Passion, Power, and Privilege (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cara Addison

  “Oh God, Kate. That’s incredible.” His breathing deepened, his thrusts urgent. “Oh my god…I have to co-o-ome,” he moaned, releasing inside her.

  They spent the remainder of the afternoon sleeping naked on the balcony, waking to make love before drifting off again in a tangle of limbs and skin. At six o’clock, Kate awoke, showered, and dressed for dinner, slipping into a comfortable cotton dress and sandals.

  After a gourmet dinner of blackened sea bass and seasonal vegetables, they moved to the lanai. Brad and Richard wandered down to a lower level as Isabelle and Kate sat under the pergola that was heavy with wisteria blooms. Isabelle briefly excused herself, returning to the villa for a wrap to protect against the cool evening air. The bittersweet smell of cigar smoke greeted Kate, and she inhaled deeply.

  “These are extraordinary,” she heard Richard say, his voice carried by the water. “Where did you get them?”

  “They were a gift from Kate.”

  “She has exceptional taste.” Richard paused, taking a long pull on the Salomones. She was flattered, knowing that Richard was personally acquainted with excellence.

  “If you knew the story behind the gift, you’d know just how exceptional she is.”

  “It’s a cigar, GQ, from your girlfriend. I don’t have to let my imagination run far to figure out the gift’s meaning.”

  Kate heard Brad chuckle as they sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the evening.

  “You’ve done very well, Brad. She is delightful. Beautiful. Intelligent. You should hold on to that one.” He rolled the cigar in his fingers.

  “I have every intention of doing just that,” she overhead Brad say.

  Isabelle returned with two blankets as a butler appeared, delivering mugs of tea that she had requested. They sat under the stars and she listened intently as Isabelle shared her childhood story. Isabelle had overcome poverty and family dysfunction to become the top student in her school. At fourteen she had attracted the attention of a modeling scout who facilitated her escape to the USA, signed her to a lucrative contract while arranging for a scholarship from Cornell University to study marine biology. She was completing her master’s when she met a recently divorced Richard on a scuba diving expedition. Kate did the math, calculating that she was more than fifteen years his junior even though her maturity and poise more than made up the gap. She was his equal. Still deep in conversation with Isabelle, the lights began to dim around them, signaling the end of a beautiful evening. The men approached, Bradley pulling Kate to her feet in a warm embrace. They walked hand in hand to their room.

  Kate opened the glass wall, stepping out onto the balcony and relaxed against the railing, admiring the brilliant twinkle of stars against the pitch-black sky. The lingering earthen aroma from the cigar filled her senses as Bradley wrapped her in his arms.

  “There’s Ursa Major,” he whispered, pointing to the constellation of the great bear in the sky.

  “Incredible how exceptional the stars are, without light pollution to diminish their brilliance,” she added.

  Kate felt his hand slide up her thigh, lifting her dress as he explored. With urgency, he dropped his pants to the floor, and pushed her legs apart. “Why can’t I get enough of you?” he murmured as he slipped his hands between her legs, pushing her firmly against the railing.

  “I hope you never do.”

  His long, hard shaft slipped between her legs as she bent forward to take him into her pussy. She gasped as he filled her completely, thrusting urgently and passionately, his hand gently massaging her clit. She could faintly hear the birds chirping in the trees as his breathing intensified and his thrusts grew more urgent. “I’m co-o—” she gasped unable to speak as spasms ripped through her body. She rose to her toes as he delivered a few final and delightful lunges, wrapping her in his arms as he relaxed.

  Kate slipped off her dress, and climbed naked into bed. Exhausted.

  * * * *

  They woke early, and showered. As Kate stood at the mirror applying the finishing touches of makeup, Bradley approached her. Leaning her gently against the marble vanity, he slipped off her towel, discarding it to the floor. Kate watched his reflection in the mirror as he skated his hands up her bottom, massaging her hips for a moment before his hands rose up her sides and around to her breasts. She could feel him harden against her hip. He nuzzled her neck and shoulders, shifting his gaze to the mirror, watching his hands cup and knead her breasts. She moaned, feeling his warming skin pressed against her back. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” She nodded slightly, absorbing each delightful sensation brought on by his touch. He increased pressure, as he tweaked one nipple and then the other. She gasped, leaning forward, pressing her hands against the mirror.

