Deborah Hayes stalked over to the little plane that was scheduled to take her home. She was not having a good day; first she’d forgotten to set her alarm, then she missed her plane, and now she had to take this little rinky dinky plane.

“Hi!” she called out to the man bent over the planes engine. “My name’s Deborah Hayes, I’m scheduled to be on the next flight to Hawai’i. Are you the pilot?”

Defensively, Deborah’s hand went to her breast as he pulled himself to his full height. He had to be at least 6’2”, a big man with wide shoulders and narrow hips. His dark blue eyes were narrowed against the noon sun; a grease stained black tank top and ripped blue jeans completing the look. Deborah’s knees grew weak at her eyes caressed the hard muscles of his arms. Afraid that he’d be able to see her reaction, Deborah straightened her back and glared at him. He would probably decide she was a bitch, but at least she was safe. It was the only way to keep men from discovering her vulnerability.

Insolently Jack’s eyes ran over her, his full lips twisted in a sneer. Frigid bitch, he thought to himself. One of those chicks that wouldn’t know what to do with a real man if one bit them in the butt. His lips curled into a small smile of amusement at the thought of biting her on her shapely ass. Turning his back on Deborah, Jack bent over to finish changing the spark plugs on Betsy, thinking of Deborah.

She was a tiny woman, with a nice full set of breasts straining for freedom behind the white silk blouse. Her honey blond hair was restrained into a tight bun, and smoky gray eyes suggested an inner passion. Immediately Jack began to imagine her naked, that pretty hair of hers loose around her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with need.

“Mr. Erickson!” Deborah said impatiently. “I’m in a bit of a hurry here, what is going on?”

Jack looked over his shoulder and glared at her. “Lady, we’re not going anywhere until I‘m finished here. So why don‘t you stop yapping at me while I do my job, hm? ”

Her cheeks flushed, Deborah turned her back on him to climb into the small cockpit. Carefully she fastened her seat belt, studiously ignoring Jack as he slammed down the hood of his plane, and climbed up next to her. He sat there in silence for a second staring at her angrily averted profile, before turning his attention to preparing the plane for flight.

Eventually they were in the air, the small plane’s engine vibrating the craft. Reaching into her purse, Deborah pulled out a paperback, and opened it, determined to ignore the disturbing man beside her.

A few hours into the flight, her head jerked up as Jack cursed.

“What’s wrong?” Deborah asked, growing more concerned as Jack ignored her. He flicked the button for his CB frantically.

“God damn it.” he cursed again. “Prepare for an emergency landing,” he said tersely, the muscles of his arms standing out, as he wrestled to keep the plane in a smooth descent.

Deborah carefully put her book in her purse, her hands shaking nervously. A million questions boiled in her mind, but she forced herself to remain silent, not wanting to distract Jack.

Several heart stopping moments later Jack safely landed the airplane safely on a wide sandy beach. “You all right?” he asked Deborah.

Deborah turned wide startled eyes to him, and nodded slightly. “Good.” he said, twisting to open his door. “Stay in here while try and figure out what’s wrong.”

Incredulously Deborah watched him climb out of the cockpit, before muttering an unladylike curse under her breath and climbing out too.

“What the hell is going on here?” she demanded imperiously.

“What the hell does it look like?” he grunted, bent over looking at the engine. “The plane isn‘t working, and I’m trying to find out why. A educated chick like you should be able to figure that out.” he said sarcastically.

Angrily Deborah crossed her arms over her chest, tapping a toe impatiently. A few minutes later, Jack stood up, wiped his forehead. “Well, fuck.” he said.

“What?” Deborah said. Jack ignored her, and walked over to the cockpit, pulling a bottle of water from behind his seat, and drinking deeply.

Deborah stomped over to him. “What the hell is going on here?” she repeated aggressively, her hands on her hips.

“Well, missy, it’s like this.” Jack drawled. “The engines and tracking device have been tampered with, and so has the CB. So we have no way of getting off this island, and no way of letting anyone know where we are.”

Shocked, Deborah stared at him, her mouth open, as he finished off his water. A small hand reached out and grabbed for the purchase as she began to gasp desperately for air.

“Hey, lady, are you ok?” Jack said, grabbing her arm.

“ . . . can’t breathe . . . “ Deborah wheezed, sinking dizzily to her knees, black dots swimming before her eyes.

Sighing, Jack bent over and effortlessly lifted her into his arms. Weakly, Deborah struggled, not noticing where they were going until he was knee deep in the surf. She managed a small scream as he dropped her the water with a loud splash.

Soaked and angry, she pulled herself out of the water, cussing.

