by Tia Siren
I realized it couldn’t be as bad as I thought it would be. I did after all think he was hot, and age didn’t really mean that much. I mean, it wasn’t as if he was sixty or seventy; he was only forty-two, which in real terms, wasn’t such a bad difference. And hey, many people got married with much bigger age differences.
I’m totally cool with it now!
I headed back down the stairs. Charles had vanished, so I sauntered outside to where the truck was being unloaded and was in total shock when I saw the staff reloading the truck and taking the crates back to the boat.
“What’s going on? Are we leaving?” I asked Jonathan.
“Well, the staff and I are going back to the mainland. Something has cropped up, and we will be back in the morning at some point,” he replied.
Oh, wow. I realized that would leave me and Charles all alone. Would I be safe, or would he turn into some sort of twisted psycho? Everything Nancy had said came rushing back into my mind, and I had a slight panic attack. I did what I could to calm myself and headed down toward the beach. The solitude, although not a solution, was enough. Just being away from Charles, I could at least begin to relax.
I saw no sign of Charles as I sat on the golden beach and watched as the boat head back toward the mainland. I rested my head on my knees and huddled myself up and listened to the lapping ocean.
I watched as the boat grew smaller and smaller and then quickly vanished over the horizon. I kicked my feet into the sand and then walked along the stony track, which finally brought me back to the house. I looked around and saw no sign of anyone. The whole house was silent. A large glass door was open, so I headed outside and expected to see Charles by the infinity pool. But again, there was no sign of him, and I wondered where he had vanished to. I slowly walked to the edge of the garden and glanced over the edge of the cliff. Down at the bottom of the cliff staircase, I saw that the beach hut light was on and a shadow moved around inside.
Charles stood inside the beach, hut which led directly to the beach, while he sipped on one of his newly delivered bourbons. He was wearing a casual shirt and baggy jeans. He looked like a million dollars. Actually, he looked more like a billion dollars, which was closer to the truth.
I headed down the stone staircase and joined him at the doorway of the beach hut, where he stood as he gazed at the ocean.
“Where have you been?” Charles asked.
“I was on the beach earlier watching them load the boat. I thought we were leaving until Jonathan explained they had to leave, and then I walked along the track, which brought me back to the house” I replied.
“Business. Unexpected business. That just leaves you and me,” Charles said.
I felt a little numb and wasn’t sure what to do or what to think. Could this be the first part of my duty toward him? I stood there looking at the stone floor.
I lifted my head and saw that Charles was smiling at me, though his eyes seemed dark, as if he were looking through me.
“Strip for me,” he said in a rough voice.
I looked at him, and I wasn’t sure I had heard correctly.
“Excuse me?” I replied in shock. “I think I misheard you. Did you just say strip?” My body warmed at simply the thought of stripping in front of him, even if he was a bastard.
“That I did, and you forgot a ‘Sir,’” he said loudly. “How many times do I have to tell you, ‘Sir this and Sir that.’ Don’t forget it! Now let’s try again. I order you to strip for me.”
“No!” I replied again, standing my ground.
Charles reached into his jeans pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and waved it in front of me.
“Remember your dad? One simple call is all it takes. Or do you want to play this sort of game all weekend?”
“All right, you win. But no one says that I have to enjoy it,” I said as I stood straight, trying to show my unrealistic authority.
There was no way he was going to back down, so I had no choice but to follow his orders. I slowly unfastened my shirt and lifted it up and over my shoulders and dropped it on the sand.
“Now the skirt,” Charles ordered.
I reached for the tie on my native skirt and slowly loosened it. The skirt opened, and I stood there in front of Charles in my bikini.
“Carry on, all of it! Now!” he demanded.
I unfastened the clasp on my bikini top and covered my breasts with my arm as I placed it on top of my blouse. I then slid my thumb inside my bikini bottoms and slipped them over my ass, letting them fell toward the sand. I covered my modesty and placed my hand over my pussy and stood there waiting for Charles to speak.
I had said I did not have to enjoy the whole thing, and Charles had said I would enjoy it. I had tried to argue with myself as much as with him. I quickly realized that the dream guy I had masturbated to on the couch was the guy who stood before me now. Charles was this sort of dark, sexual beast who could manifest himself into a sexual master. This beast inside him was starting to awaken.
I had consciously tried not to focus on Charles, but I found it was an impossible task, because he had started to get aroused from watching me strip, and I could see his erection bulging against his pants. The more I tried to divert my eyes, the harder I found it to do. My heart began to beat faster, and then my womanly urges started to increase within me like a fire causing oxygen to burn.
I had become fixated on his erection and imagined what it would feel like inside me, and what games he had in store for me. I thought back to my masturbation and looked at all the traits of the imaginary guy and how they translated to Charles. They appeared to be almost identical, except that Charles had facial features and my imaginary character was almost faceless… Though maybe that was because I had been focused more on his cock and balls rather than what he looked like.
I reached deep inside myself and looked at the dominate side of myself that normally commanded the guys I dated. I tried to see if it would work on Charles, because usually, I had the ability to make strong men cower and become like humble kids. Ones who were lost in a candy store, especially when they realized what goodies I had to offer and how good I tasted.