  “Have you ever had a nipple orgasm?” Kate whimpered at the thought. She shook her head from side to side, biting her lip. “I think you can,” he whispered, delivering teasing kisses to her neck, “…and, I want to try.”

  Her eyes begged him to continue. He generously applied lotion to his fingertips, swirling the warm liquid around. He pulled a nipple, elongating it before releasing, firing shots of pleasure to her toes. She watched in the mirror as he kneaded and tweaked and gently pinched and squeezed, delivering constant attention equally. She writhed at his touch, aching to have him inside her. “Let go, girl,” she heard him murmur as he delivered warm breathy kisses to her ear. She was on the verge, when he bit her neck, delivering one more delightful pull. She threw back her head against his shoulder as a violent tremor ripped through her body. His hands slowly relaxed, and she opened her eyes to see a satisfied grin cross his face.

  Kate turned to face him, kissing hungrily. She lifted herself up onto the marble counter, pulling him toward her. “I want you.” She slithered her hands up his body to his neck, drawing him in with a long kiss.

  “You just came,” he murmured, not fighting her advances.

  “It was intense,” she kissed, “but it’s not the same. I still need you.”

  She reached down to his hard cock, slowly massaging, guiding him toward her pussy, desperately wanting to satisfy the ache he had produced. She lifted her feet to the vanity edge, spreading her legs as she swirled his swollen head around her engorged, wet pussy.

  He thrust gently. “Take me, girl.” He slid into her, slowly slipping deeper with each gentle lunge. His shaft glistened, covered in moisture.

  She moaned and leaned back, pressing her hips against him. Her hands fell to the cold marble, bracing her upper body while resting her head against the mirror.

  He leaned into her, slipping one arm behind her, pulling her in as he placed his other hand on the mirror beside her head. His strong forearm rested against her cheek. She nuzzled and nibbled, urging him to continue. Skin on skin, they moved with and against each other.

  Her toes curled around the edge of the marble as another tremor filled her body, and then another and another as he repeatedly brought her over the edge. He inhaled sharply, his thrusts becoming more and more urgent. His elbow buckled as he released a long soft moan of intense pleasure.

  Soft, delicate, bliss-filled kisses greeted her. He picked her up and carried to the bed. “I think you just earned another half-dozen roses.”

  The butler gently knocked on the door, delivering two mugs of coffee, notifying them that brunch was to be served momentarily. She wondered how many naked bodies he had seen in his years of service. They showered and quickly dressed before heading to the outdoor eating area where Richard and Isabelle were relaxing.

  “Good morning,” Isabelle greeted. “You slept late.”

  “Somehow I doubt they’ve been sleeping,” Richard added, observing his friend.

  Breakfast was delicious, and Kate realized how famished she was.

  “I thought we’d take the catamaran out today,” Richard commented as they sipped on strong, hot coffee. “The weather is perfect today.”

  “You’ll love the yacht, Kate,” Isabelle said, leanin
g over to her. “Wind in your hair, sun on your face. It’s absolute freedom.” She smiled.

  Returning to their suite, Kate gathered together the essentials they would need for the day, and slipped into a black-and-tan micro bikini with a beach dress to cover the tiny bits of fabric. Brad groaned, observing her from across the room as he pulled on a fresh pair of brief-style swim trunks. “I’m never going to make it through this excursion, girl.” He walked over and leaned in for a delicious kiss. “Beautiful,” he whispered. He took her by the hand as they walked out to the beach where a stunning yacht had appeared at the shoreline.

  “Talk about beautiful,” Kate exclaimed, admiring the sleek tan-and-navy double-hulled catamaran that she estimated to be eighty feet in length. Richard ushered them aboard. As they settled in, the engines roared to life as the crew smoothly navigated them out to open water.

