Surrendered Control (The Control Series Book 1)

by Anna Edwards

  James sat back in his chair and brought his leg up over the arm and pretended to be deep in thought. "Well you could, but personally, I have heard stories of the chlorine in these things ruining clothes. I think you need to take them off completely."

  "Oh yes. I wouldn't want to damage such beautiful underwear." Amy stepped into the candlelight so that she knew James could see her, and teasingly lowered the straps of her bra. She kept her eyes on him the entire time. She unhooked the bra and let her breasts free. She went to lower her knickers but James was upon her. He took hold of the fabric and tore them from her body. "So much for not getting them damaged."

  "I will buy you new ones." his voiced rumbled through her body with its gravelly tones of lust. He dropped his shorts and pants and then pulled his t-shirt over his head.

  "James." Amy reached out and touched his hand. "This is normal. I want to do it."

  "I know. If you didn't, then you would say Lanzarote to me. And we would discuss it."

  She nodded at him, she felt so happy as he guided her into the tub and pulled her onto his lap. She slid down on his already hard cock and he reached over and turned the jets on. At first, they didn't move. They just enjoyed being rocked by the current of the waves, Amy stared into James eyes, her forehead resting on his. This was intimate and intense.

  "James, I am past the seven days that we needed to be careful. If you want. You can come inside me without a condom on?"

  'Do you want that?"

  "Yes."

  "Then I want it too."

  James placed his hands on her hips and began to guide her movements up and down his shaft. She let him take the control, he needed this, she just became lost in the feeling of his thick cock, free from any barriers, thrusting within her, he felt closer and deeper. She felt more connected to him than she had ever done. James increased the pace and she bobbed up and down in the water. Her breasts were just resting on the surface as she went down. As he pushed her up, his teeth sank into one, and Amy cried out. Shivers ran through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, but she wanted their first time skin on skin to be special. They needed to come together. She wanted him to feel every muscle of her private havens milking his cock for everything that he could give her. She wanted to drink it all inside her. Too much tension had existed between them and this moment was about freeing it all.

  "James, can we come together?" Her heart was beating rapidly and she was beginning to feel the pressure in her thighs as she now helped James with their movement.

  "Amy, that is the only way I ever want to come again. Whenever you are ready. I will be there right with you, beautiful." he looked down to where their movements were becoming so frantic between them that the water was fountaining over the sides of the tub.

  Amy leant forward and kissed his lips. What had started as tender lovemaking was now inflamed passion. The kiss was bruising in its urgency, and their bodies were driving together. Amy flung her head back as the orgasm came upon her vigorously and fast, she cried out and shuddered as she felt James' cum flow within her. Their essences combined as she came back to his lips and, neither of them moving now, just stayed there. All around them came the sounds of nature, the calls of the elephants over in the reserve and the crickets as they sang their evening songs.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  James

  "Come on. Stop being a wimp."

  "But what if something bites my toes? Do they have teeth?"

  "Amy, nothing will eat your toes. They may suck on them but they won’t eat them."

  "That doesn't sound much better. Argh. I can see fish swimming."

  "That is usually what fish do, beautiful."

  "But they will touch me. They will be slimy."

  "They won't come anywhere near you. They’re more scared of you than you are of them."

  "I don't want to touch the bottom. You have to hold me the entire time so that I don't have to put my feet down. There may be crabs and they will bite my toes."

  "I will hold you every single minute, Amy. Trust, remember?"

  "Why did I agree to this?"

  "Because you are the best girlfriend in the world."

  "No, because you had me tied to the bed, blindfolded and were sucking my clit so hard I was screaming."

  "Exactly, the best girlfriend in the world."

  "James North, I am never letting you between my thighs again."

  "Yeah right. I give you a day on that. Now get in the water, Amy."

  James steadied himself as Amy finally dived into the water and clung to him like a limpet.

  "Something touched my backside."

  "That is me."

  "Don't you even think of trying to get me horny, James."

  "It was the furthest thing from my mind, Amy."

  They had been in the Maldives for almost a week now and this was the first time they had actually ventured out of the bedroom. Amy had failed in a task the previous night, and this was her punishment. James had found out that she had never been snorkelling before as she was terrified of swimming with fish. He wasn't going to let her miss out on such a fantastic experience so when she had come, twice, without his permission, he had had Matthew book the excursion at once.

  "James, please. They’re going to touch me."

  "Amy, relax. They’re fish. Why don't you put your head under the water and have a look?" She shook her head rapidly. "Amy. I am going to put your mask down and put the breathing part in your mouth. Relax. I am protecting you." He pulled the mask over her eyes and before he could put the breathing tube in her mouth she spoke,

  "James, if so much as one little fish touches me, you are having no sex for a month."

  "Alright, Amy. If one fish touches you, then I will satisfy myself for a month."

  " That is not what I meant."

