Pleasure Bay (10 page)

A groan left his throat as his tongue slipped between her lips. It was like heaven when her essence met his mouth. A low moan came from her as he stroked her clit. Damn, she was sweet with a hint of something spicy, like ambrosia and cinnamon. He delved further, licking along her creases to gather more of her silky wetness and then encircled her clit, flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue. He felt it throb as he pulled it between his lips.

“That’s enough,” she breathed, forcing his head away.

“No,” he cried before he could stop himself. “Please,” he begged. His balls were so heavy they ached as he watched her turn and sit on the bench. She opened her thighs wide, exposing her glistening pussy and swollen clit.

“Lord have mercy,” he mumbled, as she splayed open her lips and started to tease herself with her fingers. The sight of those red nails sliding through her wetness made him groan in agony. He was so tempted to grab his cock when he watched her dip a finger deep into her core and slowly pull it out, glistening with her juices. She held it out to him and he took it into his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored the taste of her sweet nectar.

“It’s time to get down to business, baby.” She slid back onto the bench, bringing her feet up, placing them on the corners.

The sight of those long, shiny black boots covering all but the tops of her spread thighs, and her widespread pussy there for him to feast upon nearly made him lose his resolve, right there. When he looked up, he saw her hands clasped around the posts of the bed. She smiled at him as she raised her hips from the bench, putting her pussy almost eye level with him, and began to rotate her hips provocatively.

“Make me come,” she ordered. “Tongue only.” She spread her legs open further as he moved forward. “If you’re a good boy, and don’t come, I might let you fuck me.” He didn’t know how he was going to keep from exploding when she did. Not with her writhing body and pumping hips just under his nose.

“Thank you, mistress.” His eager tongue was back against her soft folds and he, like a man possessed, made his invasive assault as she thrust her hips up to meet him. A sexy moan filled the room as he claimed her clit, possessively following her movements if she tried to pull her hips back and draw away from him. Disobeying her order, he dared to lightly close his teeth around her throbbing bud.

Her breath hitched, and a groan caught in her throat. “Harder!” she breathed, forgiving his lapse.

An unexpected growl came from his throat as he tightened his hold on her pulsating nerves, and flicked fervently with his tongue. Her feverish moans and whimpers started to build. Suddenly her undulating hips froze as a cry of ecstasy filled his ears followed by the liquid heat of her orgasm as her body shook with pleasure.

“Hell yes,” he murmured as the sweet cream of her release melted on his tongue.

“Shane,” she rasped, letting her hips sink to the bench, while she continued to pant and catch her breath. He looked up to see that her soft black shoulder-length hair had come loose, giving it a tousled sexy appearance. “I need you inside me.” Reaching behind her on the bed somewhere, she brought back a strip of condoms, holding them out to him. “Hurry, baby, my pussy’s aching for that big cock.”

As he was putting on the rubber, he noticed her fingers playing in her wetness, circling her clit, and then sinking a finger inside. Just as he finished rolling it back, and had slipped off his jeans, she took hold of the bedposts again, repositioning her feet as she lifted herself.

“Don’t be gentle,” she said, as he stood and moved between her thighs.

He positioned himself at her entrance, and placed a hand on her hip. Looking into her eyes, he pushed forward. He watched as her head fell back and her hair swept her shoulders. Her sweet pussy clenched around him as he fed himself into her heat. Unbidden, a hoarse cry escaped his lips.

“More,” she breathed, pushing herself onto him. He drew back, watching as his cock rode into her again. Soon he had worked into a slow, steady rhythm.

She lifted her head. “Hard, baby… take me hard!” She emphasized her words by thrusting herself onto him.

He had never been rough with a woman before; he didn’t really understand what she meant by ‘don’t be gentle.’ She must have noticed the look of confusion on his face because she soon demonstrated how hard she wanted it by thrusting herself onto him, driving it hard and deep.

“Move with me, Shane, I won’t break.”

He looked at her face as he increased the strength of his thrusts. Her muscles flexed under the grip of his fingers as he fought to keep up with her increasing speed and intensity. She was bucking against him so forcefully it felt like she was the one fucking him.

