The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin (14 page)

After six glorious days and
passion filled nights it seemed real life was intruding on their idyll, and
Lakota was reverting back to his forbidding, and closed off self from their
first meeting. Perhaps it was inevitable. Alice had fallen in love with Sri
Lanka, almost as much as she suspected she was starting to fall for her
husband. At least his teasing, sexy as hell, and carefree version he had been
since they'd foot in the resort. This Lakota she could fall head over heels for,
if she wasn't careful, and that would be the stupidest thing ever.

Here, they'd lived in a
bubble, and the obligatory phone call to check on Beth's progress every morning
had been the only check on reality Lakota had allowed. He'd kept her hostage in
the villa for the first three days of their stay, and Alice blushed just
remembering how they had christened every surface humanly possible to have sex
on or against, and a few she wouldn't have thought possible.

At least now she knew what
all the fuss was about. Lakota just needed to glance her way, and she was wet,
and as he insisted she not wear any underwear under the skimpy dresses she had
found in her suitcase, anytime, anywhere, seemed to be the motto for this
honeymoon.

Who knew chaste old her,
who'd never been that bothered about masturbating even, would turn into such a
hussy. She squirmed on the sun bed, arousal pooling low in her belly, recalling
Lakota's reaction when she had called herself that in front of him.

He'd dumped her over his
knee, and proceeded to spank her soundly, until she had breathlessly promised
him to never think of herself like that again.

"You're a beautiful
woman, sweet little Alice, and you're my wife. Nothing we do makes you into a
hussy, is that clear?" He'd swatted her one last time with enough force to
send her halfway off his lap, and she'd felt her juices run down the inside of
her thigh. Never had she been this aroused before, so on the verge of coming,
the sweet burn from her ass, radiating to her clit and making her weak with
need.

"Not even getting so
turned on by being spanked that I'll explode if you don't fuck me soon?"
She'd somehow managed to get the words out past her parched lips, and he'd
yanked her head up by her hair and kissed her.

When he'd finally let them
come up for air, his growled words had sent her tumbling over the edge.

"That just makes me so
goddamn hard, I'm going to fuck you senseless, my love."

The sex that had followed had
been the hottest yet, and somehow they had connected on a much deeper level
than before.

The next day had seen Lakota
determined to show Alice all that Sri Lanka had to offer. From walks on the
beach to see the sun set, to visiting a Buddhist monastery, where Alice had
seen enough Buddhas to last her a lifetime. From endless driving to visit the elephant
orphanage, which Alice had not wanted to leave at all, and Lakota had looked at
her with such an odd look on his face when she had fed a baby elephant, to the
awe inspiring visit to the Dambulla Rock temple. They had stood for ages,
locked in each other's arms, awestruck at the sheer size and majesty of the
carvings on the cave walls.

And they had talked. Or rather
she had talked, whilst Lakota had listened. He'd shared very little of himself
in those long conversations, and nothing of his past, before he'd made his
millions, though he had talked about Zeb and his mum, and her heart had
clenched at all he had lost. That he'd loved his family dearly had been clear
from the way he had spoken about them, and it had given Alice an unreasonable
amount of hope for the future—hope that she'd do well not to dwell on. She had
to remember that this was a contract.

Just look at the way he
reacted this morning to whatever news had woken them up.

"I've got to go, Alice.
Go back to sleep."

That had been his parting
words, but for the first time since they got here, he hadn't pulled her close
and kissed her. In fact he hadn't even looked at her, and—she glanced at her
phone again with an impatient sigh—he had now been gone four hours, eleven minutes
and five seconds to be precise.

Not that she was counting. Oh
no, not she. That would mean that she missed him, and that … well that would be
too close to the truth to admit even to herself. She adjusted her sunshade and
grabbed her phone to load her Kindle app. Maybe losing herself in a good book
would do the trick.

****

Lakota shook the sand out of
his shoes and grimaced at the cut on his hands. Punching a palm tree had seemed
as good a stress reliever as the next thing at the time. He wasn't too sure
now, looking at his swelling knuckles, and he grimaced at what his little Alice
would have to say. He owed her enough of an explanation as it was, but he'd had
to get away after that phone call.

He hadn't trusted himself to
stay around her. In fact he hadn't even been able to look at her, because he'd
known that she would ask what the matter was, and he found it quite impossible
to lie to her. Lately he hadn't even been able to lie by omission.
 

That thought should have made
him angry, but instead it left him with a warm glow inside. When had she gotten
through his defenses so thoroughly that he started to trust her?

Watching the fishermen try to
get their heavy dhoni over the pounding surf and begin to sell their catch had
finally reminded him of the time. He had to get home to her. Home—now there was
a thought. Could you call a honeymoon villa home?

Lakota shrugged his shoulders
and approached Alice as quietly as she could. She seemed to have fallen asleep
reading if the phone still clutched in her hand was any indication, and she was
now in the full glare of the damaging sun.

Silly little Alice, she would
burn. In fact she had just earned herself another spanking, he reckoned, and
his cock hardened in anticipation. She was so fucking beautiful when she
submitted like she did, and her pale skin showed the marks of his possession.

He picked up the bottle of
suntan lotion, poured a generous dollop into his palms, and then rubbed his
hands together. First things first, he needed to protect her skin. The only
marks would be his.

She moaned when he grasped
her shoulders and continued to massage the lotion into her skin with firm even
strokes. By the time he reached her bikini clad ass, she was awake, and
squirming under his touch. He could smell her arousal and suppressed a groan.
Talking could wait. He needed to have her and now, before she woke up properly
and started to question him.

He slid his hand back up to
her ribcage and around the underside of her breasts.

