I push the thud of guilt away. I’ve apologised for that now. And she seems to have accepted my apology. I’ll just make sure to give her as much pleasure as I can right now to distract her from the memory of that mistake.
Moving the dildo back up to the slick entrance of her vagina, I play with it there, pushing it forward a little so she starts to open up and take the rounded glass head inside her.
Her stuttering inhalation of breath makes me smile.
I push it deeper, then deeper still, fascinated as I watch the ridges disappear one by one inside her.
‘How does that feel?’ I ask, fascinated by the way her body twitches and writhes with pleasure as I increase the pressure.
‘So good. It feels like I’m being penetrated over and over again as it goes in,’ she answers in a husky voice. I can tell from the flush on her cheeks that she’s thoroughly enjoying this.
I lean towards her again and blow on her clit as I continue to move the dildo in and out of her, picking up the pace a little as I see her stomach begin to tense. She’s close to orgasm already, I can tell.
‘Oh fuck, Jamie, yes. That feels so good. Don’t stop!’ she pants, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
And I love the sound of my name on her lips.
Love it.
Barely a moment later, she bucks and twists her hips, her hands screwing the sheet into balls at her sides and lets out a long, low scream of pleasure, completely lost to the orgasm I’m giving her.
Because that’s exactly what’s happening here. I’m giving this to her. I’m totally in control of her pleasure.
And I really fucking like that.
It takes a few moments for her to come round from her private world of gratification, but when she finally opens her eyes I can see her mind has been blown.
‘Wow...’ She groans. ‘That was intense.’
I can’t stop the smile that’s pulling at my mouth.
I gently draw the dildo out of her and discard it onto the floor beside the bed.
‘I feel like I should return the favour,’ she says, propping herself up on her elbows, a seductive, hazy look in her eyes. ‘I hate to think this was all going to be one-sided. It’s not my style to be selfish in bed.’
My body heats with interest, my already hard cock bobbing against my stomach as I think about all the things she could do to pay me back. One thing in particular springs to mind. But before I can even voice it she rolls onto her side then gets onto her knees and crawls towards me, lowering her head in readiness to take my cock into her mouth. And it’s as though my ultimate fantasy has come true—the one I’d thought about in the sea. She pokes out her tongue and flicks the end of my cock with it, sending shivers of electric sensation through me.
‘Kneel up,’ she tells me, looking up at me with those beautiful, determined eyes.
I do as she says without a murmur and am immediately rewarded as she takes my dick into her hot, wet mouth, sliding me deep into her throat.
She looks up at me, her expression heated and totally trusting.
And, oh fuck, I’m lost.
April
Now we’ve started having sex, we don’t seem to be able to stop.
It’s bizarre, but I feel as if I’ve been given a shot of some kind of lust drug so that the moment he leaves the room all I can think about is him coming back so I can have him inside me again.
Giving myself over to Jamie was terrifying at first, but then totally exhilarating. Letting him take the lead—something I’ve not allowed any of my sexual partners to do in the last decade—seemed perfectly right.
He’s the first and only man ever to break my tightly held control.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this before, not even Jamie when we were together. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that we have finite time together that’s driving it. Whatever it is, it’s making me think about sex in a whole new way. And I’ve decided, to hell with it. I’m just going to go with it for now. It’s not as if I don’t deserve to have some fun. The last ten years have been spent doing the right thing and, while I’m here on Jamie’s secluded private island away from real life, I’ve decided I’m going to do the wrong thing.
Just this once.
I’m going to be the woman I can’t be anywhere else.
So we have sex. A lot of it. For the rest of the day and most of the night.
In the morning I wake up to find him lying next to me, having fallen asleep after our sex marathon, finally sated and exhausted. But somehow I still seem to be able to find the energy to have his cock inside me again as soon as he wakes up and rolls over, discovering me there next to him.
I beg a little time on my own after that, needing it in order to get my head together and do some kind of exercise that doesn’t involve my vagina.
Normally, I go to the gym for an hour every day before work and do yoga for half an hour in the evenings, but just a short blast in Jamie’s gym is sufficient to satisfy my exercise needs today.
Funnily enough, I’ve found it easier than I thought I would to refrain from checking my phone for news of work all the time. It seems the sky hasn’t fallen in without me, which is heartening. It makes me determined to take more holiday in the future than I’ve allowed myself in recent years.
Later he finds me in the library, curled up on his red leather Chesterfield sofa, reading a science fiction novel that had caught my interest.
He brings me a glass of champagne to drink and puts it onto the small side table next to where I’m sitting.
‘Thanks,’ I say. It gives me a warm sort of feeling in my chest to have him looking after me like this.
‘I didn’t have you pinned as a sci-fi nerd,’ he teases, sitting down next to me and checking out the front cover of the book. ‘I thought you preferred romance novels.’
‘There are lots of things you don’t know about me,’ I point out with a wry smile. ‘Ten years is a long time.’