“You son of a bitch!” she screamed.

“Well, at least you can breathe.” Jack said unapologetically. He’d take an angry woman over a hysterical one any day.

Furious Deborah pulled back her arm, and slapped him hard across the face, before turning to wade back to the shore. She squeaked with alarm when Jack roughly grabbed her arm, turning her around to face him. His blue eyes dark with anger, his lips were pressed together in an angry line. Deborah had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, knowing that she’d pushed him too far.

“You need a spanking, little girl,” he growled, “And I’m just the man to do it.”

“You wouldn’t . . .” Deborah gasped, then screeched in surprise as he bent over and lifted her over his shoulder. “Put me down!” she screamed, hitting his strong back with her fists. “You asshole!”

Jack stomped back over to the plane, dropping Deborah roughly on her bottom in the sand. Before she could pull herself to her feet, he’d sat down beside her, and was yanking Deborah over his lap. Deborah yelled in shock as his hard hand connected with her bottom with a large CRACK. His other hand pressing firmly on the small of her back, Jack released his anger and frustration on her wiggling ass, not stopping until Deborah lay unresisting over his lap, sobbing. His anger spent, Jack tenderly pulled Deborah into his arms.

“Shh, shh.” he soothed, as her arms came up to wrap around his neck.

“I’m sorry for hitting you.” Deborah sobbed, clinging desperately to hard strength of his chest.

“You’re forgiven, baby.” Jack said, tipping her face to his with one finger under her chin. “Just don’t do it again,” he warned.

Hiccupping, Deborah nodded her head in agreement, her moist eyes clinging to the strong plains of his face. Wordlessly, Jack lowered his head and masterfully took possession of her mouth. Moaning softly, Deborah arched her head back, her soft mouth parted in anticipation of the possessive thrust of his tongue.


Jack could hardly believe it, they were kissing, and she was responding. The last person in the world he’d have pegged as a submissive was the sweet little thing he held in his lap. Not sure how far she’d let this go, Jack slid his hand from her waist and around to her heavy breast, his palms itching for the feel of her. Deborah jerked at the touch of his fingers, then arched her back into his palm, a soft breathy moan coming from her. With his other hand Jack efficiently undid the snaps of her bra. He questing fingers slid under her bra, desperate to feel her tight little nipple against his palm. Deborah groaned again, tearing her mouth from their heated kiss, her breathing harsh. Jack gently lowered her to the ground, the grains of sand sliding cushioning them. Clinging tightly to Jacks broad shoulders, Deborah’s eyes closed firmly against the glaring sun. Jack quickly slid her buttons free, his eyes hot on her breasts, his eyes greedy for the sight of her tight pink nipples.

“Beautiful.” he whispered huskily.

Deborah opened her eyes briefly, dropping her eyelids and blushing at his direct gaze. Shyly she allowed her lids to droop back down, urgently pulling him back to her, needing the oblivion that his kisses offered her. Jack hesitated, not happy with letting her have control, but reluctantly allowed it, his mouth sliding softly over hers, seducing her senses.

Sliding a hand down his chest to the clasp of his jeans, Deborah undid the snap, eagerly groping for his cock. Jack groaned as her small hand struggled to wrap around it, sliding up and down, testing its length and breadth. Closing his eyes to shore his strength, Jack reached down and removed her hand. Deborah’s eyes flew up to his in surprise.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” Jack growled. “You’re going to have to ask nicely before I let you have the privilege of stroking my cock.”

To ensure that she kept her hands to herself Jack stretched her arms over her head, linking her wrists in one big hand. Deborah pulled futilely at his grip, trying to free herself, a feminine thrill shot through her core at the effortless way he could control her. Jack’s eyes glowed, his lips curling into a smug little smile, and he bent his head down to her breast, sucking its hard tip into the moist cavern of his mouth. Deborah whimpered at the sharp bite of his teeth, and then moaned as his moist tongue soothed away the hurt. He shifted to her other breast, repeating his actions until Deborah was a mindless, writhing mass of sensation, her legs shifting restlessly, hips moving urgently.

His mouth still busy at her breast, Jack helped her out of her slacks, leaving her in her white lace briefs. Sliding his knee between her spread thighs, Jack pressed firmly against her. Deborah groaned at the minute relief, grinding herself against him, desperately trying to relieve the pressure in her loins. Jack could feel her moist panties rubbing against his leg, and his cock throbbed relentlessly. Sensuously he slid his hands down her stomach, under her panties, and through the soft hair he found there. Deborah gave a small cry, her hips stilling expectantly. Teasingly Jack slid his finger around her swollen clit, before slowly slipping it into her clinging, wet canal. Deborah panted, her legs clamping around his wrist. Slowly Jack slid another finger in her . . .