“Look at me,” she panted. “Give in to it, Shane.” Her eyes were dark with determination as she continued to drive herself against him. The hair around her face was damp and a light sheen of sweat covered her chest and the upper swells of her breasts. “Let your animal out, baby.”

“As you wish,” he growled, sliding his hands up her lithe body and under her back. “Let go of the posts,” he demanded. The moment her hands loosed their grip, he lifted her, and her legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He moved to the wall nearest the bed and slammed her against it. Concerned that he was being too rough, he searched her face. Her quickly indrawn breath assured him she liked it. Pulling her arms from around his neck, he pinned them to the wall next to her head and thrust up into her hard.

“Yes,” she hissed next to his ear as he repeated the action. “Harder, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Dear god, what those words did to him. He thought for sure with the force he was using he’d tear her apart, but her lusty moans and cries said otherwise. They spurred him on and he succumbed to his urge to impale her roughly. His deep grunts mixed with her sexy cries brought his climax on faster. He wanted to last longer, but he couldn’t stop. He pushed into her harder as he felt her legs tighten around him.

Fighting against his hold on her wrists, she cried out, “I’m coming,” just as her body spasmed around him.

“God, yes!” he growled, holding himself deep as her pussy convulsed. He erupted violently inside her, coming hard as she rode out her orgasm. When he could breathe again, he released her wrists and held her around the waist. Looking into her glassy eyes, both of them panting, gasping for breath as he carried her to the bed.

“That was incredible,” she said, as he laid her down and climbed in beside her, propping himself up on an elbow.

“Katie, that was absolutely amazing, but nothing like I expected.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“Good god, no! I’ve never… I mean…”

“It’s okay. I understand what you’re trying to say. It was your first time letting your inner animal out.”

“That and… Well, I’m not sure how or why I ended up being the one in control.”

“So you
are
disappointed.” Her voice held a hint of worry as did her beautiful blue eyes.

He reached up and moved a lock of hair from the side of her face, then brushed the back of his hand down her flushed cheek. “Really. I’m not. In fact, I’ve fantasied about what we just did, the control swapping. I just wasn’t sure how it was supposed to work, or if it would be allowed.”

“I’m not just a domme. I like to switch, and sometimes the spontaneous role reversal is hot, like it was just now. Didn’t you mark switch on your application?”

“Yes, because I didn’t know what box to check. I can’t call myself a dom or a sub, so I checked ‘switch’ and added the question mark because I didn’t really understand it. Remember me telling you on the walk that I have zero experience with any of this?”

“Yes, but I thought you meant you didn’t have any experience submitting to a woman. Shane, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, although I’ve never been that rough before.” He watched her cheeks flush and he raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I’m a fitness trainer. I guess I like to play as hard as I work.”

“Well, that explains the erotic balancing act you did while I was going down on you. You got some moves, girl.”

“What do you say you help me out of these boots and we go check out the whirlpool tub in the bathroom? I’ll show you a few more of my sexy moves.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed agreeably as their lips met. She kissed with the heat of a roaring fire, her fingers boldly exploring his body, their tongues entwining in a feverish dance. He pulled from her mouth, his cock once again as hard as a rock. He unzipped one boot while she did the other.

“Get the condoms. I’ll meet you in the bathroom,” she said, scrambling from the bed.

Chapter Five

Vance watched carefully through the binoculars as Jennifer Reed walked past her assigned bungalow. Her short wispy wrap hugged her shapely hips, swaying softly, just below her cheeks. Adam Dorant was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

The lush auburn beauty stopped for a moment to slip off her sandals. Vance was glad he watched her from a good distance because when she bent over to pick them up, he couldn’t stop the quiet hum of appreciation that left his lips. The close-up view through the binoculars made it look as though she had purposely done that just for him. He shouldn’t have, but he zoomed in on her gorgeous round ass, her scrap of a bikini bottom hiding very little. Just as he started to move the binoculars down her thighs, she stood up and continued walking.

