by Vivi Paige
“Good girl.” He laid both hands on my head. He threaded his fingers into my hair, held my head in place for a couple of heartbeats, and then dictated my movements. Surrendering all my free will, I bobbed my head, the pace increasing with each passing second.
It didn’t take long before I gave him all that I had, the wet sound of my lips rolling up and down his cock blending with that of the waves lapping at the yacht. Cupping his balls with one hand, I used the other to match the motion of my mouth, and I stroked him with the same intensity with which I sucked and licked.
Before I met him, I thought going down on a man was something you did to pleasure him. Now, I finally understood I was looking at it the wrong way. Or maybe, I had just never met a man who made me experience things in such a way. Against all odds, I enjoyed sucking him even more than he did, and I wouldn’t have minded spending the rest of my night there, down on my knees as he fucked my little mouth.
“So fucking good,” he growled, his fingers tightening against my scalp. He put a stop to my pendulum motion and, taking control, he rocked his hips. I felt his flesh sliding back and forth, the warmth of it driving me completely crazy, and a wicked moan rose up my throat.
Suddenly, his cock throbbed against my tongue, weighing it down, and I wondered if he had reached his limit. Cupping my own breasts, my hard nipples trapped under my fingers, I readied myself to have him explode inside my mouth, but he seemed to have other plans. He pulled back from me, his cock popping out of my mouth, and then took me by the hand. He tugged on it, wanting me to stand up, but I didn’t.
Instead, I just grinned.
“No,” I told him, and surprise flashed across his eyes. He wasn’t the kind of man who was used to hearing no, and I didn’t think he had ever relinquished control when it came to sex. Hell, I didn’t think, up until that moment, he had relinquished control when it came to anything. “You come here,” I continued, and grabbing his wrist with both my hands, I pulled him down.
He knelt in front of me, a blend of confusion and anticipation washing over his face. Moving fast, I placed both hands on his chest and pushed him down until he lay on the deck, and that’s when I climbed on top of him. Digging my fingertips into his chest, hard enough to draw blood, I leaned down until our lips were no more than a single inch apart.
“Now it’s my turn,” I whispered.
“Your turn for what?”
I didn’t answer his question.
At least not with words.
Chapter Seventeen
I had never met anyone like her.
She was fire and ice, sanity and madness. She was everything I never knew I wanted, a fragile and delicate thing that was mine to break and corrupt. Thing was, right now it looked like she was the one about to do the breaking and corrupting. Her innocent looks had given way to a wild expression, and blue flames of lust danced in her eyes. I might have been the Big Bad Wolf, but she had the look of someone with a leash in her hands.
Straddling me, her knees on either side of my thighs, she moved her fingers down my stomach. Slowly, she reached for my cock, gripping it so tightly that I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. It seemed like she had taken a liking to the art of pain. This could be fun.
“How does it feel to not be in control?” she whispered, her narrowed eyes locked on mine. As she spoke, she raised her hips slightly, creating an opening between our bodies. She used that opening to angle my cock down and, taking complete control of what was happening, she started massaging her own pussy with the tip of my hardness. My body reacted on pure instinct and I thrust upward, but she was quick to put a stop to it.
Slamming the open palm of her free hand on my chest, she forced me to remain still, her smile widening into a grin.
“Don’t even think about it.” She continued to move the tip of my cock over the length of her inner lips. She teased me, driving me crazy, and she loved every fucking second. “I’m in charge now.”
“You’re only in charge because I let you be in charge,” I told her, and she answered that by tightening her fingers around my cock even more. “Fuck,” I breathed out, my thoughts turning into ash inside my head.
I’m a pretty wild guy when it comes to fucking a woman’s brains out, but I had never had anyone make me feel like that. My mind was completely blank, and the concepts of past and future seemed to be nothing but stupid inventions. Right then, I was fully in the present. I had fucking transcended everything and achieved enlightenment, all because she gripped my cock.
“I know what you want,” she continued, slowly allowing a single inch of my cock inside her pussy. My flesh throbbed violently against her fingers, the wet warmth of her pussy almost making me come. It took every ounce of self-restraint that I had to stop it from happening. “You want to fuck me. Don’t you? You want to slide this hard cock of yours deep inside me. Don’t you?”
“You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you, Scarlett,” I growled, and I meant it. Shit, I had never meant anything as much as that. By the time I was done with her, she wouldn’t even be capable of recalling her own name.
Bending over, her hair cascading over my chest, she tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth. She ran the tip of her tongue over the gap between my lips, and then laid maddening kisses on my neck. Then, her tongue circled back to my mouth, and she only stopped when her lips were pressed against my ear.
“I’m counting on it,” she whispered, her voice slipping into my brain and choking whatever common sense I still had. “But first, I’m going to give you a taste of what I can do.”
She did it fast and mercilessly.
She slammed herself down on my cock, my full length piercing her in a fraction of a second. Her mouth hung open, her eyes becoming as wide as plates, and her inner walls became so tight around my cock it almost seemed she wanted to choke it out.