  They sat in the open air of the aft deck, as ice-cold, lemon-infused tea was delivered.

  “Tell me a little more about your smart city plans, Kate,” Richard inquired.

  “Well, our second priority is to build a state-of-the-art digital infrastructure for the entire city. Residents, students, businesses, we should all have access to the fastest broadband available.”

  “What type of system are you looking at?” Richard inquired, comfortable in his own wheelhouse.

  “We’re looking at a number of solutions…and I’d welcome your input, Richard.”

  “What are your priorities?”

  “Well, we’re looking for speed, access, and capacity,” she responded. “I want ample capacity, including dark fiber options for companies looking for dedicated access.”

  “Let me talk to some people, Kate. I think your timing is perfect for a number of companies that are looking to flex their muscle in the digital space.”

  “Time for some sun,” Isabelle invited as the yacht powered down to a slow cruising speed. “Come join me on the forward sundeck, Richard.” She proceeded to the bow of the boat to lie on a lounge chair. Brad and Kate followed behind, choosing to settle on an upper deck at mid-ship. The desk was free of chairs, but provided a thick, cushioned fabric floor. Kate spread out two towels and discarded her beach dress, and settled in, slipping off her bikini top. She spread a layer of lotion on her feet and legs before lying back to soak in the sun.

  “This smells delicious,” Brad commented, spreading lotion across her abdomen. “Coconut?” he questioned, leaning in to inhale the aroma.

  “Shea butter.”

  Planting a kiss, he licked his lips, savoring the flavor. He continued to spread lotion, spending a generous amount of time on her chest. “You’re tanning beautifully, Kate,” he whispered, kissing just under her breast.

  She propped herself up on her elbows, taking in the warm breeze. “I am really loving this swimsuit,” Brad muttered, his fingers delicately sliding along the tiny string.

  “With five square inches of fabric, it hardly qualifies as a swimsuit,” she quipped, enjoying his touch. He nuzzled her breast before softly twisting his tongue around a hardened nipple. He tucked his hand beneath the tiny triangle of fabric, slipping his fingers down to her pussy until they were moist.

  “God, I love that sound,” she murmured, delighting in the squishy, wet sound his fingers made as they swirled.

  “Fuck, girl.” He moaned, pressing his cheek into her belly and nibbling in delight.

  She glanced up, realizing that they were being observed from an upper deck. “I think Richard’s watching us,” she whispered.

  Without ceasing, he glanced up, and returned to nibble and kiss. “Let him.” A sexy shiver ran down her spine at the nonchalant attitude he had for their voyeur.

  Unclipping the tiny string, he slid the tiny suit off her. Kate laughed lightly as she watched Richard approach Isabelle, whispering in her ear. She stood quickly and, giggling, followed him below deck.

  Bradley shimmied out of his swimsuit, and right there, they made love in the sunshine on the open deck as the luxury ship surged through the sea.

  Later, as they were lying naked, all tangled up in skin, Richard walked by. “For Christ’s sake, GQ, you’re killing me” he said, throwing a towel at them as he proceeded to the bridge. “We’re going to anchor,” he added. “Time for a swim.”

  Kate pulled on her barely-there bikini bottom as the boat came to a stop and the engines ceased. They walked to the stern, where a set of stairs descended down the rear of each hull. “What’s our depth?” Brad queried.

  “Forty feet.”

  Kate turned and gracefully dove into the crystal-clear waters. The warm water enveloped her as she swam underwater, surfacing twenty feet from the boat. She licked her lips, savoring the salty seawater that stung her sun-kissed skin.

  Isabelle, who had appeared from below deck, dove in, swimming out to her. “This is my favorite place on earth.”

  “Where exactly are we?” Kate asked scanning the horizon for land.

  “Who cares!” Isabelle said, smiling.

  Brad dove into the water while Richard gathered snorkeling gear. Executing four powerful strokes, he swam out to meet them.

  As they returned to the boat, treading water, Richard and Isabelle set off to go snorkeling. Brad climbed out of the water, sitting semi-submerged on a step of the hull. Swimming over, Kate surfaced between his legs, pulling her body up, resting her elbows on his knees.

