Pleasure Bay (21 page)

He put more pressure on her clit, working his finger over it quickly, and her pussy clenched tightly in reciprocation. He felt the plug in her ass as he pushed deeper and a low groan rumbled from his chest. The breathy panting and sexy sounds she was making confirmed she was climbing toward orgasm. She moaned loudly, closing her eyes. “Fuck me,” she begged.

He pulled back just enough that he could rub her g-spot with the head of his cock and doubled the pace of his finger on her tight bundle of nerves. Her body tensed and she held her breath. Feeling her g-spot start to swell and her muscles squeezing around him, he knew she was close. Unwilling to prolong their torture any longer, he picked up the adjoined cords from her abdomen.

“Adam, I’m—”

“Do it, princess. Come for me,” he growled, tightening the tension. He needed to be ready the moment she gave way.

“Ahh… ahh,” she cried, her head jerking from side to side.

The moment her tight pussy started to convulse, he unzipped the clothespins from her body. “
Ahhhh
…
f-u-c-k!
” she screamed. Her top half jolted upright and her legs clamped around his waist like a vise.

She shuddered in his arms while her rising cries of passion echoed in his ears like a symphony. Bringing a hand down under her ass, he impaled her hard, burying himself in her orgasm as she flooded his cock. Nothing could top the way her body felt wrapped around him, quaking and clinging to him for dear life, unable to control her body if she tried.

“
Adam!
” she screamed, digging her nails into his back. “I’m… still…”

“Ride it out, baby.” Pumping into her hard, he grabbed her hair so he could pull her head back and look at her face. Her sweat-soaked body was practically vibrating against him and he wasn’t going to last much longer. She struggled against him, panting, whispering something he couldn’t make out. The sensations were beginning to overwhelm her, but he wanted to make her peak one more time. Giving her everything he had, he pulled her close, taking her earlobe between his teeth.

“Adam… ahh… I’m… coming again.”

“That’s my girl,” he encouraged, his control waning rapidly. He was right there with her when she screamed again, calling his name out. He bit down on her neck, a low rumble coming from his throat as his orgasm gripped him. Her spasming pussy was milking him for everything he had as he emptied himself inside her, listening to her gasps and pants of exhaustion.

Adam held her close, kissing her neck softly, rocking them back and forth while the aftershocks of her intense release racked her body, causing little tremors, involuntary quakes and shudders.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered.

“Mmm.” Her voice was weak.

He cradled her head and then pulled back to look at her face. Her makeup was a serious mess, half the hair in her ponytail had come loose, and her half-lidded eyes were dilated and glassy.

“Mmm, isn’t an answer. I need to know you’re okay,” he said softly, planting a light kiss on her lips.

“I’m cold,” she whispered. “And shaky,” she said a little louder. “And that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“It tops my list too, princess.” He gave her a tender smile, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m going to get us some water and then take you upstairs to the balcony. I hear it has a sky chair. It’s like a hammock, but it’s a chair. Vance told me it’s awesome.” He laid her back while he spoke and then went first to the bathroom for a washcloth and then to the kitchen for the water.

When he came back, she was nearly sleeping. She cooed softly while he cleaned up her face. To anyone else she would look a frightful mess right now, but to him she was the most beautiful girl in the world. He eyed her discarded sarong on the floor and moved to get it.

Helping her sit forward, he wrapped it around her shoulders and then handed her a bottle of water. Adam put his shorts on and picked her up from the table. He carried her upstairs where he cuddled and rocked her in the hammock-like chair until she was fast asleep in his arms.

He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent while he tightened his arms around her. He hadn’t been this taken or intrigued by a girl in all his life. She had spunk, wit, and a cute kitten-like charm. He hoped to God she would see more of him beyond Pleasure Bay. She had dropped hints about her past relationships and said she wasn’t really looking for anything long term, but he wasn’t so sure about that. From what he could tell, she was just scared and guarding her heart.

When she woke, he would take her to a nice private dinner and talk. He planned to convince her to sail back to Kingston on his yacht tomorrow afternoon, instead of flying. If he had more time with her, maybe he could help rid her of some of those fears and show her it was okay to trust him with more than just her body.

