“Here, can I show you something?” Brad asks. “I’ll show you what makes me feel good.”
“Oh, I want to make you feel this good, too,” Jane says.
“You’re such a good girl,” Brad moans.
He takes her hand and places it on his cock. He wraps his hand around it to show her how he likes it, stroking it up and down with the right pressure. Jane feels him getting harder and more aroused.
“Oh, I love your pretty hand, sweetheart,” he says. “You know exactly how to turn me on.”
Jane is surprised and glad she’s made him feel this good. She was always nervous that a man would think she was boring and lame.
He takes his hand off and she keeps going. Brad lays back in the bath, soaking in the pleasure. He’s still holding her ass, squeezing it more and more the deeper the pleasure he feels.
“Fuck, Jane, you are so hot. Keep giving it to me, princess,” Brad groans.
Jane strokes him faster and harder.
Brad reaches down to her pussy, gently places his two fingers inside, and pushes in and out slowly. Jane screams with pleasure.
“Oh, Brad, I fucking love you. Your… fingers… oh my God… they feel sooooo...” She bites his neck trying to contain herself.
Brad looks into her eyes. “Jane, I love you so much. I really want you to get on top of me right now. I want to give you the best night of your life.”
“I want you, too.
He grabs her hips and lifts her up onto his cock, positioning her opening on the edge of it.
“Now baby, don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. We’ll take this as slow as you need, okay?” Brad reassures.
“Okay. I trust you, Brad.”
“Good.”
He feels her pussy tighten over his cock, and he knows she wants him. He pushes her hips down a little bit more, and he can feel he’s inside of her a bit.
“Mmmm… that’s a bit tight, but I like it,” she smiles.
“Just relax, my dear. You’re doing great.”
He sucks on her tits, and it opens her up even more. She immediately slides down onto his cock. They stay there and look into each other’s eyes.
“Oh my God, Brad, you feel amazing inside of me. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Me, too, Jane. You are so delicate on top of me.”
He slightly moves her hips in circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone.
Jane moans and puts her head back. Electricity shoots through her body.
“Give me more, Brad, I want more of you.”
He rubs her faster around his cock and lifts her hips up and down, getting her all excited. She has no idea what’s happening to her body. She feels out of control.
He licks her nipples and sucks them for so long, and she keeps getting more and more excited.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. What is happening? I’m losing my mind,” she says out loud.
“You’re such a fucking hot, gorgeous babe, Jane. I love how you fuck me.”
Suds are splashing everywhere, and Jane’s body goes wild.
“Give it to me, Jane. Let go. Come all over my cock, you bad, naughty girl.”
Just as he said that, Jane lets go and experiences an orgasm throughout her whole body—her tits shaking, her body gyrating, and her pussy tightening more and more.
“That’s a girl, keep it coming. You turn me on so much, you skanky girl,” Brad says, smacking her ass lightly and then rubbing it.
Brad’s cock gets thicker and thicker. He moves Jane faster and faster up and down. He explodes inside of her, and Jane can feel his come dripping through her.
“Uhhhhhhhhh… you are killing me, Jane. I love it. You are the hottest woman I’ve ever met. Keep fucking me. Oh, God, yeah...” Brad moans.
Jane moves his hands from her hips and takes over, bouncing up and down on him and giving him exactly what he wants. She has lost all inhibitions and wants his come to keep squirting inside her.
She gets excited again and rubs her clit all around him, getting herself horny and feeling another orgasm coming.
“I could fuck you forever, Brad Halliwell. I want your cock so badly.”
Brad loves how she takes control of him and satisfies herself. She is a wild tiger in hiding.
“I knew you had such a naughty girl inside of you, Jane. I adore it,” Brad says, encouraging her to come again.
He pulls her off his cock and has her lay back on the other side of the bath.
“Here, take it easy. Let me do all the work now,” he says.
He reaches down, sticks three fingers inside her, and pushes in and out quickly.
“You’re such a naughty, slutty, princess, Ms. Bryden. I’ve got to make sure I keep you satisfied so some other man doesn’t take you from me.”
Brad uses his other hand to rub her clit, and pulses the one inside her back and forth. Her thighs widen, and she feels so at ease, taking him in and letting him take control of her body.
She leans back while her pussy tightens and opens, tightens and opens, and then releases her juices all over his fingers. She scratches his back with her fingernails and screams out loud while she orgasms.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…”
“God, you’re so wild, Jane. I love it.”
She releases, he pulls his fingers out of her, and they lay beside each other in the bath. She puts her head on his chest, and he strokes her hair.
“You are so wonderful, Jane,” he says, kissing her forehead.
“You’re amazing, Brad,” she says, looking up to him. “Thank you for the best night ever.”
Chapter 46
The next morning, Jane wakes up in Brad’s room, but Brad is not there.
“That’s weird, where did he go?”
She imagined her first time would have them snuggling the whole next day, unable to take their hands off each other. Instead, he has abandoned her.
“Oh God, this feels terrible,” Jane moans and rolls over.
