by Jesse Jordan
“Not as beautiful as Tahiti, but it is nice,” Larissa says, smiling. Actually, she’s been smiling ever since getting behind the controls of the jet, and it was impressive to watch. The way she controlled the tightly designed small jet makes me wonder if she’s ever flown something military, and the joy she has still written on her face makes her look even more beautiful than normal. “I know some places to ask around, so let’s begin.”
We rent a car, driving to a few of the resorts around the island where Larissa is received warmly by managers and some of the locals alike. Perhaps there is a truce that makes Mykonos a place where criminals can relax, but it is still a place that respects the power and potential that Larissa contains within her.
After two hours of driving and asking around, splitting up at times, Larissa comes out of a bar, nodding and grinning at the same time. I’m glad, I’m getting jack and shit, probably because of the language barrier. When you can talk like a local, the locals tend to give you more information. “We have a lead, and a picture,” she says, passing me her phone. “He came here last night, they got a good photo, and where he might be today. You’re going to like this.”
“What?” I ask, looking at the photo. Arthur Pinchot looks like he’s about forty, with brown hair that is just starting to streak with gray in certain places, and brown eyes. It’s chilling though, and it’s not in the color of his eyes that I get a shiver of fear. It’s something in his face, a lack of general humanity. Looking at the camera, Arthur looks like he’s contemplating the deaths of every person in the room. “This is one sadistic looking fuck.”
“He is,” Larissa replies. “Nikolai got back to me while I was in the bar. Arthur Pinchot is former French Foreign Legion, he couldn’t find the prior background on him, but from the looks of him he’s European in heritage. Very hardcore into sadism, to the point that he doesn’t accept safe words with his partners. Rumor has it that he’s killed more than one partner in bed intentionally, just to feel them die while he fucks them.”
“And how did this fucker live so long?” I ask, angry. “Why hasn’t someone removed him from the planet before us?”
“He’s got friends in high places. Nikolai is seeing what he can dig up there. But, in the bar they also know of Arthur, they say he’s gone to the beach today.”
“And that’s supposed to help us how?” I ask angrily. “In case you haven’t noticed, this little slice of paradise has more beaches than bars even.”
“But only one like this,” Larissa says. “Come on, I’ll explain as I drive.”
Ten minutes later, I look out on the beach which is in one of the small bays along the north shore of the island, not sure of what I’m looking at. “It’s topless.”
“It’s more than topless, it’s nude,” Larissa says, reaching for the buttons on her blouse. “Satyr’s Cove isn’t found on any map of the island that I know of. And with the name Satyr’s Cove, you can guess what people get up to.”
I shake my head, I’m not an expert on classical Greek mythology beyond the basics, and Larissa laughs. “Lose the clothes, you’ll see.”
“But...” I start, stopping when Larissa raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be naked.”
“And I’ve seen you naked twice already. Trust me, you’re not going onto that beach unarmed,” she says, shrugging off her top the rest of the way. “Strip.”
What the hell. I have a beautiful woman taking off her clothes next to me, a beach full of naked people, I might as well. Part of me hopes we don’t find Arthur Pinchot, I have no idea how I’d take out another man while I’m naked, but first we have to find him. I strip quickly, glad that Larissa insisted we bring a set of beach shoes probably for this exact purpose, and three minutes later I’m standing outside in the sun, naked as the day I was born… except for shoes.
It’s hard not to stare when Larissa steps out, her light olive skin kissed by the sun and looking like a dream herself. Her hair cascades down over her shoulders, her breasts are high and proud above her smooth stomach, and the way her hips swell outward, my cock twitches between my legs. She notices, and smiles. “You need sun screen. You’re really too pale in certain areas for this beach otherwise.”
I look down at my crotch, which I’ve never suntanned, and try to will my cock back to sleep, but it’s up and saying hello to the world pretty well. I just hope other people on the beach won’t notice. “I guess.”
“Would you like me to put in on?” Larissa teases, handing me the bottle. “I know how you boys are with lotion in that area.”
