Sully's Fantasy (Goddess Isles, #6)

by Winters, Pepper

I swallowed a gasp as the cat instantly purred and bumped against Sully to be petted harder. The sight of a wild man stroking a hunter, high up in the treetops, dressed in just a loincloth, scrambled my grasp on what was real and what was his illusion.

  Sully belonged here.

  He belonged in an untouched utopia where he wore sunlight instead of suits and had all the gifts of survival for a raw, undomesticated existence instead of a billionaire pharmaceutical empire.

  Funny, how he had everything that people fought and clawed to earn. He’d mastered the corporate world. He’d dabbled in the unethical and illegal. He’d turned his back on nefarious enterprises and given me everything he was the day he married me...yet, Sully Sinclair didn’t need, nor want any of those things.

  He just wanted to be left alone.

  To be free in the wild with creatures and elements.

  And me.

  The truth punched me in the heart and made me love him even more than I thought possible.

  Ignoring his previous question, I murmured, “This fantasy...it’s not just about the sex, is it? It’s the whole experience. The birdsong and serenity. The peace where no other humans exist.” I smiled softly, blending seriousness with joviality. “If I didn’t know you, I’d say this was based on Tarzan. After all, you’re a complicated man who not many understand. You have the uncanny ability to befriend any animal you come across, and you prefer to keep the entire human race as far away from you as possible. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.” I looked him up and down, drinking in the wild perfection. “You’re Tarzan.”

  He let out a deep chuckle, ducking to his haunches to scratch the cat under its chin. “When you label it, yes, it does seem that way.” His eyes glittered as he studied me intently, lingering on my pussy and nipples. “You do make a delectable Jane. Wasn’t she a virgin? An innocent young girl who caught the attention of a man raised by animals?”

  “She fell in love with him the instant she saw him.”

  “And he with her.” His eyes never left mine, making me wet, fluttering my heart, clenching my entire body with need.

  “And they had copious amounts of sex,” I breathed.

  “Filthy creatures.”

  I licked my lips. “Obsessed.”

  “Addicted.” His hands continued to stroke the jaguar. Long, strong fingers that had been on me, in me, everywhere on me. I found every part of him terrifyingly tempting.

  Desire thickened the air between us.

  Our skin sparked with chemistry that never stopped tormenting us. My mouth begged to be on his. My body pleaded to be filled by him.

  The only problem was, we still had a guest.

  One with big teeth.

  Swallowing down my need, I moved hesitantly toward Sully and the cat.

  Sully gave me a gentle nod as I dared to hold out my hand to the jaguar. The cat sniffed me, licked me once with its sandpaper tongue, then continued to purr thanks to Sully’s petting.

  “All this...” My voice scratched with lust. I cleared my throat, adding, “This fantasy: the animals, the jungle, even the treehouse, it’s all similar to Tarzan...apart from one thing.”

  “Oh, and what’s that?” Sully asked smoothly.

  “A gorilla. You’re missing a—”

  A branch snapping whirled me around just as a silver and black monkey appeared from the shadowy leaves all around us.

  A damn gorilla.

  I laughed under my breath as the primate dropped from the trees and thudded against the deck. The jaguar didn’t flinch or try to kill it. Its eyes closed in utmost contentment beside Sully.

  The gorilla blinked at me, its long eyelashes catching the sunlight and its silvery black hair so fine and soft. A female. Not fully grown, inquisitive and sweet, studying me as curiously as I studied her.

  How did Sully do it?

  How did he conjure a creature just from code?

  How did he get every nuance of her movements and every filament of her hair so perfect?

  I locked my knees as the gorilla reached for my necklaces, her black hands heavily padded for jungle climbing and thick with power. The beads and shells clacked as she tugged one of the cords.

  I removed it and handed it to her.

  She grunted and dropped to her butt, studying her new possession.

