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  Her Master and Commander

  Pleasure Island Book One

  Anya Summers

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

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  Prologue

  February

  Jared had never backed down from a challenge in his life.

  But he had to forcefully convince himself to walk the next few steps. With a final deep breath, his heart hammering like a drumbeat in his chest, he somehow put one foot in front of the other.

  His gaze zapped to Zoey, drawn to her luscious body all snuggled up against Declan, as he entered the library. Jared seated himself on the opposite couch. The pain of remembrance slashed at his internal composure. He’d touched her here for the first time, rather innocuously, with no intentions other than pleasure in the moment. Except it was also where he had discovered her skin was softer than the finest spun silk, and tasted the honeyed dew of her desire as she came in his mouth. Everything inside Jared ached for a dream that would never be. His heart was breaking, shattering into a million tiny pieces. It was like he’d been punched in the solar plexus. It hurt to breathe.

  Deep in his bones, he understood the decision he had made was the best for all concerned parties. Yet he also realized the immense crater it would create in their lives. His the most.

  “Thanks for meeting me. I know you must be tired from your travels.” He couldn’t even voice the word honeymoon. It sliced at his heart like a fileting knife.

  “What did you want to discuss?” Declan asked, his face a calm mask of sublime satisfaction, glancing at Jared with a raised brow. Had he ever felt that complete? He envied his best friend his damn happiness—which was why he had to make a break, otherwise he’d grow bitter and resentful. Jared couldn’t allow that to happen.

  His heart beat rapidly in his chest. He resisted the urge to clench his fists. He wanted to rage at the unfairness of it all. He’d done more than his fair share of indulging in tantrums while they had been away. He’d screwed his way through the available sub pool, twice. Anything to try and fill the gaping ache this had formed inside him.

  He choked out the words before he lost his nerve. “I’ve decided to leave.”

  “Are you taking a trip somewhere?” Zoey asked, cocking her head to the side, her confusion evident. The silken strands of her chestnut hair cascaded around her delicate shoulders, beckoning his fingers.

  Jared shook his head, his gut tightened at the forthcoming pain. “No, lass. I’m leaving Scotland. I need to, it’s self-preservation. I already proposed this to the other members and they approve, I’m going to open a DFC on a private island off Nassau.”

  Stunned silence filled the room and Jared clenched his hands together to hide that they were trembling.

  “What? Why? I don’t understand. I thought we were all happy,” Zoey cried, trembling in her husband’s arms. Arms belonging to Jared’s best friend. It was like a dagger being plunged into his chest.

  And this was what he had been dreading the most, looking at the woman he’d fallen in love with, fat tears in her gorgeous eyes and no full understanding of why he must leave her. As much as he wished things were different, you couldn’t make someone feel something they didn’t. Zoey had never once gazed at him the way she did Declan. Theirs was a bond and a love he couldn’t ever hope to compete with—not that he would, it woul
d ruin his friendship with Declan and everything he’d built over the last decade.

  God, he loved her. And he knew she cared for him, maybe even loved him, but he would always be second fiddle to Declan and his heart couldn’t take it.

  He inhaled a deep breath before continuing, feeling the tinge of moisture in his eyes. “Lass, it’s for the best. You and Declan are man and wife now.”

  “But that doesn’t mean—”

  He cut her off standing. “I won’t sleep with another’s wife. And I need this, lass.”

  He had to leave now, before her sobs changed his mind. Zoey’s tears were ripping him to shreds. And then his best friend finally intervened.

  “If that’s what you want, and if the other members approve using the island we purchased, then I’m in agreement. I will miss having you around, though,” Declan murmured with understanding in his gaze. He knew that Jared loved his wife.

  Zoey’s tears were falling fast and furious as she shook her head. “I don’t understand why you want to go away. I thought we were happy. I thought—”

  His heart in his chest, Jared said, “I love you, lass. And as much as it pains me, I need to go.”

  “We both love you, you don’t have to leave.”

  He knelt in front of her and gripped her hands, staring into her hazel depths which had turned bright green with the storm of her emotions. He pleaded with her. “Please don’t make this harder than it is. I know you love me, but not the way you love Declan. It’s nothing for you to be upset about or apologize for, but I need to leave so I can fall out of love with you. Lass, I need you to let me move on and I cannot do it from here.”

  With the gentlest care, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood. Shook Declan’s outstretched hand, a wealth of emotion in his gaze. This man was his brother and best friend, and always would be. With a last caress of Zoey’s cheek, he said, “Goodbye, lass. Be happy.”

  And then Jared turned away, feeling wetness trickle down his cheeks as he exited the library and the manor. He took one last look at his home and homeland. One day, he would return, one day when it no longer felt like there was a knife plunged through his heart. One day, when he no longer loved Zoey.

  Chapter 1

  August

  He had been in exile for six months, five days, and twelve hours.

  He huffed as he pushed his legs, accelerating his run time, trying to shave off seconds. Jared had never been a huge fan of running outdoors in Scotland, had preferred the easier, more sedate pace of a good hike into the hills. Granted, he had used the gym at the manor house religiously, but that was because for him, part of being a Master and a Dominant was maintaining control over one’s environment, including his physique.

  Every morning since he had arrived on this tiny spit of land on the cusp of the Atlantic Ocean and Gulf of Mexico he now called home, he had run. At first, he had been running from the incessant pain, the desolation that had followed him from Scotland. Jared had not been prepared for falling in love with Zoey, his best friend’s new wife. Before Zoey, he’d had a rather strict policy on getting too close to any submissive. So he’d thought nothing of joining in and double topping Zoey with Declan when he’d asked him. But Zoey had tangled him up inside from the moment she’d appeared looking like a drowned kitten on the manor doorstep. There had been far too many nights, looking back, on which Jared had wished he had never involved Declan when she’d first appeared, but even then, he didn’t think it would have stopped Zoey and Declan from getting together, only stalled their relationship a bit.

