by Low, JA
Sighing, I step out into the sunshine and stand at the side of the pool watching her.
She notices and stops in front of me and looks up. “Hey.”
Camryn looks well-rested, fresh-faced, and is smiling. “Want to join me?”
“Of course.” Luckily, I am wearing a pair of shorts. As I jump into the pool with a splash beside her, it makes her squeal. When I pop back up through the surface, I have her in my arms. She lets out a sigh, wrapping her arms around my neck. I can reach my feet out to the floor of the pool as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Thank you.” The gratitude is written all over her face. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“I didn’t rescue you, Camryn. Selfishly, I wanted you with me.”
She smiles. “I don’t think I would have woken well this morning if I hadn’t woken beside you.”
Fuck! She’s hit me directly through my protective heart.
Camryn leans forward and kisses me. Hesitantly, I open for her, letting her set the pace. I am not going to push for anything more than she’s willing to give. Eventually, she pulls away, but I can’t help notice the fact that my dick is pressed squarely between her thighs.
“I’ve missed you,” she tells me.
“I’ve missed you, too, little one.”
“Last night wasn’t the grand entrance I wanted to make when seeing you again. I must have looked a mess.”
The water is lapping between us when I answer, “I don’t care as long as you are all right.”
“I can’t believe you organized all that for me last night.” She seems in awe by the whole thing.
“I know people.” Shrugging my shoulders, I smile.
“But you did this for me?” A frown mars her beautiful face.
“Of course. Remember… you’re in my circle, now,” I remind her of our conversation.
“Your circle feels safe.”
Fuck! Jackson better be dishing out some kind of justice on Harris, otherwise I will be. She doesn’t deserve this shit. Camryn leans down and kisses me again, this time with a little more heat. She finishes off the kiss with a bite to my bottom lip.
“I don’t need to tell you what happened with Harris, do I?”
“Only if you want to,” I state.
“You already know.” My eyes widen with surprise as she continues, “You left your phone downstairs. I wasn’t snooping, I promise. A message lit up from Jackson as I was grabbing a glass of water.”
“What did it say?” Dammit! Knowing Jackson, it could have said anything.
“It said Harris won’t be going anywhere near me again.”
“Good.” I can’t hide my disdain for the man.
“He’s going to fight back, you know,” she warns me. “He said he would.”
“Did he threaten you, Camryn?” My body tenses waiting for her answer.
“He’s all bark and no bite.” She shakes her head, but her eyebrows draw together in unease.
“Was it bark or bite last night?” As soon as the words fall from my mouth, I cringe. What was I thinking? Camryn lets go of me, putting distance between us. “Camryn…” The hurt is evident on her face as the sparkle dims in her eyes.
“You’re right. It was most definitely, bite.” Wrapping her arms around herself, she rubs her arms.
“Babe, I’m sorry.” Walking back over to her, I state categorically, “I hate him. I hate him so much.”
“I do, too.”
Reaching out, I run my thumb along her cheek. “I promise you, Camryn, I won’t allow him to ever come near you again.”
“I know you won’t.”
“Is that okay?” I’ve totally crossed a major line between us, but how the fuck couldn’t I?
“It’s fine.”
The tension slowly dissipates from my body.
She wraps herself around me again, and her hand disappears between us as she pushes past the band of my shorts before wrapping her hand around my cock. Fuck me.
“Camryn…” I give her a little warning.
“Please, don’t treat me differently now, Nate. I’m not some fragile little woman who doesn’t know the difference between an asshole and a good man when I see one.”
“I know you’re not,” I reassure her. “I just need to know you’re truly fine?”
“I am. I really am. And it’s thanks to you.” This puts me at ease. “Now, are you going to let me thank you properly or not?”
Oh, I like the sound of this.
Her hand continues to move up and down my dick. With great difficulty, I walk us to the shallow end.
“Get out of the pool and onto the bed,” I demand while pointing to the large dome-like daybed beside the pool. Let’s be serious, pool sex is not fun. With a giggle, Camryn stumbles out of the pool and begins to untie her red bikini, the top lands at my feet. Then seconds later, she’s undoing the strings on the sides of her bikini bottoms that land with a wet whack on the ground. She jumps onto the large daybed with her face lit up in a large smile. She hurries by shuffling back to the middle of the large bed and watches me as I come to a stop right in front of her. Her eyes light up as I push my shorts down my legs and my dick slaps against my stomach, which makes her smile. She looks as hungry for sex as I now do. Her legs immediately fall open, inviting me in.
“No foreplay, Nate,” she tells me.
“I need you inside of me.”
If that’s what the lady demands, that is what the lady gets.
One knee falls onto the soft cushion then the other follows as I crawl toward her, before stopping.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“I don’t have protection.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I’m on the pill, and you know my test results.”
Everyone who comes to the island needs to have an up-to-date sexual health check-up available.
“I’ve never…” I let the words fall between us.
“I haven’t either.” She bites her lip. “I can quickly run inside if you want?”
In all honesty, I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel her bare against me. What is wrong with me? This is not like me at all. I am always so strict about protection.
