by Low, JA
“I like it, sir.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re a hussy, Miss Starr.” His fingers increase in speed inside of me. I feel like he’s splitting me in two, but it’s the most glorious feeling I’ve ever felt. “And hussy’s like you, love their holes being filled.”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Then without notice, he pulls his hand away from me, making me whimper, and I feel desperately empty. My head turns to glare at him, but his hand is quicker with the spatula. Whoosh. Fuck! It makes me groan.
“Eyes ahead, Miss Starr,” he commands. I do as I am told. “Eat,” he orders.
With shaky hands, I grab a grape, this time popping it in my mouth. Nate’s footsteps disappear, and after a couple of moments, they are back again.
Next thing I know, Nate’s ripping my G-string from my body.
Holy hell, that’s hot.
“Keep those legs open wide, Miss Starr.” His tone is dark and commanding.
Then something cold lands on my ass making me jump.
“Stay still,” he growls as his fingers begin to work over my hole. Over and over he massages it. Nate then leans over me and whispers in my ear, “The island’s safe word is Paradise. Use it if you don’t want to continue.” He gives me a couple of moments to take in what he’s said, but I don’t flinch. I don’t move. I want this so much.
“Good girl.” His hand connects with my ass, hard. “I always knew you were a good girl, Miss Starr. You’ve always been eager to please.”
“Yes, sir. I want to please you.”
“Oh, you are.” He caresses my behind, and then he’s slipping inside of me. Not exactly the hole I thought he was going for but still feels so good. His thumb finds my other hole, and gently he begins to massage it while he moves slowly inside of me.
“You feel so tight. Taking me all in like a good girl. You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
A squirting sound echoes through the room, then something wet, cold, and hard nudges at my back entrance.
“You’re taking me so well. Your cunt is greedy for more, I wonder if your ass is as greedy.” What does he mean? “Relax, Miss Starr, I’m about to make you feel oh so good.”
Slowly, he pushes something against my back entrance, working more and more lube against me all while thrusting inside of me. There’s a slight burn as he pushes what I think is a butt plug past the entrance as my mind is diverted to Nate’s thumb running over my clit. Who knew men could multitask? The butt plug finally slips easily in place, and I feel full. So very full as Nate continues to fuck me.
“You’re not going to come, Miss Starr. Do you hear me?”
Hang on, what?
“No, sir,” I defy him for the first time this session.
Whoosh. A slap against my ass. Fuck! The sensations are too much.
“You will not come until I tell you to, Miss Starr. Do you understand me?” His voice is sharp and menacing, which turns me the hell on.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl, now you get your reward.”
All of a sudden, my ass starts vibrating. What in the ever-loving fuck.
“Oh God.” I cannot help breaking from character.
“He won’t save you tonight, Miss Starr. The only name that you will be screaming is mine.” He turns whatever it is up a little higher.
Holy fucking shit.
All while he’s thrusting into me.
Don’t come, Camryn.
Don’t come.
I say over and over again.
I want to wait for him to tell me to because when he does, it’s going to be spectacular.
Nate’s slow, methodical thrusting keeps me at that heightened point as he slowly increases the power of the vibration of the plug. It feels strange, but oh so good. Nate starts to move quicker inside of me. Every so often there’s a whoosh and a slap with the spatula, which simply increases the sensation. My mind’s fuzzy with everything that’s going on.
“You’re such a good girl…” he caresses my ass, “… you have pleased me so much.” Nate’s words swirl around me, but my mind is in overdrive. “I think you deserve your reward now.” His words slowly filter through the fog, while his thrusts become harder. He’s turned the plug higher, then, holy shit. His thumb connects with my clit, and sparks begin to ignite.
“That’s it, princess.” Nate must notice the change in me. “You may now come.” He puts pressure on my clit, lighting the fuse that has me igniting under his touch. I think I must blackout at some point because everything becomes foggy and dark.
Did I just pee myself? I feel liquid run down my thighs.
No.
Searching through the fog, I think he made me squirt—I’ve ever done that before. Nate’s grunting filters through the fogginess, and it doesn’t last much longer before he’s joining me in a liquified heap on the table.
The vibrating stops. The plug is removed. Now I feel empty.
Next thing, I’m in Nate’s arms, and he’s carrying me up the stairs into his room, past his bed, and into his bathroom. Still holding me, he turns on the shower, fiddles with the temperature, and places me inside. I’m unable to stand and slump onto the floor.
“Camryn?” Concern laces his voice.
“Give me a sec,” I mumble through the water splashing over me. Next thing I know he’s on his knees in front of me, and he appears concerned.
“Did I hurt you?”
Looking up into his handsome face, those sapphire blue eyes are darting back and forth over me, checking to see if he hurt me in some way.
“That. Was. Amazing…” I trail off while giving him a weak smile, and as soon as he sees it, the tension leaves him. “You’ve fucked me so good, I can’t walk.”
He chuckles. “That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Reaching out, he caresses my face.
No one has dressed as a naughty school girl for Mr. Sex Empire. I’m shocked.