I pick up my drink as a distraction from the tense atmosphere I’ve created with that comment and take a sip. The bubbles go up my nose, causing me to cough and the glass to tip a little in my hand, spilling champagne down the front of my sundress.
‘You don’t seem to be able to keep your clothes clean at the moment,’ he says with a wry grin.
‘Yes, well, normally I’m absolutely pristine and totally in control of my appearance, but it seems whenever you’re around I can’t help but make a mess of myself.’
‘I like seeing you all messed up,’ he says, his voice deepening to a sexy drawl. ‘It’s hot.’ His eyes darken with desire and my pussy gives an immediate throb in response.
This gives me an idea. One I think he’ll like.
Lifting the flute above my head, I tilt my face upward and open my mouth. Then, with a wink towards him, I tip the glass so the fizzing liquid pours over the rim and cascades down towards my mouth, some of it hitting its target but most not, so that the whole front of my dress is soaked with bubbling alcohol.
I give a small, delicious shiver as I feel it run down between my breasts and soak into the front of my knickers.
‘I can’t believe you just did that,’ Jamie growls, then gets up from the sofa and kneels in front of me, between my legs, putting his hands on my waist and sliding me closer to him so he can run his tongue first over my lips, then down my chin to my throat. He laps at my damp skin, moving downward with every lick until he’s deep into my cleavage.
I can’t help but laugh with delight at the reaction I’ve drawn from him.
‘This is the only way I ever want to taste alcohol again,’ he mutters against my breasts.
I freeze as the stupidity of what I’ve done suddenly occurs to me. I put a hand on each side of his head and pull his head away from my breasts, forcing him to look up at me. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, both aware of my unsaid apology
in the air but neither of us wanting to tackle that subject right now and kill the mood. To his credit he doesn’t pick me up on my lack of tact and reaches up to place a hot, searching kiss on my mouth.
My heart throbs hard with a new, warm affection for him. And I’m suddenly nervous, jittery—afraid of the feeling that’s rising in me like a tide about to break.
I need to refocus my thoughts. Sex them back up. That’s what I’m here for, after all: pure carnal satisfaction.
I pull away from him and glance down.
‘Oh dear, I seem to have made a mess of your lovely sofa too,’ I say with unconvincing remorse.
‘Yes,’ he says, surveying the spatters of alcohol on the leather seat. ‘Let me show you what happens to women who make a mess of my things.’
Grabbing me behind the knees, he pulls me off the sofa and manhandles me round so I’m now kneeling in front of it with my back to him. He tugs up the hem of my dress and yanks my knickers down to my knees, exposing my buttocks to his greedy gaze. Then he puts the flat of his hand onto my back and pushes me down so I’m forced to press my chest onto the sofa seat.
I’m now bent at the waist with my ass in the air, obediently waiting for him to do what he will to me.
And I love it.
My pussy is already puffy and slick with need and I feel my juices run down my legs as I wait, my breath coming fast and my whole body trembling with anticipation.
There’s a resounding silence in the room before he brings the flat of his hand down sharply onto my left buttock, leaving a delicious sting in its wake.
I let out a groan of pleasure and ready myself for the next contact. It comes quickly, again and again as he slaps my ass hard, sending a rush of blood to my skin there and making my pussy throb with an overwhelming desire to be filled.
He moves on to the other buttock, giving it the same treatment, causing endorphins to rush through my system, taking me into a world of beautiful, edgy pleasure.
And then it stops.
I wait, my heart in my mouth and my buttocks burning deliciously, to see what he’ll do next.
‘I think you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much,’ he teases, and I shiver with pleasure as he skates his fingers up the inside of my thighs to my pussy, which hums with anticipation for his touch. He doesn’t make me wait for this, though, and I feel one of his long, thick fingers penetrate me, pushing in a knuckle-length at a time until it’s buried as deep as it can go. Then he adds another finger. He plays them both there, widening them to open me up, then sliding back and forth, setting my nerve endings on fire.
And it feels so good.
I pull in a startled breath as he suddenly pulls his fingers out of my pussy and slides them straight up to my asshole, using the slick, silky moisture of my desire to ease his path. He plays around a little there, teasing me, sending raptures of joy through my body as he presses around the tightly puckered hole. Then he slowly slides one finger inside me.
I suck in a ragged breath, the illicit sensation of his rude invasion driving me a little wild.
He adds a second finger and an eager moan rumbles out of me. I love this. I’ve always loved it. And he knows that only too well.
He uses these two fingers to stretch me out, moving slowly in and out of the tight channel until I stop resisting. Then he pulls them out and a second later I feel his cock pressing against the entrance to my pussy. Without a word, he slides his cock deep inside me, then begins to pound into me, his breathing quickening in sync with my own.
But it seems that’s not the focus of his end game and he pulls out of me after a few strokes and slides the head of his cock up to my ass.
I let out another moan of excitement as he draws more delicious thrills of sensation from the sensitive bundle of nerves there, sliding himself over and over me till I think I’m going to die with want.
‘You ready for this?’ he murmurs.
