by K. J. Dahlen
She nods, probably unable to speak.
This is the signal for me to make her come again all over my tongue. I could taste her all day long and the way I’m feeling right now, I want to make sure I enjoy every second of the weekend because the best is yet to come.
11
Leah
I don’t know what’s tiring me more? The multiple orgasms I had in the limo or even on the plane or the fact that he doesn’t leave me alone for a minute. It’s as if he loves watching me come every time. He hasn’t fucked me yet. That would be too easy. Earlier, he had his cock in between my legs, just rubbing it near my entrance without putting it in.
Now, he says that we need a shower. He hasn’t even shown me around his home. The island. His ‘little paradise’ as he called it from the moment we landed here.
He dragged me into the shower, saying we need to clean up before the game begins, I don’t even know how to tell him I’m a virgin, that I’ve never been touched, but after he commented on me being so tight. I have a feeling he already knows.
“You’re clean now,” he smirks as he presses himself against me. He smirks again, “I feel dirty.”
Wow, he’s letting me take care of him. Something that’s been off limits until now. I love the idea of being to explore his body in detail, so I don’t hesitate in scooping up the soap and getting to work.
His muscles take my breath away, and I take my time dragging my fingers through every groove. I love the fact that he may be older than me, but he takes care of himself. Every part of him is so defined, and he’s so damn sexy.
I take my time while occasionally brushing his cock. I’ve never done this with another man, and he doesn’t fluster when I do it. I don’t put it in my hand as tempted as I am to do it. I’ve never touched a cock before, and the idea of touching his feels as if I’ve been given a gift before Christmas day.
I want to play with my gift, and I spin him to face his island, to look out to the sea out there. It’s too dark to see outside, but I want him to have a piece of what he did to me only a few minutes ago.
I brush my breasts against his skin while my hands cup his ass. I feel like a bad girl, a naughty one as I admire the firmness of his ass. “You’re so tight,” I purr as I find myself holding it and trying to squeeze it in my hand. It’s as if it’s so damn hard and it’s fighting against the grip of my hands.
I spin him around, he’s a lot stronger than me, but I’m trying to make a point of feeling as if I’m in control of him.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
He turns around and lifts up his hands as if he’s surrendering to me.
I know he’s not, but he loves the fun and games. I suppose I do too in his walk-in shower that could fit at least four other people. I wonder if he’s done that a few times. Played with other women, debating which one to take at which time, I suppose tonight’s my lucky night. He’s letting me control him…just as I planned on doing for the rest of his life. “I want to return the favor. I want you to feel the way you made me feel in the limo, plane and as soon as we came through the door.”
He smirks as if he’s permitting me to take him. “Be my guest!”
He looks down at his obvious erection, and I fall to my knees and wrap my soapy hands around his length, he growls the moment I do it.
At first, his hips start to rock gently as I start to stroke him. I stroke him as my hand slides over his hot skin. It’s as if the more he’s turned on, the more he grows as his head swells and pulses in my grip. I want him so badly. I start dreaming about him fucking me. Wishing I were bent over and he took me right now.
He grabs my hand and stops me from taking him in my mouth any longer. He wants me as much as I want him.
I look up and ask, “What happened to me pleasuring you?”
“I need to be inside of you right now. I’ve waited long enough,” he says as he pulls me to the feet.
He loops his hands under my legs and lifts me so we’re the same level. Then he locks his lips and starts fucking my mouth with his tongue as he takes one step forward and puts my back against the wall. He slams himself inside of me with his cock and it happens so quickly I don’t even have any time to react.
I feel as if he’s lit a fire underneath my skin. His mouth continues to plunder into mine as he rams himself inside of me. I thought that it would hurt so badly, but it seems as if maybe the way that he fucked me with his tongue and finger that it opened me up so much that I don’t feel the burning sensation I expected from my first time. Or maybe it’s being fucked in the shower that’s making it more about pleasure than pain. He goes deeper and deeper as he takes more and more of me. I feel as if I’m possessed by him as I can feel every part of him trembling, but yet in control as I feel the most sensual experience happening to me and I’m enjoying every part of it.
I can feel the cold tiles on my back, the steam misting my skin and the air that’s screaming sex all around us. I expected my first time to be in bed with him looking at me and I would know that this is the last thing he takes from me.
Everything about my experience with Marco has been different from what I expected it to be. It’s as if I’ve lost control, as I feel lost in the moment.
No, I’m lost in Marco.
And there’s nothing I can do as I start to come and Marco knows it too.
“Look at me, when you come!”
Why does he want to see me?
I can’t fight the feeling or deny his command as I look at him and I hold on to his stare as I feel that he’s sending me into a trance. I feel a wave of ecstasy building up inside of me.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come!”
I can’t help but scream as my climax rips through my body. This isn’t like when he fucked me with his tongue or even his fingers. This is better than that, and I know this as he slips out of me. He didn’t come, this was just the beginning for him because he’s still rock hard. He lowers me to the ground and growls, “I hope that you enjoyed it. I’m going to be fucking you all night long.”
