by Olivia Harp
This was different. Everything changed when you could share the experience with someone you truly cared about.
The orange-white glow of the city in the distance was just so romantically perfect.
She could lose herself in his kiss. It was deep and intense and hot.
The mere thought of doing it out in the open like this made her horny. She giggled. There was no other way to say it.
She was way more adventurous than she thought. It’s Remy’s fault.
“What?” He asked, feeling her smile in the middle of their kiss.
“You’re so kinky,” she said, a grin in her lips.
“Trying to keep up with you, hon.”
He kissed her neck, sending ripples of delight throughout her body.
They’d been out here for more than an hour. Time seemed to pass twice as fast when they were together.
He took her scarf off and put it by her side, going down to her chest. She could not wait to have him inside.
But he was patient. She’d learned that about him. He liked having her completely surrendered to him. To kiss her body, to bring her to the edge until she could no longer hold it anymore. Until she begged him to let her finish.
And his face. His green eyes. The intensity in his look. His hot skin, pressed against hers, his rock hard muscles. He looked like a superhero. She didn’t even think guys like him were… you know, really real.
As in, yeah they were real, of course, but they were all actors, or models, or gay.
But here she was, her hand going from his forearm to his biceps, then feeling the ridges on his chest, his abs, his lower back.
He softly bit her earlobe and neck again. She wrapped her legs around him.
“Can you feel me,” he asked, his voice full of intensity.
His cock. His giant freaking cock pressed on her sex, she could already feel her juices soaking up her underwear.
“Yes,” she moaned, her body answering him before she could.
Slowly, he buried his face between her breasts, holding them with his hands, pressing them against his cheeks.
“You’re mine,” he said, and he meant it.
She blushed. She didn’t know why, such words, spoken by anyone, anyone else would have bothered her. Offended her, even. But she couldn’t lie to him.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
Her juices flowed even harder now. He kissed her again, his tongue wrestling hers, the soft wetness of it bringing her closer and closer to madness.
She held him even tighter now, every wave of pleasure rippling through her body with more intensity.
He pressed his shaft against her, softly at first, but as soon as he did, a moan escaped her lips. He growled, ardently wanting her, and pressed it harder on her center.
She could feel her underwear getting soaked. My God, no one has ever made me feel like this.
Her whole body, caressed, kissed, stimulated. He grabbed her white, loose tank top and ripped it in half. She couldn’t help but tremble.
“Yes,” she uttered, without realizing.
He held her against the deck, his cock still grinding her core, sending waves of delight, each of them exploding in her body.
He was her master.
She opened her mouth, inviting him for another kiss, her shirt flapped in the night air. This bra she wore, he could undo it from the front. He did and suddenly her breasts were free.
The sound of the waves crashing against the yacht accompanied her moans.
He caressed her legs, making goose bumps break out all over her skin, the hair in the back of her neck bristling.
She moaned again, louder this time. She couldn’t control herself.
His finger on her slit, over the thin fabric of her leggings. It was too much. He grazed her button and moved away, to the inner side of her thighs. He was making her suffer.
“You belong to me.”
“Yes.”
She wanted to say it.
Then she said it again and again.
“You can do anything you want to me,” she confessed, “use me.”
He gritted his teeth, unable to resist the urge to just take her right there.
She was at his mercy, there was no turning back and they knew it.
He was as addicted to her as she was to him.
He pulled her leggings down. Baring her bottom. She wanted him to see her, she wanted him to get fucking hard just by looking at the black lace underwear she wore for him.
His eyes said it all. He was holding back as hard as he could. He caressed her waist and ass and thighs.
He lifted her in his arms in a swift move and lowered her on the edge of the yacht.
He moved his pants and her hands raced to feel his manhood, but he caught her first. He placed them on the rail behind her.
“You can’t move, honey.”
So she held tight. He moved closer to her, his cock grazing her body, her center dripping in need.
All she could breathe was his musky scent, his delicious, masculine cologne mixed with his lust and sweat. He slid his cock between her legs.
Not inside, no. He slid it between her folds, drenching it with her lust.
She bit his shoulder, the feeling of him going forward and back on her sex was too much. An electric ripple surged from her center. He was masturbating her with his shaft, using it as a sex toy, slick with her juices.
“Take me,” she said, “ple—”
“Say fuck me,” he ordered, “fuck me, master.”
She complied, she couldn’t do otherwise. The words came out of her mouth with a moan and they turned her on even harder.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, “fuck me, master.”
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, his cock still stimulating her, moving and pressing tight against her clit.
She had to hold back her yells. This man was a sex god. A beast. A wild animal.