Chapter Twelve

“This is freaking awesome,” Shane said excitedly next to Katie’s ear as she barreled down the coast on the jet ski.

“You want to drive and see how you like it?” she called, turning her head so he could hear her.

“Hell, yeah.”

Katie slowed down and pulled up closer to shore so she could show him the controls and then switch places. Once he was able to demonstrate he knew and understood, she hopped on the back, wrapping her hands around his big muscular chest. “Go back to the boathouse,” she said. “Easy on the throttle until you get a feel for it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, giving it some gas. The machine lurched forward and they were off.

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes and Shane had the machine pegged as fast as it could go. It didn’t take him long to learn how to hit the waves so they could enjoy the thrill of the ride. She was almost tempted to tell him to slow down when he veered out wide and then pulled back the other way without jarring the ski.

“You sure you’ve never been on one of these before?” she asked loudly next to his ear.

“Never,” he answered. “Not much different than a sport bike.”

“What do you ride?”

“Ninja Z1000, baby. Red. Like those pretty nails of yours.”

“You’re doing great, but slow down. The boathouse is just up ahead.”

Shane pulled up next to the dock and Katie told him to take the other machine.

“Just let me ride this one, babe. I’ve already got a feel for her,” he said, not budging from the machine.

“Her?” Katie asked curiously.

Shane chuckled for a moment. “Sorry. I have a habit of referring to my ride as a female. I named my baby ‘Mandy.’”

Katie snickered, glad that they were still sitting on the jet ski so he couldn’t see her. “And when you ride ‘Mandy’ are you the one in charge?”

“Hell, yeah! Even have the speeding tickets…” he began, turning so he could see her. When he did, he stiffened. “Hey! You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not making fun of you, darlin’.” She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his jaw. “More like making an observation and enjoying your reactions.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He craned his neck trying to see her eyes better.

“I’ll tell you after we take a buzz around the island. It’s getting hot just sitting here in the sun. Go get on Elizabeth over there so we can ride and have some fun,” she teased, giving him a little shove.

He took the hint and stood on the dock. “I don’t name the ones that aren’t mine. I just call em’ girl.”

Katie couldn’t control herself and started giggling, which made Shane blush instantly and turn from her. “Shane,” she said, trying to regain her composure. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Honestly! Turn around and look at me, please.” He didn’t respond, so she stepped onto the dock next to him. “Sweetie, the reason I thought it was funny was because I was making a BDSM reference to the passion you have for your bike or rather everything you drive or ride.”

“Explain.” He turned toward her.

“You enjoy referring to vehicles as feminine. Not uncommon for dominant men. I wasn’t laughing at you. Just noticing things you haven’t fully realized yet. You came here to experience submission, but you enjoy being dominant just as much.”

“So because I call my ride a girl, it’s symbolic of me enjoying dominating a woman?”

“It’s the reference and the passion you have about the ride.” She stood in front of him and wrapped her hands around his face. Speaking softly, she added, “You enjoy the thrill, and power of controlling the machine, while pushing it to its limits. Isn’t that much of what you felt this weekend with me? Especially when you took the lead and turned the tables? It seems to me, you’re a natural.”

Shane put his hands around her wrists, pulling her hands from his face and then leaned down, giving her a kiss that was as hot as the midday sun. “I’m a newbie. I know that. But if you laugh at me again, I’m going to unleash my dom side on you so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

“Mmmm. I’m counting on it, big guy. Now, what do you say we have some fun on these jet skis before we melt. There’s a private area on the other side of the island I want to show you.”

“Okay, but I still don’t understand why I can’t just ride that machine,” he said, gesturing to the jet ski.

“Because of this.” Katie pulled what looked like a key fob from the pocket of her life vest. “It’s a remote kill switch. Vance insisted. Pleasure Bay is big on safety.”

Shane chuckled softly as he mounted his machine. “So much for challenging you to a race around the island. You’ll cheat and cut my engine.”

She giggled as she got on her jet ski and started it. “No racing today, big guy. For privacy reasons and respect to other guests, certain areas are off limits.”