“I love how hard you are,” she swayed her hips as she annihilated me completely. Rocking her body with furious movements, her body undulating like a whip cutting through the air, she did what she had promised and gave me a taste of what she was capable of. And what she was capable of… holy fuck, it was heaven on Earth.
“I love how fucking dirty you can be.” I brought my hands down on her ass with a quick movement, slapping her flesh, and the sound of it exploded into the air. Digging my fingers into her ass cheeks, I surrendered to the violent motion of her body, and only then did I realize just how close I was to coming. I took one deep breath, my whole body tensing, and did my best to stop it from happening.
It was useless.
For the first time in my life, I had lost control of my body, and my cock thrashed inside her viciously. Thrusting upward, so fast and hard that her knees left the ground for a second, I shot all my seed inside her. I gritted my teeth so hard that pain shot up my jaw, and a thermonuclear detonation went off inside my head, obliterating everything I was.
I know I said I’d make her forget her own name, but it seemed like she had done it to me first. What was my name? I didn’t have a fucking clue, and I couldn’t give any less of a shit. I was experiencing the highest high of my entire fucking life, and that was the only thing that truly mattered. It might sound like an exaggeration, but had I died that very second, I would have died a truly happy man.
“That was amazing,” she whispered softly, the frantic motion of her body finally ceasing. My eyes snapped open as I heard her words, and I found a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Was amazing?” I repeated, and I suddenly felt the urge to laugh. I didn’t. Instead, I brought one hand up to her throat and tightened my fingers around her neck. “Scarlett, I’m only getting started.” Before she could say a thing, I pushed my hips up and rolled to the side. I forced her down onto the deck, switching positions with her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I started thrusting right away.
My cum and her juices acted as a lubricant, and my cock slid in so damn easily that it was hard to believe this was ac
tually happening. I was no longer thinking about what I was doing, nor was I simply going through the motions. My mind, body, and soul had become one, and they had coalesced around a single and bright purpose—to fuck Scarlett as intensely as I could.
“Harder,” she screamed, her voice carried away by the ocean breeze. “Harder.”
I was more than happy to oblige.
Sliding out from inside of her, I was about to turn her around when she sprang up. Before I could do a damn thing about it, she sat up on the deck and dove forward with her open mouth. Her lips rolled down my cock in a flash, and I threw my head back as I felt her tongue dancing around its tip. She moaned softly, cleaning my cock with the smooth strokes of her tongue, and she only pulled back once she was satisfied.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I told her and finally reached for her again. Hooking my fingers on the back of her knees, I dragged her toward me and forced her to turn around. She didn’t need any further instructions. She placed herself on all fours, wiggling her sweet little ass at me, and I closed the distance between us as fast as I could.
Grabbing my cock by the root, I pushed it down past her inner thighs and took a deep breath as I felt her inner lips around my tip once more. This time I took my time. I fed her one inch at a time, enjoying the way her moans kept getting louder and louder, and I only started going all out once I had sheathed my cock to the hilt. My thighs slapped her ass over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh drowning her own moans, and I kept on doing it until we were nothing but two naked bodies trembling in ecstasy.
“Is this hard enough for you?” I growled, grabbing her hair and yanking on it. She threw her head back, her moans turning into a high-pitched scream, and I pistoned into her so hard she almost tipped forward. Holding onto her hair, I forced her to remain in place as I ravaged her, my cock slamming into her tight pussy without any mercy. “Or do you want me to go even harder?”
She didn’t reply. Fuck, I didn’t even know if she could hear me. She was so lost in her pleasure she seemed completely oblivious to everything around her. Thankfully, that was just the way I wanted her to be.
Grinning like a madman, I took my hands to her ass, and used my thumbs to caress the sweet space between her cheeks. With my heart pounding hard, I pressed one thumb against her back entrance and then eased it in. I felt her tense, her pussy tightening around my cock as her ass gripped my finger, and her body became as taut as a nocked arrow.
Before I could ready myself for it, she thrust back against me, impaling herself on my cock. She did it so suddenly I was caught by surprise, a violent burst of energy crashing down my spine and exploding up my cock.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, the spasms of her inner walls massaging my cock. I came for the second time in a row and, as unbelievable as it may seem, I filled her pussy up even more than I had the first time. My cock kept throbbing for what seemed like an eternity and, when I finally looked down, I saw thick ropes of semen dripping out from her pussy and down her thighs. The sight of it was mesmerizing.
One deep breath and she finally tipped forward.
She collapsed on the wooden deck, limbs sprawled to the side. Her hair fell around her head like a luscious crown, and I watched her back moving softly as she tried to catch her breath. Used and spent, she had never looked so beautiful. Had I ever met a woman this amazing? One capable of making my heart skip a beat and turning my cock into a tireless sledgehammer? No, never. And that was because Scarlett was one of a kind.
Careful now, I thought, you’re playing a dangerous game.
“Yeah,” I muttered under my breath. “And I’m fucking lovin’ it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Scarlett slept.
Lying next to her, the gentle sway of the boat rocking us, I was at peace. Almost as if nothing outside of this cabin mattered. My family became nothing but an unimportant detail in the grand scheme, and the same was true of her father. I knew the real world waited for us, somewhere past the blue surface of the ocean, but I tried to keep it at bay. I didn’t want reality to ruin this moment.
