Protecting Maya

by Nicole Casey

  “I just never met the right guy,” I answered in a slow and melancholic tone. I looked at him, hoping he would say something to erase the solitude in my statement. I only set myself up for disappointment.

  “Let’s hope you meet that guy,” was all he said instead of trying to cheer me up. Somehow, I was kind of disappointed that he didn’t say he would be the guy to change my fortunes.

  His follow-up instantly, however, shifted things back to the right mood.

  “We’re out alone in international waters, just like pirates, ” he said. “And the best thing for a pirate to do is to take a woman and fuck her to own her.”

  I giggled and inched my way closer. I sat down on his lap and instantly felt the hardness of his cock, “Oh! My, my captain, you’re ready to set sail in a different kind of sea.”

  He grabbed me by the waist and gave my ass a loud smack, “Come here you naughty little vixen. Daddy wants to pound his way into you. Have you been naughty again and writing little fantasies in your notebook?”

  I nodded and stuck out my tongue at him, “Of course I have daddy. I daydream of you taking me all day and all night long.”

  “I am so going to fuck you like a slut today,” he whispered and those were the last things I heard before he ripped my clothes off and whipped out his cock out of his shorts.

  Naked and fully exposed on the main deck I quickly tried to cover myself but he only laughed at me and pulled me in closer to his chest.

  “No one’s here baby,” he reminded me. “One of your fantasies was to fuck in a public place. I guess that International waters do count as a public place, right? Plus you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing you. So come on here and give my cock a good kiss.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. I knelt down on the deck and licked the entire length of his cock with my tongue. I licked it again and then again. Soon enough I was bobbing my head up and down the length of its shaft as I tried to fit the whole thing into my little mouth. Of course, it didn’t really fit without me stretching my lips wide open but once I succeeded he rewarded me by shoving his meat in even deeper than he ever had before.

  I slobbered like a hungry slut over his dick as he thrust it in and out. He fucked my throat so hard and I welcomed it like a little bitch. I had never imagined myself having some wild oral sex on a yacht! I drooled and moaned as I let him plow his cock in down the back of my mouth and to my throat.

  Yet right before he was about to blow his cum into me, he pulled out and flipped our positions. Now I was the one lying down and he quickly got on top to spread my legs and raised them high above his shoulders – well, as high as my legs could go. Then, he slowly guided his cock into my pussy. In this position, my walls were a lot tighter and it felt like I was being burrowed by a demon when he kept on thrusting his cock with such passion.

  All I could do was squeeze my own tits as the river of pleasure soon washed over me. I didn’t even realize it but my pussy was overflowing with my own white juices. My cum was spilling out of the sides as his cock continued to drive its way in and out of me. I could only hang my head back and moan in pure pleasure.

  We hugged and kissed and had a great time for the rest of the day. I truly enjoyed every moment I shared with this man.

  However, even as I lost myself in the moment of our passionate intimacy, I could not help but recall his unwillingness to share more about his family and his past. I mean, sex was great, but I needed more. I just wanted to know more about him. Just how dark could his secrets be for him to hide them from me? Was I just another girl for him to fuck and then toss aside when someone new came along? Was I not important to him?

  I thought it would only be this way in the beginning. For the first few dates, I tried to carefully weave our conversations so I could prod him about his past.

  I didn’t care what it would be about as long as I’d get him to talk about anything – his past relationships, his family, his career. Yet he always managed to steer things away from him and back to me.

  The only times I felt like we were truly connected were when we were having sex. During those times, I felt like we really had something tying us together. He made my fantasies come true, even the most taboo ideas I had in my notebook, and for a long while I felt like we were really chained together as a couple in some way.

  By the third month we were dating, I realized I was genuinely falling in love with him.

  At the same time, I feared I was the only one in love. I was walking into a one-sided relationship but damn I was so addicted to him I didn’t know how to stop.

  There was no stopping it. I was constantly doing everything I could just to spend more time with him and it was affecting my work with my dad.

  Dylan didn’t seem to be too disturbed and he managed to continue on dealing with other clients as if I didn’t even exist.

  In fact, it was becoming more of a routine than anything else. Every other night I would sneak out and drive back to his place. I’d do it even if all I would get was fifteen minutes of the wildest sex I could ever dream of.

  Maybe, deep inside, I didn’t want this to stop.

  7

  Dylan

  It was a Sunday morning when Cherry awoke. She was spending more nights here in my manor than she did at her own place. It was a marvel her father still didn’t catch on to our little fling. After our deal was done, I never got to speak with Joel again except for the one meeting where we both talked with Trevor Wild. It was purely business and he never suspected I was going out with his daughter.

  Well, the transaction did have one last document left to be signed and it was in regards to their financial responsibilities.

  The property they bought was expensive and they did agree to pay it over the course of ten years. The last document I needed them to sign, which required both Cherry and Joel’s signatures, was one confirming I could always take back the property if they failed to pay their premiums over a period of time.

