Completing Beauty: Books 1-3

by Stella Andrews

  Reaching out, I take a strand of her hair and make a decision. It begins now. Here on the Island Star. By my reckoning we have an hour to kill and I can think of nothing I’d like more than spending it exploring this exquisite creature.

  So, I lean down and whisper, “Are you ready for your first lesson?”

  The sudden spark of desire in her eyes is a good answer, and I almost pull her over in my haste to reach my cabin.

  It doesn’t take long and soon we are right back where we were last and as I close and lock the door; I turn and regard the object of my fascination standing trembling before me.

  She bites her lip and I feel my cock twitch as I say darkly, “Remove your jacket.”

  She faces me and does what I say, and I feel a rush of power surge through me. I imagine her on her knees and willing to do anything to please me. I remove my shirt and watch her pupils dilate and say gently, “Come to me.”

  She walks across the room nervously and as she reaches me, I take her hand and raise it to my lips, kissing it gently. She gasps and I love how the slightest thing turns her on and reaching for her satin top that she wore under her jacket, I pull it gently off, marveling at the way her breasts heave in the lacey bra that cost a small fortune. Those breasts are not man made, they are man desired, and I lower my lips to kiss the soft plump swell of her breasts as they heave before me. She gasps and I feel her tense as I run my hand around the back and unfasten the catch, allowing them to spill free toward my eager hand. I touch them reverently, running my hand around the nipple and relish the sight of it hardening under my touch. Lowering my lips, I take one in my mouth and roll my tongue around the tip, gently sucking as she moans against me.

  Then I kiss a trail to her neck and bite gently, causing her to shake in my arms, and I love every minute of it. Exploring my wife is the best feeling in the world and I’m in no hurry, despite what my cock thinks.

  Reaching for her, I unfasten her trousers and as they fall to her ankles, I lift her and carry her to the bed, dressed only in the palest blue lace panties.

  As I settle her back against the plumped pillows, I take a moment to stare at the creature I have trapped in my lair. She is perfect and as she tries to cover her nakedness, I growl, “Do not try to hide from me. If you do, I will secure your wrists to the bed.”

  She gasps and yet I see a spark of desire light up her eyes and I laugh to myself. Interesting. Maybe my little innocent virgin will not be averse to my own particular pleasure. But not now. Now is all about creating something so wonderful she will crave recreating it every hour of the day.

  My gaze travels all over her as I openly stare with unhidden lust at the creature quivering beneath me.

  Keeping my jeans on, I kneel before her and gently ease those panties down before holding them to my face and sniff, savoring the scent of lust mixed with innocence. I can feel the beast in me roaring to devour her, but I hold it back. Not now. It’s all about her and what she needs because I will not rush this moment.

  Gently, I part her legs with my hands and lower my mouth to the place I have been desiring to go since I first laid eyes on this beauty many months ago.

  I flick my tongue to taste the slick wet juices of her desire and she whimpers. Gently, I take her clit in my mouth and roll my tongue against it, gently nipping causing friction and she moans. I can taste her desire and it spurs me on to lap like a greedy animal at the feet of a goddess.

  She starts to wriggle and I smile against the hottest pussy I’ve had the pleasure to taste. She tastes so much better than any before her, reinforcing the decision I made. She is mine and I am the only man in the world who has tasted this piece of heaven and it makes me more feral than I was before.

  As she writhes and gasps under my tongue, I feel how much she wants me. Like a new flower coming into bloom, she opens up to me and I can’t get enough. Then she can’t hold on much longer and her screams go straight to my heart because it’s the scream of pleasure and discovering a whole new world. Anastasia Johnson is almost a woman, and I can’t wait to explore the rest of her when we reach the island.

  Chapter 25

  Anastasia

  I almost can’t look at Tobias as I dress. What just happened? It was so embarrassing afterward but so intoxicating as he did things to me I would never admit to anyone else. Do people really do that? I’m not naïve and have heard about it but that - the feelings that he created were so incredible it’s now my new favorite drug.

