by J. J. Sorel
“Have you been in?” I asked, hoping she’d jump up and hold me. I was desperate to do just that.
“Yes, it was lovely,” she said, sounding formal and not like the girl who had let me fuck her so hard she’d ripped my flesh with her nails.
I tossed the ball for Rocket. “How are you?”
“Yeah. I’m okay. I thought you’d still be in New York.” She had dark glasses on, so I couldn’t see her eyes, which was a good thing. She always managed to spellbind me with those large brown eyes.
“Well, then.” I sighed. “I need to throw myself into the water.” I smiled. “Do you want to come in for a splash?”
“No. I’m good, thanks.” She flashed a quick if not cool smile.
I trod heavily on the sand. That was painful. I was over asking to be forgiven for the millionth time, considering it wasn’t my fault.
She was making me sweat. I put it down to her youth and inexperience. I supposed I’d be severely pissed if I saw a naked man holding her. Nevertheless, Clarissa struck me as stubborn, or was she just strong? She was stronger than me, because I was falling apart.
How could she be so cool and collected? Fuck. I ached. As did my cock. I turned again to look at her. She was lying on her tummy, and I could see her nearly naked ass. I thought I was going to come on the spot. There was no way I could not have this girl again. My mouth watered at the thought of taking her from behind and feeling her chubby butt against my balls.
I needed to taste her again, to savor her sweetness. It was a flavor that my tongue had never encountered before. As I pounded the sand, I was determined to win Clarissa back. Even if it meant leaping over a pit of flesh-eating creatures.
The swim calmed me. I went hard and fast. I needed it. Nothing gave me a better release than a hard workout. It helped chase the blues. And I had plenty to chase away. The episode in New York with Jessica, for one, and then there was Bryce slobbering in my ear for an endless supply of cash.
When I popped up, I stood in waist-high water. Clarissa came towards me. What a goddess. Her tits jiggled up and down, just like when she straddled me with her rosebud lips apart, moaning sweetly.
She dived into the water, and I swam up to her. Rocket was the first to get to her. She bobbed up and down, patting him and giggling. I loved seeing the girl in her.
I was there by her side in a flash. Oh, those erect nipples. What I wouldn’t do to have them in my mouth. I tossed the ball to her. Happy to play, she jumped up to catch it. My balls were blue as I watched her bounce up and down. I had to move to deeper water.
Rocket swam out to fetch the ball.
I swam over to Clarissa and took her in my arms. There was no resistance. She just melted into my body.
She gazed up and started to cry.
My heart felt like it would rip in half.
“I’m just too weak, Aidan. I can’t stop wanting to be with you,” she said. I held her tight.
“Then will you let me possess you?” I asked, staring deeply into her watery eyes.
“I’m already possessed.” Her voice caressed my soul.
Our lips met, tasting of salt and tears. It was equally emotional for me. I’d never felt this way before. The overpowering lust that had been making me ache had dissolved into an indescribable need to protect Clarissa. To make her happy at any cost.
Her soft, cushiony lips parted, and our tongues, hot and needy, entangled in a snaky swirl. While I’d unlocked the woman in her, Clarissa had unlocked something deep in me that words could not describe.
I felt her hand on my cock. Oh my. Clarissa was hungry, all right. I loved this new assertive version—no longer a shaky hand but one on a campaign to take me whole.
She massaged my hard cock in such a way that I was about to come on the spot. My impatient fingers hooked into her swimsuit bottoms and ripped them off.
Her giggle was an elixir that I wished I could bottle.
Clarissa floated her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. I could feel her heart beating hard against mine, which was almost at breaking point.
I lifted her effortlessly so that I could find that delectable little opening. My finger went in first. Oh… I sighed deeply. She was hot, wet, and so ready.
The sunset was burning into the blue sky. It was the color of fire—a carbon copy of how I felt.
My cock finally made its way in.
It was like the first time, tight and clenching me to the point of no return. I knew I wasn’t going to last.