I decided to go for it and see what happened with Charles. At the end of the day, what could he do to me apart from shout something at me? Hmm, but what I should remember to do is his call him “Sir.” If I didn’t, this would really piss him off. I made up my mind that I was going to play him at his own game.
I looked at his erection, and I made sure he saw me as I looked. Then I looked at him and licked my lips in anticipation. I raised my voice and gave him a command of my own.
“Now it’s your turn. Strip for me and let me see you,” I ordered in a power-woman type of voice.
I waited for a reaction, and for him to start to strip, as they usually did when I gave an order of that magnitude. Charles just stood and looked at me and smiled.
I realized I may have just met my match. He never flinched or gave any indication that he had actually heard me. I wasn’t going to repeat it and look like I was begging, but I would beg if I had to, especially for that huge cock of his.
I wanted to take control of the situation, and I wanted to be a slave to his giant dick. But most of all, I wanted to bow before him and be taken as he wanted to have me.
Fuck, he’s delicious.
Chapter 8
Charles
I laughed at Elizabeth’s feeble attempt to take charge of the situation. She had so much to learn, and she had to learn it very quickly indeed. I raised one finger to her as she looked in my direction with her naked body half covered by her arms. Ha! It was another feeble attempt at trying to fend me off, and another one that would ultimately fail.
“Strike one,” I said, making sure Elizabeth saw my finger. “Three strikes and you will be punished and be put into full submission where you will be forced to behave.”
I looked at Elizabeth and thought about her behavior. She was a fighter, that was for sure. But no matter how much she t
ried to resist, she would be reminded, and she would finally understand it and fall in line.
I had no choice but to look at her there fully exposed to me, apart from her hands covering her private parts. She looked like a princess with her long blond hair and her curvy yet athletic body highlighted by the beach hut light. Christ, she had the background of the ocean behind her. Her full tits were hardly covered by her arms due to their size. Her shapely hips flowed down to her long, slender legs that stood there in the golden sand. She was idyllic and everything I dreamed of in a woman. Yes, she was the perfect type of woman that I wanted in my bed.
“It’s my turn when I say it’s my turn. You understand now?” I asked her.
“Yes, Sir. I fully understand,” she replied.
I placed my bourbon on the beach table and slowly started to unbutton my shirt. I let it fall open as I raised my arm and pointed to the sea and looked at her.
“Get in the water,” I commanded in a deep voice.
Elizabeth looked at me and paused before moving. I slowly removed my pants, and her eyes glowed when she saw my erection. I could see her thinking about having my cock inside her, my throbbing member filling her body with sensations she had not yet experienced.
I dropped my pants to the floor and walked toward Elizabeth, and again I gestured for her to enter the water. We turned and faced the ocean and took our first footsteps into the water. We slowly walked into the sea and headed toward the cocktail bar area I had constructed in the ocean. The water reached just up to chest height. I looked at her tits and saw her nipples as their perfect fullness bobbed in the water.
“Go over to the bar,” I ordered her.
The water was a little less choppy in that area and much easier to hold on to each other in.
“This is cool—”
“Quiet. No talking. Just listen,” I replied firmly.
I wasn’t interested in whatever small talk Elizabeth had to say. I just wanted her. I wanted to feel her body, and most of all, I wanted her to feel mine.
I waded through the water and looked deep into Elizabeth’s eyes. She gazed back, and I could see she was in a state of wanting, but it was too soon for her to have me completely. I waded through the water and stood before the beautiful Elizabeth. She supported herself on the bar as I moved closer to her. Then my cock rubbed against her leg in the water. I ran my hands over her body. My fingers ran down her arms, and I slowly ran my touch over her breasts. My fingers caressed her erect nipples, and I felt them getting harder as I gently squeezed them.
I leaned forward and whispered into Elizabeth’s ear. “Tell me, Elizabeth, what is your deepest fantasy?”
“This is not part of the deal. I’m not telling you, Sir,” she replied as she became breathless at my touch.
I leaned in closer to Elizabeth and slowly spun her around in the water. Her hands rested on the bar as her back pressed against my chest. She had nowhere to go, though I had her pinned in a position she wouldn’t want to leave very quickly anyway. My cock bobbed and rubbed against her ass as I pulled her in closer to me. I ran my hands over her back and continued across her strong shoulders. Then with gusto, my thumbs ran up the length of her spine, and she leaned into me.
I ran my hands in front of her and cupped her large breasts. My fingers clasped her hard nipples as she sighed for breath. I pinched her nipples until I felt her body wince in pain and she pushed her ass back hard against my throbbing cock.
“Your touch, my God, it feels good,” Elizabeth said as I squeezed her nipples.
I squeezed her breasts again, and she dipped her head toward the water, her body trembling against my attack.
Next, I ran my fingers over Elizabeth’s belly and felt her pussy under the water. Like a good girl, she spread her legs, and I began to rub her wet skin. She sighed softly before her breathing grew more rapid. She pushed her ass back the more my fingers stroked her.
I gently spread her lips and felt the water and the warmth of her pussy against my fingers. I massaged her clit and played with the tight entrance to her body.
