by Jenna Rose
A hint of the pain came back but was gone in a few thrusts. And then there was only pleasure.
It’s happening…I thought as he gave it to me. He was fierce and dominant, driven wild by my body, but he wasn’t fucking me…
…no, I wouldn’t classify it as that.
I’d say he was making love to me.
It was such a strange thought that I could hardly process it, but that was the only way I could describe it. He was passionate as he moved, thrusting in and out of me, making me his, and even though I was bent over the bed and he was doing me from behind, I felt so close to him—not like he was just using me for what was between my legs.
He’d never do that…
I couldn’t even process what I was feeling. The physical sensations were there, so much so that they were almost overwhelming, but there was something else going on deep down inside me—the opposite of the anger and resentment I’d felt for him earlier…
…something I wasn’t sure I was ready or able to acknowledge. But it was there.
“I need to kiss you,” Harrison grunted.
“Yeah—?” But I didn’t get a chance to finish. Harrison forced me down onto the bed, grabbed my left leg, and spun me around onto my back, all the while staying inside me. The move took my breath away, and I tried to gasp but Harrison stopped that too by crushing his lips against mine.
Our tongues touched and I threw my arms and legs around him, pulling him into a lover’s embrace. A hunger rose inside me, like I couldn’t get enough and wanted to devour him—or have him devour me.
His cock went in and out of me, in and out, making wet smacking sounds, letting me know just how much I was dripping for him. I felt his balls slap against my asshole and the most primal lust rose within me as he continued to stretch me.
His thick, python arms wrapped around my body, making me feel so small and helpless in his grip. I felt his abs against mine, hard and chiseled as his hips bucked back and forth, the base of his stomach pressing against my clit and amplifying everything I was already feeling.
It’s going to happen again…
“I can feel you getting tight on my dick,” he whispered into my mouth. I opened my eyes and stared into his as the sensations within me grew.
“Please don’t stop,” I pleaded as he fucked me. “Please…I’m so close.”
“I never want to stop, princess. But I’m close too. I’m going to fill your pretty little pussy with cum. You want that, don’t you?”
The realization sparked in my mind like a fresh flame and I nodded eagerly, a new desire driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“I want you to come for me too,” he said. “I want to feel you come on me while I come into you and fill you with my load.”
“Yes!”
“It’s coming, princess,” he grunted. “I’m close.”
“Yes!”
And then it happened; we exploded together.
Hot jets of Harrison’s seed sprayed into me and I cried out, my body on fire and my blood pumping through my veins as my heart pounded and another orgasm seized me. I felt his balls, taut and twitching, pressed against my asshole, and clutched his body with my arms and legs as I shook uncontrollably.
I think I screamed his name…
I think I dug my nails into his back and knew I was hurting him but couldn’t stop…
I think my body bucked up off the bed but Harrison pinned me down beneath his weight…
And then I came back to Earth and opened my eyes to the shadowed ceiling of Harrison’s bedroom as we lay on the bed together beneath a shaft of moonlight.
“I—I don’t even know…” I stammered, trying to formulate some kind of sentence.
“I do,” Harrison whispered into my ear. “That was the most incredible moment of my life.”
“Really?” I asked, eager to hear anything he had to say to me.
“Yes, princess. And I’m going to make sure we both have many, many more of them.”
11
Gwen
I took a week off work. It wasn’t like me, and Jeff definitely tried to pry and get the scoop on what I was going to be up to, but I lied and told him I was heading back to San Diego to visit my parents, as I hadn’t seen them in about a year.
That wasn’t true, though. What I was really doing was lying on a yacht off the Amalfi coast, bathing in Italian sun, eating gourmet meals and getting my brains fucked out by my new billionaire boyfriend.
“Let’s get out of here,” Harrison had told me. “Audrey says I need a vacation, so let’s take one.”
“He does,” Audrey nodded, a cellphone on her ear and a laptop at her fingers. I was a bit hesitant at first, as I’d never taken time off before, but it didn’t take much convincing for Harrison to get me on his private jet and out of New Hampshire.
“Don’t worry,” he’d told me. “The world won’t collapse if Gwen Thompson goes away for a week.”
And here I was, lying topless on a yacht that would have made Puff Daddy jealous, staring up at the blue sky, dotted with puffy white clouds, sipping a mimosa while Harrison read some kind of financial magazine on a deck chair beside me.
“Do you want to go to shore later?” I asked him. “Get some dinner at a local place?”
“Whatever you want, princess,” he replied.
“Let’s do it,” I smiled. We’d been having Pierre, a private chef, cook every one of our meals for us, and although it was the best food I’d had in my life, I wanted to get out and see some of the sights.
“Sure. I’ll tell Pierre to skip dinner then.”
“I should get up and e-mail Jeff,” I replied. “Tell him we’ll be coming back tomorrow…but I really don’t want to. I’m so comfortable here.”
“I think you should stay there.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, tilting my head back to look at him. He was wearing white linen pants and a striped blue button up with a leather belt that cost more than my Camry. He looked like a fashion model.
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’re my view,” he smiled.
