by Ivy Nelson
Isabelle laughed. “Calm down. How about we see where we’re all sleeping first and then we can make hot tub plans?”
Garrett and her father came in, each loaded down with bags. Uncle Henry followed and gave her a shrug. He was carrying a lone backpack. Was this some sort of weird pissing match? She would never understand why men did things like that.
Garrett dropped the bags in the large entry area and winked at her as he took a bag her dad was about to drop.
“Henry, you can take the suite downstairs. There are three more upstairs. Isabelle, we’ll stay in the pool house.”
“There’s a pool house?”
He nodded as the rest of her family scattered with their luggage to find their rooms. “Did you really think I was going to fuck you in a house full of your family?” he murmured in a low tone for her ears only.
Her face turned bright red as he pecked her cheek and went in the direction of Henry’s room to drop off a bag he forgot. She lifted her own suitcase and went in search of the pool house. It turned out to be a luxury apartment to the left of the pool that was almost bigger than her three-bedroom apartment in Colorado.
“I can’t believe you went this far over the top,” she muttered to the empty space.
“I’m sorry I don’t see any of this as over the top,” he said from the door behind her. She whirled at the sound of his voice.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
He gave her a half smile. “You OK? I didn’t mean to upset you with any of this. I just want you all to have a nice vacation.”
“It will be nice for dad and the girls and Uncle Henry.”
“I want it to be nice for you, Isabelle. You’re the one I care most about.”
She sighed. “I’ll have a good time. Sorry I’m uptight.”
“How about we finish that nap you started on the plane? The house is fully stocked with food and the beach thing isn’t until later, right?”
She nodded. “That sounds good. Just let me text my dad.”
She sent the message letting him know she was taking a nap and let Garrett lead her to the spacious bedroom.
She was dreading seeing some of her cousins and nosy aunts from her mom’s side of the family, and Garrett was able to sense her apprehension. His solution was to strip her naked and spend an hour worshiping her body with his mouth and hands. By her third orgasm she couldn’t hold her eyes open and he snuggled her close against his chest where she drifted to sleep.
• • •
Garrett could feel the tension rolling off Isabelle in waves as they followed the girls and her dad to the beach that evening. Henry hadn’t been feeling up to a trip to the beach, so he stayed behind.
“You seem tense, Doll. Did I not give you enough orgasms to relax you?” he asked as they lagged behind the others.
She bumped her hip into his and gave him her adorable embarrassed smile. “Stop. I always get tense at family reunions. They don’t exactly care for my dad but invite him out of obligation and a desire to see me and the girls. Henry and some of my dad’s other family usually show up just to spite them.”
“I thought you said this was a fun event.”
She laughed. “It is. I just have some aunts on mom’s side of the family who don’t appreciate that she married Daddy and ran off to Colorado with him. In their minds, that’s why we’re poor. Daddy didn’t do a good enough job providing for us.”
There was a time he might have had the same thought about Jacob Alvarado, but after learning so much about Isabelle and her life, he understood that some things went beyond being anyone’s fault. Life had dealt some hard blows to her family including the death of her mother, and nobody could have predicted that.
Just then, Catarina sprinted ahead and hugged a boy who looked to be her age.
“Cousin of hers?” Garrett asked.
Isabelle nodded. “Best of friends, despite the distance between them. The girls are a big reason we come to these things. We want them to know their cousins. I’ll enjoy spending time with some of my cousins at the party tomorrow night.”
Beside him, he felt her take a deep breath as they approached the small crowd that was gathering.
“Isabelle,” a woman shouted. She looked oddly familiar, but Garrett couldn’t place her.
Isabelle gave a tight smile and waved. “That would be my mom’s oldest sister.”
The woman jogged over to them and wrapped Isabelle in a hug before she stepped back and looked Garrett up and down. “This is the last place I expected to see you again,” she said.
Isabelle stared at him. “You two know each other?” she asked.
The woman batted a hand. “I doubt he remembers me. I was a fundraising liaison for a campaign he consulted on a few years back.”
Garrett let his memory run through the various campaigns he’d assisted on. “Senator Newman?” he asked a moment later.
“That’s the one. Sandy Lopez, pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Oliver.”
The name tripped his memory and he realized. Isabelle’s mom’s side of the family was loaded. Why the hell was this woman letting her sister’s kids live in poverty in Colorado? He suddenly felt the urge to smack the woman and take Isabelle back to the pool house. Why had she hidden this part of her family from him?
He did his best to keep a friendly smile plastered on his face.
“Izzy!” someone shouted from a few yards away. Isabelle turned and waved at the bubbly woman heading her way. She scooped her into a hug and the two women swayed in an embrace for several minutes.
Sandy smiled up at Garrett. “What’s your business with our Izzy?” she asked as they both watched Isabelle and what Garrett assumed was a cousin.
“Isabelle and I have been seeing each other for some time now.”
“Oh, how cute. We all call her Izzy, it’s what she prefers. How did you two meet? She seems a little…”
“Out of my league? She absolutely is. I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet such a wonderful girl as Isabelle.”