  This particular morning I didn’t want to worry about business, though. For the first time in a long time, I had the chance to appreciate her more. She was sound asleep here on my bed and was a beauty to behold.

  It still amazed me how I managed to get this beautiful vixen into my life. I could bring her here anytime I felt alone or horny and she’d always heed the call.

  I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and prepared us breakfast. I didn’t have servants in the manor – I lived a frugal life despite being as rich as I was – so all the chores and responsibilities were mine to finish. By the time she was awake, I had cooked our meal, taken a nice hot shower and dressed up for work.

  Cherry was a sight to behold. Even though she just woke up, she looked like she was ready for another wild round of sex. She didn’t even bother putting on clothes, simply tossing her blanket on top of her as she pranced into the dining room.

  “Hey there,” she greeted me with a kiss and a hug. She buried her face in my chest and asked, “What time is it?”

  “Nine o’clock,” I answered. “I made pancakes, bacon, and eggs. There’s orange juice and coffee too.”

  I sat down and pulled her to the table. She sat down right beside me and picked up a strip of bacon with her hand and munched down. It was so cute to see her so groggy this morning.

  “What do we have planned for today?” she asked me as she mindlessly continued to devour her breakfast. She dug into her meal like a starving animal.

  “You are going back to your father today,” I told her. “I have some guests coming and I don’t want to be disturbed.”

  She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “You mean you don’t want me around? Do I disturb you from work?”

  “I didn’t say that,” I replied as I chugged down a glass of juice and then took a bite of pancakes.

  Cherry wasn’t listening though and continued on, “No, did you just say I disturb you? Why wouldn’t you want me around with your guests?”

  I put down my spoon and fork and looked
at her like she was a child begging for attention. In some ways, she was. She was only twenty and every time we were together she was like this – begging for me to give her the time of day.

  “No, I do want you with my other guests,” I tried to explain to her. “I just don’t want you around these guests. They’re very particular about the company I keep around me.”

  She scoffed at me, “So? You don’t think they’d think highly of me? Are you afraid they’ll misjudge you because I’m not a freaking supermodel for Victoria’s Secret or because I’m not another billionaire like your friends? Just who the fuck are these guests anyway? Why the hell do they get to sit up on their throne and judge?”

  I raised an eyebrow and answered without looking at her, “My mother and my sister. That’s who the fuck they are.”

  I thought I was being authoritative enough to shut her up but she only prattled on, even angrier than before.

  “So you don’t want me to meet your family?” she was getting uncontrollable. I could see how her hand was shaking in anger. I did my best to remain calm and not look at her in the eye.

  “You know what? You never talk about your family or your past. I know nothing about you.”

  “Of course you don’t,” I reminded her flatly. “I never talk about those things because I don’t want to. They’re inconsequential to who I am now and what I do this very moment.”

  She slammed a fist on the table and to be honest I was feeling a little anxious to get away from her.

  “No!” she screamed at me. Now she was wide-awake for sure. “I can’t go on like this, Dylan. I need you to open up to me. I need you to trust me!”

  “Why would I?” I was starting to get annoyed.

  Cherry looked at me with a baffled expression on her face. It was like I said the dumbest thing in the world to her and that was annoying the shit out of me.

  She then said with hands raised, “Dylan, you know you can trust me. You have to trust me because I freaking love you.”

  Those were the words I never wanted to hear. I never wanted her to utter them because I knew I could never say them back.

  “Don’t say that,” I stuttered as I struggled with the words. Even when I knew I had to be cold and ruthless I found it hard because it was her. “Please don’t ever say that.”

  “I know you have feelings for me, too. Why won’t you just say you love me?” she asked as tears began flowing down her cheeks. “I know you do!”

  I shook my head as I denied the emotions swirling in my chest, “No, I don’t! We have nothing in common. You don’t even know who I am.”

  “I don’t know anything about you because you won’t let me in!” she shouted back. “You always divert the topic when it cycles towards you or your past. You avoid talking about you like the plague.”

  With a heavy heart I shook my head and slammed a fist on the table hoping it would shut her up, “Look, Cherry, you’re here because I’m lonely. I like you as a companion and nothing more. I don’t love you. I just want a companion and someone to fuck. You’re my sex partner, my fuck-buddy, but nothing more than that. Let that sink into your head.”

  She shook her head and violently refuted what I said, “No, no, that can’t be true! I won’t let it be true! I love you, damn it.”

  “You’re being a fool,” I told her as I stared straight into her eyes. “We met over business talks and I fucked you again and again simply because I knew you love it. I found your diary and I took advantage of the situation. That’s all.”

  “Ugh, you fucking disgust me!” she snapped back and I saw for a moment she was going to slap my face. She only stopped because she saw me get up and walk towards the door. “Don’t you dare leave me here, Mr. Bernard! We’re not done talking.”

  “I’m done,” I pointed out. “Look, the final document you need to sign is in the bedroom. Sign it and then just get the fuck out of here.”

  I walked out of the dining room and stormed my way into my private office in the third floor of the manor.

