Honeymoon in Hawaii Ch. 05

"Oh fuck yeah." Brooke cried out provoking Brad even more.

Brad's thrusts increased in both pace and intensity as he rode Brooke with reckless abandon. Brooke responded by pushing herself back to meet him, overwhelmed with his passion for her. It was aggressive and desperate, but at the same time loving and intimate. They were fucking like animals that couldn't wait overwhelmed with their desire for one another.

Brad was watching the water rush across her tattooed skin reading the message "Private Property of Brad" as he reaffirmed the fact she was indeed his. Brad could feel Brooke begin to grasp him tighter as her pussy was desperately trying to extract his seed.

"Oh yes, fuck me, knock me up, give me your baby." Brooke desperately pleaded.

Hearing Brooke's pleas for his seed triggered something inside of him and Brad started exploding inside of her pushing himself as deep as he could.

"Yeah that's it, take it, take it all." Brad grunted as he shot again and again into his loving wife, filling her with his baby making juice.

Brooke felt the hot splashes of water on her back as the hot splash of Brad hit her cervix. Brooke relished the feeling of his throbbing as her orgasm took over causing her body to tense and push even farther back into him.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes." Brooke screamed as their love mixed inside of her.

Brad held himself deep inside as Brooke drained him of every drop, desperately taking what he was giving her. He stood there trying to catch his breath, at least this time he wasn't forced to tread water while he did it.

Both of them remained still for a few moments, enjoying the feeling they shared, before finally uncoupling. Brooke turned around, throwing her arms around Brad and hugging him as she held him tight for a loving kiss. After a few minutes of soaking in the bliss, the two lovers finished showering and got dressed for dinner.

Brooke and Brad came down from their steamy quickie, to find Max and Michelle had returned.

"Hey you two, sounds like you had a good day." Max chuckled.

Brooke blushed, realizing they had heard everything that had gone on upstairs.

"Yeah, we had a good day." Brad said, as he looked over at Brooke with a knowing grin.

"You two ready for some great food?" Brad cheerfully asked.

"I'm starving." Brooke hastily replied, eager to divert from her embarrassment.

"Well give us a few minutes to get ready and then..." Max said as he looked down at his buzzing phone.

Max answered the phone. "Hey Kim, how's it going?"

"Yeah, he's right here." Max responded to the voice on the other end.

Max reached out to give a confused Brad the phone.

"We'll be right back." Max said as he and Michelle headed up the stairs.

Brad was baffled, not understanding why someone would be calling him on Max's phone.

"Hello?" Brad uncomfortably questioned.

"Hello Brad, It's Kim, I called to talk with you about the incident this morning with Logan."

Brad instantly realized who it was. It was Kim from Pine Lake, the beautiful blond counselor who was Brooke's maid of honor.

"Max asked me to call and maybe fill you in a little on what's going on. I understand you and Logan got in a little altercation this morning."

"Well I don't know if I would call it an altercation, but yeah. He knocked me out after I confronted him. He's always trying to rub my nose in the fact he's been with Brooke, and he keeps trying to get her to pick him over me." Brad angrily responded.

"Yes I understand, He can be a bit bullish sometimes. But that's why I am calling to talk to you. I think it's important for you to know a few things about him." Kim continued.

"First of all he was married to a lovely young woman who left him for another man. That man just happened to be someone he was extremely close to his entire life, his brother."

Brad was surprised to hear Logan had ever been married; he seemed like the kind of guy that would be a perpetual bachelor. But to hear he had lost her to his own brother? Wow that had to sting.

"Truth is he was deeply in love with her, but like many of us, we sometimes get ourselves in bad situations, and you know what it's like here."

Brad knew exactly what Kim was talking about.

"Well, Liam fell in love with her and couldn't let go of her. Logan was furious at both of them of course, but especially at Liam. For over a year the two of them didn't talk, and he was so furious with him, even when Liam would try to reach out to him, he would refuse his calls."

Brad's mind was racing around in circles, trying to make sense of what this all had to do with him, and why he should care about that son of a bitch's wife running off with someone else. Serves him right, Brad thought.