I melted.
“What about that view?” I asked, pointing to the coast, which was lined with gorgeous white Italian buildings and terracotta roofs.
“Not half as good,” he replied.
“Aw, you sweet-talker,” I laughed as I got to my knees and turned around to face him. He didn’t even hide the fact that he was looking at my tits, and I didn’t even pretend to be offended.
I stood up and pranced by him, letting my fingers slide across his shoulder as I did. He pinched my butt as I passed, and I glanced back at him, knowing it wouldn’t be long before we were rolling around in bed together again.
The inside of the yacht was like a five-star hotel. There was gorgeous wood everywhere, teak if I remembered right, and even the chairs probably cost more than my entire apartment building back in New Hampshire.
I made my way down the hall to the office—yes, Harrison’s boat has an office—and over to his laptop. I opened a browser and logged into my Gmail and started to write a letter to Jeff. Just as I was about to click send, a popup appeared in the middle of the screen and I clicked it instead.
“Oops,” I said as Harrison’s e-mail program popped up. I moved the cursor to minimize it, but something caught my eye and it stopped. An e-mail from Audrey:
Macadam Pines deal done. Thank God!
My heart skipped a beat.
What!?
I knew better than to snoop, and I certainly wasn’t one, but the e-mail was already open.
The Pines!?
Harrison had sworn to me that he wasn’t involved in the pines or anything to do with Tony Russell, and if that was true, why was Audrey e-mailing him about them and some sort of deal?
I glanced over my shoulder in case Harrison had come in to be with me, but I was alone.
“Fuck it,” I growled as I clicked the e-mail.
This deal was a pain in the ass, but I closed it. Tha
t Russell guy’s a real prick. We paid a bit more than you wanted, but it should pay off. Looks like we’re in business!
My heart skipped two beats and I clutched my chest as cold anxiety flooded through my body.
It can’t be…can it?
I re-read the e-mail as if somehow that would change things. I even double-checked to make sure it had come from Audrey and this somehow wasn’t about something other than what it appeared.
No…
I started to sweat, and it had nothing to do with the heat.
I glanced back down the hall to see if Harrison had come inside, but I was still alone. Quickly, I closed the e-mail and went back to my e-mail to Jeff, made a quick change, and clicked send.
My chest hurt. How could it be? Had Harrison really lied to me—been lying to me all this time? Was this trip really just an excuse to get me out of New Hampshire while Audrey did his dirty business for him?
He’d assured me that the world would keep spinning and the town wouldn’t fall apart if I took a week off, but really he’d just wanted to get me out of the way so he and Tony could finish their deal without me reporting on it.
Bastard…
I’d fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. The billionaire playboy had made me feel special, made me feel wanted, and I’d bought right into it. He’d got what he wanted—sex and his business deal—and now he didn’t need me anymore. We’d get back to New Hampshire and he’d make up some excuse as to why we couldn’t be together and that would be it.
I’m done.
Son of a bitch probably had a secret vasectomy too, which was why he was okay coming in me for the last week.
I stormed out of the office and back to the bedroom and started packing.
That’s it, I thought. I’m not waiting until tomorrow. I’m out of here now!
12
Harrison
“You get lost back there, babe?” I called back to Gwen. She’d gone inside at least fifteen minutes ago to send that e-mail to Jeff and hadn’t come back yet. Maybe she fell asleep on the bed or something.
“If I come in there,” I called out as I got to my feet. “And you’re lying on the bed, I’m going to peel those bikini bottoms off you and have my way with you!”
There was no response, so I headed inside and down to my office. I glanced in, but she wasn’t there, so I headed to the bedroom. But she wasn’t there either.
“Hmm,” I muttered as I checked the rest of the rooms of the yacht, but sure enough, Gwen was gone.
“What the hell?”
She couldn’t have gotten off the boat without me noticing. Maybe she’d gone down to the back and gone swimming without saying anything?
I headed down to the makeshift dock at the aft end of the ship, and as I stepped outside, heard the sound of a jet ski starting up and glanced over to my right to see Gwen, one of my gym bags slung over her shoulder, speeding away from me towards shore.
“Gwen!” I called out. She glanced over her shoulder, saw me, and flipped me the bird. For a second I thought she was just joking, but then I saw the look in her eyes and realized that something was very, very wrong.
“What the hell? Gwen!”
I called after her but she wasn’t stopping. I watched as the jet ski grew smaller in the distance, then raced back inside.
What was going on? What could have happened that would make Gwen want to run out on me like this? She was just sending an e-mail…
No, I thought, stopping in my tracks. It couldn’t be.
As panic started to set in, I raced into the office and opened my e-mail. Sure enough, there was the e-mail I’d been expecting from Audrey, letting me know the deal had gone through. And sure enough, it was marked read.
Gwen saw it.
Fuck.
I headed downstairs into the bottom of the yacht where I had yet another small boat parked inside. That way I didn’t have to hire someone from the shore to come ferry us back and forth. I opened the sliding door to the sea, hopped in it, and hit the switch that rolled the boat down into the water.