  It had been an entire month before he had answered any calls from Zoey or Declan. He loved them both and didn’t want to cause his best friend or his new wife pain. In the end, he had needed the space for his own sanity and self-preservation. His heart still beat within his chest but a deep-seated, monumental grief had taken up residence as his constant companion. Instead of dealing with his broken heart, Jared focused on enacting his plans to build on the island and create an exclusive BDSM vacation getaway for those in the lifestyle. This place, dubbed Pleasure Island, had been a dream the founding members—himself included—had tossed about in their meetings over the last few years, after purchasing the island with member dues.

  When it became evident that Declan and Zoey might invite him into their love-play upon occasion, he realized he would always be an outsider looking in. He would never forget his last time with her, feeling her undulate beneath him, or the warm clasp of her body drawing him further under her spell. As much as he loved Zoey, and he did love her with every part of his being, Jared couldn’t be second fiddle. If he’d stayed at the manor, he always would have been on the outside looking in at their relationship, begging for whatever scraps and morsels of affection were tossed his way. He couldn’t live that way.

  The moment they departed for their honeymoon, he organized and initiated plans he had swimming in his brain. He spoke with the founding members about his ideas sans Declan, and then worked with Tyler Jenson, one of the founding Dungeon Fantasy Club members, on the architectural planning.

  Then he’d moved all but heaven to bring this place into fruition. Pride swam in his chest as he raced over the space age pathway, built to withstand hurricane force winds, and it was solar powered, meaning that at night, the path was illuminated, with no need for electrical wires or polluting the environment. Tyler had assisted him in creating the most environmentally sound resort with as little carbon emissions as possible while still making it a vacation destination fit for a king.

  Pushing his legs harder, faster, he passed one of the small, private dome, ivory villas. The unique space age design of the circular villas had been constructed to withstand hurricane force winds and potential flooding. It was something Jared and Tyler had brainstormed mainly because hurricanes in this part of the world were fairly common. If constructed correctly the first time around, the number of incidents where rebuilding would be necessary might be minimized.

  The first floor of each villa was mounted on stone pillars and raised twenty-two feet off the ground in case of flooding from a hurricane’s storm surge. Even the main hotel was one large dome building in this futuristic design meant to withstand hurricane force winds. Each individual building had been equipped with steel window covers that could slide over the unbreakable glass windows and seal shut. The individual house units also had a Tesla house battery that relied on solar energy. They had a main energy hub near the center of the island that consisted of solar energy panels, courtesy once again of Tyler. It made the island almost entirely green, energy efficient, and off the grid—except for the fuel needed for the boat charters to ferry guests back and forth from Nassau’s airport, the golf carts guests used to putter around the island, and a few all-terrain Jeeps. He and Tyler were speaking to Tesla about designing solar-powered golf carts so they could go green there, as well.

  By his second month living here on his catamaran, construction had begun on all the structures he passed as his legs ate up the distance. In some respects, by assembling the facets on the island; from the main hotel to the villas, the greenhouse, the boat docks, pools, and everything else down the list, Jared forged his place in the world, creating his home, his business, something he could take pride in. As he built, he healed.

  For the most part, anyway.

  There was always this ache inside his chest. As if the best part of his life was missing. Some of the loss was for Scotland, for his home and friends in the DFC, but most of the pain filling his soul was Zoey. He hadn’t scened with another submissive or got his rocks off with anything other than his hand since he left Scotland. And it wasn’t for his lack of trying either, he had spent a few nights in Nassau dance clubs searching for a woman to bed for the night, but none of the lasses batting their eyelashes his way had been what he craved. In the end, he walked away more unsatisfied than when he’d arrived at the club.

  There were days when Jared felt like he’d left his heart and soul behind in Scotland, and he had no id
ea whether he could retrieve them. There were days when he called himself a fool, telling himself that he should return home and pick up the pieces of his life. Being without the two people who mattered most to him was akin to torture. Maybe he could lift his ban on sleeping with his best friend’s wife, be the occasional second top when Declan allowed it and invited him to share in the bounty of Zoey, take whatever scraps available to him. And maybe he needed his fucking head examined.

  In July, Pleasure Island had opened to incredible fanfare within the Dungeon Fantasy Club community. They had done a soft launch first with a few of the premier members, to work out any kinks with a practice run that had gone much smoother than he had expected. Then they had expanded admittance, making it available to the rest of the members. The island getaway thus far had garnered rave reviews. Zoey and Declan hadn’t come. Declan had shot him a couple emails that Jared had dodged. He hated ignoring his best friend but he wasn’t ready to see them. He needed more time. All it would take was Zoey crooking her finger at him or turning her aroused gaze his way, filled with invitation, for his resolve to crumble.

  He gritted his teeth at the familiar ache, driving his legs harder, his breaths coming in pants. Sweat poured down his body.

  Warmth ballooned in his chest at the pride he felt in his creation. He was no longer second fiddle. He had never minded Declan being at the helm of membership in their club. For the most part, he had preferred it. In all honesty, some of his dissatisfaction with Scotland had begun well before Zoey. Declan had begun deferring more and more of the decision making to Jared without granting him the final word on matters, so stepping into the role of commander at the helm of this place felt natural.