"Lakota?" That
throaty, need filled sound shot straight to his cock, and he leant down to kiss
her neck. She sighed and angled her head to give him better access. He suckled
hard enough to leave a bruise, and her breathing hitched.

"You have been a very
naughty girl, sweet Alice."

"I have?"
                 

He lifted her up slightly
with one hand to give him better access and pinched her nipple with the other.
Tears sprang into her eyes, but she moaned her arousal, and Lakota once again
thanked his spirit guide for having led him to this woman. She understood his
needs without any lengthy explanation. There was just mutual arousal and a
willingness to experiment that blew him away. They had only just scratched the
surface of this side of their relationship, but for the first time in as long
as could remember, Lakota did not feel the need to keep that dark side of him
hidden. Where that journey would lead them to, who knew.

"Yes, you have, and you
know what happens to naughty little Alices, don't you?"

He kissed her, reveling in
the way she clung to him, the kiss growing ever more passionate and needy.

"Where were you? I was
worried about you." She murmured the words in between kisses and fumbled
with the buttons of his shirt. He helped her by making short work of them and
shrugged out of the item, carelessly tossing it on the floor. She sat up fully
and ran her hands over his torso, giving him the perfect view of her breasts.
Unhindered by any restraints they swayed slightly, the rosy nipples hard little
buttons that called him. He pushed her back down onto the sun lounger and
straddling her caught her wrists in his undamaged hand and pinned them high
above her head.

She frowned when she caught a
glimpse of the bruised knuckles on his other hand, but he caught any objection
she might have made in his kiss.

"It doesn't matter. I'll
tell you later. For now, take your punishment like a good little wife."

She snorted at that, and he
pushed his forearm against her throat pinning her in place. Her eyes went wide,
and she stilled under him. Locked together they stared at each other, and she
drew in a shuddering breath when he released the pressure on her wind pipe.

"That's my girl."
She offered him a tentative smile, and he released her wrists. "Hold onto
the sides and don't let go, or I'll have to tie you. Are we clear?"

"Ye … es." A surge
of affection swamped him at her whispered reply, and he sat back and watched
her hands grip the sides of the sun lounger in a white knuckled grip.

He ran his hand from her
collarbone through the cleft of her amazing tits down over her tummy and then
tapped her mound. She bit her lip, and her body tensed. He did it again each
time with more force than the last until her rib cage rose and fell in tune to
her gasps of breath, and he could see the evidence of her arousal darken the
crotch of her bikini bottoms.

"That's for wearing
them, when you know I want to be able to see your sweet cunt." He ran his
finger under the elastic with infinite slowness and then yanked the material up
sharply until it dug into her slit and compressed her clit.

She shuddered and tried to
clamp to her legs together, but a swat to her thigh stopped her. He pulled
tighter, enjoying her struggle to stay still and to keep her legs relaxed, and
the fine sheen of arousal coating her skin. A delicate blush spread all over
her body, and she threw her head back and arched off the lounger. He bent to
suckle one of her luscious nipples into his mouth, and she panted his name.

"Lakota, please … oh God
…"

He smiled around his precious
mouthful, and bit down hard at the same time as the fabric of her clothing
ripped. A gush of her juices coated his fingers, and he slid three fingers deep
inside her core. She clamped around the digits and screamed. He left a trail of
little bites along her skin until he reached her swollen labia and withdrew his
fingers. She moaned her denial, and he slapped her little nub of pleasure,
sending her tumbling into her orgasm.

Lost as she was in the
rapture of her body, she was so beautiful it blew him away. He needed to taste
her, and he knelt next to her and, gripping her hips, buried his head between
her thighs. He tunneled his tongue into her channel still quivering with
aftershocks and groaned as her sweet cream exploded on his tongue. The sweetest
aphrodisiac, her scent, spurred him on, and using her abundant juices he spread
her wetness up to her anus, and slipped a finger past that ring of muscle.

She tensed for an instance
until he settled his thumb on her clit, and blew on her slit. She relaxed
around his finger, and he murmured words of encouragement, whilst he added
another finger and another. Every time she tensed he stepped up his assault on
her nubbin until she was once again panting in arousal and the tiny tremors
started that signaled how close she was. He withdrew his fingers and replaced
them with his tongue. Her little mewling sounds of need increased the ache in
his groin, and he tunneled in and out of her puckered hole, whilst his fingers
played her clit until she flew again.

"Turn over for me and
kneel by the lounger." He grimaced at the hoarse sound coming out of his
mouth, and he had to close his eyes for a second to regain control, as she
turned round in front of him, dangling her sexy as hell ass in front of his
face.

"Lakota?" The
uncertainty in that word had his eyes fly open. Kneeling by the side of the
lounger she had her elbows braced on it and looked at him over her shoulder. He
reached across and pulled her hair to one side, and dropped a kiss on the
rapidly beating pulse point in her neck. She blinked when he pulled his
throbbing cock out his shorts and fisted himself slowly. He ran his fingers
through her soaking wet slit and coated his cock in her juices. Then he
repeated the action to coat her little puckered hole. It quivered under the
gentle pressure of his fingers, and Lakota groaned his need.

"I need to take you
here, little Alice. We talked about this."

Running the tip of his
swollen head through her slit repeatedly he heard her gasp, and he pushed her
down onto the lounger until her breasts were flattened. With her hair fanned
over her face he couldn't see her expression, but her little wanton gasps
soothed his troubled mind, and when he slid his cock up to her hole and pushed
slightly she pushed back against him with a hiss.

"Jesus, slowly, my love,
I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't … please … I
want you to. Take me there … Oh, yes … yes."