Kim continued. "That is until two months ago, when both of them were killed in a boating accident off the coast of Belize."

Brooke could see a change in Brad's expression as he listened to Kim explain.

"You see I have been trying to help him work through his anger and remorse. He knows it was his fault his marriage fell apart and feels guilty he never forgave his brother. The two of them were so close, it really hit him hard. First when Abigail ran off with Liam and then again when he found out Liam was dead."

Brad couldn't help feeling a little moved by the story, but still wasn't going to let the jerk off the hook for the way he had been treating him.

"So what the hell does this all have to do with me?" Brad bitterly responded.

"Honestly it's more about Brooke than you, although you are a lot like Liam. Brooke, Brooke is the spitting image of Abigail. Seeing her at the lake, made him think he had a second chance. The fact she wasn't married gave him the false hope he could win her over and make her love him."

Brad felt like a curtain had been pulled back. The man that had been pressuring Brooke to get his name on her, and was doing everything he could not just to fuck her but to get her to leave him was actually franticly trying to pick up the pieces of his life. Brad's vision of Logan went from that of a fearless predator to that of a lonely orphan.

"I talked with him earlier, and I can assure you he is sorry about how he has been acting. I just thought you should know why he has been crossing boundary lines with Brooke."

"Sometimes the fun we have here can get in the way of the work we all have to do." Kim acknowledged.

Brad sat there silent, trying to wrap his brain around the discovery as Kim wished him and Brooke well, saying goodbye and hanging up.

Before Brad had time to explain the details of the call to Brooke, Max and Michelle appeared. Max ushered everyone out the door to the waiting car and driver and the four headed off for dinner. It was only a few minutes down the street when the door opened, and they were at the front door of the Fairmont Kea Lani.

"Welcome Mr. Holden, we have the table you requested, ready for you whenever you like." The well-dressed man opening the car door announced.

Max took the lead, guiding them through the hotel to the outdoor dining area.

"Mr. Holden. It's wonderful to see you sir. Can I show you to your table?"

Brad was impressed with how well they treated Max. He must come here a lot, for them to know him this well.

The young Hawaiian woman ushered them past the main dining area and to a private table surrounded by bamboo.

"Here you are sir,"

The rectangular table had six chairs, two on either side and one at each end. Max and Michelle took a seat on one side and Brooke and Brad on the other.

"Can I get you some drinks?" The sweet young woman asked.

Max ordered Mia Ties for everyone, claiming they had the best on the island. The four sat there enjoying their drinks when the lovely island girl returned with two plates each containing a wooden bowel with a rock in the center and four pieces of shichimi. Max explained how it worked as he set one of the pieces of shichimi on the hot rock, searing it before dipping it in the light orange sauce and devouring it.

Brad was enjoying the fantastic food, and the secluded beauty as the four shared a delicious island feast. One by one plates of food arrived without any discussion. The meal must have been pre-arranged, and was certainly well thought out.

Brad had completely let conversation with Kim fade from his mind when Max brought it up.

"So, Kim told you about Liam?" Max questioned as he took another sip from his cocktail.

"Yeah she did." Brad responded.

"Well it's hard enough to lose a brother, but a twin brother?" Max mournfully declared, as he shook his head in dismay.

Kim hadn't said anything about Logan and Liam being twins, but Brad thought back to things he had heard about the bond twins shared and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Logan.

Michelle quickly changed the subject, and the four went on with the meal, until the plates had been cleared.

"I hope you don't mind but I asked him to join us." Max interjected completely out of context to what Michelle was discussing with Brooke.

Brad knew exactly what Max was referring to as out of the corner of his eye he saw someone walking around the bamboo and into the private area they all sat in. It was Logan of course but he was accompanied by Michelle's husband Ron as well.

Logan walked to the far end of the table, stopping behind the chair and placing his hands on the back standing there silently, seeming to work up the words he wished to share, while Ron leaned over giving his wife a kiss hello.

Logan swallowed deep and looked at Brad with a mournful look in his eyes.

"I want to apologize. I had no right hitting you like that, and you didn't deserve it. In fact if anyone deserved to get punched it was me. I am truly sorry for the way I have treated you both." Logan said before looking over at Brooke.