‘Yes, yes, do it!’ I groan, not caring about anything except the thrill of finally experiencing something so thoroughly indecent and tawdry. So unladylike. So contrary to the civilised, controlled veneer I have to project in my day-to-day life.
It’s such a turn-on for me and I ache for it.
My slickness is still coating his shaft so he slides into me fairly easily, opening me up to his intrusion, though he takes it slowly, giving me time to adjust to his substantial girth. His path burns through me, but it’s a good pain, one I’m enjoying more than I can express in words.
It’s so filthy. Lewd. Illicit.
To me it’s the ultimate carnal act. There’s something about the vulgarity of it that really turns me on. It’s rude, crude and dirty, and I love it. Love giving myself over to it.
Once he’s as deep inside me as he can go, he holds himself there for a moment, seeming to enjoy the power he has over me and my needs, before drawing slowly out of me again, making me shiver with delight before pushing back into me again.
I no longer have control over the guttural groans of pleasure coming from deep in my throat as he works my ass, sending dizzying quivers of elation racing through my entire body.
A wave of emotion rushes through me as he continues to take what he wants from me and I suddenly feel the need to ground myself before I totally lose control.
‘Want to know a secret?’ I whisper.
He stills his movements and his fingers dig into my hips, his body pressed hard against mine, as if it’s taking all his willpower not to keep moving and listen to what I have to say.
‘Yes,’ he says in a low, fervent tone. ‘I do.’
‘I’ve only ever done this with you,’ I murmur, my voice guttural and saturated with pleasure. I want him to know that I’m putting my faith in him with this. That I trust he won’t let me down by spilling my secrets again.
He leans down and kisses me between my shoulder blades, his breath hot on my back. ‘That makes me very happy,’ he murmurs against my skin before resuming the exhilarating sensation of his thrusts inside me, taking me to the edge of ecstasy over and over again until I can’t stand it any longer and have to move my hand down between my legs to stroke my finger over and over my clit for release from it.
I come hard, seeing stars and patterns in front of my eyes, my world a kaleidoscope of colour. It’s the most breathtakingly fierce orgasm I’ve ever had and a low, animalistic sound resonates from deep in my lungs, rudely breaking the heavy tranquillity of the air around us.
This seems to arouse Jamie even more and through my haze of pleasure I feel him pound into me harder and faster until he lets out his own low, angry-sounding growl and finally shudders to a halt, his cock buried deep inside me.
‘Fuck. That was incredible,’ he says after a few moments when neither of us seem able to speak or move.
He slides his hands under my body and wraps his arms around my waist, pinning me there under him, as if he’s claiming me for his own. As if I’m not allowed to leave until he says so.
My heart leaps with happiness at the sensation of feeling so wanted, so cherished, so coveted.
I really believe now that he’s truly sorry for what he did to me, and for the way he’s behaved ever since. For all the pain he’s caused me.
As I lie there under him, enjoying the feeling of being trapped by his powerful body, I wonder whether he was right about this being a way for us to make things right between us. Something that’s been impossible during our brief, angry clashes in London, where we’ve circled around each other like angry dogs snapping and spoiling for a fight.
The simple, serene atmosphere on the island has done my state of mind so much good.
Positivity rises through my body, riding a wave of optimism. Does this mean we could get to a point where the two of us could be close again? Where we could actually consider being together? Once my father hands over the business to me, I’ll finally be free
of his tyranny. I’ll be the one in charge, both of the company and my life.
It’s time for me to break away from the life I thought I wanted in London and start living it the way I always wanted to when I was younger.
With Jamie by my side?
Perhaps.
If he feels the same way I do.
Which I think he might.
It certainly feels possible right now with him pressed to me, his arms encircling me as though he never wants to let me go.
But then I’ve been wrong about him before, I remind myself.
I can only hope that this time my instincts are sound.
CHAPTER NINE
Jamie
AFTERWARDS WE TAKE a bath together.
She sits between my legs, her back to my chest with my arms wrapped around her.
It feels right, our bodies melded together so perfectly.
The intensity of our fucking over the last couple of days has both surprised and fascinated me. I had no idea I could reach the highs I have with her. No idea I could reach a state where my body physically aches for hers to be pressed against, beside or around me.
Her total trust in me, downstairs in my library just now, pretty much blew my mind.
I still feel a bit unnerved by it, to tell the truth.
The way she looked at me after I said that stupid thing about only wanting to taste alcohol when it was on her skin had shaken me at the time. Because I realised it was too romantic a thing to say. Too personal and weighted with feeling. Which is why I’d flipped the mood into one of me dominating her instead. I’d wanted to show her I was still in charge of my feelings.
But then that had got away from me too when she told me that that filthy, intimate act was all mine—that most personal sacrifice of her body. All mine. And I realised she was totally giving herself to me. Trusting me.
In those profound, emotionally raw moments it seemed as if she was only just stopping short of saying I love you.
This should have delighted me—persuading her to fall for my charms had been my aim in getting her here, after all—but it didn’t. It scared me. Because of what it might mean.
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