I try to catch my breath as I know it’s not just going to be tonight, but all weekend.
“You mean all weekend long.”
He barks, “Good. You’re learning. Now, let’s get you onto the bathroom sink so I can fuck you some more.”
I know I don’t have any choice, because like everything, his command needs to be followed, and I never have a choice. Not if I want it all to go according to plan. But I’m worried that it’s not my plan, but his.
12
Marco
I’m in the study looking at the latest figures of this new construction wondering if maybe it’s been a big mistake. The first projections suggested it would be a couple of million. Now, they’re doubling the price as if I’m a bank with no limit. No authorization. I don’t know what to do right now as my head is buried in my hands and I think maybe my dad was right. One day I’ll come back to him, not because I want to, but because I can’t-do things alone.
People don’t respect nice, and it doesn’t work with businesses, especially ones like the casino industry, which is why I dip my fingers in other areas and by the look of things that’s not working either.
Fuck!
There’s a knock at the door. I think it’s Leah who’s finally woken up and doesn’t want to be alone anymore or that she’s lost in the house.
I move, and she’s been following me. I’m not even sure if she knows her way around, even when she’s only been here one night I don’t expect her to be able to do it so easily.
“What?” I blurt out debating whether to go back home and just call an emergency meeting and call the whole thing off. At this rate, I’ll have two choices, to either file for bankruptcy or go back to my family and ask them for help.
Someone is doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Figures don’t fucking double overnight. That part is clear, and I know for sure it’s no one from my team. I just wonder where the leak is and that always lead
s to trouble. That’s when the door opens, and I’m surprised to see David coming through it.
“Sorry, sir, am I disturbing you?”
I hesitate as I wonder what’s happened this time. Normally, when David comes on the island, I know that he doesn’t come alone. I don’t mind. He’s one of my trusted employees because from the moment my dad took away his family, I helped him get back on his feet. I helped him get into rehab so he could kick his drug and alcohol habit. It was the least I could do after my dad killed his for betraying him. His mom didn’t hesitate in taking her own life, thinking that my dad would do the deed. He had no intention of doing that, Dad may be a lot of things, but when it came to killing women and children, he did have a soft spot. One that few knew about at the best of times.
“No, it’s fine. What’s on your mind?” If he’s coming to see me, then it must be for a reason. A really good one.
He nods as he turns to close the door.
Curiosity gets the better of me as I close my laptop and give him my full attention.
“I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but with the flight and the time that we got here. I just didn’t get the chance to do it.”
“Sit down, David. What’s on your mind?”
It’s not like him to hesitate or even stall about what he wants to say. He’s the type of guy that just spits it out. He doesn’t gossip like the other drivers, and he certainly doesn’t mess around when it comes to telling me what’s wrong which is why I’m surprised about his hesitation as his eyes dart around the office.
“Did you bring someone with you?”
He shakes his head, but this time he’s looking at the ground and making me feel a bit nervous. It can’t be that bad.
“Sorry, girls?”
Remembering the last time I gave him a week off, and he spent it pleasuring himself with twins. I smile at him, but the stern look on his face tells me that this is no laughing matter.
“I know that you do your checks before you bring any girl here. Sometimes anyone.”
He’s not asking, but telling me and this leads me to believe that this conversation has something to do with Leah which surprises me even more. Then I remember that it took her a long time to get from the apartment back to the limo with nothing in her hand.
“It’s Leah. There’s something wrong. She was asking questions, but then not asking them, and it just made me realize that something’s wrong. I just have that feeling. Girls don’t normally ask questions. They talk, not ask questions.” He nods as if he wants me to understand what he’s trying to say in little words as possible.
I know exactly what he means, the few girls that I’ve hired from the club to visit me here. The ones that have been on the exclusive list, and I’ve paid a heavy price to have first access to them treat their journey here like they’re either too nervous to talk to David or if they do, they want to know about the island.
Leah seems to have come and done everything as if she knew what to expect. I’d suspected that our meeting wasn’t by chance, but I thought that I was paranoid. David’s confirmed that I wasn’t paranoid and Leah may not be as innocent as I thought she was, which leads me to the question if she is here based on one of my enemies or something far worse. Is she out for revenge?
“Do you think that she knows something?”
He nods his head. “I’m pretty sure she does. But the question is what?”
I fold my arms and sit back in my chair. I need to figure out what to do with this piece of information because if Leah’s playing some game. I’m going to find out what, she may think that she’s got me. But, she has no idea what she’s dealing with, but she’s in my territory, and I’ll make sure that I teach her a lesson. One she’ll never forget.
She shouldn’t have wanted to swim with the sharks when she’s just a little fish.