“Are you okay if I’m bare?”
She nods her head slowly while biting her lower lip, and I’m nervous all of a sudden. Moving over her, I nestled between her legs. My dick rubs against her slit, making us both moan. I tease her with my dick, slowly letting it run between her folds, feeling her become wetter and wetter.
“Fuck me, Nate,” Camryn demands, and before I have a chance to do exactly that, she grabs my hips and pulls me down and inside of her.
Shit.
Fuck.
We both hiss at the feeling. She’s so wet, so warm, and so tight. God, this feels so good.
Looking down at her, her blonde hair is spread out like a beautiful angel. I slowly begin to move, and I can feel every movement like tiny little feathers running across my dick. The sensations are incredible.
Her fingers dig into my hips as I grab her legs and hoist them over my shoulders.
“Fuck, Nate,” she blurts out as my dick slams deeper in her, hitting the spots I know are going to make her see fucking stars. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and they are mesmerizing me.
This feels so fucking good.
So right.
Camryn’s here with me.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
“More, Nate. Please, more,” she begs, and I give it to her, increasing my thrusts, stretching her, filling her. My thumb runs over her clit, and her cunt clamps down on me like a vice. Fuck, yes! Over and over again I play with her, teasing her, until she’s begging for mercy.
I’m close, so fucking close, and with a little bit of pressure, I push her over the edge where she takes me right along with her.
22
Camryn
After a cleanup, we are tangled together in the daybed.
“I could stay like this all day.” I
let out a long sigh.
“We can,” Nate tells me. “We have nowhere to be until tomorrow.” He nuzzles my neck, biting softly.
“Really?”
“Honestly. I’ve booked out today to spend it with you.” Biting my lip at his surprise confession, he continues, “Before everything happened. I just wanted to spend the day in bed with you.” He begins to rub the back of his neck nervously.
“Did you now?” I’m teasing him, and he rolls his eyes at me. “I’m glad,” I reassure him. “It feels like we’ve had the longest foreplay since England.”
“That feels like a lifetime ago.” Nate runs his fingers through my hair, gently touching my face. My stomach decides, even though the moment is sweet, that it is the moment to assert itself, and we both burst out laughing.
“Sounds like you’ve worked up an appetite.” He laughs, and I give him a friendly whack. “Come on, let’s get you fed before you eat me.”
Raising my brow at him, we burst out laughing again.
“Well, I hope you want to eat me.” Giving my bare ass a slap as we slide off the daybed, it makes me squeal. He picks me up in his arms and rushes us back inside, then places me down at the foot of the stairs.
“Go… have a shower. I’ll organize something for us to eat.” He slaps my bare ass once again, and I quickly run up the stairs.
* * *
Opening my luggage, I go to grab a cute sundress, but my naughty little schoolgirl outfit that I packed for him catches my attention. We might only have today to indulge in everything we want to do to each other, so might as well go out with a bang.
Coming down the stairs, Nate’s busy in his kitchen and doesn’t notice me. A couple of moments later, he turns around with a couple bottles of water in his hand and freezes. I stop just shy of the bottom stair.
“Mr. Lewis, may I have my lunch now, please? Before I have to return to the nuns.”
Nate’s sapphire blue eyes roam appreciatively over me. I’m wearing a pair of black Mary Jane shoes with knee-high socks, a tartan pleated skirt that basically doesn’t reach my crotch, and a white button-down shirt that’s cropped and tied with pretty much two buttons holding the material together with my tits ready to spill out. My blonde hair is pulled into pigtails with ribbons. Underneath this ridiculous outfit, I have a barely-there red G-String and red lace demi-cup bra, which hardly does anything except push my enormous boobs upward. Don’t think I’ll be wearing it for long, anyway.
“Miss Starr,” he says without skipping a beat. “You are late for lunch.”
Putting the water bottles on the kitchen bench, he continues, “You know what happens when you’re late, don’t you?”
No. No, I don’t, but it better be something good. He opens one of the drawers in the kitchen, rattling things around with his hands, searching for whatever instrument he needs. Slowly, I make my way toward the dining room table, waiting for him. Nate pulls out a plastic spatula, and my eyes go wide.
What on earth is he going to do with that?
“Hands on the table. Back straight. Legs spread open,” his voice changes with his commands. “You will take your punishment, like a good girl. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mr. Lewis.” Smiling to myself, I love how quickly Nate has gotten into character. I always feel stupid roleplaying because the guys never keep character. As soon as they’re turned on, that’s it.
Assuming the position, I bend ever so slightly which exposes my ass to him. I can hear his footsteps as they come closer.
“Did you wear these panties on purpose, Miss Starr?”
“No, sir.” Biting my lip, I dare not look at him.
“Don’t lie to me. You wore these to try and tempt me, didn’t you?”
“No, sir. I’m a good girl.”
His hand runs over the curve of my exposed ass. “You most certainly are not a good girl, Miss Starr. I see the way you look at me in class. The way you suck on your pencil. You don’t think I notice, but I do.” He’s standing behind me now, my chest is moving rapidly in anticipation for what he has planned next. “You’re trying to break me, aren’t you?”