  Sully stood, leaving his hand on the jaguar’s head. “You’re going to ask if I summoned that gorilla, aren’t you?” He smirked. “That I elaborated on the Tarzan theme and deliberately cyphered her to prove you’re correct. That I have a thing for a childhood storybook.”

  I padded toward him, awed by the two animals just happily hanging out with us. “You have to admit, it’s rather coincidental.”

  “Or the fantasy felt what you were thinking and delivered.”

  “Can a computer program do that?”

  Sully shrugged, his naked chest once again distracting me with his chiselled strength. “Programs evolve. There are updates and new editions.”

  “So, yes or no?” I rested my palm over his heart. He shuddered at our connection, hissing between his teeth as electricity fired between us.

  “I don’t know.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Along with the creatures I created previously, I tweaked a line of code to create animals known to be found in jungles. I didn’t state what animals. I just let the program decide.” Grabbing my wrist, he jerked me closer.

  It was my turn to hiss as his body pressed against mine. Hot and slightly tacky with sweat and hard in all the right places. “Think of another animal, Jinx. Let’s see if you have the ability to summon an aardvark or a buffalo.”

  My mind went blank as he tipped my chin up with his knuckle, holding me still as he looked deep into my eyes. “You know I love you more than any other person, before or since. You know that I always will, but I don’t think you fully understand why I fell in love with you in the first place.”

  I swayed in his control, my breasts growing heavy and a trickle of want on my inner thigh. “Why?” My question was a gentle puff of air as the jaguar stood, stretched, and leapt off the deck, vanishing stealthy and sleek into the trees.

  “I fell for you because of Skittles.” His lips pressed against mine. He kissed me slow and deep, distracting me, corrupting me. I clung to him, opening wider, permitting him to guide me wherever he wanted.

  Pulling away, I asked breathlessly. “Skittles?”

  “She showed me who you were beneath the beauty, the fight, the goddess I’d purchased. Because of her trust in you—when she’d never trusted anyone—I knew without a shadow of a doubt that you were good. Kind. The exact opposite of what I’d become.” He kissed me again, his tongue slipping past my lips and completely stealing me from conversation.

  The deck shuddered as the gorilla followed the jaguar and abandoned us to our lust. Sully backed me toward the railing where vines dangled like living ribbons.

  With our tongues dancing and bodies burning for more, he pressed me against the balustrade. One hand remained on my waist, kneading me, pulling my hips into his, but the other let me go, the slight breeze of air hinting he did something I couldn’t see.

  Breathing hard, I nipped his bottom lip, needing to know.

  His eyes glowed sapphires as he wrapped a vine around my wrist, trapping me.

  The moment he’d tied me, he stepped back and raked his hands through his hair. “You did say I could do anything to you, correct?”

  I tugged against the vine; the snug softness belied the strength behind the creeper. It was just us. No more cats or gorillas. No more talk about programs and true love.

  Just drowning attraction and blistering sexual need.

  I swallowed and nodded.

  Sully growled low in his chest. “I’ll make this good for you, Jinx. So fucking good.” With slightly shaking hands, he removed his loincloth, throwing it over the side of the deck. It fluttered through the branches, leaving Sully stunningly naked.

  His cock hung heavy and hard. His balls
tucked against his body in need. His flat stomach rippled with shallow breaths. Crowding into me, he grabbed the vine by my other wrist and once again, used it to secure me.

  He didn’t speak as he climbed onto the banister and tugged at vines hanging above us, pulling them lower from their tangles to drape a few around me. Bits of bracken and dried leaves rained around us as he reached for me and plucked me from the deck.

  I couldn’t move my arms as he held me high enough to position my leg through a looped hanging vine before repeating with my other. “Balance.” He let me go, leaving the two vines around my thighs to hold my weight as I swung with my legs parted.

  It took effort to stay in place, especially with my wrists tied, and my stomach clenched as he once again jumped onto the railing and tugged another few vines to waist level. With sure hands and quick calculations, he reclined me onto the new loops, ensuring three thick foliage ropes cradled my back and neck.

