Learning to Trust: Limits

by B. B. Roman

  Ah, what the hell. I had never gone skinny dipping before, and although this certainly wasn't exactly the same thing, I figured this feeling was just part of the appeal. I pulled everything off until I was as naked as can be, fighting the urge to cover myself with my hands. "I'm coming in!" I yelled. I felt free, liberated. I needed to just have fun for at least a minute or two.

  "Welcome!" Roland said as my figure appeared rose from the ladder. "Get inside before that guy with the telescope sees you!"

  "Shut up," I whined. I sort of jumped in and splashed him the best I could without doing something too risky. There wasn't a NO DIVING sign, but I was smart enough to realize that obviously I shouldn't make too grand of an entrance into a jacuzzi. "Oh my god!" I cried out, the warmth literally overwhelming me. It was a beautiful feeling, the jets rushing against my skin, the bubbles swarming around me and gobbling me alive.

  "It's nice, huh? I love coming out here," Roland said. "I don't get to do it often enough." Like a magician, he reached over the side of the tub and fiddled with something momentarily. When his hands returned, he was holding yet another bottle of champagne. He set it down on the ledge and then grabbed two glasses to accompany it.

  "Where the hell does that keep coming from?" I asked. "You've always got champagne somewhere!"

  "Are you complaining?" He was already pouring me a glass.

  "Absolutely not." I laughed and took the glass from him.

  "To success," he said.

  "To success!" I clinked my glass against his.

  For a brief moment—I did my best to quiet my mind after this—I thought about how different things had been lately. I had gone through that period where Roland acted like I didn't even exist, like I was literally nobody. It had been so frustrating and then came all of my suspicions and the incident with Frederic and everything else. And now, I was undercover, working against this guy just as he became everything I could have wanted in a man. He was being so supportive and reasonable, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn't suspecting some severe ulterior motive. Would that prove to be a mistake?

  Roland and I playfully sat in that jacuzzi for far longer than we should have. The idyllic view of the lake made it intoxicating in the same way the alcohol was, because the longer we stared at it, the slower we moved. By that time, I was sitting in front of him, his arms and legs wrapped around my body as I straddled the ledge.

  He stood up, unable to hide his erection in the late-afternoon sun I chuckled softly, but couldn't deny that just seeing it made me tingle. "Come with me," he said, leaning forward to help me out of the water. I took his hand and allowed him to lift me until I got a solid footing and then followed him down the ladder.

  We walked toward the far edge of the patio where there was an outdoor room, one that had large windows facing the lake. I had seen it before, but just assumed it was an extended living room or something. Just somewhere to have drinks and hide from the mosquitoes. Boy, was I wrong.

  Roland opened the door and led me inside. The walls were wooden, and the space held the sun's heat very well. There were golden light fixtures along the top of the wall that pointed outward like fingers. In the center was a beautiful queen-size bed, the windows behind it extending from the ceiling all the way to the floor. You could only see into the room from the windows facing the water. The view was perfect—and private.

  "Roland, wow!" I said.

  "I wanted a king-size bed, but the designer made the room too narrow. What a shame." He gave me a sarcastic grin.

  "Oh, Roland. You're never satisfied, are you?"

  His grin went from sarcasm to wickedness. "Very rarely," he whispered. "But today, I'm a very happy man."

  There were two dark blue towels on the wall and he pulled one down and handed it to me. After I took it, he grabbed the other for himself. We dried off like we had just gotten out of the shower. When we were both satisfied, he took them both and tossed them to the corner of the room—and then stared at my nude body with greedy eyes.

  He charged at me and knocked me onto the soft bed, his lips immediately finding mine and locking into place. We met with an intensity I'd never seen before, intensity that I could feel in his erection with every beat of his heart. He was grinding that hardness against my thigh, his tongue mimicking the motions against mine as they twined in the tiny space between our mouths.

