And the monster will make me wish I’d died along with the rest of them.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, a nervous lilt in her voice.
I stifle a smile.
She’s with me. I’m not sure she truly comprehends how much danger that puts her in.
“We’re looking for food and water sources,” I explain. “The shit from the plane won’t last long, so we need to see what our options are.”
“They’ll find us,” she says, staring at me defiantly, as if daring me to contradict her.
“If they do, l’ll bind you and gag you, hiding both of us and any evidence of our life here, until they leave here convinced there were no survivors,” I say. She winces. I mean what I say, though. I’m not fucking leaving, and neither is she.
She’s either right or wrong about rescuers, and what I think about that won’t impact what will actually happen.
For a moment, I wonder if I didn’t punish her well enough. But as a dominant I know better. Control isn’t about brute force. She needs to know I’m someone who can be trusted. Will she be more compliant if she feels more than pain from my hand?
I stand and cross my arms on my chest, looking at her thoughtfully so long that finally, her gaze comes back to me. Her eyes are pained, shielded from me.
I will not soften. I’m not going to be anything but her tormentor. She’s nothing to me but my captive. But she captured me because of what she believes me to be. Who she believes me to be…
No. She can’t be trusted, so she remains my captive.
I shove the weak thoughts from my mind.
I’m not really going to comfort her. I am curious, however, if she’s more compliant when she’s given both the carrot and the stick.
“Nadine,” I say, warningly. “I gave you an instruction. Come here.”
She clenches her jaw defiantly, but her gaze wanders quickly away.
She doesn’t want to be punished again.
When she nears me, I put my arm around her shoulders and hold her close, then place a finger under her chin tipping her head back so I can look her in the eye. “Are you in pain?”
She blinks in confusion. “Of course, I am,” she says. “You whipped me.”
“And you deserved it. And honestly, sweetheart, that wasn’t a whipping. I spanked you with my belt. You’re lucky I don’t have a real whip with me.” I’m so fucked up, the idea of curling my hand around the handle of a bullwhip and wielding it on her gorgeous ass makes my dick hard.
She turns away with a grimace, but I bring her gaze back to me with my finger on her chin.
“Is there anything else that hurts?” I ask. “How’s your leg?”
“Of course, it hurts,” she says, her body wavering. Back in the shelter, in our supplies, I have some pain relievers I could give her.
No. I push the thought from my mind.
Those will be for a real need, not for a cut on the leg and a spanking. Hell, I’ve spanked submissives at the club harder than I punished her.
I reach my hand to her ass, feeling the heat straight through her panties, throbbing against my palm. I knead, and she hisses, her fingers clinging onto me, but when she realizes what she’s doing she releases me, trying to take a step back. She moves so quickly, and is likely distracted by her injuries, that she loses her footing and stumbles. I grab her as she falls, holding her so close it’s almost intimate.
We’re panting from the near fall. “You alright?” I ask her, looking at her eyes, and fuck me if I don’t really want to know.
It’s part of how I’m conditioned, I tell myself.
I’m a dominant. When I administer punishment, it’s in my blood to see to the aftercare of my submissive, to check on their emotional and physical wellbeing. I spent the last year of my life in various clubs. I was never satisfied in any relationship unless I had a full-time sub.
But she isn’t your submissive.
It’s a constant fucking refrain in my head.
Who we are is a goddamn synthesis of our pasts and experiences, what we’ve done and what we hope to do. I can no more ignore the dominant training in my blood than I can ignore the fact that I’m a white male. That my father was a ringleader in organized crime. That the blood of an innocent woman will stain my hands until the day I die.
So when I hold her to me, it isn’t a conscious thought.
Her eyes look at me, wide and frightened, and I don’t know if the fear I see is because of what I’ve done to her, what I plan on doing, or that she knows where this can take us if we aren’t careful.
I release her, holding onto her arm to make sure she doesn’t stumble again.
“Be careful,” I say, rougher than I intended. I don’t want her to see weakness. She needs to fear me.
She needs to fucking fear me.
Tanya Rae’s rating: 5 of 5 stars
Island Captive is the first book that I have read by Jane Henry. I wasn’t too sure of what I was starting to read from the very beginning. But, after only a short way through. I started to love this book. I did read this book in one sitting.
This is Adrian Barone and Nadine Fontaine’s story. Adrian is an escaped convict who was sentenced to life after murdering his submissive & Nadine works for the American Government and has gone after Adrian to bring him back to the US and put him back behind bars.
After Nadine captures Adrian they are all flying back to the states and the plane crashes leaving only Nadine and Adrian alive.
I think that what made me unsure about the book was in the beginning Nadine was not a nice person. I can’t really go into details because I can’t give anything away. But, I didn’t like her character.
Things change while on the Island and I like Nadine now and by the end of the book I loved her. Some, how I didn’t have any problem with Adrian throughout the book and he is the bad guy. Isn’t he?
This book held me captive once I got past Nadine’s personality. Some might think this is a dark book but, I have read many books that are far darker than this one. I might say that this book has a dark edge to it.
I am now anxious to read more by this author because I really enjoyed reading Island Captive. I give this book 5 captivating stars.
Lita T’s Review: 4 Stars
Island Captive by Jane Henry I was really intrigued when I read the synopsis of this book. I had never read a book by this author and I was so excited to read it. Adrian is a Dom who has spent the last 10 years in prison for brutally killing his sub. Now on the run Nadine a US Marshall is tracking him done and is determined to send him back to prison. On their way back to the states their plane crashes on a deserted island and they are the only survivors. Initially I expected this story to go in one direction however it went into another. I was totally surprised by the turn of events in this book. A story that had me smiling as I was reading it. I not only fell in love with Adrian and Nadine but also their story. By the end of the story I was feeling really good with a big kool aid grin on my face. I look forward to reading more from this author. A 4 star read.