I hit the engine, backed up, turned the wheel, and gave the engine everything it could take and began speeding towards shore in the direction that Gwen had gone.
The wind whipped through my hair and sea spray splashed across my face as the boat thumped through the waves.
She shouldn’t have seen that…you should have been more careful.
But it was too late now. All I could do was track her down and try to get her back. But based on everything I knew about Gwen, that wasn’t going to be easy.
I came in hot to the docks and almost took out a couple climbing out of their boat. They threw me dirty looks and the woman shook her fist at me as I tied up my boat and hopped out.
My eyes scanned the harbor and the coast, searching for any sign of Gwen. But all I saw were herds of rich people, vacationers, and dockhands. But then I saw it—the jet ski Gwen had taken, beached on the shore where it definitely wasn’t supposed to be.
“Gwen!” I called out as I started running again.
The beach was filled with people and a small group of them were clustered around the jet ski, talking to themselves and pointing up the hill to a stone archway leading up to the town. It was as good a guess as any, so I picked up the pace, my heart pounding in my chest.
My footsteps echoed through the archway and I skidded to a stop on the cobbles of a busy street. I glanced right, but all I saw were cars and more people heading down to the harbor. I glanced left, praying I’d see her running away and glance back over her shoulder at me, but all I saw were more vacationers and a group of models with their photographer.
Shit!
I balled up a fist and slammed it against the wall, ignoring the pain that it produced. I was about to turn back, start asking people if they’d seen Gwen, when I heard a voice behind me.
“Hey, Mister.”
I turned around to see an Italian boy, probably not even eighteen, spinning a soccer ball on his finger and smiling at me.
“Looking for your girlfriend?” he asked.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Have you seen her?”
“Pretty girl? Bag over her shoulder?” he smiled. “Nice long legs?”
“Yes, that’s her! Where’d she go!?”
“Up those steps there,” he replied, pointing to a set of stone steps leading up to a plaza.
“Thanks, kid!” I said, snatching a hundred out of my pocket and shoving it in his hand.
“She looked mighty upset, sir!” he called after me as I ran. “I hope you have a good apology ready!”
I took the steps two at a time. They were slick and I almost ate shit halfway up, but I got to the top and quickly looked around the plaza, which was filled with people going about their day. I’d never been more annoyed with tourists in my life (even if I happened to be one of them).
And then I saw her.
There she is.
Gwen, her bag over her shoulder, marching through the horde of people wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She’d clearly just thrown something on and got dressed in a hurry before commandeering my jet ski.
I walked quickly, threading my way through the people. I bumped a street performer who was juggling and heard Italian curses being thrown my way as I continued on. Gwen had her back to me, and I was closing in on her, but just as I was getting close, a street vendor called out something to her, causing her to turn her head—and she saw me.
And when she did, she started running again.
13
Gwen
“Go, go, go, go, go, go, go,” I hissed to myself as I ran through the crowd and up the street. The bus station wasn’t far now. I could take it to the airport and get the hell out of here, but not if Harrison got to me first.
He’s actually chasing me! I thought as I ran. But why!?
I glanced over my shoulder; he was gaining on me. I thought for a second about shouting to a random person that I was being chased by a murderer or something, but
I didn’t want to get the cops involved. I also didn’t want to face the wrath of a vengeful billionaire after accusing him of being violent and dangerous.
So I kept running.
My chest was burning. I realized just how out of shape I was as I took a short flight of steps to the next road.
I guess sex isn’t that great of cardio as we’d like to think.
I looked over my shoulder again, expecting to see Harrison coming up the stairs behind me, but he wasn’t there.
Did I lose him? I thought as I kept running.
I could see the bus stop now; it was just up the road. I’d be there in twenty seconds and then I’d be out of here and would have the world’s longest flight home to think about how much of a sucker I was and how big of a mistake I’d made.
“Gwen!”
Harrison leapt out in front of me and I slammed right into him. It was like running into a tree.
I fell backwards and would have landed flat on my ass if he hadn’t caught me around the waist with one arm like we were dancing. I looked up into his eyes, and even though I was panicked and furious, felt butterflies in my stomach when I saw him gazing down at me.
“Let me go,” I told him firmly.
“Just let me talk to you for a minute—”
“Let me go!” I snapped.
Harrison sighed and lifted me to my feet. “Fine. But will you please just let me explain.”
I gave him a dirty look and reached down for my bag, but he already had his hand on it and quickly pulled it away from me before I could grab it.
“Harrison—”
“Gwen, just listen to me—”
“Give me my bag, Harrison!” I shouted, drawing the attention of a few people standing near us. “Give me my bag so I can get out of here.”
“I’ll give you your bag, Gwen,” he replied. “But only after you hear me out.”
“Why do I want to hear you out!?” I snapped, getting right up in his face. “It’ll just be more lies! Because that’s what you are, Harrison! You’re a liar and a con man who used me to get what he wanted. You sweet-talked me, you romanced me, you fucked me, and then you got me out here so that Audrey could handle your dirty business back in New Hampshire without me on your case.”