“Please, please.” Deborah begged, the feel of his hard fingers sliding in and out of her wet passage driving her to distraction, past the point of dignity.

“Please what?” Jack asked, moving his mouth up her chest to her neck, where he bit sharply.

“Please, help me.” Deborah pleaded. “I need . . .” Uncertainly her voice trailed off, her flushed cheeks burning brighter.

“Do you need something?” Jack said, teasing her clit, just barely brushing it with his thumb. “Tell me, where do you want me to touch you?”

Deborah met his eyes, and saw the determination there. Shaking her head, she struggled to get her hands from him, determined to bring herself to relief. She cried out in surprise when he pulled his hand from her panties to give her a sharp slap on her already sore bottom.

“Stop it.” he scolded.

Deborah stilled, giving herself over to his sure touch. With a little hic-up she gave in. “Please touch my clit. I need to cum,” she sobbed, tears glistening on her flushed cheeks.

Jack instantly rewarded her with the return of his finger on her clit. With a gentle touch he sent her screaming over the edge, her cries echoing around them. Lifting his head, he watched the flicker of emotion over her face, enjoying the feel of her body as it arched and shuddered under his. When finally her body relaxed beneath his, her muscles lax, Jack teased her through another, and then another orgasm, until she lay there, exhausted.

Jack eased back from her, hurriedly standing up to undress. He pulled off his pants, and was just pulling his shirt over his head, when she drowsily turned her head to look at him. Her eyes flickered at the generous sight of his cock, straining away from his body, and her mouth parted in a gasp.

Jack stood there for a minute letting her drink in the sight of him, before sliding between her thighs. Expectantly Deborah spread her legs, eager to have him in her, gasping in shock at the thick feel of him pushing against her. She cried out as his large cock stretched her pussy around him. Jack waited until her muscles had relaxed, before pulling himself back out. Deborah cried out in denial, her eyes flying open.

“I want you to look at me when I make you mine.” he growled, locking his eyes to her. “I have your body, I want your soul.”

Deborah whimpered, then arched her back as he slid back into her clinging pussy. “Oooooh.” she moaned, moving her hips urgently, her eyes once again beginning to drift shut. She jerked her eyes open, at the sharp tap of his finger on her cheek. “I’m sorry.” she whispered, desperate to keep his big cock in her.

“Don’t do it again.” Jack warned.

Deborah nodded earnestly, her hand restlessly moving up and down his back, grasping the strong muscles. Wordlessly she lifted her mouth to his, needing to feel the comfort of his mouth on hers. His hips steadily pistoning, Jack ground his lips against her, sucking her tongue hungrily into his mouth. Sensing that her peak was near, Jack pulled his head back, wanting to watch her eyes as she fell over. Deborah’s movements became more and more desperate, her nails digging into his back, before she finally soared off the cliff. Jack grunted at the feel of her muscles caressing his cock, before succumbing to the ecstasy that was Deborah.


Deborah looked up from the fish she was eating, and blushed at Jacks heated glance. Ducking her head, the image of them laying naked on the sand flashed vividly through her mind. She could still feel the sand pressing into her skin, the sun warming her body, Jack's strong arms holding her so close.

She'd dozed off, waking on a soft blanket in the back of the airplane. Alarmed, she'd sat up, her heart beating franticly in her throat, as she struggled to remember where she was. Calming, she stood up, her pale skin gleaming in the dimly lit interior, and began searching for something to wear. All she found was one of Jacks soft cotton t-shirts on the floor next to her, and in the absence of anything else, Deborah slipped it over her head, before exiting the plane, blinking sleepily in the setting sun.

Jack, a pair of boxers clinging to his lean hips, was bent over a crude fire, cooking something. Her arms crossed self-consciously over her breasts, Deborah padded over to him, clearing her throat softly. Looking up, Jack's eyes gleaming roguishly in the firelight.

"Mornin' luv." he said, strolling over to her and pulling her into his arms. "Did you have a nice nap?"  Deborah nodded, embarrassment disappearing in the strong shelter of his arms.

"I'd prefer if you answer me verbally." Jack said softly, command threaded through his tone.

"Yes." Deborah croaked. Jack gave her an approving pat on the bottom, before turning back to the fire. Deborah shivered at the sudden absence of his arms

"I went ahead and made dinner tonight. You needed the sleep, it's been a long day," he said over his shoulder. "Why don't you have a seat, it'll be ready in a second."