“No, sir.”
A whoosh through the air is the only notice I get before the spatula connects with my ass.
Fuck! That stings. I bite down through the pain.
“You’re trying to get me to deflower you, aren’t you?”
Another whoosh and crack against my ass.
“I bet you aren’t even a virgin.”
Another whoosh through the air but this time it connects with my pussy.
Fuck me! A tiny moan escapes my lips.
“Just as I thought. You’re a hussy. You like me punishing you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Another whoosh, and he gets me again across the pussy.
Fuck me dead! I move slightly forward away from the pain.
“I bet you’re becoming wet with each one of my punishments, aren’t you?”
Another whoosh, this time it’s against my inner thigh which he rubs with his hand afterward.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Yes, sir.” I am breathing through my nose.
Nate seems skilled with punishments. I mean the guy does own a sex empire, so I am sure he knows what he’s doing. Trained with professionals and by professionals—he’s an expert.
This is going to be fun.
Nate moves away from behind me and takes a seat at the end of the table. Lifting my head slightly, but I don’t dare move from my position. He looks like an arrogant king sitting on his thrown as he pops a piece of fruit in his mouth.
“You must be hungry?” He raises a brow at me.
“I am, sir,” I reply breathlessly. It’s the truth. I am starving.
“What would you do for a bite of fruit?” He’s holding up a slice of pineapple in his hand in front of my eyes.
“Anything you need, sir.”
This makes him smirk. He seductively pushes the slice of pineapple into his mouth, then taps his thick finger against his bottom lip.
“Anything I need,” he murmurs to himself. “Anything?” Raising a brow at me, he’s now daring me, pushing me to see just how far I will take this role-playing.
I’ll go all the way because I am having way too much fun to let an empty stomach get in the way of what might happen between us.
“Whatever you wish for me, sir.”
That’s the right answer because he gives me a genuine smile. “Stand up and come here, Miss Starr.” His finger calls me over. Feeling a little lightheaded, I slowly move over to where he’s sitting. He pushes his chair all the way back, leaving a large gap between himself and the table. “Stand here, please. Face the table.” Pointing to the space, I do as I am told. “Now, lean forward and place your elbows on the table.” Once again, I do as I am told, my face coming ever so close to the fruit platter.
A whoosh and a sharp sting across my thigh surprises me.
“Legs apart, Miss Starr.” Moving my legs apart, I expose myself to him. “You may take one piece of fruit. But, stay on your elbows,” he orders.
I take a large slice of pineapple that should fill me up a little. Slowly, I begin to eat, and he waits until I’ve finished before speaking to me again.
“Now, tell me… did you wear this for me, Miss Starr?” His finger slides between my legs and plucks my G-string before letting it slap back against me.
Shit, that was hot.
“Yes, sir.”
“You may have another slice of fruit.”
We repeat the same routine—I eat, he waits, then he begins again.
“You are tempting me, aren’t you, Miss Starr?”
“Yes, sir.” I am waiting for his next move, but nothing happens, he tells me again to eat something else, and we repeat that routine.
“Are you a virgin, Miss Starr?” he asks.
“Yes, sir.”
His hand grips my ass cheek at that answer. “Oh, sweet girl, do you need help deflowering?”
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br /> “Yes, sir.”
“Has anyone been inside of you?”
“No, sir.”
That’s when his finger slips between my folds and enters me, pushing me forward. My palms turn and slap the table at his intrusion.
“No one has slipped their finger inside this virgin cunt?” Dirty-talking Nate has come out to play as he curls his magic finger inside of me.
“No, sir.”
“Do you like my finger inside of you, Miss Starr?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you think you can handle more?”
“Yes, sir.”
Nate slips another thick finger inside, stretching me. The burn quickly turning to pleasure. His fingers move ever so slowly, teasing me, taunting me.
“Eat, Miss Starr.”
Grabbing a strawberry, I pop it in my mouth as he continues to torture me with his fingers.
“You’re such a good girl.” His hand rubs my bare ass. “I think you can take more.” My eyes widen when a third finger slips inside of me.
Holy shit! I feel so full with the force he uses to push me forward against the table. The sensations are overwhelming.
“Look at your greedy cunt taking my fingers. Such a good girl,” he continues to work me over, but each time he’s careful not to touch my clit. He knows one touch and I’m going to explode.
Whoosh. A crack hits the side of my ass while his fingers are filling me, which makes me squeeze down on them.
“That’s a good girl. Squeeze my fingers.”
Whoosh again. Another crack. God, this feels amazing.
“Such a good little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ve been waiting for someone to have their way with you, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Nate’s fingers don’t let up during his questioning. His thumb slides against my back entrance with slight pressure being pushed against my hole. “I bet you’ve been letting the boys fuck you here, haven’t you?” Pushing his thumb harder against my hole, I reply, “No, sir.”
“Are you sure, Miss Starr?” he questions, pushing his thumb further past the puckered entrance.
Oh my God, my eyes roll back into my head.
“You seem to like it.”