  "I know." He shoved the breathing part of the snorkel into her mouth before she could answer him. All he could hear was mumbled words. He was sure they involved numerous swear words. "Right, just put your head under the water. See what you can see. Remember to breathe normally but through your mouth." He could see that she was absolutely terrified but she did as he asked. Her head must have been under for at least two or three minutes before she came up gasping for breath. She spat the piece from her mouth,

  "I saw an angelfish. It swam so near to me. It was so colourful. I want to go under again. But don't let me go."

  "I won't."

  Amy disappeared back under the water and eventually relaxed. James held her the entire time, and whenever a fish came too close she jumped up into his arms a little further. He couldn't believe that he was here, in the middle of the Indian Ocean with such an astounding woman. He had been such an idiot to believe what his ex-girlfriend and her family had called him. What they did together was natural. He could only put it down to the foolishness of youth that he had been sucked into what they made him believe. He hadn't relinquished all of his controlling nature just yet, though. He still expected high standards, and where Amy was concerned she was to be treated like a Princess at all time. She was his and he would make sure of that. He had the money so why not.

  He had a surprise for her tonight. He was nervous about it, as she didn't want him to keep secrets that concerned them together but this had to be kept a secret. She would understand. Wouldn't she? God, he hoped so.

  When they arrived back at shore, Sonia fell ill and Amy became very upset. Matthew was left to deal with Sonia, while James took Amy back out into the sunshine. Amy agreed that James could connect to his laptop and answer a couple of emails while she picked up a romance novel and began reading. He wondered if the romance was on a par with theirs. Amy laughed and told him theirs was better, maybe she should write about it, that would shock the press. He turned back to his emails happily and pictured the expression on the faces of the likes of Miss Sally Bridgewater. The afternoon passed far too quickly.

  James sent Amy up to the villa to dress for dinner whilst he made the final few arrangements wit
h Matthew and checked on Sonia who was feeling much better. He wanted everything to be perfect. When he entered the villa, he was delighted to find Amy naked and freshly showered. Dinner plans went out of the window for a few moments while Amy was given a little reward for her bravery in the water. James left her basking in the afterglow of her orgasm while he showered and changed into a pair of casual linen trousers and a shirt. When ready, he checked on Amy and found she was dressed in the white skater dress that she had worn the first time they met in Lanzarote. James had thought that most of her clothes hadn't survived her uncle's destruction of the flat but he was certainly glad this one did.

  "You ready?"

  "Yes. Are we going far?"

  "No, not far at all." James picked up the blindfold from the table and handed it to her. "I want you to put this on, please."

  "Oh no. The last time I wore that, I ended up swimming with fishes."

  "No punishment, this time, Amy." James swallowed. "I have a surprise for you?"

  "A surprise?" He could sense the nervousness in her voice.

  "Are you upset?"

  Amy came up to him and pulled his shirt from his trousers, she went round to his back and ran her hand over his tattoos. He moaned as sparks of pleasure coursed through his body. His tattoos no longer meant pain, they said happiness. She came back around to face him, took the blindfold, and put it over her eyes.

  "I am ready."

  James held her hand and lead her down to the beach. He was certain that he had butterflies in his stomach. Nothing had ever meant so much to him. When they got to the shore, he kept her a little distance while Matthew and Sonia lit the candles that they had placed out on the beach. The massive picnic hamper stood next to the blanket and cushions that had been laid out on the beach. Eventually, Matthew and Sonia left and James lifted the blindfold from Amy's eyes. The sun was just setting and the moment was perfect. James took a seat on the blanket and Amy nestled into his arms and they watched the sunset together. James wasn't normally soppy but it was probably the most romantic moment of his life. He opened the hamper and gave Amy some strawberries and he popped the cork on a bottle of the finest champagne. He handed her a glass and they chinked to happiness and love. James was about to speak when Amy started up a conversation.

  "James, I have decided something while I have been here. I want to sell my flat, and use the money to rent a dance studio and teach dance. I have experience, though no real teaching qualifications. I am sure I can find a qualified teacher to help me out. What do you think?"

  "What about your writing?"

  "I will still be able to do that. It won’t be full time. My writing is novels. It isn't journalism or anything like that. As long as I manage a daily quota, I will be alright."

  "You know that you don't need to work right? I can provide for you and I want to."

  "I know. And that is why I want to set the dance studio up. It doesn't have to be for money. It can be for fun and for teaching others to do something that I love. It would be nice if it made some money, but I am not business-minded at all. I will leave that to you."

  "You want me to help you?"

  "Not with money, but maybe with things such as finding the studio."

  "It would make more financial sense to keep the apartment in Kennington and use the rent and the money you have saved so far for deposit and rent payments. Maybe I could invest a little to make up any shortfall you may have. I would expect a return on my investment, though." He grinned at her. Amy didn't reply to him; he could see she was working a response out in her head. "I would be a silent partner, Amy. I can draw up an official loan contract for the money and expect regular returns when you can afford it and even payment for my business' services to you."

  "At a commercial rate?"

  "At a rate that we sit down and discuss together and agree on."

  "I don't know. Wouldn't it just be easier to get rid of the flat?"

  "I would prefer you to keep it for a safety net."

  "In case we break up?"