Until Clarissa, I’d never experienced this kind of flesh-tingling heat before. I could barely breathe.
“You’re a goddess.” I’d only been inside her for seconds. I’d moved my cock in and out once. The way she vacuumed me, her cunt swallowed my cock and chewed it in a way that tormented me.
The orgasm, although premature, was so intense that my gasps stretched out to sea.
“Marry me.”
Clarissa stopped writhing under my hands. Her arms wrapped around my neck. She pulled back her wet face so that she could look into my eyes. Her brow lowered. “What?”
“Marry me,” I said.
“But we’ve only just met,” she said, attempting to undo herself. I held on tight. I wasn’t ready to let go. It would break the spell.
“Aidan, you don’t need to marry me. I just freaked out when I saw that image.
I kissed her sweetly.
Releasing her, I lifted my shorts.
Taking Clarissa by the hand, I led her out of the water. “No woman has ever fucked me in the sunset like that. No woman has ever tasted the way you do.” I looked into her beautiful, big brown eyes. My finger traced her full lips and continued down her décolletage to her heavy tits dripping with water.
“I need to devour you, all night long, slowly and repeatedly until I’ve swallowed everything you’ve got. What do you say? A night on the yacht? It’s a perfect night for it.”
Her surprised frown melted into a sweet smile. “That sounds nice.”
I stepped behind so that I could feast on her glorious naked butt. The thought of my tongue and cock ravaging her all night long made my swelling cock groan.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CLARISSA
“He asked you to marry him?” Tabitha sat on a rug on the floor. Her bare legs tangled in the lotus position.
“Tabs, that looks really uncomfortable. You’re putting me off my muffin.”
Unraveling her long limbs, Tabitha laughed. As she was dressed in shorts and a halter-neck blouse, her bruises were alarmingly on display.
“What did you say?”
“I told him that we should wait a while.”
A knot formed in my gut, again. The moment Aidan proposed, an argument raged between my heart and head. I kept reliving how delicious it felt—my body floating in his strong arms as I gazed at those eyes that resembled the sky. What a romantic scene. Immersed in the sea against an awe-inspiring sunset. It felt intensely spiritual.
I choked back tears as I relived a moment that would remain etched forever in my soul.
Tabitha sighed with frustration. “You’re so predictable. The richest man in LA, who happens to be lusted after by every flesh-eating bimbo alive, wants to spend his life with you.” She spread her hands. “What? You’re not in love?”
“I am in love, Tabs. But it’s too soon. I only met him a few months ago.”
“I only met Evan six weeks ago. And look at us.”
“Yeah, well. You know how I feel about that. I mean, look at your back, Tabi. You’re covered in welts.”
“Sexy, aren’t they?” She raised her brows and giggled.
“They’re not sexy. They’re a sign of abuse. How can you go out like that? Don’t people stare? And your wrists are all red. And what’s that around your neck?”
“Fuck, Clary. What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?”
“Apt analogy, considering they tortured their women back then in similar barbarous ways.”
“It’s not barbaric. I am a consenting
partner. Evan thinks my little marks are sexy. And I tend to agree.”
My face crumpled in disbelief. “What’s that around your neck? He hasn’t tried to strangle you, has he?” My voice went up in pitch.
Tabitha was not only impressionable, but she was drawn into anything that rocked the foundation of normality. And playing the role of a submissive was just the type of thing my highly susceptible friend would do if it meant holding onto a relationship that promised excitement.
“It’s my dog collar,” she said, her lips curling up into a grin.
My jaw dropped. “What?”
Tabitha giggled. “You should see your face.”
I rolled my eyes. “Cough up, sister.”
Tabitha opened a drawer next to the sofa and pulled out a diamante-studded collar with a long chain attached, swinging it before me.
“You’re fucking kidding me, Tabs. He makes you wear that?”
Tabitha held onto her belly and laughed raucously. I could see that she was taking joy from my shock. “Clary, he doesn’t make me do anything I don’t want to. In many ways, I have the power in this arrangement.”