  I was already slick between my thighs, his hand immediately aware and sliding against the wetness. Air blasted out of my lungs as he stroked my clit in a gentle frenzy, my body totally overcome with that growing burn. His tongue was tracing against every interior surface of my mouth, mapping it out as our saliva mingled. Already, I couldn't think straight at all, the world turning into a very hazy and beautiful place.

  Like a man driven by absolute hunger, Roland severed the ties between our lips and began trailing down my body with his tongue, spending a brief moment to spiral it around each of my nipples and nibbling gently before continuing his journey.

  "I can't resist you, beautiful pet," he said, his words filling in the spaces between his kisses. Soon he was at the soft curls of my mound, nuzzling me, building up anticipation that kept my nerves heightened and firing in waves. Tension was coiled up inside of me like a snake—and quickly growing.

  "Please," I begged, his breath warming my clit as he savored the smell of me, teasing me with his unexpected slowness. But instead of a delicate touch, he plunged into me with his tongue, drenching his taste buds with my juices. His sudden probing made my back arch, my legs wrapping and tightening around his head. My muscles clenched around his tongue, his upper lip brushing my clitoris with each thrust and making me purr even more.

  "I can never get enough of the sweetness," Roland remarked as he retracted his tongue from inside of me and focused it on my clit. He started licking in smooth, random patterns that caused the pleasure to swell up inside of me like a storm. My fingers found my nipple and hypnotically tweaked, the sensation only serving to heighten everything I was feeling down below. Roland's pressure was just exquisite, almost as if he had a direct link to my nerves and was following along with everything that I felt. I kept my eyes closed and just felt.

  He continued until my first orgasm arose, peaking like a quick burst of flame that scorched me and then faded away fast. My cream spilled forth and he sampled, ensuring that I was pleasured, but still begging for just a little bit more. I let out a high-pitched moan and let myself drift into nothingness.

  When I opened my eyes again, I was stunned by the view of the lake, the sun beginning to creep down the sky toward an absolutely gorgeous sunset. Roland's muscles were shining in the light, his body crawling up the bed until we were perfectly aligned. I wanted more, so much more. He had given me a taste—now I needed the whole meal.

  "Fuck me, Roland," I begged.

  "I never thought you'd ask," he whispered. His eyes crawled along my body until his hands were cupping my breasts. He kissed and filled my mouth with the sweetness of my own juices; I loved it when he did that and it only served to make me even wetter.

  And with that, he was spreading my legs wide, pressing his cock against my moist slit, giving me a sample of what was to—

  "Oh my god!" I cried out. His erection filled me at once, reaching the deepest parts of my womb. I swore that I might break, to crack into a million pieces and dissolve into Roland. He was hungry and could no longer delay.

  "Pet, god," he remarked. "Such a beautiful feeling." He was staring into my eyes, watching my body's response as he overtook it. "You fit me so well."

  He thrust hard and fast, his body working to give us both exactly what we needed. My breasts shook every time his thighs slapped against mine, the sounds of our sex filling that tiny room as we moved together. We were both lost in bliss, our bodies rushing toward a common goal.

  My legs rested on his shoulders as he pounded even deeper into me, his muscles tensed and flexing with every move he made. Undulating waves of pleasure freely moved throughout me
, my pussy buzzing with excitement, my blood absolutely boiling. We kissed randomly, our lips suddenly joining in brief flashes as he fucked me with incredible power. Moisture trailed down my legs onto the bed.

  "Pet," he said. He pulled out, leaving me empty for just a second and turned me until I was facing toward the lake, his body wrapped along my back. He probed between my legs with his erection until he found his place again, sliding into me from behind. "Look."

  The sun was setting in that moment, that moment of visual and physical pleasure that was unlike anything that had ever come before it. "Roland, oh my god," I said. His hips began to slam against my butt, his cock filling me just right as we stared at that beautiful, settling orb of light in the sky. Once again—and this had been happening more than ever lately!—I felt like I was in a movie.