“Where the hell did you come from, Camryn Starr?”
23
Nate
We’ve spent the day lazing around my villa. We have gone for a swim and had a late lunch. We walked along the beach. Each time I have wanted to bring up Harris and what happened in New York, but I never wanted to spoil the moments we were sharing. But deep down, it’s killing me.
Jackson told me he sent some guys around to Harris’ place, didn’t touch him, but most certainly warned him that the skeletons in his closet will most definitely reappear if he comes anywhere near Camryn again. Apparently, that didn’t go over too well, which I’m not surprised because Harris has the ego the size of Manhattan.
“You okay?” Camryn asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I answer while wrapping my arms around her tighter. We’re currently lying outside by the pool with a nice bottle of red wine looking up at the stars. Millions of tiny shiny dots scatter the sky in their heavenly finery.
“You seem tense.” Those jungle green eyes are sparkling with concern.
“I was thinking about Harris.”
These words have Camryn sitting up and turning herself toward me. “Harris?”
“I can’t stop thinking about what he did to you.” My hand tightens around the wine glass stem. Camryn is silent for a moment while she assesses my words. Me? I am working out what her next words might be.
“He scared me,” she says quietly. “I never thought he would go that far.” She takes my hand in hers as if I am giving her the strength to continue. She entwines our fingers. “He brought me back to a time I want to forget…” She pauses for a moment taking a deep breath. “The night Vanessa was attacked, and all I could think about was is this going to happen to me?” Tears begin to slide down her cheeks.
“I will never let Harris Edwards near you again.” My voice steels with anger.
“This isn’t your fight, Nate.”
Like hell, it isn’t! Anger bubbles to the surface, and I can’t help but let it pour out of
me. “I protect my friends, Camryn.”
“You hardly know me, Nate.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. Know her? What does she mean by that? I’ve spent every single night for the past couple of months on the phone with her, talking about anything and everything. How is that not knowing her?
“I know you, Camryn.” Looking at her directly, she turns her head away from my intense glare. Lifting my finger under her chin, I turn her attention back to me. “I know you, Camryn,” I repeat my statement for clarity.
“Nate…” The vulnerability on her face makes me think of her as someone who’s exposed and defenseless.
“I’ve got you, Camryn.” I need her to know that whatever’s between us, no matter what, I have her back.
She leans forward and wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly. Camryn begins to cry, which I know for someone as strong as Camryn, makes her feel vulnerable.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her once more. She nuzzles her face into my neck. “I promise he will never touch you again.”
She clings to me tighter, and we stay in this position for a couple of moments until she no longer needs my strength. “I’m sorry, Nate.”
“You never have to apologize for being yourself in front of me.”
She sucks in a deep breath. “What is this?” She moves her hand between us. “What’s going on with us?”
I knew she might ask this question, especially after blurring the lines with my overprotectiveness.
“I like you… really like you,” I reply, being honest with her.
“There’s a but coming, isn’t there?” She gives me a weak smile.
“I can’t give you more.”
“Never said I wanted more,” she counters, surprising me. “Please know that I can tell the difference between friendship and sex. I’m so thankful you have my back when it comes to Harris because if I’m honest, I’m scared of him now. I thought he was just upset because he hates to lose, but now I think he might be crazy.”
She sits up straighter. “I lost myself when I became involved with Harris. I’d been single for a long time before meeting him, and it was nice not to be lonely anymore.” She shrugs. “My business is my first love, and after letting Harris take my focus away from it, I will never let that happen again. Ever.” She emphasizes the ‘ever’ making it abundantly clear she won’t rely on a man again. “I like being with you, Nate.” That’s good to know. “But, I also like sleeping with other people.”
I am definitely not a jealous man, but that stung. It’s probably just my ego taking a hit.
“So, what you’re saying is… you want to sleep with other people?” I am going to clarify this, so there’s no miscommunication between us.
“And sleep with you… if you still want to, that is?”
“Of course, I do,” I answer so quickly it makes her laugh.
“Good.” She gives me a beaming smile. “Maybe we can have a ‘friends with benefits’ kind of deal. If that’s what you want?”
Honestly, I don’t want to give up her calls because this life, being consumed by work, it’s a solitary life even when you’re surrounded by workers.
“I’m not ready to give you up,” I state categorically, my voice deepening with need.
“Same.”
“When do your friends come?”
“Next week. Why?”
“Stay with me this week.” Camryn’s body freezes for a moment as her mouth falls open in shock, but she doesn’t say anything, so I continue, “We can spend time together. Hang out. Work.”
Camryn’s quiet as she thinks it over. She’s unsure about my request. I mean, I’m unsure why I’ve even asked the question because my villa here on the island is my sanctuary, but I like her in my bed even if it’s only for the week.
“Okay,” she eventually agrees.
“Okay?” I repeat just making sure I’ve heard her correctly.
“Yes.” She crawls into my lap. “You might get sick of me, but I’m willing to risk it.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she begins to grind on me. My fingers grip onto her ass and dig in.
“You might get sick of me,” I reply while nibbling along her neck.