“Follow the leader it is then, my sexy teacher.”

With that, Katie pulled in front of him telling him to stay close as she led him out into the bay. She smiled, watching him in her mirror as he came up alongside of her.

“I love this thing,” he called over to her.

“I knew you’d like her,” she called back, grinning and then sped up as they banked to the south side of the island.

Once the new construction site came into view, she veered closer to the shoreline. Making sure he was following, she slowed down, pulling her ski up onto the white sandy beach area with Shane quick to follow.

“What’s all this?” he asked, stepping from his machine as he took his bulky life vest off. “It looks like they’re expanding.”

“They are,” she answered, hanging her vest on the jet ski. “It’s also the most secluded part of the island. Well, at least for now. Until they get the new cottages built. Let’s have a look around, shall we?” She offered him her hand, taking a moment to admire the beaded water droplets that clung to his broad sexy chest. He seemed to be admiring her the same way as he put his large hand around hers and they began walking.

“How come there’s no scaffolding or any tools lying about?” he asked as they approached an unfinished structure. “It looks like the crew just up and left the job undone.”

“I think Dimitri had some issues with the contractors.”

“I can see why. Look at how cheap these materials are.” He pointed to a pile of trusses next to the half-constructed cabin. “And this,” he said, stepping inside the open shell to examine the material intended for the walls. “Particle board? You have to be kidding me. This was obviously not the same contractor who constructed the Sandalwood Bramble.” Katie watched him run his hands over the beams and studs intended for the walls. “None of this stuff is even treated. It needs a C4-resin at the very least. In fact, they shouldn’t even be considering using these materials. Bamboo, treated with tannin would be best, helps repel destructive pests too.”

“You’re speaking Greek,” she said, before he could keep rambling. “I brought us here to enjoy the seclusion and fool around, but your mind jumped right into work mode.”

“Sorry,” he said, turning to her with a devious smile on his face. “Would you like to focus more on
your
job, little miss ‘I like to play as hard as I work’?” He slipped his arms around her waist and she felt his hands making a quick descent to her ass, clenching her cheeks. “You need a workout, little girl?” he asked teasingly as he lifted her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Arousal blossomed in her core at hearing him call her a little girl. The mischievous look in his hazel eyes and the feel of his shaft growing against her made her clench.

“It would be more fun than assessing bad building materials, wouldn’t it?”

“Do I get to be in charge and test out your theory about my dom side?”

“Don’t ask, just do it.” She wiggled her hips, grinding her pussy against him.

He rewarded her with a husky growl, gripping her ass tighter. “I think I will,” he said, walking out of the half-constructed shell. “Hold on.” He put an arm around the curve of her lower back and then stooped to pick something up. “Looks like they forgot this.” He showed her the coiled rope he’d found. “Normally used for hoisting materials, today, it’s going to be used to tie up a naughty girl.” With easy strength, he carried her, heading over to some thicker trees behind the construction site.

The movement of his hard cock thudding into her as he walked made her pussy gush with anticipation. “Yes. Treat me like a bad girl, baby.” She felt his cock lengthen at her words and a low moan came from his throat.

“This will do.” He stopped near a big tree with low-lying branches. An image of being tied, helpless, arms stretched high above her head while she balanced on tiptoes, popped instantly to mind. Her breath quickened and her pussy literally gushed with juices as he ordered her firmly, “Strip.”

Katie responded, quickly slipping the straps of her swimsuit down her arms. She peeled it down her hips, letting it fall to her feet. His eyes roved her naked body appraisingly. As he put his hands on her shoulders, he moved her back a few feet and then turned his attention to the rope. Tying a loop around one end, he tossed it over a thick branch above their heads.

“Come here,” he said, fussing with the looped end of the rope. She watched as he tied two separate slipknots a couple of feet apart. “Hold this.” She took the rope and noticed him assessing the branches on the tree. When he found what he was looking for, he walked over and broke off a sturdy-looking limb just a bit thicker than his thumb. Discarding the narrow tip, he stripped off the remaining leaves as he came back to her. Reclaiming the rope, he attached it to the ends, fashioning a pair of makeshift cuffs.