  Roland's hands aggressively fondled my breasts from behind me, my back arching every time he rocked his hips. My eyes went through a delicate dance of opening and closing at random, my breath always departing when I saw the beauty in front of me.

  When I felt the fingers against my clit, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Roland angled himself so that he could up his tempo, and then proceeded to barrage me with his desire. I felt my second climax coming, a climax as bold as the one I was witnessing on the lake. He was circling against that tiny bundle of nerves, the waves flooding the rest of me. I lost it.

  My ears rang and my eyes closed, my body flooded with sensation. He kept pumping so hard, pushing me higher and higher until my consciousness was close to fading. I had no control over my voice, the screams spilling from me like an explosion. I heard him growling and then I felt his cock twitching inside of me, his cum spilling against the fluttering muscles of my pussy. I clenched the pillow in front of me, begging for stability, begging for more.

  His release came in so many bursts, each one like a brush stroke in a beautiful painting. He held me tightly, like it was an animalistic urge to fuck me—and didn't let go until he was done. Roland's lust dominated me, his physical strength absolutely overwhelming as he came. My arm gripped tightly gripped his and we stayed there like that, holding each other as our bodies cooled down.

  "Roland, wow," I said, entirely lost in the moment. The sun was still disappearing. I couldn't believe so much time had passed since we first arrived. Everything had vanished from my mind.

  "You're wonderful, pet," he said, lightly kissing my back. His stubble tickled me. "It's been such a lovely day."

  "I agree," I said softly. My stomach suddenly grumbled, interrupting anything else I might have said. "Hey, are we ever gonna eat?" I asked.

  Roland laughed and the movements of his chest shook my body. "Absolutely. I'll actually have to cook tonight. There's plenty to eat here."

  Honestly, even with Marcus's bullshit, the day had been nearly perfect. It was the sort of day you could only dream about as a girl. I feared that at any moment I was going to hear a director shout CUT and it would be the end of the scene. But it didn't happen, at least not that night.

  I laughed pretty hard when I saw the matching robes that he had for us in the house. They were identical to the ones we were in the mansion. I wasn't going to complain though, because it was probably the most comfortable thing I'd ever worn in my life.

  Roland cooked us some fresh fish—I assumed that he must have had it delivered earlier in the day because it was fresh and obviously I hadn't seen him carry in a fish—and we enjoyed even more expensive of his rotating cast of favorite wines.

  After a dessert of melt-in-your-mouth cheesecake, we went back out and sat on the patio. The rush of waves against the beach complemented our quiet conversation quite nicely. Roland enjoyed a cigar and shortly after, we went back into the outdoor bedroom and lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and idly chatting.

  "You know Roland," I said, "there's only one thing that could make this night better."

  "Oh?"

  "I wish we could see the sky."

  "I think that could be arranged," he said. He bent toward the floor and toyed with something out of my view. Suddenly, the night air was filled with a mechanical rumble.

  "What the hell?" I was staring at him and missing the big show.

  "Look," he whispered, his hand pointing toward the ceiling.

  Oh yes, I had been missing it. The ceiling was parting in the middle and opening to reveal the star-filled night sky above us, a truly luxury accommodation. I giggled, so surprised by the fact that my passing wish had been turned into a reality by this mysterious man and his infinite money—and tricks.

  We made love again that night and slept under the stars in the most literal way possible while still being indoors. For almost anyone other than me, this would have meant the beginning of something truly wonderful, something that would have made me comfortable with my decision to move in with Roland and give up my old life. Highs and lows, all the time. Now that things were starting to get good, maybe I could just sneak off with him and—

  No. I had a duty, and I had to follow through until the end. I had to stay sane and sensible.

  Before I fell asleep, I checked my phone out of habit. Zero bars. No reception. In a way, it was kind of nice not to have the option at all. No mindless checking of email and social media sites. Just rest and relaxation.

  I powered it off; there was no reason to keep it on since I couldn't receive calls or texts anyway. I obviously didn't have time to grab my charger, so I'd at least have some battery power tomorrow if I did this. Roland was already snoring and I cuddled up closer to him and wrapped myself tighter in the blankets. A few minutes later, I was out cold.