“Honestly, I could never get sick of this.” Camryn’s hand reaches between us and grabs my dick through my board shorts. I know I will never get tired of her grabbing my dick, either.
She uses the thin material to slide up and down my shaft. God, she’s good. Cam’s wearing a white slip dress, no bra, and probably the tiniest underwear. I push the material of her dress up to find a tiny G-string and grip her bare ass. The sounds of the rainforest echo around us. This place truly is paradise, and so is the woman in front of me.
My hand moves between us and a finger slips between her wet folds.
“Yes,” she hisses.
Her blonde hair is blowing wildly in the breeze. Her nipples are practically poking through the material of her slip dress. With my teeth, I pull one of the thin straps off her shoulder exposing a nipple. Leaning forward, I capture the puckered, pink bud into my mouth.
Camryn groans on connection, throwing her head back. Her fingers begin to unbutton my shorts, and slowly they fall apart exposing me to her. Sliding her hand over my sensitive skin, she grips me tightly. Nothing but the sound of crickets and a waterfall fill the void around us.
We continue exploring, touching, tasting one another in the darkness. Neither of us in a rush to take it further while we’re savoring one another, enjoying simply being together.
“You’re so beautiful, Camryn,” I mumble into her chest while alternating between each of her nipples.
She moans at my compliment as my teeth connect with her sensitive skin. Camryn continues to ride my fingers in time with her movements across my dick. We continue teasing each other until I can’t bear it anymore and pull my fingers from her cunt and move her over me, then thrust up into her.
“Yes, Nate, yes.” Camryn moans when I enter her.
Her lips connect with mine as we become feverish with need. Our kiss is sloppy, teeth meeting teeth, lips missing each other, we’re so caught up in each other that we don’t care. Need has taken over, and we’re both desperate to catch our orgasms.
Gripping her hips, I hold her tightly, forcing her pussy to grind across me as she rides me. Her cunt constricts around me as she becomes closer.
“That’s it, Camryn, give it to me. Give me everything you have.”
Seconds later, she’s coming, and I’m not far behind her, pumping myself into her spectacularly tight cunt.
God, she’s perfect.
I don’t know how I’m going to let her go after this week.
24
Camryn
After spending all day yesterday screwing Nate, today we have put our professional hats on, and I’m exploring the island. Nate is waiting by the golf buggy looking like a sexy island snack. He’s dressed in a white polo, khaki-colored shorts, deck shoes with a pair of aviators over his eyes. Hot!
The tropical heat is taking a little getting used to, and my hair has frizzed up so much I’ve thrown it into a messy bun. I’ve chosen a white summer dress with cute silver flats, and I’m ready to explore this fabulous island.
“Ready for a tour of the resort?” Nate hands me a chilled bottle of water.
“I’m so excited.” I take a seat next to him in the buggy. Nate smiles at me before quickly leaning in and kissing me. As usual, it doesn’t take long for the kiss to become heated, but we need to get this underway, so I pull back.
“Just had to kiss you one last time before we have to be professional,” he says.
I hang on as Nate takes off, hurtling us through the jungle. Nate’s being a professional tour guide explaining the history of the island. How it used to be overrun by pirates, which gives me all kinds of dirty fantasies, and I make a dirty joke about how he can plunder my booty which makes him laugh. He explains the process of getting the island to what we’re seeing today, and how he
hired one of his clients—who’s a world-renowned architect—to help him design the ultimate fantasy island experience.
“The island has been split into sections, just like the levels of the clubs,” Nate explains as we continue winding our way through the rainforest. “There are beginner, intermediate, and expert areas. We want people to feel comfortable in what they want from their experiences. Each section has signage indicating what level each of the zones are. White is beginner, black is medium, and red is expert,” he tells me, then points out a couple of different signs with the colors displayed on them. It’s all pretty cool.
“We have sections for couples where they have their own pool areas and bar. Not everyone wants to party all night. Some are simply after a relaxing holiday with a side of kink.” Nate smirks at me. “We also have an area that’s dedicated to singles. This area will be the party zone. They have their own pool and bars. It’s a place for people to mingle. Couples, of course, can join in, but we ask singles not to go into the couples zone unless they’ve been specifically invited. Remember, clothing is optional at the resort.” Nate smiles.
“Don’t get any ideas, Mr. Lewis, I’m not about to swan around the resort in my birthday suit.” Nate gives me an amused pout. “Clothes must be worn in the eating areas and bars, except in the swim-up bar areas.”
The last thing I want to see is shriveled up balls as I pop a meatball in my mouth.
We continue through the forest. Nate explains to me the different types of accommodation you can stay in. There are stunning villas on the beach that are dotted along the shoreline and back into the rainforest. There are also luxury treetop houses set high in the trees which overlook the ocean and the resort below.
This experience is giving me sexy Robinson Crusoe vibes or naughty Pirates of the Caribbean parties.
Then there are the overwater bungalows which have see-through floors, where you can watch the fish swimming beneath you. Those bungalows also have private pools that jut out from the side of the bungalow and have infinity sides.
