoulders, replacing his fingers with that warm hot tongue.

My face contorted, my body shook as he drank his fill. I could hear my moans vibrating through my body and my screams of sheer pleasure came twirling around us. I gripped the cord above holding on for dear life but he never released me.

Pure energy sent a shockwave from my toes and expelled through my mouth as inaudible sounds. I was holding on for dear life as I watched him pull back with his mouth dripping with my juices. He pulled me down where I stood on my tippy toes. Before I could catch my breath he bent me over, spread my cheeks and took me by surprised. He wrapped his arms under my stomach pulling me back into him.

My hair covered me like a curtain while he kissed me up my spine. Once he made it to my last vertebra, my head shot up where he gripped the side of my face turning it towards him kissing me. My hands were still tied and all I wanted to do was touch him.

The heat began to rise again, there was no stopping him. Cupping my throat with one hand, he ran his thumb across my bottom lip and moved his other hand between my legs. I sucked his thumb and my eyes widen in sheer delight while I felt my body shake uncontrollably while he massaged my button. He spoke in Galician but whatever he said had my juices flowing. It seemed as if a never ending river was flowing down my legs and there was nothing either of us could do.

"Miss?"

"Yes," I quickly turn towards a voice jumping in fear. I brought my hands down to my sides. I felt breathless and that same liquid broke free running down my legs leaving a small wet spot in front of my dress. Damn I missed my panties!

"Are you alright?" Halina the maid asked.

"Yes. Throat a little dry but I'm sure it's because it's so hot outside." I started to fan myself.

"Would you like a drink?"

"No, I'll be fine."

"Mr. Hernandez is still on his call. Would you like for me to run your bath for tonight?"

"I can do it."

"Mr. Hernandez told me to. He has the hair and make-up artist coming to get you ready for tonight. You only have an hour until dinner."

"He said two hours."

"Mr. Hernandez has been on the phone for over an hour. You have been in here the whole time. Are you sure you're okay?"

I looked at my watch and sure enough I had been standing here for almost an hour looking at this picture. Okay was I officially losing my mind?

"You know maybe you should run my bath before dinner after all."

She bowed and walked away. I looked back at the picture squinting to see if it would move again but it didn't. I shook my head and walked away.

I passed by the foyer where I saw Marc's back turned to me. He was indeed still on the phone. He turned around and our eyes met. He winked, I smiled and walked away.

I opened the door to the bedroom and there was a dress bag, several bags and a black box with a red beautiful bow on top. I put my hand to my heart, he was just full of surprises. I headed straight to the garment bag. On top of the bag was an envelope. I opened it to find:

For the Beautiful Woman that stole my heart.

I unzipped it and low and behold it was a beautiful designer gown made by Dominique LaSalle herself. The blue empire waist dress had a cut out lace waist and the top part had the same round neck. The v cut front was tailored and the embellishments on th lace were hand sewn.There was also another note inside.

I hope your Valentine's Day is filled with the ultimate pleasure you desire.
Dominique

She had no idea. I wouldn't be surprise if she had a little mojo buried under the house. I've had more sex today then some get in a month. I'm not complaining because Marc could wink just right and cause leakage below. I really think I needed to invest in some Depends, for real.

I pulled out the dress and was impressed. It seem like it would hug every curve and the measurements were perfect.

"I can hang that up for you," Halina asked scaring the crap out of me. She was coming out the bathroom.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you again."

"No I'm fine. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How long have you worked for Ms. LaSalle?"

"Almost six years. I started the day this villa was ready for occupancy. She along with Mr. Nico and Mr. Vlad spent countless hours designing this house. I've heard them say it took two years to build. There are like tunnels below but I've never been down there. It's like high security only certain people can get in. Is something wrong?"

"I've noticed a different vibe here, is it haunted?"

"No ma'am, but this house was built based off the best view of the island. Most people would give their right arm to own it. Do you not like it here?"

"I've just noticed there's a lot of jasmine and ylang ylang planted around the house and portrayed in the paintings."