  I hated the fact he watched me dress like a tiger stalking its prey. There is no getting away from him and the thought that I screamed so loudly makes the heat travel through me again. What if anyone heard?

  I quickly cover my modesty and almost can’t look at him until he says firmly, “Come to me, little bird.”

  I do as he says with my eyes lowered and to my surprise, he fists my hair and pulls my head back to look up into his dark, flashing eyes. I wince as I feel the pain and he growls, “I said, never look down and always look people in the eye. You are a strong woman and I will not tolerate weakness around me.”

  I feel my eyes well with tears and fight them back. Then he grinds his lips to mine and begins an onslaught on my senses that leaves my lips bruised, swollen and desperate for more. What is it about this man that terrifies me one minute and has me craving him the next?

  He pulls away and strokes my hair with a gentleness that is the total opposite to what just happened and he whispers softly, “I have much to teach you and your fear is the first flaw we must deal with. You have nothing to fear from me, and I do not expect to see it in your eyes. You look at me as an equal and somebody who will always have your best interests at heart. I will not tolerate weakness and if I see it again, I will punish you for it. Do you understand me?”

  I gasp, “Yes, Tobias.”

  He leans in and growls. “Yes, sir, when I am teaching you a lesson.”

  “Um, yes, sir.”

  He releases me and then takes my hand and smiles. “Then the first lesson is concluded. I hope that has taken the embarrassment away.”

  Thinking of what he just did to me makes me smile and he laughs. “When we reach the island, we will progress to the next one, immediately.”

  He winks and pulls me from the cabin and I follow him in shock. I don’t understand this man at all. One minute he’s soft and gentle and the next hard and brutal. His moods switch like a pendulum and far from feeling confused, I just feel excited by it. I love both sides of him because one balances the other. It makes things exciting and I can’t wait to see what else he has in store for me because as days go, this one is shaping up to be best one of my life.

  The Island Star is an incredible boat. The rest of the voyage is spent exploring and trying to come to terms with my new life. The entire time Tobias holds my hand and points things out that he thinks will interest me and obviously takes great pleasure from my excitement.

  The staff keep a respectful distance and the guards are all but invisible to me now.

  When he wants to be, Tobias is an engaging companion and today he is more relaxed than I have seen him before.

  Soon we see land and he stands beside me at the prow of the boat and points to a white sandy beach, not far away. He says with pride, “The boat will drop anchor here and we will take the tender to the shore. The men will organize the luggage and the boat will wait for our return.”

  I feel so excited I can’t speak because I have never seen such a place. We never traveled because my father didn’t believe in it. He was a workaholic and any vacations were spent in the area, or at home. I feel as if my sheltered upbringing has impeded me, which was one of the reasons I agreed to this marriage. I want to explore the world. I want to see places I’ve read about, or seen on the television, or in movies. I want to sample different cuisine and shop in exotic locations. I want to feel the sun on my skin and gasp at a stunning sunrise, or watch the setting sun. There is so much I want to do, and Tobias can offer me that. In fact, the more I get
to know him, the more I realize just what he can offer me, and suddenly my marriage becomes a little less scary and a lot more interesting.

  We make our way to shore and I love the speed at which we travel across the waves. I feel the spray on my face and taste the saltiness of the droplets of water that catch on my lips. Tobias smiles as he watches me laugh as the spray hits me and I can tell my happiness pleases him. For some reason, I feel more relaxed around him and am keen to see where this new found understanding takes us.

  The boat moors on a wooden jetty and I see a party of about six people lined up to greet us. Tobias jumps out first and then takes my hand, helping me exit the boat as gracefully as possible and I smile as a beaming woman dressed in a beautiful pink silk dress, hands me what appears to be a brightly decorated cocktail and says happily, “Welcome to the hideaway Mrs. Moretti.”