He put emphasis on her name and flashed her a wicked smile that had the older woman simpering.
Isabelle turned in time to see it and he held his hand out to her. “You should introduce me to more of your family, Doll.”
“What did my aunt do to set you off? I’ve seen that smile before. It’s not a very nice one.”
He gave her a genuine grin and draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “Smart girl. She made a rather rude implication about you and me. I wasn’t having it.”
“Oh? What did she imply? That I’m beneath you? Doesn’t surprise me. They also think my mom married beneath her and frown on anyone who does it.”
“First of all, if anyone is beneath anyone, I’m beneath you. You are a far better human than I could ever aspire to be.”
“You’re too hard on yourself. Look at everything you’ve done for my family. I mean I know it’s just because you’re sleeping with me but, let’s face it, I’m not that great of a lay so it can’t be the sex that’s driving you to spend your money on us. There’s at least a little bit of a good heart in there.”
They were out in the open with nowhere for him to drag her so he could spank her ass for talking like that about herself. He stopped, causing her to stumble in the sand. His hand shot out and kept her from falling down, gripping her around the waist and hauling her to him.
When they were nose-to-nose, he glowered at her. “Let’s get a few things straight, young lady. I do not do these things for you because I’m fucking you. But even if I were, you’re the best lay, as you so crassly put it, that I’ve had in a while. You think I’m hard on myself? Listen to yourself, Isabelle. I’m going to teach you to stop being so self-deprecating. I don’t care if I have to spank you every day for it. You’re mine and I always take care of what’s mine, and you know from experience that I only accept the best of everything. What does that make you?”
Her lip quivered under his intense stare and he very nearly relen
ted and softened his gaze, but he was determined to hear her say it.
“Answer me Isabelle. Answer me or I take you back to the pool house for a dose of my hand on your ass. If I only have the best what does that make you?”
“The best,” she whispered on a choked sob.
His hand cradled the back of her head and urged her to bury her face in his neck so others wouldn’t see her if she cried in earnest.
“No one is going to make you feel any less than the best if I’m around. Not your bitch of an aunt, not your stubborn father, and most of all not you, am I clear?”
She nodded into his chest and lifted her head as she snaked her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes for a kiss.
“You’re too good to me,” she murmured against his lips. “But thank you for that.”
He smiled and tucked hair behind her ear. “Now let’s go enjoy your family, and when we get back to the beach house, you can tell me why you hid how loaded your mom's family is from me.”
She grimaced. “It’s honestly something I didn’t realize myself until after mom died.”
She let him lace their fingers together again and they trudged through the sand to where the bonfire was finally getting started.
“You must be Garrett,” someone said, handing him a beer. “We saw you snogging our cousin on national TV, so I guess you’re family now.”
Garrett grinned and took the beer. “Thanks. I’m just happy she was willing to show me off to the family,” he said winking at her as she dug through a nearby cooler for a drink of her own.
They spent the next few hours laughing and drinking with Isabelle’s family on the beach. Most of the older family went to their respective lodging for the weekend early in the evening and they were left with a boisterous group of cousins in their twenties and thirties.
He’d stopped himself after his second beer, but Isabelle was happily tipsy after her third wine cooler or whatever fruity thing she was drinking. It was fun to watch her yammer and bounce around the beach with her friends. Someone broke out marshmallows and hotdogs to roast—something Garrett had never experienced—and Isabelle had brilliant fun showing him how it was done. After his fifth marshmallow turned into a burnt, inedible pile of goo, he gave up and reached for a bag of chips to munch on instead.
“Don’t drink too much, Izzy,” one of her cousins said. “This is just a pregame for tomorrow.”
He had no idea what tomorrow night had in store, but Isabelle had described it as the gigantic party that everyone showed up for. How many people would that be? Someone said at least a third of the cousins were missing from tonight’s bonfire but would be at the party tomorrow. By his count, there had been at least forty people on the beach at one time and there was no telling how many he missed counting.
As the cousins dispersed sometime after midnight, Isabelle snuggled next to him, nearly asleep.
“Come on, Doll. Sounds like we have a big day tomorrow.”
He walked her to the pool house with her tucked close to him and they quietly rinsed off the sand and got ready for bed when they got inside.
“Thanks for calling my aunt a bitch,” she said with a sleepy giggle as he shut off the light.
Before he could respond, he could tell she’d already drifted off. They could talk about her family history tomorrow.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The next morning, Isabelle woke with a slight headache. Her drinks had been low in alcohol content, but a dinner of marshmallows and hotdogs and not enough water meant she wasn’t feeling quite up to par. At least that was until Garrett walked out of the bathroom in just a towel. He’d apparently been up at least long enough for a shower.
“Good morning, Isabelle,” he said with a half grin.
“Morning. How long have you been up?”
“I took a run on the beach, so I guess a couple of hours.”
She shook her head. He was a well-oiled machine. “I don’t know how you run so much. I don’t mind a jog a couple times a week, but nothing like what you do.”