He was everything she didn’t know she needed. He made her do things she never expected from herself. And it drove her wild. She was another person when she was with him. Still herself, but better, wilder, crazier, happier.
She moaned again, louder than ever. Pleasure rushing through her body.
He whirled her around and bent her over the rail, looking out into the glowing city.
“Don’t move,” he whispered and he stepped away.
She turned to but couldn’t see what he was doing.
He came back with something in his hands. My scarf.
“What are you—”
He grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back. Bent her again, slower this time, his hands on her hair until her torso touched the rail.
It was cold, he held her tight as she leaned almost out of the edge of the boat
Is he going to—
His cockhead grazed her entrance and she yelled in pleasure. She didn’t realize how much she needed him, how much her body wanted him.
“Say it again,” he ordered, his thickness less than half an inch inside, just enough to make her juices drip down her thighs.
“Fuck me,” she said… then, with the sky as her only witness, she yelled it, as loud as she could.
“Fuck me! Use me! Make me yours!”
He entered her slowly, she kept on yelling, both in pleasure and pain. She was no longer herself, she was a slave to these feelings. To this man.
His cock was thick and hard. And hot. Very hot. It drove her crazy. She wanted more. Much more.
“I love how fucking tight you are,” he whispered.
She was almost crying out of pleasure. She didn’t know she was into this.
His hand on her hair, her hands tied up, the way he talked, so differently than when they weren’t doing this; her body trembling at his touch.
He spanked her hard.
A flash of pain turned into pleasure. She yelled, but she wanted more.
He did it again, before she could ask. His cock was now compl
etely inside of her, sliding out, her core flooded with ecstasy.
Then he came back in, finding a rhythm. Her legs were almost too closed together, her leggings just barely below her ass. This was the kinkiest thing she’d ever done. And she loved it.
It was as if he was made for her. As if they were meant for each other.
“Yes! Yes—” she cried, intoxicated with passion.
She pushed back at him, fucking him harder and harder, the slapping sound of her ass on his waist was the last straw. Nothing mattered. Not in this moment.
“Fuck me!” She yelled as his sack slapped hard against her slit every time he was fully inside of her.
She felt his balls graze her again and again and in her sexual fury her whole body tensed for a second, trying to hold back her orgasm. An electric explosion surged inside like waves crashing against every nerve in her body, making her cry and bend and push harder against him to feel more of him inside.
He yelled. His cock hard as steel, it was here, he was ready to give her his seed but she didn’t’ want it inside this time. She pulled forward and turned around just in time to kneel before him and have every drop fall on her chin, and her breasts, and her thighs.
Her hands, still tied up, grabbed ahold of the rail as he bathed her in his cum, dripping down from everywhere in her body.
This is crazy. She thought. But it was real. She’d gone too far. She’d thrown away every last shred of restraint and acted on impulse.
Now, the warmth of his seed dripping down her body made her feel like it was true.
She was his slave.
Julie faced up to see him and found something in his eyes. He was vulnerable. Just like her.
They knew they crossed a line, and they wouldn’t be able to go back now.
Chapter 24
Julie
They held each other for more than an hour, enjoying the starry sky.
After a while, headed back home.
She got in the car, a smile adorning her face. Remy was the same. He put his hand on her leg and kissed her cheek.
“Tonight was amazing,” he said.
“Nice surprise, too.”
“I honestly didn’t think it was going to turn out this good.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Sure you didn’t.”
Remy laughed, “I promise. I mean this was beyond incredible. For me at least.”
“For me too.”
They kissed softly in the cabin of his car when another car screeched out of the parking lot and made her jump.
“What a jerk,” Remy said, “you okay?”
Her heart thudded in her chest. Was she okay?
She knew she shouldn’t worry, but, at the same time, she had to tell him about what happened earlier that day.
“Babe?” He asked, softly touching her chin, making her turn.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re pale.”
She pressed her lips and turned to him.
“Something happened at work.”
She told him everything: Trey screaming and threatening her. His insults… everything. And as she did, she noticed his expression, going from calm to red-hot fury.
He didn’t interrupt her or trampled over her words. He let her finish.
“I’m gonna kill him,” he said, looking straight into her eyes, his words calm and composed, but his hands tight on hers, that was his giveaway. She knew he wasn’t exaggerating.
“No, he won’t—”
“You really think he’s not gonna do it again? Look at you, look at what he’s done… you’re terrified.”
“Honey, please,” she said, holding back tears, “he’s not going to risk his position in the business for this. He’s done.”
“He needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Just let it go. Please. Do it for me.”
He clenched his jaw, he was a ticking bomb. If Remy saw Trey she was sure he would rip his head out.
“Please?”