  I didn’t even care to look back. I didn’t want to see her sobbing and crying – it would just tear me apart and make me take back all the stupid shit I just told her.

  I buried myself in my work to get myself busy. I just shut myself in the office and didn’t care anymore if she was still in the manor or not. She could leave or stay for all I cared. I felt a mix of disappointment, anger, a bit of sadness, and regret in my mind. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want to think about it now.

  I pushed her away. What was done was done. But deep inside even I had to admit that I did feel something different for her. I was not sure if I could call it love but I truly, madly, deeply adore her.

  Now because of my stupid ego, she was gone, maybe for good.

  8

  Cherry

  Hours turned into days and days into weeks. Before I knew it I was living a life without Dylan Bernard in it. Things suddenly shifted as I tore myself away from him after his rejection.

  The pain from that day was too great for me to bear. I couldn’t even stay in the same city anymore. I couldn’t visit Mercury Wild because I knew that we had mutual friends there. I couldn’t go to the mall, the movie theater or the park because of the memories we shared there.

  By the second week after I last saw him I told my father I was going home, back to the countryside down south. My mother was from there but she died a long time ago. Only the caretaker was there every other day.

  Maybe it was time to just go back to my roots, take up my Master’s Degree in the community college and start teaching or write a book. I needed to get away from the city life and the bustling mess that Dylan put me through.

  “Will you be okay there?” my father asked when I told him I planned to head home.

  I nodded back at him and answered, “I’ll be better there than I am here.”

  My father may not know the reason why I was slumping into depression but he was wise enough to understand when I needed some space. He let me go and took his favorite secretary, Mr. Riordan, to take my place.

  Dad did let me know that I could always come back and work with him again but as far as I was concerned, I was done. I would never want to come back here.

  So I left. I went home and got back into my community college to take evening classes. Maybe I could get my M.A. degree if I studied for two years straight. If I had to take things slowly I could still get my degree in three years and have time to run my own business. Maybe I could do my own thing without my father’s web of connections.

  Yet even as far as I was from the big city, my mind was plagued with images of Dylan. Everywhere I went I thought of him. Everytime I sat down at the old café near the farm I imagined sipping coffee with him. His ghost lingered around me and I couldn’t get rid of it.

  So I did what any girl in my position would do.

  I went to a bar and hoped I could flirt my way out of my sorrows. Only some random man could help me forget about him now.

  This down south there weren’t that many places to go but on a Friday night, I did manage to stumble on a place called The Howling Barn. The name alone made me think of wild drunk cowboys and slutty-looking waitresses wearing Daisy Dukes shorts and pigtails.

  When I stepped inside, I was surprised to find it was a lot better than what I had expected. Instead of a dirty old bar, I found it pretty decent with a few pool tables, some dart-boards and a live band playing some hard-rocking country music. With dim lights and the smell of beer in the air I kind of felt at home right here.

  I walked over to the bartender and hollered at him with a little wink. The guy came strolling over with a big smile. I smiled back and asked, “What can a girl get to drink around here?”

  “You new here?” he asked. “I reckon you’re a city gal, ain’t ya? Well, I got something here just right for you: draft beer made by the Colburn boys down by the river. It’s a little strong but I bet you can take it.”

  I smiled and handed him my card, “Let’s see w
hat you’ve got. Hit me with a nice chilled glass.”

  “Coming right at you,” he told me as he moved to get me my drink. As he did a man moved in to stand by my side.

  The newcomer was pretty tall, maybe a good six-foot-one or so, and wore tight blue jeans and a red flannel shirt. He even had a big cowboy hat to complete the look. He was pretty lean-looking and had this dirty, ragged beard on his face. When I looked up to meet his gaze I saw he had a pair of light blue eyes, as pretty as a sky on a sunny day.

  He was actually pretty handsome. Maybe a little younger than Dylan but he still had some grit to him.

  “Well howdy,” he greeted in such a cowboy manner it was so cliché it made me giggle. “What’s a fine gal like you doin’ in a dump like this?”

  I smiled and answered, “Looking for something new to try. I just moved back here.”

  “So you’re from here?”

  “Well, originally,” I replied just as the bartender came back with my drink. I took it and took a sip. It was really good but also really strong. “Wow, that’s good. Mmm, I haven’t been here in like seven years or so though.”

  The man gulped down his own drink and said, “I’ve been here and there myself, working as a truck driver and musician, you know? There’s no place like home though and look at my luck: I decided to stay here for good after spending two years on the road and here you come by like it was destiny.”

  “What makes you say that?” I asked in a low, sultry voice.

  “How can a guy like me resist a beauty like you?” he was toying with me and to be honest, I enjoyed it. At least I could feel that I was important to someone.

  I stepped in closer and began to naughtily trace my finger on his chest, hoping he’d bite the bait, “Do you like tight little petite girls?”

  He leaned in and gave my ear a soft nibble, one that sent chills down my spine and made me coo and whisper a ghost of a moan. He then whispered, “Of course I do, baby. Little girls like you are so tight I might just spill my load with my first thrust into you.”