“You’re a nut job, Tabs. Can’t you see that it’s pure manipulation?”
“I love the theatrics. The sex is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The orgasms are intense and pleasurable. I wouldn’t change anything.”
“Tell me, does he control the chain like he would a dog’s?”
Tabitha’s lips twitched. “You could say that.”
“What? On hands and knees?” Incredulous, I spoke in a shrill voice.
“Oh, Clary, it’s not as bad as you think. If anything, it’s a lot of fun. I giggle a lot more than I did in other relationships. That is, when he lets me.”
“What? You’re not even allowed to laugh when you want?”
She rocked her head. “Sort of. He’s my master. I have to talk only when he lets me. That includes giggling and so forth.”
“What happened to the Tabitha Hendry that used to fight for women’s rights?”
“I am still that person. This is a game, Clary. I’m having a ball. And that is that. In fact, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. And Evan would do anything for me. He does. He won’t let me work. He lets me have anything I want. He’s simply gorgeous in every single way.”
“He’s not making you have sex with women, or orgies, or anything kinky like that?”
“No way, we’re both too jealous to share. I’d cut his balls off if I knew he was fucking around. I told him that. And you know what he said?”
I shook my head.
“He told me that he’d be more inclined to chop off his balls rather than cheat on me—the most perfect woman on the planet.”
“Hm… I suppose that’s a compliment, if not a little too bloody for my sensibility.”
“Oh, don’t go all Jane Austen on me, Clarissa. The last time I heard, you and Mr. Big Cock were swallowing each other whole.”
I had to laugh. Tabitha joined me with her infectious cackle.
“Clarissa Thornhill. Mm… that sounds very nineteenth century. Suits you right down to the ground.”
“Yes, it does have a nice ring. But then, I like Moone as well. Maybe Moone-Thornhill.”
Tabitha grimaced. “No, it’s too wanky-do.”
“Wanky-do?”
She pulled my braid playfully. “Come on, let’s go shopping. I want to buy some sexy underwear. Evan keeps ripping my panties.”
Mm… now that was something we had in common. If Aidan wasn’t ripping my panties, he would take them. While a part of me recoiled at the thought of my day-worn undergarment sitting in his pocket, my saucier side was aroused by the thought of it.
“Well, what’s that expression, Clarissa? Are you being all Miss Prissy again over a bit of panty ripping?”
“No…” It was hard keeping a straight face.
“Ah… so Aidan’s rather partial to destroying panties as well, is he?”
I nodded slowly. My lips tightened into a smirk.
“Tell me, does he bury his nose in them? While playing with himself?” Tabitha had that cheeky look I recognized well. She was addicted to being shocking. It was etched in her DNA. I’d seen it at school, when as a defiant and fearless six-year-old, she would pull faces at everyone.
“You’re so gutter, Tabitha Hendry.”
She blew on her nails. “Ha… and loving it.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
We sat at Sammy’s, exhausted after a solid morning of shopping. The waiter brought us our lunch, and we ate like it was our last meal.
“Hey, you haven’t shown me that image that Aidan’s ex sent you. I hope you kept it. I’m dying to see it.”
“I kept it. Only because I knew you’d want to see it,” I said, chewing into my steak sandwich.
“Well then, show me,” said Tabitha.
I brought out my phone and scrolled down. I didn’t even want to look at it, so I passed it straight to Tabitha. “Here. Aidan made me promise to delete it.”
Tabitha’s eyebrows lifted. “She’s stacked. But they look fake. Natural boobies don’t sit up so high.”
“They are fake,” I said with icy disdain.
“Even her butt. I’d say she’s had implants inserted. It’s so icky.”
“Isn’t it? I can’t imagine doing that. It’s pure vanity.”
“Nothing wrong with a little bit of enhancement here and there. But not the knife. That’s really taking it too far,” said Tabitha.
“Spoken by someone whose very flesh is being attacked every night.”
“Not every night, Clary. Shit. Some nights it’s just good old plain-vanilla sex.”