Her mind starts racing with other possibilities, wondering if maybe he’s gone out to get her flowers or buy her breakfast. Her heart feels hopeful that he is surprising her with something special.
She sleeps in for a little bit longer, waiting for him to return, but he doesn’t.
She rolls out of bed and notices a note on the bedside table. Beside it is a finger vibrator. The note says, ‘Thank you for last night, precious. Here’s something for when you think of me…’
What does that mean? Is he ditching her? Is he really just a player? Where has he gone? Is she just some sex toy?
Jane gets mad and throws the vibrator across the room.
“Fuck you!”
She starts crying on the bed, feeling used and betrayed. She punches the bed and pillows. “You goddamn fucking bastard! I knew it! You only fucking wanted me for sex!”
She gets out of bed and grabs her stuff, ready to go over to her room and check out.
She notices a table with breakfast set up on it with roses, freshly squeezed juice, and covered plates to keep the food warm. She notices a newspaper partly opened on the table.
The headlines say, ‘Billionaire Brad Halliwell Wanted for Failing to Pay Child Support. Authorities Vow to Make the Arrest When He Returns to the States.’
What the hell is this? Jane is shocked. Is this why he brought her here? Is this why he left? Is she now stuck on this island? Will she be implicated?
She is panic stricken and doesn’t know what to do or where to turn. She feels anger, shame, shock, and grief all at once. She is paralyzed. Where can she turn?
She runs out the door and goes to her room. She quickly gets dressed, packs up her things, and goes down to the front desk.
She sees John there.
“John!” Jane says panting. “I’m so glad you’re here!”
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not. I have to get off this island. Can you help me?” Jane asks desperately.
“Yes, of course, but
why? Where’s Brad?”
“He’s an outlaw? He is wanted in the States! He’ll be arrested when he returns there,” Jane tries to explain quickly. “He doesn’t know I’m leaving. I’m terrified that I’m trapped here.”
“Okay, settle down, Jane. It’s okay. Relax. I’ll take care of it.”
John takes her to the back and promises not to tell Brad she is there. He makes arrangements for a private jet to come and get Jane to take her back to the States. Jane is beside herself, crying and so afraid.
“What the hell have I done?” Jane cries. “I can’t believe I slept with him, John. I gave him my virginity. To a criminal!”
“Don’t blame yourself, dear. You wouldn’t have known. I’m shocked about this, quite honestly. Are you sure it wasn’t some tabloid?”
“No, it was the New York Star.”
“Oh…” John says, disappointed.
The driver comes to get Jane to take her to the airport.
“Where’s Mr. Halliwell?” asks Sam calmly.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” says Jane. “Just get me out of here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies. “He hurt you that badly?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Sam,” she says, trying to hold back her tears. She puts her sunglasses on.
“I understand.”
They get to the airport and Jane boards the plane to head back home. She looks at the island through the window, and it all seems to be lost hopes and broken dreams. She reflects on all the things Brad said and now sees he was playing her the whole time. She doubts herself and wonders if she will ever be able to trust a man again.
The plane lands in New York three hours later, and a cab takes her back to her place. She goes into the apartment and finds an eviction notice on her door. She pulls it off and tears it up.
“Oh, damn it. I don’t have time for this,” Jane says, flopping on her bed. She sees her answering machine light flashing. The mail has piled up. Life just feels so heavy right now.
“I hate you, New York!” she screams out loud. “You have taken every fucking dream of mine, twisted it, shattered it, and taken away my dignity! I want nothing to do with you!”
Jane sobs in her pillow until she falls asleep. She wakes up at about nine p.m. and rolls out of bed. She reaches for the phone to call her mom.
“Mom, I’ve had it. I’m done with New York. I’m coming home.”
“What? Why? I thought everything was fine there.”
“No, it’s not, Mom. I’m lonely, I hate this city, and my dreams are getting crushed. I’m done with ballet.”
“Oh dear, sweetie. Maybe you just need a break away from things. You know you can come home anytime.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“Well, I have to save up some money for your plane ticket. Can you give me two weeks?” says her mom earnestly.
“Yes, of course. Thanks, Mom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I love you, sweetie. Don’t you worry. We’ll take care of you.”
Jane starts sobbing and feeling guilty she lied to her mom. She didn’t tell her that she’d been away for a week, or that she slept with a strange man who is now a wanted criminal.
“Oh Jane, you know what’s crazy. I saw in the New York Star about that billionaire, Brad Halliwell, that everyone keeps talking about.”
“Oh, really? I haven’t been following.”
“Well, that bastard hasn’t been paying child support to a woman he slept with years ago. What a jerk! These people with money, I tell you,” she says.
“Yeah, that’s awful, Mom. Where do they get off?” Jane replies, feeling a pit of shame in her stomach. “Mom, I have to go. I’m not feeling too well. Thanks for everything.”
“Yes, dear. Take care of yourself. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Jane hangs up. She rolls over, hugs her teddy bear, and falls back asleep.
Chapter 47
Brad wakes up in the morning and sees Jane laying there. Her hair is light and wispy, laying on the satin pillow so beautifully. He strokes the strands, and she whimpers a bit.