  My hair cascaded behind me; my necklaces and anklets tinkled quietly with my every sway.

  Only once he’d added vines to my ankles, leaving the vines swinging from the treetops above and splaying my legs open did he step back to inspect my imprisonment.

  I squirmed in the bondage, testing the parameters and seeking a way free.

  He groaned as my legs scissored, then splayed wide thanks to the vines keeping me trapped. His hand dropped to his cock, his fingers lashing tight around his erection. “You look positively divine.”

  I struggled again, trying to keep my legs closed, all while the swinging strength of the vines parted them, revealing every private part of me.

  He’d effectively made a sex swing out of the jungle.

  He’d lashed and looped me so I had nowhere to go, no way to run from whatever he was about to do.

  Cinta sprang back into power in my veins. Lust shoved aside words and worries, drenching me in debilitating desire. If I wasn’t supported by the vines, I would’ve puddled to his feet and begged him to touch me.

  His stare was a visceral thing.

  The way he masturbated while feasting on my prone body made the coils of a climax begin in my belly.

  Touch me.

  Fuck me.

  Please!

  “Want something, Eleanor?” He jerked himself harder. “You’re growing wetter by the second, so you can’t deny it.”

  I nodded, desperation making me insane. “You. I want you.”

  “How? How do you want me?”

  I watched him jerking off. The brutalising squeeze, the harsh punishment. He’d never been a gentle lover, and I wanted it as hard as he delivered.

  “I want that.” I arched my chin at his cock, my vision turning hazy. “I want you to touch me like that.”

  “Where?” he growled.

  “Everywhere.”

  My skin flushed as his gaze turned midnight and flashed with violent lust. “Your wish is my command, Goddess Jinx.” Stepping into me, he slammed to his knees between my wide legs. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.”

  Chapter Twelve

  ELEANOR WAS ALL MY weaknesses in one.

  Her taste as my tongue entered her pussy.

  Her moans as I worshipped her.

  Her jerks as I inserted two fingers.

  Her scent as I pushed her toward another release.

  All of her.

  Every mewl, every smile, every touch, every moment had the power to kill me in the best way possible. I would die a happy man if I was permitted to spend the rest of my life right here on my knees before my exquisite wife.

  She swung in the vines, the natural strength of the creepers holding her at the perfect height for me to feast. Withdrawing my fingers, I planted my hands on either of her thighs, pushing her wider apart.

  She cried out as the vines pulled while I pushed, spreading her so I could witness every fold, glisten, and secret. Her head tipped back as I bent my neck and sucked on her clit.

  “Fuck, Sully.” She spasmed as I licked my way down to her entrance.

  Her taste was a mix of both of us. A blend of prior pleasure and a carnal pledge of our marriage.

  “I can’t...I’m-I’m—” Her voice echoed with pain and pleas. “Please, Sully. Let me—”

  I drove my tongue deeper into her, my nose buried on her clit, my entire face between her legs.

  She didn’t stand a chance.

  I drove her up and shoved her over.

  She came on my mouth, her orgasm twitching her in the vines, over and over as her body splintered and shattered.

  I climbed to my feet before she’d finished, wiping away the slickness on my chin and notching my hips between her legs. My cock stood to full attention as I rubbed myself on her, gathering up her wetness, teasing both of us.

  She moaned and struggled to raise her head, slumped and sated in the vines. She blinked with hooded eyes, watching where my cock pleasured both of us. “Sully...”

  “Need something else?” I pressed harder, making her swing, bringing her to a stop with my hands on her breasts. The shells and beads draping over her beautiful flesh tried to hide her decency. Grabbing them, I yanked them over her head, allowing them to fall in a shower of discarded jewellery to the deck.

  She flinched as a cord broke, scattering its contents and bouncing beads through the slats of the bamboo, disappearing to the forest floor below.