“And I know you’re just as bad,” I retort, making her laugh. I notice she has no tan lines at all, and I wonder where and how she’s done that, but I force the image from my mind as I focus on applying the sun screen to my body, finally turning at the end when I can’t get my back. “Little help?”
“Only if you return the favor,” Larissa says, and I see that she’s put on her own sun screen, a lighter oil that makes her skin gleam even more. I take her oil, rubbing some of it between my hands before rubbing the oil over her back and shoulders. Her skin is amazing, this is the first time I’ve ever really felt her without being angry or lust-nuts, and deep inside me a voice whispers that she’s the most perfect creature in creation. I rub my thumbs over her shoulder blades and the supple muscles underneath, my cock rising again but I don’t really care this moment. Larissa moans, humming deep in her throat. “That feels good.”
Her words jolt me back to reality, the reality of me standing in a parking lot with my cock a fraction of an inch from her ass and wanting to fuck this nymph… and maybe more. I step back shakily, clearing my throat. “I think I got everything.”
Larissa takes a moment before she turns around, and when she does I swear she’s got the same thoughts I do, and I turn around before she can see my excitement. I’m on the job dammit. Fucking in her townhouse or even in her club is one thing, but I’m on duty.
Larissa’s hands though feel incredible on my back, and she knows just how to rub and massage my back, better than Victoria even, and my cock is raging, twitching in time with my heartbeat as Larissa keeps working the lotion into my skin. “I think...” she says after a moment, her voice raspy and thick, “I think that you’re ready too.”
We walk down to the beach, my cock relaxing just slightly as I try to do my best to not look at Larissa as we move, but soon I’m stunned by what I see. “They’re having sex. On the beach.”
“They certainly are,” Larissa notes as she looks where I’m staring as a man and woman sixty nine on a towel. “I told you, this is Satyr’s Cove. Satyrs were mythological beings who liked to get drunk, dance, and have lots of sex. So, on this beach people get naked, drink, dance, and have lots of sex. Come on, it’s considered rude to watch.”
We keep going, and I have to pull my eyes away as time after time I see couples or groups engaged in some sort of sexual play. Finally, I have to glance at Larissa who’s taking it all in with an amused smile, her body fantastic in the sun. “Do people come here alone?”
“Quite a lot,” she admits. “When I first came to Mykonos I spent three days on this beach.”
“What for? You could have your pick of anyone anywhere,” I reply without thinking, and Larissa looks over, smiling.
“I did. But really, I came for training. I was more innocent then, so the nature of this beach helped me.”
A blonde woman with small breasts but a tightly muscled stomach approaches, smiling. “Hi. You two looking for a place to sit down and relax?”
Larissa gives the woman an amused look, then she looks at me before shaking her head. “No thanks, but tell me, have you seen a man, about forty years old, brown hair, brown eyes, sort of looks like a soldier?”
The blonde woman shakes her head, pouting slightly. “You guys sure? I play both ways.”
“Fine offer, but no thanks,” I answer before Larissa can, moving away. The woman walks off, and Larissa soon catches up. She looks like she’s about to say something, but
I cut her off with a shake of my head. “I’ve had the best. I don’t need a cherry on top of that. And we’re supposed to be working anyway.”
Larissa blushes slightly at my compliment but nods, the two of us continuing our search. It’s difficult, between the constantly fucking people or groups, there’s a certified bisexual orgy going on at one point of ten people that we pass, and when we reach the edge of the beach we still haven’t seen anyone that resembles Arthur Pinchot.
“Let’s try again, maybe he had his head between some woman’s tits,” I grumble, getting angry for no reason. “Then we can head back.”
“Okay,” Larissa says casually, not understanding that half of my fucking problem is her. I have a goddess walking next to me, sensuality seeping from every pore of her flawless skin and she’s naked. I’ve felt her body before, I’ve never felt anything like it in my entire life, and she’s just treating this like a casual walk on a beach. Surrounded by sex, with her next to me, I feel like I’m in a fog of sexuality, my cock not wanting to fully relax. At least I don’t look like a plug looking for a socket any more. “You enjoying yourself?”