  She offers one to Tobias and says respectfully, “Welcome home, Mr. Moretti.”

  He takes the drink and actually smiles at her and says warmly, “Thank you, Marla. It’s good to be here.”

  We shake the hands of the rest of the staff whose names I can’t possibly remember, and we follow Marla toward the most breath-taking property I think I’ve ever seen. It shines like a jewel in a very golden crown and appears serene and calm and a place to forget normal life exists. Beautiful flowers are everywhere and white sails provide shade from the burning sun, under which are large double daybeds with deep white cushions begging for attention. I am blown away by this place and say in awe, “You are so lucky Tobias, this place is paradise.”

  He laughs softly, but I can tell he is pleased by my enthusiasm, because his obvious love of this house is plain to see.

  “Come, I’ll show you around.”

  He turns to Marla, “We will catch up later, Marla, I need some time with Mrs. Moretti first.”

  She almost bows and backs away and I stare after her in astonishment and he laughs. “Come.”

  Once again, I get a tour of luxury and each room is more incredible than the last. I can see why it’s called the hideaway because there is nothing on the horizon, just open space and this serene piece of paradise that is ours to enjoy.

  There are several pools of varying sizes and a couple of hot tubs depending on which way the sun is hitting. As properties go, this one is surely the most decadent and I wonder about the man I married. How rich is he for god’s sake because no man should have this much wealth?

  We reach the bedroom and I swallow hard as I see the stark white interior facing the ocean. There is a wall of glass separating us from the view and the bed is dressed in the purest white silk with just a few scatter cushions and white furniture to hold the bedside lamps which provide a splash of color to an otherwise calm and peaceful space.

  Tobias is obviously happy here and reaches out and swings me around with a lightness I haven’t seen before, and it’s contagious as I fall into fits of the giggles as we tumble onto the bed.

  He rolls on top of me and says huskily, “Now is a good time for lesson number 2.”

  Immediately, I feel a surge of lust and remember to look him in the eye. I almost close them again because suddenly he is serious and by the look of him, ready to play hard.

  I feel a little anxious because anybody could see us and he must sense this because he whispers, “Relax, this side of the island is out of bounds. The only thing to watch us would be a lone sea bird, so relax and let me start the lesson.

  I nod and he stands and says firmly, “Undress me.”

  Scooting off the bed, I reach for his shirt and lift it gently over his head, marveling at the abs of steel that are turning a more normal color now.

  I long to kiss those bad boy tattoos and he growls, “It’s yours, do whatever you want.”

  Leaning forward, I inhale the musky scent of the man who is fast becoming everything to me and then lick his nipple gently. He tenses and yet stands still and feeling more confident, I kiss him all over that infernally hard chest. “Now my pants.”

  With trembling fingers, I unbuckle his belt and hesitate as I reach the button fastening them closed. He growls with impatience and I can see why because his pants are filling up and it must be uncomfortable for him, so I quickly pull down the zip and release his manhood from their confined space. Even through the thin fabric of his boxers, I see the sheer size of it and feel a little faint as I contemplate what he will use it for.

  Then I slide his trousers down his legs and whimper as I see the full force of the man I am expected to take.

  “The rest.”

  His voice is firm but I detect a rawness to it that tells me he’s so turned on right now and with shaking fingers, I grip the waistband of his boxers and pull them down almost afraid to look.

  However, he is not having that and says roughly, “Look at me.”

  I look up and he has a wicked glint in his eye as he says roughly, “Stroke it.”

  Nervously, I reach out and find it’s surprisingly smooth to touch and not at all unpleasant. As I caress the skin, he groans and it begins to leak a thin white liquid from the tip. I feel a little concerned and look up, only for him to say roughly, “Now lick the tip.”

  Feeling quite sick at the thought, I can tell he is in no mood for me to refuse, so I gather any strength left in me and run my tongue over the tip and taste the saltiness of the man holding himself so still before me.

  “Now take it in your mouth.”