"Where are my clothes?" Deborah whispered, her cheeks warm as she tugged on the hem of Jacks shirt.

"I dunno," Jack said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Probably where we left them." He looked up and smiled charmingly, "But I like you in my shirt, baby."

"I don't think so." Deborah laughed, heading over to find her clothing. She stopped abruptly as Jacks large hand curled around her elbow.

"I said, I like you in my shirt." he repeated, steel running through his voice, charming smile gone.

Deborah's wide eyes flashed up at him, and she trembled, fearful of angering this man she'd been stranded with.

"But, Jack." she protested softly. "I'm not wearing any panties or anything. If I sit down . . ." Her voice trailed off uncomfortably.

Jacks teeth gleamed briefly in the twilight. "Exactly." he purred, pulling her to him until her nipples barely brushed his chest. "I like having you available." A hand slid suggestively down her back. "Exposed."

Deborah's face burned brighter. She knew that there was no point in pulling away, so pushing her pride aside, she forced herself to plead. "Please, Jack."


Angrily, Deborah looked up at him, and opened her mouth to argue, but closed it at the look in his stubborn tilt to his jaw. "Fine." she bit out, her back rigid, her chin tilted angrily away from him. Jack slowly released her arm, his eyes watchful, the sighed as she stalked over to the plane, intent on spending the evening in the privacy of the cop pit.

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Jack stalked over to her, and pulled her to him again, ignoring the rigid cast of her spine.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" he whispered seductively in her ear, his palm sliding up to cup her heavy breast. "There isn't a place on your body that I haven't touched, claimed." A thumb brushed her sensitive nipple. "Made mine."

Deborah gasped angrily at his blatant manipulation, and struggled to free herself. Enjoying the feel of her wiggling against him, Jack pressed a hot kiss to the delicate line of her jaw, before moving his mouth to her ear.

"I like knowing that that your sweet little body is always accessible, that I can touch you, see you whenever I want you." he whispered, his knee slipping between her legs, a wide palm on her ass, holding her there, her core rubbing on her leg.

With a small moan of defeat, Deborah succumbed to the mastery of his touch, her traitorous body coming to life under his. Moisture dewing in her pussy, she whimpered her surrender. Sucking her earlobe into his mouth, Jack bit gently before letting it go.

Jerkily, her pulse beating heavily in her throat, Deborah wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth parted for the hot possession of his.

"Good girl." Jack crooned, rewarding her with hot kiss, before slowly releasing her. Smugly he caught her when her knees gave out, helping her to steady herself. "Dinner's going to burn,” he said with at the questioning look in her eyes.

Eyes glazed with desire, Deborah watched him walk back to the fire. 'Who the hell gives a damn about dinner?' she thought, her pussy throbbing, desperate for Jacks touch. As if in a fog, she followed him, spooning fish onto a tin dish that Jack had unearthed from somewhere. Knees pressed primly together, she sat down on a folded canvas chair he'd placed by the fire for her.

Woodenly spooning the fish into her mouth, her face began to burn in humiliation as she realized how easily Jack had manipulated her to his will. Crouching next to the fire, Jack began shoveling food into his mouth, his burning eyes rarely leaving hers. Soon, he knew, she'd sit there with her legs spread wide, ready and willing for his touch. Soon she wouldn't argue with him, she'd know better. Soon he'd own her more than her body; he'd own her heart, her soul.

"Tomorrow we need to start looking for a fresh water spring,” Jack said conversationally. "Our water supply won't last for forever. Once we've got water, I can build us a shelter near by."

Deborah nodded, embarrassed that she hadn't thought of anything but the lust Jack evoked in her. "That sounds good,” she said quietly, really looking around the clearing for the first time.

Plastic jugs of water were lined up neatly by the trees. On the sand was a long spear; similar to ones that Deborah had seen in a documentary on the Discovery Channel. She hadn't watched much of the show, but she recalled that they were an old way of catching fish. A man would stand still in the water and spear his dinner when it swam by. There were also some minor camping things around; an unlit kerosene lamp, a flint and stone, and some drift wood that Jack had collected for their fire.

Surprised Deborah realized that she'd finished all the food on her plate. She must have been hungrier than she'd thought. "What do I do with the dishes?" she asked quietly.

"There's a tub over there with ocean water in it." Jack said. "Get them as clean as possible, then dry it off. We're not using any of the fresh water until I know that there's a plentiful supply."