“Promise me, if something like this happens again, you won’t try to stop me.”
She couldn’t promise that.
“I promise you we’ll deal with it appropriately.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means I don’t want you ruining your life because of a douchebag like Trey.”
“I won’t ruin—”
“You will. Don’t call attention to yourself. Our families hate each other. What do you think will happen?”
It took him a minute to respond, but he immediately knew the answer.
“War.”
“Is it worth it?”
“For you?”
Her gut tightened, shivers ran down her spine.
“I’d fucking kill the world if I had to.”
“No, Remy,” she said and had to kiss him to prevent her tears from going down her face, “don’t say that.”
Their kiss was long and full of love. She felt his heart, beating hard just like hers. She would kill anyone for her man, too.
“Let it go,” she said, and his face softened. They couldn’t throw away their love for each other for something like this. It wasn’t worth it.
“All right,” he said, his green eyes glinting in the dark, reflecting the silvery light of the moon.
Julie smiled for a second and her body tensed up again.
Is this it?
She was scared again. It was the first time she admitted to herself that she might love him.
It’s only a manner of speech.
She was sure it was only that.
Chapter 25
Remy
Four months later, everything was still going marvelously. Julie even joined him in a quick business trip to New York, and a few weeks after that, they went down to Austin, to a music festival.
No one had any clue about their relationship, except Mark and Nina, of course, but they minded their own businesses.
“Sorry hon,” she said over the phone, her nose sounding completely stuffed up, “there’s no way I can stay at your place tonight, I feel like crap.”
“Do you want me to bring you something?”
“It’s fine, I’ve already taken some Tylenol.”
“I could bring you chicken soup if you want—”
She laughed, “No, I don’t want you to get sick. Besides, my mom is coming over tonight, I’ll be fine.”
He didn’t reply. There was a brief silence.
“It’s been four months.”
“I know.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”
“So what do we do?”
He clicked his tongue. Not being free to tell anyone made him furious.
“Let’s just wait a bit longer, then we’ll see.”
“Wait for what? Let’s just leave.”
“You know they’ll find us. Anywhere we go.”
“So we stay like this forever?”
“We wait.”
Silence again.
“Business is booming,” she said, and that meant her family’s influence in the city was growing too. That was making it more difficult for him.
Pressure had been through the roof. His father berated him because he hadn’t come up with enough information to take the enemy out. Time was against him. It was just a matter of what, a month or two before they started trouble again?
“No, babe. We tell them and we deal with it, like grown ups. I don’t care if they want to kill me. I’m tired of hiding.”
“But Remy, I—”
“Do you love me?”
Butterflies in his stomach. He blurted out the question like a fucking idiot. They hadn’t said it out right, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Was this real? Or was he manipulating her into saying the words?
“I—”
“No,” he interrupted, “I’m sorry, don’t say it. I don’t want to pressure you into doing what I want. I want us to make this decision together.”
She didn’t answer.
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nbsp; “Besides, I want you to tell me face to face, this is too easy for you.”
“Too easy?”
“Yeah, you have to do it right, not like this. Come on Julie, who says it over the phone?”
“You’re the one who asked!”
“Also, texting it doesn’t count so don’t even think about it.”
She laughed.
“I’d never do that and—”
“I have to stop you before you do it, honey. Remember, I heart you, that doesn’t count either.”
“Remy you’re an ass!”
“And you love me for it—”
Shit, he blurted it out again. He really didn’t mean it this time. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She was speechless.
“Uhm… sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“Of course you didn’t you ass!”
He’d heard people say how women look beautiful when they’re angry, and he always thought how stupid that sounded. But with Julie… crap, he wasn’t even looking at her and he just wanted to hug her, to have her in his arms.
“I’m going to hang up now, okay, Mister Dumbass?”
“That’s like, the lamest insult I’ve heard.”
“I know. But you love me anyway, so chill out.”
He trembled when she said it. She got him good.
“You’ll have to enjoy the evening without me.”
“Oh, darling,” he replied in the most dramatic tone he could fake, “I wish evenings without you could be enjoyed—”
“You’re a dork,” she said with a laugh, then coughed two times.
“That sounds serious.”
“The doctor said its nothing, just a cold.”
“All right.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Call some friends, go to town, get drunk, you know, the usual.”
“Remy…”
“Just kidding, dear. I don’t know, it’s drizzling, so probably just call Mark and stay at home, watching the Bulls game.”
“Excellent, talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure.”
And with that, they hung up. Every hair in his body was still bristling, in the rush of the conversation, they almost said they loved each other.
“No,” he uttered out loud, opening his texting app, “it’s not happening over the phone. No fucking way.”