“Oh, that feels so good. Rub my clitoris harder, Sir,” she begged.
I rubbed Elizabeth’s clit harder and faster. Her hands clenched onto the cocktail bar as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She thrust her body against my probing fingers, and I slid them into her wanting pussy. The heat of her body was on my fingers.
“You like it?” I whispered in her ear as I slid my fingers deeper into her.
“Yes. I want to come on your hand, Sir,” she replied in a breathless moan.
I slid a second finger into her pussy. Her muscles gripped my fingers as her channel stretched around them. I rammed them deeper and faster into her as the ocean lapped against our bodies.
“Oh, god, Sir,” Elizabeth said as I pushed my fingers deeper into her. They touched her sweet spot, and she moaned for me.
I finger-fucked her pussy faster and faster as I gripped at her nipple and squeezed until she squealed.
“Too much?” I questioned.
“No. I just wasn’t expecting it. Keep fingering me and squeeze harder.”
I had a thought at that comment: Who am I to argue? I pressed my fingers faster into her and randomly pinched her nipples as I bit into her neck. Elizabeth’s legs trembled as her ass quivered against my body. I could sense her body was close to finishing.
Elizabeth’s body arched as I thrust my fingers deeper, and with each movement, the ocean pushed against my hand and forced it deeper into her. I felt her body tense and her legs tremble, the fire in her pussy spreading into her stomach as she bowed her head and panted in erotic need.
“Oh, oooh, Sir. Sir…” She took her hand and thrust it under the water and pushed my hand harder into her soaked pussy.
I felt her pussy contract as she came on my fingers. She bent her knees and shuddered. I placed one arm around her to support her as her body released millions of tiny shockwaves from her clitoris into the rest of her body. I knew how to work a woman with skill. I’d been doing it since I was a boy.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming, Sir,” Elizabeth panted as she clenched my fingers between her legs.
I waited until Elizabeth got her breath back and then started again. I wanted to see how she coped with two major orgasms from the same stimulation and see if she reacted differently.
The sound of her losing herself was almost too much.
***
Both times when she came, I felt her young pussy as it gripped onto my fingers, as well as the contractions of her orgasm as it was sent throughout her body, tingling when was finger-fucked to perfection.
“How did that feel?” I asked Elizabeth.
“Wow. I’ve never come twice, and I’ve never come from being fingered. It’s always been from a vibrator, Sir,” she replied.
Elizabeth leaned closer to me, and my cock rubbed against her leg. She gazed into my eyes with a look of want to satisfy me.
“Are you right or left handed?” I asked Elizabeth.
“Right handed, Sir.”
“Good. I want you to stroke my cock with your left hand…but don’t make me come,” I said.
Elizabeth stood behind me and pushed her body into mine. Her tits rubbed against my back, and her mound rubbed against my ass. She grabbed my cock and started to slowly stroke it under the water.
It throbbed in her hand as she slowly stroked. Fuck, yeah. Her rhythm was slow and deliberate. The ocean washed over the head of my cock as she stroked longer and harder. I felt the head of my cock in the sea water pushing against her hand, my nerves being torn to shreds as Elizabeth pulled harder. Fuck, her grip was tight as she held her downward stroke close to my belly. The veins in my cock bulged and pulsed, the head of my cock growing with each purposeful movement of her hand.
“You like that, Sir?” Elizabeth asked.
“Fuck, it’s good,” I replied in a groan.
I lied. It felt more than good, but I had to remain in control. Elizabeth thrust her ha
nd backward and forward, harder and faster, and I could feel that I would come soon.
“Come for me, Sir,” Elizabeth whispered into my ear.
“No,” I replied as I pulled her hand away from my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to let the feeling that had grown in my balls subside.
We frolicked in the ocean for a while longer, and each time I made Elizabeth come. But she couldn’t bring me to the point of finishing, and although my balls ached, I wanted to come when it was my choice and not just from her stimulation.
“Come on then. The water is getting cold and the air will be chilly soon. Back to the house,” I ordered Elizabeth.
We headed back toward the beach and stepped through the lapping waves toward the beach hut, which shone in the dark. I walked in front of Elizabeth and heard her as she panted behind me and talked to herself, her body shuddering from the coldness of the water.
I entered the hut and grabbed a bathrobe. I wrapped it around myself. I watched as Elizabeth entered the hut. There were tiny droplets of sea water and speckles of sand all over her body. Fuck, she looked like a lost young girl as she stood there, but this time she made no effort to hide her breasts or her pussy.
I threw Elizabeth a bathrobe, and we dried ourselves and made the short climb up the cliff stairs and entered the house. I closed the large glass doors and headed to the fireplace. I started a fire, which quickly started to spit sparks and embers into the air as the flames wisped around the hearth.
Elizabeth sat contentedly on the couch, close to the fire. I watched as she dried her long blond hair, and then I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a dish of fresh fruits that Molly had left for me. I returned to Elizabeth and sat close to her on the floor.
“Have some fruit,” I said. “The cherries are very nice, really juicy.”
I picked up a piece of fruit and slipped it into my mouth, and I relished its flavor.
“So, tell me about yourself,” I said to Elizabeth.