"Yes Ms. LaSalle loves those flowers. Even has a small greenhouse where she had them planted along with other beautiful one of a kind flowers. Ms. Amanda and Mr. Harry lives on the island and tends to the prized flowers. She calls her flowers her babies. Her other home has the flowers too."

"They smell wonderful, it's just like they give off an erotic scent that seems to linger."

"They give off pheromones for relaxation, clarity and..."

"Go on."

"I've said too much. Your bath is ready, the makeup and hair personnel are in the vanity room through that door when you're ready." She bowed and left the room. I watched as she quickly closed the door.

Could certain plants cause sexual stimulation? Nawl I was overthinking things but wait wouldn't it be like a bee to flowers? Stop it Mel, relax and enjoy your evening.

My hair and makeup were complete. Although Evie would have a stroke, the hairdresser pulled my hair back straight and placed a headpiece on top of my head. My ears were adorned by wide bangle earrings. My makeup was natural almost making me more erotic than I could have ever imagined. My eyes were trimmed in darker shades bringing out the alluring hidden beauty.  I really needed to convert a room in my house to a salon. Ms. LaSalle had it going on with her own inside her house.

I walked back to my room, slipped on the dress and accessories. The black box was still on the bed so I decided to open it. I dug through the black and red tissue paper until I saw a black satin jewelry case. It was long and I rubbed across it until I felt the latch. I slowly opened the case and blinked twice and looked around the room. Inside were two diamond encrusted cuffs. They were heavy as I took them out holding them in my hands. Right below each one there was a small lock. Inside the case it read: You are to wear one on each wrist tonight.

I slid them on and looked at myself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I slipped on the silver stilettos and walked out the room. I headed downstairs only to see and hear a quartet playing, Stevie Wonder's, You Are The Sunshine Of My Life. He stood at the bottom with his designer tux on grinning from ear to ear.

I took my time swaying my hips taking one step at a time. Yes I was doing the most but a girl only live once. Another reason, I didn't want to fall flat on my face in these high heel shoes. He reached out his hand and I took it. He pulled me in his arms and said, "you look lovely."

I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. Looking into his smoldering eyes I kissed him as we danced to the song. I rested my head on his shoulder when he put his arms around my waist and my arms wrapped around his neck.

His scent was intoxicating. My lips rubbed against his neck and he pulled me closer. His lips grazed the tip of my ear. I took a deep breath closing my eyes enjoying the moment. It felt like a fairytale. Everything was out in the open, no secret crushes, no hidden agendas just two people consummating the moment.

He twirled me around and I laughed. He started singing the lyrics and then he dipped me. We both laughed and he pulled me up.

"Not bad. I could see us on Dancing With The Stars," he said.

"We're too hot for television," I said while he led me to the dining room.

Inside the grand room sat a small table set for two. A butler and a chef stood with smiles on their faces. We were seated and the first course was brought out.

"I can't believe you hired Chef Francois Garnier. I watch his cooking shows on television and what he comes up with is unbelievable."

"He just opened a restaurant in Vegas so maybe we can check it out soon."

"I've never been to Vegas."

"You have no idea what you are missing out on."

"Then it's a date. You will be my personal tour guide."

"Sounds like a plan."

We continued to eat. Chef Francois had outdone himself. The meal was delicious and dessert was even better.

"So Mr. Hernandez are you ready to collect your winnings?"

"I was thinking about that. You are such a sweet girl and I don't want to turn you out. I like the sweet Melanie Guillory and I'm not sure if you are ready for what I want." He leaned back in his chair and rubbed the stem of his glass.

"What did you have in mind?"

"It maybe too much for you. Don't worry about it."

"Does it have something to do with the cuffs I'm wearing?"

"Possibly."

"I'm sure you can't buy these in any old jewelry store, so tell me what are they used for."

"They are used for bondage."

"And I thought they were just a beautiful accessory to show all my girlfriends."

"I have a confession to make," he said leaning forward.

"Okay you are starting to scare me."

"I am a trained Dom."

"Dom? As in a man that ties up women and spank them until they pass out?"

He chuckled. "What have you been watching?"

"I've seen the movies and videos."

"YouTube, porn sites, disc, what's your poison Ms. Guillory?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Poison?"