  ***

  The next morning, I awoke at my leisure. Roland wasn't next to me, but he popped into my view as soon as I sat up.

  "The late riser has finally awoken!" he declared.

  "Hi, Roland," I said, my voice scratchy. I needed some water.

  "I've prepared you some breakfast and coffee. We need to be on our way as soon as possible. Exciting things are happening."

  "Sure," I said, still unable to process much of what was going on. The sun was already so bright and I couldn't believe I'd slept this late while it drowned me in light. I carried my phone inside and threw it in my purse. After I ate, I took a quick shower and re-dressed in my clothes from yesterday. Thankfully, I had taken them inside and hung them up properly after more or less discarding them on the deck to get in the jacuzzi. They were slightly wrinkled, but they'd do.

  "I'm going to drop you off at work," he said. He was fiddling with a tie.

  "Damn, Roland, dressed up so nice, huh?"

  "I've got a meeting. You know, finalizing all the details for the big event." The way he said it almost seemed like it was supposed to be a hint to me.

  "Big event?" I asked. I was trying not to get prematurely excited yet again.

  "Just a deal that Starland Enterprises has been trying to push through for years. We've finally got a clear path now." He chuckled.

  "Wow," I said. "Congratulations!" This was it. Jesus!

  "You can congratulate me when it's done. I'm optimistic. I still need to do some spring cleaning first."

  That didn't sound good. It also wasn't specific in the least. "Yeah, sure. Well, good luck. "Your tie still isn't totally straight."

  He glanced at it again. "You're sure?"

  "A little more to the right. You've been staring at it for too long."

  He made the adjustments. "Ah, perfect." Roland stepped over and kissed my forehead. "You've been doing such a nice job. I don't think you realize how important you've become."

  I blushed, even though I probably shouldn't have. "Thanks."

  "Well, we should be on our way then. The car should be outside for us. Do you have everything?"

  I did a quick look over the house and then nodded. "All set."

  We walked toward the front and he punched a code into the alarm. "You first."

  The car was waiting and so I briskly walked down the path and hopped inside.
I was filled with an excitement that I had only felt a few times in my life. The last time had been when the biggest story I'd ever scored in my life was published. Before that, my college graduation. No, I still didn't know the details. But I needed to contact Ramón as soon as possible. I would do that as soon as I got some genuine privacy.

  Roland joined me in the car a few minutes later—I promptly shifted my thoughts away from the FBI stuff, just in case he could read my mind—and actually didn't offer me alcohol. The car sprung to life and made the wide, circular turn. Shortly after, we were on our way out of the woods and back into the city.

  "Thanks for yesterday," I said with sincerity. It had been a beautiful time, there was no denying that.

  "You're welcome, pet. The road might get a little bumpy in the near future, so I wanted to make sure that you had something nice right now." As soon as he finished speaking, the car started shaking as we traveled over a poorly maintained dirt road. "I didn't mean it so literally," he said with a laugh.

  I couldn't help from laughing as well, even though deep down I didn't like the sound of any of this. "Did you plan that one?"

  "No," he said, his cheeks flushed red from laughter.

  We went through an area that was completely surrounded by trees, the darkness entirely sweeping away the light of the day. In a way, it seemed like a very clear sign of things to come, and even if it wasn't, I couldn't deny the power of that moment.

  Roland actually seemed like he might be nervous for the first time since I'd met him. He was shifting awkwardly in his seat and toying with his shirt. "You all right?" I asked.

  "I'm fine, pet. Just hope this goes well today."

  "You know it will," I said.

  "Miss Optimism. I'm always glad to have you around."

  Not long after that, we were in front of the office. Familiar territory.

  "I'll let you know how it goes," he said. "I can't wait to see you tonight." He leaned forward and kissed me in a way that would have swept me right off my feet—if they hadn't been elevated already while I was sitting.