by Katie Ford
“Come,” I urged. “Come on my hand, let yourself go, little one.”
As if on cue, an orgasm rolled through her body, her figure shaking as the waves crested and peaked, causing her to jerk stiffly and cry out before leaving her trembling and soft in my arms. Her cunny was sweetly damp on my fingers, her juices rolling down my wrist, and I lifted my hand to my mouth for a taste.
Looking her straight in the eye, I licked my digits one by one, savoring her ambrosia. She was pure nectar, her womanly liquids sweet and tangy at once.
“You’re gorgeous and tasty,” I complimented, whispering in her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Wordlessly, she parted her thighs slightly, as if granting me access. That was all the encouragement I needed. I unzipped my tux pants and my member popped out, hot and full, stiff to the touch. She gasped before reaching forward with her hand, ready to stroke, but I couldn’t wait.
“Not now, little one,” I rumbled. “Later,” I promised.
I needed to be in her, stet, and lifted her ass up slightly, my hands under those plush, gorgeous cheeks. I balanced her hole over the tip of my dick and probed a bit, letting my penis rub her slick clit a few times, before slowly lowering her onto my shaft.
“Ohhh,” she breathed, her warm flesh engulfing me.
Fuck, she was so hot, so tight, that I could barely contain myself. I grunted, fighting the urge to take her hard because the beautiful girl deserved more. Slowly, I moved her up and down my shaft, cushioning her ass as she adjusted to my massive size. She mewled slightly in my arms, her breasts crushed against my chest as her pussy slid sweetly over my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re so tight and hot. Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
Immediately, I mentally cursed myself. Of course she wasn’t a virgin! She was a slut who’d been fucking my brother Caleb.
But Trina flushed beautifully, and whispered in my ear. “No, I’m not a virgin,” she breathed. “I think you’re just really big.”
If there were ever words to turn a man into a raging beast, those were it, and I began fucking her in earnest. My hands gripped her waist as I held her immobile, my hips pistoning against her sweet flesh, my cock pushing deep into her folds as I moved up and down like a machine.
“Oh!” she cried sweetly, her juices running hot and heavy.
Meanwhile, my balls were beginning to tighten and lift, and I knew orgasm was imminent. With a mighty roar, I pumped hard a few more times and the white spurted into her, coating her sweet pussy with semen. I could feel the hot liquid pulsing through my shaft as I came, shooting man juice into that tight, hot cunt.
“Oh!” she screamed as her pussy began jerking on my cock, her own orgasm rolling over her. I felt her snatch tighten and spasm, pulling my man milk deep into her body, ropes of it squirting hotly into her inner channel. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she briefly lost consciousness, the fucking so good, so true that it put the girl out.
When she came to a few seconds later, I was nibbling at her lips, holding her body close against mine, my dick still buried in her.
“That was amazing,” she whispered shyly into my ear. “I’ve never felt so good before.”
I chuckled. “That’s good, little one, because I intend on keeping you here all night,” I growled, as I lowered her to the bed.
She gave me a sweet smile, squeezing her cunny on my dick, and kissed me deeply as we fell into a bottomless well of pleasure again.
CHAPTER NINE
Becca
Slowly, I tiptoed around the big room, looking for various parts of my uniform. I couldn’t afford to lose even one piece, as we were hard up for cash. Let me rephrase that – I knew Trina couldn’t afford to lose even one piece, because she was always borrowing money from me.
As I searched for my panties and that damned maid’s cap, I let myself look once again at the big man slumbering peacefully in the bed. He was gorgeous, his body massive and solid, a veritable wall of flesh pressed against me most of the night.
Well, most of the night when he wasn’t in me. He’d made me come so many times that I’d lost count, my body limp and lifeless, like a rag doll after my fifth or sixth orgasm.
“Stop!” I’d breathed when I felt his hand questing near my cunny again. “I can’t!” I’d protested.
“Oh yes you can, little one,” he’d rumbled into my ear, his hand finding my love button unerringly. “You will,” he promised.
And he’d been right. We’d made love most of the night, only stopping a few hours before dawn to drop into a deep, dreamless sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Surprisingly, he’d wanted to hold me close, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he cuddled me close, wrapping his bulk around my womanly frame.
With a satisfied grunt, he’d fallen asleep right away, a heavy muscular arm draped over my waist and a thick thigh pressed between my legs.
This wasn’t the way most one night stands ended, right? Usually someone got kicked out in the wee hours of the morn? I knew it was me, and I wanted to escape before dawn, avoiding any awkward conversation.
Of course, no such luck.
“Whatcha doing, little one?” came a deep voice as I peered under the bed. Shit! He’d woken up.
“Um …” I fumbled as my cheeks reddened. “Looking for my underwear.”
He gave out a loud snort of laughter, looking absolutely adorable with his mussed hair, his green eyes surprisingly candid and friendly in the light of day.
“Well, where are you going, Trina?” he asked gently.
“I, um, have to get to school,” I fibbed.
“In that outfit?” he asked, an eyebrow arched as he looked over the French maid uniform.