  I feel curious but not disgusted and find I am eager to comply. As he slides to the back of my throat, I gag a little and he eases back, giving me room to adjust to him being inside my mouth.

  He holds onto my head with both hands and says huskily, “I’m going to move now and you must suck as I push. Understand?”

  I nod and as he starts to thrust forward, I try to suck and lick his velvet shaft as he completely fills my mouth. His grunts of pleasure spur me on and I find a strange fascination with making him groan even louder. If anyone could see us, they would see me fully dressed on my knees before this man as he punishes my mouth with hard, angry thrusts. He growls, “Grab my balls and squeeze them hard.” Tentatively, I reach up and hold his testicles in my hand and slowly rotate them and he grunts. He increases his rhythm and I almost can’t keep up as he thrusts into me like a man possessed. Despite this feeling a little degrading, I also find it extremely erotic and find myself daring to tease and lick him to make him groan even louder. I use my other hand to rub the base of his cock and apply a pressure that makes him roar. Then he grabs my head and thrusts in and out so quickly I almost gag and he roars, “You will swallow every drop.”

  Before I can even understand what he means, a thick salty liquid hits the back of my throat making me gag and he holds my head still and says roughly, “I said drink it.”

  Screwing my eyes tightly shut, I do as he asks and after the first drop slides down my throat, I relax and discover it’s not that unpleasant. Then he pulls back and lifts me to him and holds me so tenderly, whispering, “Good girl. That was the best one ever.”

  I feel a surge of pride because I did that. I made him happy and I thought I could never do it. He may have told me what to do, but I made him orgasm so hard, I’m sure they heard us back home.

  Pulling back, he says softly, “Come, we will shower together.”

  Immediately, I tense and he shakes his head. “You will do as I say because by the time I take your virginity, there will be no barriers between us and you will be begging me to.”

  Trying so hard to act cool and as if I’m ok with all this, I smile shakily and he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. “It’s ok, my little bird, it’s ok to feel shy and embarrassed. You don’t have to pretend around me. I am here to teach you something amazing and I want you to realize just how powerful you are. Never be ashamed of what we do because it’s the most natural thing in the world.”

  He kisses me so softly and sweetly it erases the fear from earlier. I almost believe he loves me because he is being so sweet and
tender. Maybe he does, maybe I stand a chance of the happily ever after. Perhaps this is the start of a love affair that will last for eternity. I can only hope it is because now I’ve found him, I never want to let him go.

  Chapter 26

  Tobias

  Anastasia is surprising me. I am enjoying her company and not just because I’m getting off on teaching her about sex. In fact, I’m surprising myself because normally I’m keen to just fuck a woman and be done with it but this is proving quite the eye opener.

  Watching her explore something so new and fantastic is opening my own eyes. I am relishing my role as her teacher and find myself wanting to give her so much pleasure, more than my own. That alone is unusual, and I wonder if it’s just because it’s different. It must be because I’m not one for patience.

  Then again, she angers me when she fears me. It’s like a knife cutting me inside when I see the pain and fear in her eyes. I want her to trust me. To open up and let me in. I don’t want a woman who cowers away in a corner, fearful of what I may do. I know I’m not an easy man to tolerate, but sometimes she makes me feel as if I’m the devil incarnate.

  As I lead her to the shower, I decide to tone it down a little. She needs nurturing, not frightening and for the first time in my life; I decide to put a woman first. I don’t want to scare her away because I’m not certain I will let her go. That alone worries me because I made a vow to let no one in. It’s why I’ve lived as I do. But now…

  Feeling a little out of sorts, I break my promise to myself as quickly as I made it and revert back to the bully in me and snap, “Take off your clothes.”

  Her eyes widen and yet she does as I say and once again, I find myself hard for her. I’m not sure why, but this beauty has the ability to control me by one look alone and it’s not what I want, so I decide to take back control as I’m used to doing.

  She stands quivering before me, waiting for my command and my world rights itself.