I watch as she stretches out her arms. She’s feeling the sheets. The softness of the silk against her skin. I wonder if she’s doing it, because she’s making herself comfortable or if she has any idea what’s going to happen next if I find out that she’s been sent. As so many have been before her. But they don’t even make it to the fucking island. I figure out their plan before they can beg for mercy. I send them back as an example of what will happen if you try to double cross me.
I should do that with Leah, but there’s just one problem. I’m not sure who sent her, and I have no intention of letting her go until I get exactly what I want.
“Marco, what are you doing over there?” she purrs as she smiles at me.
Her bedroom eyes are drawing me back into the bed, but after David’s revelation, it keeps me at bay. I’m trying to run a legitimate business, and I don’t need my cock getting in the way of that. Maybe I’d let my sensitivity get the better of me. I won’t be doing that again, not after I found out the deal I’ve spent the last two years on is taking me for a ride.
I’d filled enough pockets to ensure that everything goes according to plan. I didn’t just use one architectural firm, but two. Neither of them are cheap, because of their explicit reputation and yet the cost of the construction is escalating and we are only half way through the plans. Maybe I let my bad judgment get away with what should have been the perfect opportunity?
That is about to change.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday. It’s not good for you to sleep all day. Especially seeing as you have work on Monday.”
My cold words seem to take her by surprise as she nearly jumps off the bed. “I know, but I thought that I was staying until tomorrow. Or have you changed your mind?” She’s yawning as she stretches out with her breasts on display. I can see that her nipples are rock hard and as much as I want to suck them right now, I want her to know who’s boss and most of all that she’s on my land, my home and right now she’s going to be taught that I’m no man’s fool. I walk up to her slowly, and she has a dirty smile on her face. She’s anticipating my next move.
“Why were you working at that diner?”
She shakes her head as if I’ve given her a rude awakening, she wasn’t expecting that question, but I decided that going through my PI hasn’t worked because she’s slipped through our fingers and we don’t even know the truth behind why she wants to get close to me.
“Because I wanted to stay in the city,” she says while seductively coming closer toward me.
I can feel her pussy rubbing against my belly as she wraps her arms around my neck.
Her lips are so close as if she’s ready to kiss me to silence me. It doesn’t work like that. More the other way around, I’m the one who’ll tell her when to speak and when to shut up. She’s pushing me into a corner, and I feel weak as if I’m letting her win.
Fuck that!
I’m the one that’s in control of everything, apart from what’s happening right now with my cock.
13
Marco
He grabs hold of me as I’m about to get out of bed. He lifts me up and then moves me to the door, and both of our mouths are at the same height. I don’t hesitate as Marco pushes me hard against the door and I loop my arms around him. My dripping panties are screaming out his name.
Revenge.
What’s that?
I have to keep reminding myself as our bodies are pressed against each other.
“Leah it’s as if you’re fucking wet all the time. You just can’t get enough.”
Marco grows as the pressure of his cock intensifies against me. It’s driving me wild as his tongue starts to fuck my mouth. We rock to the same rhythm against the door. The only sound is my back against the door and the sounds of our tongues in each other’s mouths. It’s as if he’s claiming me and even though we’ve been here only two days, I should be proud that my plan is working. I’d spent three years making sure that I’ll have Marco Raco begging on his hands and knees for my life. I’ll refuse him the moment he’s so close that I know it can hurt.
But as he’s taking me, I wonder if this was just an illusion on my part. I don’t feel that
it’s Marco doing the begging from day one. I feel as if it’s me and I’m just kidding myself.
As he finds the balance, his fingers trace up my legs as he begins to replace it with his cock. He enters in and out of me. It’s as if he likes feeling how wet I am not only on his cock, but on his fingers too and then he rams into me as he stabilizes me against the door. I am so lost that I don’t realize that in one swift movement he’s managed to pull down his pants and enter.
We’re both naked from the waist-downwards. He has no boxers, and I have no panties. He can take me whenever he wants to, and this is what I love about being here. There are no restrictions. He takes me when he feels like it, and I can sense he is enjoying our time together just as much as I am. Even when he didn’t want to have sex, he would put a finger inside of me. Just to see my reaction. It is as if I am a fountain and automatically become wet whenever he does that. He doesn’t even need to try.
“Hell, yes!” I scream out as he pumps me with his fat cock, his cock rubs against my clit, and I can’t help but come even before he’s officially started.
“You’re fucking loving it.”
I purr, “And so are you!”
He chuckles, as he withdraws from me. It leaves an emptiness in between my legs, one that I want begging for more.
I don’t want to talk. I just want him to fuck me over and over again. I blink wondering if he’s driving me insane. Is this what he did to his wife? Made her fall for him and then she killed herself because she couldn’t bear it. I feel like a drug addict needing a quick fix, and that fix is Marco. I could never get tired of him. The pains that were there when he first took me have become a thing of the past. This is a completely different sensation. One I’ve never experienced by touching myself. Or the couple of times I saved up and bought a dildo. Olivia swore by them and even chipped in when I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to buy and ended up spending way too much money on one.