  “Care to go snorkeling?”

  “In a bit,” he responded. “I just want to take in this view.”

  “I’ve got something I want to take in myself,” she added, and with a naughtily smile, slipped beneath the surface to nuzzle his package through the tight fabric of his shorts. When she could no longer hold her breath, she surfaced, rising slowly with her eyes open and locked on his as she broke the surface. “Take off your shorts,” she pleaded. He stood, scanning the water to ensure that Richard and Isabelle were far off before slipping off his trunks, settling on a step with his hard shaft rising like a mast above the surface. She licked him as if she was raising the mainsail. “Mmmm. Extra salty.” He leaned back on his hands, his taut abs glistening in the sunlight.

  “Girl, you are spoiling me.”

  “I prefer to think of it as indulging you,” she said, as she slid her tongue around the head of his hardened cock, amused by the twitch of his muscles as shots of pleasure ran through his body. She pulled his cock into her mouth, gently sucking and swirling her tongue against him. When he had come, he collapsed back against the deck as she pushed back into the water, dolphin-kicking away from the boat. Scanning the water for any sign of Richard and Isabelle, Kate turned and playfully splashed the boat. “Hey, GQ,” she said, enjoying the use of his nickname, “you might want to get dressed. The snorkelers are on their way back to the boat.” He sat up, and wearily slipped one leg, and then the other into his trunks.

  “You must take in the reef, Kate,” Isabelle gushed as they returned to the yacht. “The fish are absolutely beautiful.” She plunked a large net containing four spiny lobsters on the deck before climbing from the waters and removing her gear. A member of the crew appeared, scooping up the shellfish and sweeping them off to the galley. “We’re having lobster for dinner,” she enthused, clearly energized by her time on the reef.

  Kate boarded the boat, selecting two sets of mask, fins, and snorkels. Assembling her gear, she slipped backward off the edge of the boat, and descended twenty feet to test the equipment. As she surfaced, she noticed that Bradley had assembled his gear, slipping back into the water to join her. Reaching for her hand, they finned off to the reef just a few hundred feet from the stern of the boat. As they approached the shelf, schools of flounder, clownfish, cherub fish, and a wide variety of butterfly fish darted about the brilliantly colored coral, just twenty feet below the surface. Releasing his grasp, Kate filled her lungs with sea air and dived down to hover just feet above the coral. Curious angelfish swam up to her mask before darting off to hide in a willowing sea fan. Kate looked up
to Brad, floating on the sunny surface, and motioned two fingers to her mask and then pointed to a magnificent mossy-green moray eel in a free swim above the reef, slithering gracefully through the warm water. Isabelle was right. This was the most peaceful place on earth. Kate reluctantly surfaced, her lungs hungry for oxygen.

  That evening, they indulged in the freshest lobster she had ever tasted in her life. They returned to Sandy Sheets in the dark, the boat lit up and casting delicate shadows against the dark waters. The island was bright, a beacon drawing them in.

  They disembarked, and Kate followed Bradley to their suite where he guided her to the shower to wash off the sun and sand of the day. She let the cool water cascade over her body, slowly lowering her body temperature that had been elevated by the sun. Brad softly lathered her back and arms. “You got a lot of sun today, Kate.” He kissed her shoulders as the bubbles washed away. “Tomorrow we’ll spend more time in the cabana…or under the sheets.” Washed and dried, they slipped under the fresh white sheets of the king-sized bed, where they made love until long past midnight.

  * * * *

  After breakfast the next morning, Kate was propped up against the cabana headboard, flipping through a Brazilian fashion magazine, with Bradley lying leisurely at her side. “How do you do that?” he asked, out of the blue.

  “Do what?” she inquired, not having done anything worthy of an explanation in the past hour of lying in the sun.

  “How do you manage to have multiple orgasms every time we have sex?” he added, looking up at her.

  “Christ, GQ,” Richard muttered from a few feet away. “We’re sitting right here.”