“Hm… nothing wrong with vanilla sex in my book.”
She tapped my nose. “You’re being all Miss Prissy, Clary. Got to keep our men happy. Can’t have them getting restless and bored.”
“I can’t see that happening. Not after the skanky lingerie you made me buy today,” I said.
“Nothing wrong with crotchless panties. You know what they say: a goddess in the kitchen and a slut in the bedroom is the best way to keep a man.”
“Then we’ve got some work to do,” I said.
“How?” She frowned.
“For starters, you’re the only person I know who burns water. And as for me, I can hardly jump in the kitchen with Will cooking up a storm of yummy dishes. What am I going to cook? A cheese omelet?”
“You’re a great cook, Clary. I recall some memorable stir-fries. But you’re right about me. I’m going to take cooking lessons. Evan doesn’t mind, though. He’s a great cook. He likes getting around in the kitchen, actually.”
“So, you haven’t told me what you think of the photo.”
“She’s sexy that’s for sure. But Aidan’s stiff.”
“Stiff?” My face contorted.
Tabitha laughed. “Poor choice of adjective. Let me rephrase that. His body language expresses disinterest.”
“Mm… yeah, that’s what I thought. And that’s why I forgave him.”
“As you should you crazy girl. This Jessica is determined to get him back. It’s predictable behavior for a spoiled, society chick. You’re going to have to weather it, Clary. Marry him. Go on. I can design the day for you. I’d love to do that.”
“If and when I do, I promise you will be there with me all the way, Tabs. Now tell me something.”
“What?”
“Do you crawl on your hands and knees naked? When you have the dog collar on.”
A slow, wicked smile painted Tabitha’s pretty face. “Most of the time.”
“Ick. Tabi, that’s so crude.”
“Isn’t it? And then, when I’m not expecting it, he enters me, and whoa, it is hot. Evan is really…” She held her hands wide apart. “There’s definitely a fine line between pleasure and pain, that’s for sure.”
I shouldn’t have asked. Suddenly I visualized my best friend on her hands and knees being impaled by a man in leather. It put me o
ff my food.
“You should try it some time,” said Tabitha, taking a sip of her wine.
“No way. I’m too much of a cry-baby for that kind of pain.”
“He doesn’t really hurt me that much. Maybe you could spank Aidan. You never know—he might like it.”
“No…” I sighed, recalling a recent little spanking that Aidan had given me for going out without panties. I must admit it was hot, and I had come pretty violently afterwards. Maybe my friend had something there.
After I left Tabitha, I decided to swing by my apartment, which I still paid rent for. Just in case, one day, I needed to return.
Aidan, unsurprisingly, wanted me to let go of it. But after recent events with Jessica, I felt I needed it there in the tragic event Aidan let me down again. I think he sensed that. I was sure that’s why he wanted me to move in with him upstairs.
I couldn’t believe how certain he was about us. Sensing there were other things he was keeping from me, I didn’t share his confidence about our relationship.
Predictably, it wasn’t easy to find a parking space close to my apartment. Which was a nuisance, given that my mission was to collect boxes to take back to the cottage. I needed my paints and drawing materials so that I could complete the sketch of the rose garden, which I planned to give to Aidan.
Taking the shortcut to my apartment, I cut across an alleyway. It wasn’t the most pleasant of places, but during the daylight it was generally pretty safe. Nevertheless, I hurried along.
Covering my nose, I was half way down the decaying alleyway, which smelt like a sewerage dump, when I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I turned to look. And there before me stood Bryce, sneering into my face.
The muscles in my legs went so rigid the veins popped.
“Hello, sexy girl.” He was unshaven in a neglectful way. His eyes had dark rings, and his face looked drawn and haggard.
But it was his eyes that really provoked. They were coated with that same unnerving snigger as the night of the ball when his rough hands had pawed my icy flesh.
My throat tightened. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been following you, Clarissa. And now you’re coming with me.”
Bryce grabbed a hold of me. I tried to struggle out of his grasp, but he proved too strong for me.