He kisses her shoulder and caresses her arm gently. He looks at her with infatuation.
Whispering in her ear, he says, “You are the most precious young woman, Jane. I adore you.”
She doesn’t hear him and even rolls over to get comfortable again.
There is a knock at the door. Brad goes over to open it and finds that it’s room service. Right, he forgot he ordered it the day before as part of this whole experience. He was going to suggest they lay in bed all day and just make love, eat in, and do nothing else.
“Where would you like me to put it, sir,” asks the waiter.
“Right over there, please. Thank you,” he says.
The waiter leaves after Brad gives him a tip.
Brad goes back to the table to make sure everything is in order. He notices the New York Star on the table and sees the headlines.
“Oh, fuck!” says Brad. “What the hell?”
Brad doesn’t want to upset Jane, so he gets dressed quietly and leaves the room to go call his lawyer downstairs from the private meeting room. He pulls out the gift he was going to give to Jane tomorrow while he is off doing business, the finger vibrator. He writes a note to her, just in case she wakes up, hoping that she will not.
This is not what he wanted for today, and he is horrified he has to leave Jane behind. He hopes he can make a quick call and come straight back upstairs.
Brad panics. Even though he knew this could be a consequence, he didn’t realize how much he would be affected. His heart races with anger and fear.
He lets the front desk know not to disturb him in the private meeting room. They have heard the news and they see the panic in his eyes.
“Would you like us to bring you a coffee and a muffin, sir?”
“No, I hope it won’t be long.”
An hour passes by and Brad is on and off the phone with various people, including the media. He’s trying to explain himself and get his side of the story out to the world.
After Brad hangs up and leaves the room, he bumps into John.
“Good morning, John,” Brad says.
“Good morning, sir,” John says, but with disdain in his voice.
Brad has not heard that side of John before. He asks what is going on with him and if there was something he has said or done to upset him.
“Sir, with all due respect, I have to say I don’t like how you treated Jane. She is a fine young lady with a trusting heart,” John says.
“I don’t know what you mean, John, but I agree she is a fine woman. She is the first woman who has trusted me so openly.”
Brad walks up to his room, shaking his head, wishing people would just stay out of his personal life. He opens the door and walks in.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he says to Jane. He is ready to go over to the bed and kiss her from her head to her toes and send shivers up her spine, then make love to her slowly and gently.
As he moves into the room, he notices the note card crumpled on the bed, the vibrator tossed on the floor, and the pillows in shambles. There is no Jane.
“Oh my God, where is she? Where did she go?” Brad is in tears. He starts to leave the room and passes by the breakfast table. He notices the newspaper has been opened up.
“Oh God, she saw the headline!”
Brad is horrified. He falls to the floor and starts sobbing.
“I didn’t do it, Jane. It’s not my child. I swear to you!” He cries on the floor, afraid he will never see Jane again.
He gets up to go knock on her door. No answer. He goes down to the front desk and asks if they have seen her.
John comes up to him. “Jane has her dignity, Mr. Halliwell. She left about an hour ago. I called her a private jet and put it on your tab. Fire me if you want, but it was the least I could do for her. She heard the news about you, and is really shaken up about it. Quite frankly, all of
us are,” John says courageously.
“I understand, John. Thank you for taking care of her. Honestly, this is not my child they are talking about. I’ve never met this woman, and even if I have, I had no idea she was pregnant. She’s just using this to defame me for some reason.”
“Well, we don’t know who to trust, Mr. Halliwell, though we know you have treated us well. I hope what you are saying is true.”
“It is, John. It is,” Brad says, trying to redeem himself.
Brad calls the driver, Sam, to find out if her flight has left.
“Yes, sir, about 10 minutes ago.”
“Damn it.” Brad hangs up the phone. He’s beside himself. He can’t go to the States to reach her and explain things. This is a nightmare.
Brad goes to the beach and tries to settle down. He orders two piña coladas and sucks them back.
“All I can do at this point is wait,” he sighs, falling back on the lawn chair and catching the sun.
He’s so depressed that he can’t be close to Jane and comfort her right now. All he wanted to do was make her feel special and desired today.
He had plans to sleep in, feed her strawberries, roll over onto her, kiss her tits and her belly button, lick her inside and out, and get her all juicy. He wanted them to spend the day in the room, naked, aroused, and making love. Not this.
She must be absolutely devastated right now and that tears him up inside. Worse, he can’t go and make it right. This has to be the worst day of his life.
Chapter 48
Jane has slept in her bed for two days, not opening the blinds, not taking a shower, and not answering the phone. She has hardly eaten anything.
There is a knock at the door.
“Jane? Jane. Are you there? It’s me, Martha. I’m worried about you. I know you’ve been home for the last couple of days. Brad called me.”
“Go away, Martha. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want you to see me this way.”
“I’m not leaving, Jane. Let’s talk, please dear. I will only listen. No judgement. I brought you some cupcakes, your favorite kind, chocolate peanut butter. Come on, sweetie,” Martha encourages.
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