  "No, because that won’t be happening. In case you need it in an emergency for any reason."

  She smiled.

  "Alright, we will work out a deal when we are back in England. No wonder you are so successful Mr North; you drive a hard bargain."

  "It is what I am known for, Amy."

  "Can we toast it with a little more of this champagne?"

  "I hope that you are not going to get drunk on me, Amy. This isn't the only romantic surprise I have for you tonight."

  "Oh yes? What else?"

  "You will have to wait a bit."

  "Tease."

  "I think after this week Amy; you have learnt that if I want to tease you I can. And I will make you scream my name while doing it."

  "I love it when you talk all masterful."

  "I love it when you submit. Food?"

  "Only if you eat it from my stomach."

  "Amy."

  "Spoilsport."

  He handed her a plate of food and they sat watching the rest of the sunset while eating. When the sun had finally disappeared beneath the ocean, it was time. He got to his feet and tried to disguise the fact he was shaking.

  "Amy."

  "Hmm." She sleepily replied as she laid back against the cushions.

  "Amy. Look at me."

  She instantly snapped awake and scrambled up onto her knees in front of him. He loved the way she reacted to him. He didn't even need to try to be masterful with her, she just responded.

  "Sorry, is it time for another romantic surprise?"

  "It is." James' palms were sweating; he had never been so nervous. He could stand up in front of a room full of people but this one simple thing to his girlfriend and he was a quivering mess. He had had a whole speech prepared but his mind was jelly. He could not remember a thing, even his name it seemed.

  "James, what is it? What is wrong."

  Amy tried to get up but he got down on one knee in front of her. He pulled a little box from out of his pocket. The sea lapped around them onto the white gold sand. The candles flickered in the moonlight, and a thousand stars shone down on them expectantly.

  "Amy, I know that in the grand scheme of things we have not known each other very long, but I am confident about this. I am more certain than I have ever been about anything in my life. I love you, and I want to share the rest of my life with you." He cleared his throat. "Will you marry me?" James opened the little box he had before him. Inside was a platinum ring with a princess cut diamond. He had had the ring flown in from Dubai and it had been specially made to his specifications. He held his breath as he waited for Amy to answer.

  He knew what was in his heart. He never wanted to even look at another woman. From the moment he had met her in Lanzarote he had been enthralled with her. She had gotten under his skin and helped him recover from his past. Yes, he was still demanding but she understood him and could temper that with her playfulness. Had he made a big mistake? Had he ruined everything?

  "James." Here was the put-down. He could hear it in her voice.

  "It is ok, Amy. I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It is too soon, right? I should have told you. I shouldn't have just got the ring. I am taking control again and not telling you things. I will put it away and send it back." He got to his feet and shut the box.

  "James North, will you stop over-analysing things and let me answer. Open that box up and come and put that ring on my finger." She held her hand out.

  "What?"

  "James, I love you. Even if you are an idiot sometimes. Yes, I will marry you. I don't ever want to be apart from you. I can't take a breath when I am." She was crying now. His eyes were watering as well. Must have sand in them. He took her left hand and slid the ring on. He could've spent more money on a ring for her but she had delicate hands and anything ostentatious would have looked awful. He had judged it just right.

  "Perfect."

  "It is." She held her hand up and looked at the ring. "Oh my God. I will be your
wife."

  "That is generally what happens when two people get married, Amy."

  "Can we celebrate our engagement?"

  "What do you have in mind?" She reached down to his trousers. He stopped her. "Alas beautiful, not really the best thing to be doing in the open in this country. However, let's go back to the bedroom. I have one more surprise for you."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Amy

  James led Amy into the bedroom. They had left everything on the beach but she knew Matthew would dutifully arrange for it to be cleared up. She wondered what they would ever do if Matthew left them. They would probably never get anything done and get arrested for doing something wrong. He was only a couple of years older than James, but he was almost like big brother.

  Amy looked down at her hand and the glistening gem on her ring finger. She had had no idea that James was going to propose to her, let alone present her with the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. It had caught her completely by surprise. She had had to take a few minutes to repeat his words in her head until she fully understood what he was saying. When she realised, she had no hesitation in saying yes. She loved James; she wanted to be his wife more than anything in the world.

  When her parents had died she had thought her life was over, she had relied on them for so much love and support and all of a sudden she was alone. Yes, she had had her uncle but now that she looked back, she had always seemed an inconvenience to him. Probably why he didn't care less about the fact she could've been raped. She was glad he was out of her life and hoped that she never had to see him again. She had a new life; she would be Mrs North. She would look after the man to whom she was devoted but she would still have time to herself to pursue her dancing interests and writing. In Matthew and Sonia, she had friends and close ones at that. They had all eaten together one night on the trip as a thank you from James for all their hard work and support. The evening had been so joyous and full of laughter that she was certain by the end, they would all ache the next morning from collapsing in fits of giggles. Amy was sure something was going on between Matthew and Sonia as well. The atmosphere between them had changed. She had mentioned it to James, who laughed and said he thought Matthew was celibate. He had never even so much as looked at a girl since he had been with him.