I don’t reply, moving off down the beach again, this time ignoring the rules and taking at least a moment to check out every couple or group that’s fucking on the beach. It’s useless though, and as we reach the other end I’m pissed off. We’ve spent most of the day going around this island, at least an hour and a half of it walking up and down a beach where everyone’s fucking but none of them are Arthur Pinchot, and I feel like I’ve been wasting my time. Larissa keeps going, over some rocks and I follow her, finding us in a quiet, private cove that can’t be more than a few yards wide, just the two of us. She looks around, shaking her head. “Damn.”
“What?” I fume. “No massive orgy going on here?”
She turns, noticing my tone of voice for the first time. “I was just checking. What’s got your ass?”
Her tone of voice pushes me over the edge and I grab her, pulling her to me and bending her over my lap. “My ass?” I growl, smacking her upturned cheeks sharply. “I’ve been wasting my fucking time here, and you know it!”
Larissa kicks and tries to fight me, but I’m aware of her tricks now and hold her tightly, spanking her ass again. It feels good, the sting on my skin and the feel of her writhing body in my lap making my cock surge to full hardness again. “You asshole!”
“Watch it, Larissa. Or else that’s next,” I threaten, spanking her a third and fourth time. The fourth smack, she tenses, then pushes back into my hand, moaning deeply in her chest as I rub the warm flesh, exploring the curve of her ass. “You’re a bad girl.”
“Mmmm, yes...” Larissa whispers, turning to look me in the face. Her eyes are dark, violet almost bordering on deep purple as desire fills us both and she smiles. “I’m very bad.”
“Then you get what you deserve,” I growl, spanking her again and again. With each blow I can feel her stomach rub against my cock and her pussy grind on my leg, her eyes never leaving mine as I let my desire flow. I smack her harder and harder, my fingers leaving imprints on the twin tan globes of her ass, but instead of protesting Larissa pushes back harder, gasping with every smack. I can feel her juices dripping down my leg and I can’t stand it any more, I pick her up and pull her around, twisting her in my lap so that she can straddle my waist and I pull her down onto my raging cock, kissing her hotly as she sits her full weight onto my lap, filling her with one thrust. “Fuck me!”
“Yes…,” Larissa moans, lifting her hips and riding my cock. Her breasts lift up to my lips and I take her right nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking hard on the coconut scented skin, teasing her nipple until it’s diamond hard in my mouth. I reach around her with my arms to grab her still warm ass cheeks and squeeze, Larissa howling in lust and maybe pain as I maul them while she lifts and lowers herself on my cock, both of us moaning as the pleasure runs through me.
Fucking Larissa isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. The way she grips me, the way her body feels in my hands, it’s like we aren’t two people fucking but two halves of the same whole, giving and taking from each other simultaneously. When I suck on her breasts it isn’t because I want to pleasure her, but because I want to feast on her bountiful skin, but she loves it. As she rides my cock, I can tell that she’s totally riding it for herself, but the feeling of her pussy squeezing and massaging my shaft and the feeling of my cockhead rubbing against the firm ridges inside her is maddening it’s so intense.
And at the same time, there’s something in the way she rides me that tells me that she’s giving in to me too. It raises the powerful side of me, the side that she’s woken up inside me, first with her girls but more intensely with her. It’s the side of me that loves hearing her cry out as she rides me, the side that gasps in pain when I bite her left nipple and tug on it, her pussy clamping down on me even as she slams down into my lap as I do.
I’m growling, pulling her down on top of me and kissing her hard even as Larissa’s hips drive us both higher and higher, my balls aching with the need I’ve had for hours to come. I wasn’t lying when I turned the blonde woman down on the sand, after fucking Larissa there’s no other woman in the world who can compare. Poor blondie, she’d be putty in our hands too.