Deborah stood up, grabbed her plate and the heavy cast iron skillet Jack had cooked dinner in, and carried them over to the tub. While she was busy with the dishes, Jack puttered around the site, stowing cargo back in the plane, and getting their site ready for the night. Finished, Deborah put the dishes and the skillet with everything else in the plane, and then went back to the fire to warm herself.

A twinkle in his eye, Jack sneaked up behind her, and pulled her into his arms. "Bed time." he announced, his hard cock pulsing insistently at the feel of her in his arms.

"But I'm not tired!" Deborah protested.

"I never said anything about sleeping." Jack chuckled, bending over effortlessly to lift her into his arms. Deborah screeched as the ground tilted from under her, helpless in his arms.

"Jack!" she scolded, her arms wrapping around his neck for security. Chuckling, Jack effortlessly lifting her into the plane, and then climbing in behind her. Pulling her trembling body to his, he set his mouth to hers. Deborah let out a sigh; her body felt as though it had found it's other half. Adoringly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her back arched submissively into his.

Sliding his hand under his shirt Jack boldly cupped her sweet ass, his fingers sliding into the crack. Deborah sighed, her hands gripping him tightly, mouth open to the ravishment of his. Gently lowering her to their makeshift bed, his hands sliding from under her to her breasts, cupping them urgently. Deborah whimpered in need as his rough palms brought her nipples even more painfully to attention. Jack lifted up long enough to yank his shirt up over her head, before lowering his mouth to hers again. One impatient hand slid down her body to the apex of her thighs, a callused finger slipping between the slippery petals of her sex. Deborah groaned, and spread her thighs further, desperate for anything to appease the wanton urges of her body. One arm slid from his neck, and she reached down his body, wanting to give him the same joy he was visiting on her, stopping just short of her target, remembering his warning from that morning.

Jack made an approving noise in his throat, and then nuzzled her neck. "Do you want to touch me?" he whispered.

"Yes." she whimpered, her fingers closed in a fist to keep them from reaching for him.

"Ask." he coaxed. "Tell me what you want."

"Please." Deborah choked out. "I want to touch your cock, I want to feel it in my hand."

Pleased with her response, Jack kissed her ear. "Yes."

Eagerly Deborah reached out and slid her hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers. A thrill traveled down her spine as she held it in her hand for the first time. Her eyes widened at its breadth, her dainty palm barely able to wrap around it. Jack groaned encouragingly as she began to eagerly caress it, sliding from the hard tip to the base and back up again. Eagerly Deborah pushed at his shorts, wanting him as naked as she. Pulling his fingers from where they were buried deep in her cunt, Jack tore his clothes from him, leaving them in a pile by the bed, his mouth still devouring hers.

Growing desperate for the sanctuary of her pussy, Jack slid between her restless thighs, then reached down to pulling one hand up over her head, where the other quickly joined it. One large hand held her there, as he pushed his hard cock deep into her wet pussy, their groans mingling together as he filled her. Enveloped in the heat of her body, Jack held himself still, desperately pulling air into his lungs as he fought for control of his body. When he was sure he could hold out, he began to slowly move his hips, wringing a moan from her as he withdrew from her clinging warmth, leaving just the head of his cock in her. Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, Deborah eagerly tried to entice him back to her, urgently sliding the wet folds of her sex over his hard cock. Jack held himself there for a moment, allowing a small smile to cross his face at the increasingly urgent whimpers Deborah was making, before surging back into her, sending a streak of liquid fire through her body. Deborah cried out, her back arched in desperation, as she climbed towards her peak, striving for release from the sweet torment he was supplying. Jack set a ruthless pace, his thrusting hips pushing her toward her peak and then watched her as she fell over, her body shuddering as her release blossomed in her, building and growing, pulling a cry from her. No sooner did her body begin to relax then he slid a finger to her clit, gently rubbing it, pushing her higher, wringing another cry from her, neck arched as she rode this orgasm.

Gasping for air, Jack pulled himself from her, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, and applied pressure. Waiting for her to regain her senses, he laid down next to her, watching her beautiful face. A few moments later, her eyelids fluttered, before opening, confusion in their depths.

"Jack?" she said huskily, her hand coming out to gently touch his cheek.

"The night is still young." Jack said, his hand coming out to cup her head possessively, and tilted her head to his. "And it's your turn."

Understanding dawning, Deborah smiled sensually, her hand moving down to waiting cock. Her hand suggestively pushed his shoulder and Jack rolled over on his back, Deborah following eagerly.

"I'm all sticky." Jack said throatily, "Why don't you see what you can do about that?"

Shock flashed through Deborah's eyes, and then heated knowledge. Licking her lips sensually, she smiled. "Yes, Jack." she whispered wickedly.