"I know I fucked up, and I really am sorry." He said.

As much as Brad didn't want to forgive this asshole, he couldn't help but feel the sincerity of this atonement. Logan's demeanor was truly remorseful as he looked at Brooke with a tear in his eye.

The tension was quickly broken when the server brought the deserts to the table setting one down in front of each couple.

"I'm sorry sir I didn't know you had more guests coming, would you like me to get some more drinks?" she asked.

"Brad? What do think? More drinks? "Max asked, looking for Brad to make the next move.

Brad looked at Logan and took a deep breath. He was conflicted. On the one hand he had every right to hate this prick, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for him now. Logan stood there waiting, waiting and hoping Brad would grant him a reprieve from the spotlight of shame he could so clearly feel on him.

"What the hell, why not," Brad mercifully declared as he extended his hand to shake Logan's

Logan's face perked up, drawing his lips tight and giving a thankful nod to Brad as he extended his hand in friendship.

"I'm sorry man." He said as he firmly griped Brad's hand and shook it with respect.

Logan and Ron joined the other four, continuing the jovial conversation and sharing the fraternal table, as the six of them finished off a few more rounds of drinks, before deciding to adjourn.

"Hey we'll meet you guys back at the house ok? We're goanna go get Leilani "Logan declared as he and Ron went ahead.

On the way back to the house Max asked if Brooke and Brad were up for another session in the dojo. Brad looked over to see the big smile on Brooke's face, knowing what her answer was, and responded.

"Sounds like fun to me."

Michelle, obviously feeling the effects of the rum, leaned over and started kissing Logan. The show was not wasted on either Brooke or Brad, having the desired effect, and encouraging them to act the same. Brad felt the pressure in his pants rising as Brooke ran her hand across his lap, responding to his kisses.

It was a short ride to the house, where they found themselves all worked up and walking down the hall to the dojo.

"If you would, please fold your clothes neatly and place them next to your shoes." Max instructed, as he took his shirt off and folded it purposefully placing it on the floor outside the sliding doors.

Brad did the same, taking his clothes off and handily folding them as Max had requested. Both Michelle and Brooke stripped down as if neither could wait for the impending festivities, but abiding by Max's rules and neatly placing their clothes on the ground next to their precisely placed shoes.

"Let me show you some more ties." Max declared seemingly sober and ready to go to work.

Michelle went over to the chest of rope and retrieved a few hanks, handing them to Max without instruction, and returning to the chest for another handful.

Max unfurled the first ball of jute and found the center of the length, doubling it up and wrapping it around Brooke's waist.

Brooke was holding her breath in anticipation, as Max explained the procedure, wrapping the length around her midsection. Brad was studiously watching and listening to Max's instruction as he wrapped and tied Brooke. One by one Max doubled up each length of rope, wrapping around Brooke and binding her.

Brad watched closely, as Max showed him how to make sure the tension in the bindings were just right. He explained the need for continually checking, making sure not to pinch a nerve or cut off critical blood flow.

Brooke was bound with her heals pressed firmly together. The rope around her waist was tied securely to the ring hanging from the celling as was the loops running around her chest above and below her breasts. She was leaning forward balanced on her knees, her breasts hanging free like ripe fruit dangling from a tree. Both her hands were tied together and pulled above her head like branches extending to heaven. If not for the taught ropes she would have fallen forward face first into the rice mats.

"How does that feel Angel?" Max asked for his final check in.

"Secure?" was all Brooke could manage to say, as she tried to center herself and keep from rocking around like a human pendulum.

Michelle had walked across the dojo, sliding the partition aside and exposing what was in the other half of the room. It was another play area with numerous pieces of furniture, reminiscent of the kinds of restrictive devices Brad had seen in Michelle's room, back at the lake.

Max motioned for Brad to take a few steps back and whispered, instructing him to watch the show from a distance as Michelle returned carrying a few different floggers, and handing one to Max.

Max began by gently brushing the large black flogger up her ribcage, causing Brooke to flinch away from the soft graze of the leather. Gradually he worked his way up her back and around to the other side ending up in front of her.