She was supposed to go straight to her bungalow where Adam was secretly waiting for her. Damn! Vance wondered if she was afraid to follow through with her fantasy, or if she was trying to make it more spontaneous by veering from the plan. His eyes followed her as she walked a ways farther and cut up the path that led to the island’s sixteen-foot waterfall.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Adam to inform him of the change in plans.

“What’s wrong? I thought she’d be here by now,” Adam answered.

“She just headed up the path to the waterfall. I don’t know if she suddenly got cold feet or if she’s doing this deliberately to keep you waiting and spice up the game.”

A brief pause, then he heard Adam chuckle. “I have an idea how to find out. Reposition yourself on the north side of the waterfall. I’m going to surprise her there, instead. If she safewords, we’ll know she backed out.”

“It’ll take me about fifteen minutes to get there using the north trail. What’s your plan?”

“You’ll see. Send me a text when you get there.”

* * *

If Adam had understood correctly from his meeting with Dimitri and Mariah, this girl was playing with him. His bet was that she was taking her time showing up simply because she wanted more of a thrill. She had been so adamant on her application about wanting her fantasy to feel as real as possible.

Adam smiled as he fired off a text to Dimitri. This little sub didn’t know who she was dealing with. Slipping his cell phone into one of the pockets of his cargo shorts, he grabbed his shirt, left the bungalow, and enthusiastically headed off to the waterfall to catch himself a saucy minx.

Having been to Pleasure Bay several times, Adam knew the island, whereas Jennifer did not, giving him the perfect advantage. As he snaked his way through the brush and trees, he fastened a few of the buttons on his shirt to keep it from billowing behind him. He’d selected a dark color on purpose. The plan was to conceal his presence, not flaunt it like a flapping flag. He made sure to keep himself far enough from the trail not to be seen, but close enough so that he could see anyone who might be walking along it.

Crouching behind a shaggy shrub, Adam saw the rich, lustrous curtain of red hair shrouding her face. It looked like spun fire the way the light was hitting it. She was bent over, smelling the flowers along the path. His eyes drifted over her tanned bare shoulders, down the curve of her supple back and over the swell of her delightful ass. As she righted herself, he could see the swell of one barely contained breast. It wasn’t that the swimsuit top didn’t fit her, quite the contrary—she filled it out superbly.

Plucking one of the flowers, she threaded it into her hair before she continued along the path. Her long, well-toned legs moved gracefully as she took her time, pausing at times to admire the trees and flowers. She was obviously dawdling, making it easy for her would-be abductor. Adam chuckled, letting her get a good distance ahead before making any move to follow. He had to make sure he didn’t blow his cover until he meant to.

She was just reaching the falls when his cell phone vibrated. It was from Vance, who was now in position; perfect timing. He fired back a quick text saying he could see her as well and would make his move soon.

Edging closer to the falls, he spotted a large group of tall ferns that would make excellent cover while he observed his mischievous quarry and decided the best way to proceed. When he saw her slip the colorful material from her hips, he knew exactly what the naughty sub was up to. Clearly, she’d seen the posted ‘No Swimming’ sign. He chuckled with wry amusement, as he watched her cheekily drape the material of her wrap right over it.

Adam had to bite his lip when she untied the top that covered her firm, plump breasts. They were gorgeous and just as tan as the rest of her. She looked around cautiously and Adam ducked lower into the ferns about thirty feet away. Peeking through the foliage, he watched as she guided the tiny strings of her swimsuit bottoms over her lithe hips. That well-rounded bottom of hers was going to feel heavenly in his hands later. He stopped breathing for a moment as she bent to step out of her bottoms, revealing the smooth, silky lips of her pussy. Why she hadn’t kept her swimsuit on was beyond him, but he wasn’t about to argue after the sneak peek she’d just given him before slipping into the water.

She swam over to the rushing water where it spilled over the large rocks above and stood under it with her back to him. He could only imagine what her nipples looked like as she raised her arms and let the water cascade over her beautiful body. Stealthily making his way closer, he passed her discarded clothes. With a sneaky grin, he took them, slipping the sparse fabric into a pocket in his shorts. He stood casually, with his arms resting on top of the ‘No Swimming’ sign while he enjoyed the show, waiting for her to turn around and take notice.