  She’d never looked more sublime. Coffee tangled hair all loose around her, her arms spread and bound, her body defying gravity at the perfect height for me to plunge inside. I wondered what position our bodies were in back at Hawksridge Hall. Did I have her on the bed? On the floor? Had our desire caused our tethers to untie, in which case we could be in the fucking corridor by now.

  But I didn’t care.

  The only thing I cared about was being inside this woman. Again and again and again.

  Fisting myself, I pushed her forward, loving the pendulum effect of her trapped and swinging. She bit her bottom lip as her momentum brought her back to me.

  Using gravity to do my work, I angled my cock and waited for her to return to me.

  Her mouth opened wide as she swung directly onto my cock, sinking me inside her, inserting me to the hilt in one rock.

  “Holy shit.” I groaned, my knees locking against the bands of pleasure shooting down my legs.

  Eleanor gasped, her chest panting with pure pleasure. “Oh, my God.”

  My fingernails dug into her hips, pulling her harder into me, needing to crawl inside her.

  And she let me.

  She had no choice. This was my true fantasy. Having her completely at my mercy. To take my time with her. To torment. To control. To own.

  With my hands on her knees, I pushed her forward, drawing her down my length, leaving glistening desire covering me.

  She shuddered as I pushed until she hovered on my tip. Her pussy spread, welcoming me to take her deeper. My breath caught. I couldn’t move as a lashing orgasm spiralled up my legs and throbbed in my balls.

  It would be so easy to come. Too easy. But I wanted to drive both of us insane first.

  Allowing her to fall toward me, I groaned as her body enveloped mine, slick and warm.

  She whimpered as I jerked her closer, locking us together until my hip bones dug into her inner thighs. “Feel that? Every piece of me is inside you.”

  She nodded. “I feel it.”

  “Like it?”

  “Love it.”

  I pushed again, drawing her away, wincing at the coolness left behind after the sensual heat of her body. “Do you miss me when I’m not inside you?”

  Her forehead furrowed in concentration as I let her swing forward, gliding down my cock again. “Yes.”

  “Do you dream of me when I’m asleep beside you?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do you dream about?”

  She licked her lips, her breath catching as I pushed and pulled. Standing still, I used the vines to fuck her without moving my hips.

  “I...I dre
am about our first time in Euphoria. The cave and the fire and the blizzard, and how you said I was yours, even then.”

  “You were born mine.” I fucked her slowly, tantalizingly.

  “I know.”

  Her swing increased as I pushed and pulled, watching the graphic show of my body vanishing into hers, over and over.

  We lost ourselves to torment.

  Our breaths turned shallow with the rapidly building need to come. Her skin flushed as I pushed her to the very tip of my cock, holding her away.

  Her spread legs trembled while only the tiniest fraction of me remained inside her. “Sully...please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please have me. All of me.”

  I swallowed the possession racing in my blood. “I already have. Every moment of our life together, I have you.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  I forced a smile through foggy lust. “What do you mean, dirty wife?”

  “I mean fuck me. Hard. I want—”

  I drove deep and quick, shutting her up, giving her what she asked for.

  I did it again and again.

  Using the vines and my own power, I ensured her body would feel every inch of mine for days to come.

  “Yes.” She bowed in the creepers, submitting to everything I gave her.

  She looked fucking amazing.

  So trusting and loving. So sure in my affection and commitment to her.

  It was that part that undid me the most.

  I had her utterly at my mercy, but I didn’t need to because her trust gave me every power over her. Just like my trust in her was the most sacred and precious thing I’d ever done.

  She’d taught me the meaning of the word.

  She’d set me free.

  I fucked her harder.

  I couldn’t help it.

  My love overflowed into violence.

  Eleanor would always consume my thoughts.

  From her regal bearing with her invisible crown to her debased and spread-eagled on my cock, I loved every facet of her.

  She shivered as I suddenly shoved her forward and let her go, allowing gravity to pierce her onto me, sliding us together in a fierce impale.

  “Oh, my God—” She gulped as her entire body fissured with longing.

  The suddenness.