He sat on the bed, and his towel separated, revealing one muscled thigh and she wanted to run her tongue along the tight skin.
“How are you feeling, Doll?”
“A lot better now,” she murmured, reaching a finger out to trace a line up his bare thigh.
He captured her wrist and brought it to his mouth, nipping at her finger with his teeth. “Does that mean you felt poorly before I came in?”
She shrugged. “A little. I didn’t eat enough last night to go with my alcohol.” She let her eyes drift closed, bracing herself for his scolding.
Instead he said, “Let’s get you some breakfast then.”
She blew out a sigh of relief but somehow felt a twinge of disappointment.
“What was that sound, Doll?”
She gave him a shy smile. “I thought maybe you were going to want to spank me for not eating enough last night.”
He cupped her cheek and eyed her intently. “Do you want a spanking, Isabelle?”
Her head moved back and forth before she paused and shrugged. “I don’t know what I want. I’m having weird feelings this morning. Like I need something that I don’t know how to ask for.”
His smile was tender. “You need the thing that connects us. The give and take of our dynamic. You crave my dominance of your body, don’t you Doll?”
She nodded, he was putting it into better words than she could.
“You don’t want a spanking but you’re also feeling a bit of disappointment that you’re not laying across my lap right now because you also like it when I test your submission and push your limits.”
When she nodded again, he reached his arm out and pulled her across his lap without warning. She was already naked, and she felt her body tremble with fear and anticipation of his hand peppering her ass with stinging smacks.
“Trust me, Isabelle. Trust me to push you as far as you need and no farther,” he said, his voice growing husky as his hand caressed her bottom.
“Is this mine?” he asked as he gave one cheek a gentle squeeze.
“Yes, Sir. All of me is yours,” she murmured, her voice trembling as much as the rest of her.
“Good girl. Today I think I want to make it pink. It’s such a pretty color on you.”
She wanted to giggle, but she was also feeling terrified of the spanking she was about to get. Garrett was not known for gentle spanks.
His hand connected with her bottom. Definitely not soft, but also not the punishing smacks she’d become accustomed to from him when she was in trouble.
“I once told you I could make you come from a spanking. I think I’ll prove that to you before breakfast,” he said as he caressed the spot he’d just struck.
“Yes, Sir,” she said on a shuddering breath.
His hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her pussy, which she knew was already dripping.
“Hmm. I think this will be even easier than I thought,” he said thoughtfully. A stinging spank landed on her other cheek without warning and she gave a high-pitched yelp.
“See now, aren’t you grateful I got a place with a pool house?” he asked as he landed another swat.
She giggled—something she thought she would never do during a spanking. The giggle morphed to a whimper as his hand landed on both cheeks at the same time. He plunged a hand between her thighs again. This time, he sank one long digit into her opening and pumped it in and out a few times before he found her clit and gently massaged.
He gave another series of spanks, followed by more gentle attention to her pussy. This process repeated multiple times. Each time he ramped up the pressure on her clit and fingered her for longer, always backing off before she got to the edge. Her bottom was warm and likely already pink, but she wasn’t writhing in pain or hating any of it.
He released another volley of smacks, this time not stopping until he’d struck every part of her bottom before he snaked his hand into her folds again. The sting of her bott
om seemed to jolt straight to her clit, and she whimpered as this time she felt herself on the brink of the ultimate pleasure.
He pulled back again, preventing her from going over and unleashed a half a dozen stinging swats to each cheek.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured as his hand drifted between her legs. “Feel the sting and come for me,” he murmured as he flicked a finger across her clit. That’s all it took as the fiery burn in her ass was overtaken by the ecstasy of an orgasm that reached her toes. She let out a garbled moan of pleasure as he helped extend her orgasm with continued attention to her clit.
“Mmm. That’s yummy, Doll. I could get used to mornings like this,” he murmured.
She’d been anti-spanking for so long, she hated the idea of agreeing with him, but right now she was so high on the sensations he’d given her. So much more than a quick smack on the ass as he fucked her from behind. This had been a methodical, intentional spanking combined with the right kind of touching that had sent her over the edge into the waterfall of pleasure.
“Lay back on the bed and spread your pretty legs for me. Looks like I’m going to need another shower, because I need to be inside of you right now,” he crooned.
She loved this tender—but still very dominant—side of Garrett. There was no hesitation as she settled herself against the pillows and spread her legs. He leaned over to his side of the bed and grabbed his pillow.
“Hips up,” he commanded. The pillow slid beneath her when she obeyed, and she suddenly felt very open as he positioned himself in front of her.
His cock was thick and engorged and she wanted it in her hands, but he was already preparing to slide into her soaked, swollen pussy.
She whimpered as he stretched her and pressed deep inside her. His motions were slow and languid, much the way his spanking had been.
With slow thrusts of his hips, he pulled in and out of her all while staring deep into her soul. At least that’s how it felt as she stared up at him. His gaze was so intense as he gently filled her and pulled out again.
“You feel so good around my cock, sweet Isabelle. It’s like your cunt was made for me.”