"You like beatings, spankings?"

"My mother would spank my behind when I did something wrong."

He looked at me strange.

"Oh you mean by a man? Oh no. I have always been curious. Terrified but interested."

He took a sip of his wine. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He just sat there contemplating.

"Look I'm willing if you want to teach me. I'm willing to cater to you. You can start me off slow and who knows eventually I could be your pleasure toy."

"I don't know. It's nothing like we do now. It's a controlled environment. Only one person is in control and the other must obey without hesitation or back talk. Instructions are clear and disobedience will not be tolerated or you will be punished."

There was a huge lump in my throat. He was serious as his eyes bore into mine.

"Are you still curious because you should be afraid very afraid because once the door closes there is no turning back."

"And if I am uncomfortable in what you ask..."

"You can use a safe word of your choice. Rules are given before play begins and you can agree or disagree on what goes on from the beginning."

"I don't like the word slave as you know my ancestors had to endure that ugly word."

"Then you choose a name."

"Hum let's see. How out M?"

"I like that."

"I will make you a deal."

He narrowed his eyes. "What kind of deal?"

"If I do it, I want control at times."

"You're not ready for that kind of control."

"Then teach me. I want you to teach me how to please you as I will show you how to please me."

"So I don't please you Ms. Guillory?"

"Yes and no."

"Now I'm curious."

"I want to explore the whole experience. I want to know my limits."

"That can be dangerous."

"I wouldn't expect that right now of course. I still have fear. I would like to experience the ultimate pleasure with you one day. I want that outer body experience. I've heard it can be exhilarating."

His eyes darken. I think he was intrigued.

"It's dangerous if the person goes to far. You are in an alternate dreamscape only an experienced Dom can bring you back. Your nervous system reacts in a funny way and it can leave you totally drained. Sometimes it can happen in deep play or depending on the person it happens on demand."

"Well tonight you continue on with what you had planned with just a twinge of what I have to look forward too. If I obey, we proceed, if I don't then you can forget we ever had this conversation."

"I don't know."

"I like the cuffs. We can start there and whatever happens just happens."

"I will take your request into consideration."

"I do have a question."

"Go on."

"The past women were they all into the lifestyle?"

"Only a handful. It's been a while since I've participate in it."

"So you're rusty? Maybe I can give you a refresher course to get all that testosterone pumping."

"Not needed. I can handle myself quite well without practice."

"Cocky I see."

"Confident, there is a difference," he said taking a sip of his wine.

"True," I said mimicking him. We sat there looking at one another in pure uninterrupted silence. His eyes raked over my body and I could feel my body starting to heat up. It was the way he looked at me. His lips were sexy and I could only imagine the dirty things that would come out his mouth.

I stared back at him, imagining myself on my hands and knees bowing down to him. His carefree disposition no longer available but he would become the master of my seduction. He had won the bet fair and square so I was at his beck and call waiting for the night to begin.

"You're not ready for submission tonight. Maybe just a taste of it will be enough for now, is that fair enough?"

"I will take that."

The butler came and took our plates away and we complimented the chef. Marc stood up, held his hand out and we danced some more. I was wondering what was going through his mind because this time he was quiet the whole dance. Even when he danced it felt different than before. Was he upset that I wanted to explorer something different or was he trying to change my mind?"

Having sex with Marc was mind blowing in itself. He had managed to fulfill my pleasures but after today bringing me to this house on this island, I felt I was missing out on something. Whether he felt the same or not maybe this would be a way to find out what makes him tick on the inside. How vulnerable is he if he ever lost control?

I've seen his pain and vulnerability once before when his cousin tried to dispose of me but that was more anger and revenge. Now I wanted to see if he would show me the real person inside.

He twirled then dipped me as the song ended. He brought me back up and his now dark orbs pierced back at me. He took my hand and I followed him.

Moments later we came to a door that was locked. He unlocked the door and turned on the light. There was a set of stairs that led to another door. At the bottom he placed his hand on a silver panel by the door and a scanner with red and green lights identified who he was then a steel door opened from the wall.

I held his hand tight.