“I’m going to go home and change first,” I stated. The truth was, I was already late for my job at the TV station, and my pay was going to be docked.
“A pretty girl like you doesn’t need to go to school,” he said silkily. “You must have plenty of suitors.”
I paused. The air had shifted subtly. “Um, well I have exams, and like I said last night, I’m not dating anyone,” I repeated. “Not that I’m asking you to date me,” I rushed on. “I’m just really busy that’s all.”
His eyebrows almost flew off his forehead.
“Not dating anyone, huh?” he repeated slowly, a cloud descending over his eyes. His face lost any semblance of friendliness, becoming a hard, unyielding mask. “Give it up Trina, I know you’re a liar.”
Now it was my turn to gape in surprise. “Lying about what?” Okay, I had been lying about a lot of things, including my identity, but I just needed to get out of here asap. “Never mind, I have to go,” I said, dropping the search for my underwear. It was useless. Trina was going to have to buy a new maid’s cap.
“You’re not going anywhere,” the big man ground out. “I know everything about you.”
What? This made no sense at all. This was like my worst nightmare come true, Prince Charming changing into an ogre right before my eyes. Quickly gathering my stuff, I didn’t reply and began heading for the door, my head ducked low.
But not so fast. The big man was like a panther and blocked the exit, his huge, naked body a wall that I had to pass through.
“I need to leave,” I stated firmly. “Right now.”
“I need to leave,” he jeered, repeating my words. “Forget it slut! I know you’re a gold-digger, Trina, I just needed to prove it. And now that I have my proof, you can kiss Caleb goodbye,” he growled. “Kiss that diamond ring goodbye too,” he sneered.
What the? What role did Caleb have in this?
“Who are you?” I asked slowly. “How do you know Caleb?”
“Your act is getting old,” he said coldly. “I’m Dominic, Caleb’s older brother. I always knew you were a tramp interested only in his money. You conveniently forgot all about your fiancé last night as soon as a richer man came along.”
My hand flew to my mouth. This couldn’t be happening. Caleb’s o
lder brother had organized a sting to prove my sister was a gold-digging whore? This mistaken identity thing had gotten out of hand.
“I’m not Trina,” I said slowly. “Let me explain. I’m her twin sister.”
“Whatever,” he jeered. “The old twin excuse? You’re not even imaginative. You’re a redhead working Trina’s shift with a badge that says Trina,” he said, nodding at my nameplate. “You are Trina.”
“No, I’m not,” I said, shaking my head frantically. “My twin couldn’t make her shift, so she asked me to fill in last minute,” I rushed. “I’m Becca, her older sister.”
“Please, bitch,” he ground out. “You can’t stop lying, can you? You’re a lying, gold-digging whore, who can’t keep her legs closed.”
I didn’t have to take this. I charged the door, thinking he’d step out of the way, but just ended up running into his massive, naked bulk. His arms encircled me, holding me captive as I struggled furiously.
“Let me go!” I screamed, my legs kicking out wildly, hitting home on one of his shins.
“Oof!” he grunted. “Not so fast, bitch. You think I’m going to let you run off to Caleb and make up some sob story? I’m locking you away, and when Caleb realizes his fiancée was nothing but a lying, scheming whore, he’ll drop you like the garbage you are,” he rumbled.
“This is kidnap!” I screamed, my arms and legs flailing wildly. “You can’t do this!”
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “And who’s going to stop me? I had my PI check you out and you’re an orphan. No one’s going to even notice that you’re gone!”
“My sister will notice!” I screeched. “Trina will call the cops as soon as she realizes I’m missing.”
“STOP!” he roared. “Stop lying! This twin sister bullshit is getting old. Just shut up, no one’s every going to find you where we’re going.”
The enormity of the situation overtook me, and I fainted.
CHAPTER TEN
Becca
When I came to, I was strapped into the seat of a private plane. The chair was buttery soft, the leather a luxurious calfskin and Dominic sat across from me, eyeing me warily.
“Welcome back to earth,” he said dryly.
I slipped off my seatbelt in a flash and darted down the aisle of the cabin. But there was nowhere to go. We were in a small aircraft, the only passengers on a private plane.
I glared at Dominic from the aisle, my arms crossed. “You can’t kidnap me,” I said stubbornly.
“Oh yeah?” he drawled. “I already have, Trina.”
“And I’m not Trina!” I exclaimed again. “You have the wrong person!”
He just shook his head this time, looking out the window. “Your excuses are getting old,” he said wearily. “We’ll be there in half an hour.”
I sat down, refusing to speak to him anymore, figuring I’d make my escape when we got to the island.
Fortunately, he didn’t try to talk to me either, and we sat in silence. I was acutely aware of his bulk across from me, that imposing frame that seemed to take up so much space, making me tingle even after all that had passed. Cursing myself, I resolutely turned towards the window as we began our descent.
The view was amazing. We were pulling towards a beach, the sandy shore surrounded by an azure blue sea, so clear that coral reefs were visible even from the height of the plane. The island looked so clean, so pure and white, that I was almost sorry that I’d be leaving so quickly.