Outside, the sun had nearly completed its lazy descent toward the horizon line, the brightness of the day slowly turning into a mellow orange glow. We had spent most of the night awake—our bodies had demanded it—and that resulted in us spending the day in bed. I had never been the kind of guy to be idle, especially during a job, but it wasn’t exactly like I had a lot to do. This was a waiting game, after all.
Of course, Scarlett made it easy to wait. Her body had kept me busy all night long and, against all odds, I found it comfortable to be around her. It wasn’t just sexual either. I didn’t exactly know what it was about her, but it felt right to be sharing a bed with her, talking about nothing and everything until we both drifted off to sleep, and—
“Get ahold of yourself,” I muttered under my breath, mentally slapping myself. I knew the last thing a person should do during a kidnapping job was get attached to the subject, and so I had to keep my head on my shoulders. Of course, it was already a bit too late. I did my best to ignore it, but the fact was that I cared about Scarlett. Why else would I have left the beach house and brought her to the yacht? “You’re a fucking idiot, Will.”
“No guns,” Scarlett mumbled in her sleep, stirring softly. She balled one hand into a fist, waved it around as if she were a drunk protestor, and then rolled to the side of the bed, tangling her legs in the sheet. “Say no to guns.” She didn’t open her eyes as she spoke, and soon enough she fell silent again, her chest rising and falling at a gentle pace.
Shaking my head, I swung my legs out of the bed.
I grabbed my pants from the floor, got inside of them, and then slipped out of the cabin. The ocean remained calm, its surface reflecting the setting sun. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky but, just to make sure, I headed into the pilot house to check the weather reports. The last thing we needed was to find ourselves in the middle of a storm and, even if that seemed unlikely, I wanted to make sure.
Sinking into the pilot’s chair, I confirmed the weather wouldn’t go crazy on us and then made a quick check of the instruments. We had enough fuel to last us for weeks, especially considering the yacht simply idled in its current position, and the radar wasn’t picking up any boats in the vicinity. As it was, we were perfectly removed from the world. For the time being, Scarlett was safe.
“For the time being,” I said out loud, lips pursed tight. Devlin’s instructions had been clear. Unless Scarlett’s father paid up, I was to get rid of her. I clenched my jaw as I imagined a scenario in which that would happen, and quickly realized I simply couldn’t picture the event. There was no way I’d be able to kill her. Fuck Devlin and his stupid instructions. If the family wanted Scarlett, they’d have to deal with me first.
Raking one hand over my face, I pushed myself up to my feet and then started rummaging through the cabinets at the back of the room. Once I found what I was looking for—a half-empty bottle of Macallan ’18—I poured two fingers of it into a lowball glass. It was bad form to drink during a job, especially if that meant doing it while at the helm of a yacht, but I didn’t care. This whole thing was fucked.
Suddenly, I felt the burner phone vibrate against my leg. I fished it from my pocket and frowned as I recognized Devlin’s number on the screen. Not that I was surprised. After all, no one else had this number.
Frowning, phone in one hand and whiskey in the other, I wandered out of the pilot house and onto the prow. For a moment, I considered not picking up and even imagined myself throwing the phone into the ocean. It was highly unlikely Devlin would have good news for me, and I wasn’t exactly in the mood to put up with his bullshit. Still, it had to be done.
“What?” I pressed the phone against my ear.
“We have a problem,” Devlin confirmed my suspicions. Then and there, I regretted not throwing the phone into the sea when I had the chance. When had Devlin ever been the bearer of good news? The man was a walking bad omen and alway
s seemed happy about it. “The girl’s father isn’t getting the message. He probably doesn’t think we’re serious.”
“And how’s that my problem?” I threw back at him, my fingers tightening around the phone so much I heard its plastic case creak. “Convince him we’re serious. That’s your job, not mine.”
“Wow, that’s genius,” he laughed, and I pictured my fist flying straight to his face. Man, wouldn’t that be grand. “I hadn’t thought of it, Will. Seriously, that was pure brilliance. I’m going to call him right now and tell him that we’re big boys and should be taken seriously. He’ll be shaking in his boots, huh?”
“Cut the shit, Devlin,” I growled. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
“And here I was, thinking I was hilarious.” He released a faux sigh and then cleared his throat. “Seriously, though. Her father is acting all wishy-washy, and it doesn’t look like he’s willing to pay the ransom. The asshole probably thinks we won’t do anything to his girl and we’ll just let her go eventually.”
“But we will let her go.”
“If he pays up, yeah,” Devlin continued. “The problem is he isn’t paying. It’s an annoyance, but I think we have to send him some proof that we’re serious.”
“Proof?” I repeated, even though I was pretty sure what was coming. Most rich assholes had a hard time parting with their money but, more often than not, a finger or an ear helped them remember their bank account’s information. My stomach lurched as I imagined a sharp blade cutting through Scarlett’s tender skin, and I gritted my teeth so hard pain shot up my jaw. “It’s still early in the game, Devlin. We need to be patient. Once he realizes his daughter won’t be returning anytime soon, then he’ll—”