“I’m… I’m going to...” Larissa says, and I kiss her again, biting her lip as I do and she comes, screaming in pain and pleasure as her pussy tightens around my cock to the point of pain myself, pushing me over the edge. I drive my cock up even though I’m all the way inside her and explode, filling her and taking her higher, both of us reaching heaven together.
As it fades, I let go of her now bruised lip, kissing her softly instead. “Come on,” I whisper, stroking her back tenderly. “Let’s get washed off in the ocean, and the get dressed. Pinchot isn’t here, we need to get back to work.”
Larissa looks disappointed, but nods, climbing off of my body to walk down to the ocean where she splashes in, me right behind. I want to say more, but like I said, we’ve got work to do.
Larissa
Putting my clothes back on at the car, I’m torn again, a feeling that’s becoming far too familiar with Stephen around. On one hand, the warmth in my ass and the soreness on my nipples and on my lip feels great. The pain was exquisite, especially as he spanked me harder and harder, confident that I could take his strength, and the feeling of fucking him while my bruised ass bounced up and down on his lap was something I’ve missed for too long. Even in his words, they were just right, possessive and powerful and playful all at the same time.
But why he was pushed over the edge, that pisses me off. I didn’t bring Stephen to Satyr’s Cove just to tempt him into fucking me. Sure, I was aware of his body, it was impossible not to be even as soon as he rubbed the tanning oil into my back. If he’d pushed my legs apart right there I might have fucked him, his gentle strength had my pussy aching, a fire that only grew when I got to rub his lotion into his back. That fire dimmed slightly as we started walking, but was nearly a raging inferno when he turned down the blonde woman. She was pretty, and most men would have a difficult time turning down a three way with her involved. Stephen did it without a second glance in her direction, and then later, when he said why, I nearly fell to my knees to beg him to fuck me right there.
I stayed professional though. I didn’t take him to Satyr’s Cove to seduce him. I even did a second sweep with him, even though I could tell after the first time that Arthur Pinchot wasn’t there. And the little side cove, that was a place that came to me just as we approached the rocks from that side, a place where I’d taken rest and refuge my first time on the beach, a place where I knew people could find some privacy if they wanted.
So why blame me for the failure to find the man? Leads don’t pan out all the time, that’s part and parcel of the intelligence field. I don’t say anything though as we go back to the car and get dressed, checking out bars and resorts for the rest of evening until finally frustration gets the better of u
s. “Fuck it, let’s get some sleep,” Stephen says as his watch beeps midnight. “I’m exhausted.”
He’s exhausted. He’s not the one who woke up early, got the information we’ve been looking for, piloted a jet, got spanked and fucked, and still found the energy to check out nearly two dozen places without even stopping for dinner. Thanks a lot, you inconsiderate asshole. “Fine. The Network has a private villa, we can sleep there.”
Stephen nods, half distracted as I drive us up into the hills away from the shoreline and a little higher in elevation. The evening wind is nice at least as I lean against the railing on the terrace, looking down on the town of Chora, the biggest of the villages on the island. I get on my phone, sending a message to Nikolai that so far we haven’t found Arthur Pinchot before shutting it down for the night.
As I look out over the twinkling lights down below, some of the resort clubs still going strong like they will until sunrise, my thoughts turn again to Stephen. I know what pisses me off about him, even more than his blaming me for the futile search today, is that he has so much of what I want. Strength, power, a dominating charisma that makes my pussy wet even when we’re trying to be professional… no man in years has had the combination to spank me the way Stephen did today, pushing me hard that way before pulling me on top. Even on top, I wasn’t the one in charge, fucking him because he demanded that I fuck him, all of it adding up to a sensual, sexual release like I’ve wanted for so long.
But he’s still so undisciplined. He shouldn’t have spanked me for punishment over something that I didn’t do wrong. It shows his inexperience. A good dominant doesn’t let his emotions take over, administering punishment without the harsh edge that Stephen had today. An out of control dom is a dangerous dom, a dom who can hurt his sub without knowing it. That’s something that worries me.