“The island’s name is Koh-i-Noor,” Dominic stated.
I looked at him with amazement. “You gave the island an Arabic name? Like the diamond?” I asked.
He looked surprised that I’d picked up on the association. “Yes, like the diamond. When I bought this island, it reminded me of a jewel in the sea, thus the name Koh-i-Noor.”
“What is it that you do, exactly?” I said softly. “How is it that you own an island?”
“My dear, have you ever heard of Dominic Patterson?” he asked.
“Sure, the murder mystery author. I’ve read a couple of books, but that genre’s not really my thing,” I said. Suddenly, I had a realization. “Dominic Patterson is your pen name, isn’t it? You’re a NY Times bestselling author who’s sold billions of books,” I realized.
“That’s right,” he confirmed. “I come to the island to clear my mind, it gives me the space to write without distraction.”
I turned back to the view below. The TV station I worked for was currently bidding for the rights to a Dominic Patterson novel, hoping to turn it into a blockbuster TV series. And to think that I was sitting across from the esteemed author right now, kidnapped to his own private island. Well, it wasn’t for long, I assured myself. I was going to find a way to escape.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Becca
We landed, and Dominic’s crew met us at the gangway.
“Sir!” cried an old black lady. “We’ve missed you,” she said, fussing over him. “You look so thin, so tired. Come back to Koh-i-Noor more often, we’ll fatten you up.”
“Nana, I’ve missed you too,” said Dominic. “And you, Oscar,” he said, nodding at an old black man, who gave him a bear hug.
“Long time no see, son,” said Oscar.
“And who’s this?” said Nana. “A new lady for da house?” she smiled warmly, looking for a ring on my finger. I flushed, but before I could say anything, Dominic interrupted.
“This is Trina, my new assistant,” said Dominic smoothly. “She’s going to help with editing, typing, that sort of thing,” he continued.
I gaped at him, but shut my mouth quickly. “My given name’s Trina but I go by Becca,” I added quickly, shooting Dominic a warning glare. He rolled his eyes, ignoring me.
“Well, we’ve got dinner ready for you,” said Nana soothingly. “As soon as we get back to the plantation, the suckling pig will be on the table before you can blink!” she said cheerily, as Oscar loaded our bags into a golf cart.
The drive to the house was beautiful. The landscape was a gorgeous rainbow, like stepping into Technicolor for the first time. Palm trees swayed in the heat, their verdant fronds waving majestically, as lush tropical flowers bloomed, red, gold and pink, riotous and fragrant.
I gasped as a macaw flew overhead, its emerald feathers almost brushing the golf cart.
“Them just island birds!” chuckled Oscar. “We got them by the hundreds, ain’t that right Sir?”
“Yep,” Dominic said, leaning back, his big arm stretched comfortably across the seat back. The island was already working its magic. The heat and sunshine were making him relax, his mood visibly lifting as we enjoyed the balmy breeze that swept across our skin. I was happy too because with Dominic’s guard down, it’d be easier for me to steal away.
We arrived at the plantation, a majestic colonial-style house surrounded by a verandah. It was well-maintained and once we were inside, Oscar and Nana disappeared to get dinner ready.
“Well?” I asked Dominic.
“Well, what?” he replied.
“So I’m your new assistant?” I asked.
“Yep, hope you’re good with the computer,” he smirked. “Feel free to show yourself around,” he said. “There’s nowhere to go,” he warned. “No way for you to escape, and no phone or internet to contact the mainland.”
“There has to be a phone!” I sputtered. “What is this, the outback?”
“Not the outback,” said Dominic smoothly. “But you’re not going to be able to dial 9-1-1, as if that were even an option here.”
I was stumped, but spun on my heel, determined to do some exploring. There had to be a way to escape, I just had to be imaginative.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dominic
Life on the island has been particularly sweet lately. Becca and I settled into an easy rhythm, her skill with editing something I hadn’t expected. I’d thought she was a spoiled brat who barely finished high school, but the opposite was true. She was unusually good at tactfully suggesting changes in plo
t lines, pacing, and character development. Hmm, very surprising.
We treated each other as professionals, nothing more, although I found myself eyeing her curvy, seductive figure all the time. But I restrained myself. This was the bitch who’d come so close to stealing our family fortune, there was no way I was touching her. Instead, we were consummate professionals, working from 9 am to 6 pm each day, breaking only for lunch and a short snack in the afternoon. Dinnertimes were uneventful, as we ate with Nana and Oscar at the kitchen table, making the whole scene familial and homey.
Other than Caleb, Nana and Oscar are my closest family. I’d worked like a demon since turning eighteen, determined to become a best-selling author. After our parents died, I’d been even more obsessed with making my mark on the world, writing morning, noon and night. After my first blockbuster hit the charts, I’d bought this island, and found that it came with Nana and Oscar. They took care of me in my exhaustion, nurturing the scrappy young writer, making sure I ate and took showers.