When Max got to her chest, his gentle upward sweeps turned to flicks, as he lightly kissed her dangling breast with the tips of his leather whip. Brooke's flinches became less and less frequent as she became accustom to the rhythmic onslaught Max was so skillfully inflicting. He continued working his way around her body flipping his wrist, making sure to touch every inch of her bound body.

"You see how her body is starting to warm?" Michelle whispered into Brad's ear.

Brad was too focused on what was happening in front of him to respond with words, instead just nodding affirming the observation. Once again the lighting in the dojo, spotlighted Brooke's position like a work of art as Max continued to walk around her like a prized statue.

Michelle quietly stepped forward swapping the black flogger with a slightly larger light brown one, silently returning to Brad's side to avoid disrupting the flow of Max's presentation.

"That was deerskin, now he's going to turn her temperature up a little with elk." Michelle mischievously whispered.

Max alternated between a light sweeping motion and firmly swinging the tan strips, striking Brooke with slightly increasing force as he worked his way around her body. Max was precise in his attack making sure to awaken every inch of her skin, but careful to avoid areas of potential harm.

"He's really good at this; he can place those falls exactly where he wants." Michelle softly pointed out to Brad.

Brad could see Brooke's body slowly brightening. Her tan skin was starting to redden as Max gradually increased the force of his blows. Max was tuned into Brooke's reactions, the second she would start to flinch he would back off the force of his swing and return to the light sweeping motion. Again and again he would gradually increase the force, backing down and then dialing it back up again.

Max would stop his attack every so often and brush his hand between Brooke's legs, grazing her luscious lips as if he was checking her pulse, only to have Brooke let out a moan of approval when she felt his touch.

"It's time to get her up, come with me." Michelle softly commanded.

Brad followed Michelle to the other side of the room, retrieving a padded box from the dungeon area of the dojo. It was about three feet long and two feet wide and had multiple rings throughout; obviously secure someone in different positions. Michelle took ahold of one of the handles and Brad the other, and they carried the box over to the center of the room were Max was now untying Brooke from the ring above.

Max motioned where he wanted the box and quickly got Brooke up into position on top. With expert speed and precision Max was able to re adjust the ropes and once again tie Brooke, completely immobile and helpless to resist, only now elevated off the floor her ass about the same height as Max's waist.

Brooke was on all fours. There was a rope wrapped around her legs at her thigh and calf. Another rope around each ankle kept her secured, unable to close her legs from whatever might come at her. The ropes around her waist and chest still ran up to the hanging ring making it impossible for her to lower herself to the cushioned surface of her podium. Two more hanks of rope secured Brooke's hands and elbows, each to rings on the bench, leaving her resting on her forearms. Once again her breasts hung down inviting the attention of anyone lucky enough to see.

"Perfect, now where were we?" Max snickered, as he checked her arousal with his hand once again.

Max picked up the discarded tan flogger and returned to his measured cadence. Two trips around Brooke's body and another check on her readiness and it was time to swap out implements.

Michelle handed Max the final flogger. This time the natural handle of the tan flogger was replaced with a red and black braided handle with thick leather falls. There was an obvious grain to this leather, unlike the soft fuzziness of the previous two; it looked like something that would truly hurt if not wheedled with restraint.

"Now he's going to set her on fire." Michelle whispered, as she gave Brad a playful little slap on the ass.

Max started by laying the thick tails of the flogger gently on Brooks shoulder allowing the harsh leather to dangly alongside her breast, only to withdraw it, dragging the heavy whip over her shoulder and down her back. Back and forth he drug the black leather along either side of her spine as if he was painting her back like the surface of a table, trailing down her ass and continuing down the back of her leg. Brooke's skin was already glowing red with excitement but now her skin was responding with tinny bumps of anticipation as Max drug his tool across her skin from shoulder to heal.

The first swing of the heavy grained leather landed gently on Brooke's ass causing her to flinch just slightly. Max repeated the previous pattern of increasing his force as he moved from one side to the other of her tailbone, concentrating on the firm round target. It wasn't long before Brooke's flinches were replaced by gentle moans of approval, increasingly audible as Max's enforcement increased.