Rogue (Phoenix Rising)

by Brynley Blake

  He begins to drive into me, gently at first and then more intensely as I meet his demands with an appetite that startles me. Desire rages through me as his rigid cock batters me. I am consumed by a voracious need that has no words. Insatiable. I scream his name, begging him as the pleasure starts to consume me, but he just covers my mouth and fucks me harder.

  Inexplicably, tears fill my eyes as the tension in me builds. There’s no reason or thought anymore, only this grasping, keen longing that fills every pore. It’s too much, too fast, too scary. I feel out of control, hurtling through this vortex of intense desire that threatens to obliterate me.

  “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

  His words set me free, filling my mind and my heart and my soul. Everything else recedes. The world spins away, lost to the galaxy, and I’m left with nothing but the deep darkness of my longing and the brilliance of a million tiny stars as, with my body and soul cradled in his hands, he pulls me over the edge.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Noah

  I wake up to a stiff cock and McKenzie’s soft lips wrapped around it.

  It’s still dark outside, but the moonlight illuminates her naked body kneeling between my legs. I have never seen anything more beautiful, or more hot. Last night was amazing. McKenzie was amazing. She’d surprised me with her courage in letting me restrain her, as well as the way she’d responded to my touch and the things I’d done to her. There’s a wild and wanton woman inside her, and peeling back the layers and uncovering the darkness that lies deep within her is intoxicating.

  I’d enjoyed playing with McKenzie, touching and teasing and caressing her, and watching her arousal grow, knowing I controlled her pleasure. I hadn’t thought anything could top that, but this sure as hell might do it. Her mouth feels like heaven. I thread my fingers through her hair, my head falling back against the pillow as I close my eyes, enjoying the way she’s licking and sucking me. She works my cock, and she’s good at it, but after a few minutes of sheer bliss, I find I’m not content to be the passive recipient of her attention, as tantalizing as it is. I want to own her.

  Standing up, I drag her to the edge of the bed so that her head is hanging off, and I brush my cock against her mouth. She opens it greedily. From this vantage point, I can control the blow job more, and I hold her face in my hands as I feed my cock into her mouth. Fuck. She is exquisite.

  Her nipples are rosy points, her chest heaving, and the sight of her spread out naked in front of me with my cock buried in her throat almost makes me come right then and there. There’s no doubt about it. This woman is under my skin, but we’re way past the point of no return now.

  “Take it all, baby,” I croon, pushing deeper. She struggles to take all of me, so eager to please. I stay deep in her throat for as long as I think she can handle it and then I pull out, give her a second to recover, and then push back in again. She’s obviously not used to this, but with each stroke into her mouth, she relaxes a little more, holds me a little longer. I increase the speed and depth, fucking her throat until she gags.

  “Oh God. I’m sorry,” she says.

  “Shhh. Don’t apologize. I know I’m pushing you. Pushing your limits.”

  She smiles up at me. “Push them again.”

  With a groan and a shake of my head, I hold her still with a firm hand pressed on the middle of her chest and drive in deep, watching my cock in her throat as I pump in and out of her. I fondle her nipples as she sucks my cock, plucking and pulling and rolling them between my fingers until she’s almost thrashing around on the bed. I pinch one sharply and she moans, and the vibration against my cock almost unmans me.

  “I’m too close, baby.”

  I pull my cock out of her mouth but she’s having none of that. She grabs me with her hand, pulling me back toward her mouth.

  “Are you sure?” I ask.

  Her answer is to lick the super sensitive head of my dick with one big swipe of her tongue, and I about jump out of my skin. With a muttered oath, I ram my cock back into her mouth. My thighs tighten as I pump into her harder and faster, owning her mouth. I think I’m going to explode. I tug rhythmically on her nipple, determined to take her with me.

  “Touch yourself, baby. Show me how you please yourself.”

  She hesitates for a minute, and then her fingers are between her legs. There is nothing more beautiful than watching a woman come unraveled, and watching McKenzie bring herself to the brink of orgasm with my cock in her mouth is the most powerful aphrodisiac. I hold back until she’s a hair’s breadth from going over the edge. Then I sharply pull her jutting nipple, and with a cry she comes with me, swallowing every last drop of my seed as her fingers, glistening with her own pleasure, find mine.

  …

  I wake up several hours later with a warm, naked woman curled up next to me, her head pillowed on my chest. It’s been years, almost six to be precise, since I have woken up next to a woman in bed. Since Sarah died, it’s been a rule of mine to never spend the night with a woman, but McKenzie seems to have a way of blowing through all of my rules.

  She stirs as I get up. I kiss her gently. “Stay in bed. I’ll go get us some breakfast.”

  When I return fifteen minutes later with a selection of pastries, fruit, coffee, and juice from the hotel restaurant, she’s standing on the balcony looking out at the beach, wearing nothing but the T-shirt I wore yesterday. Her lips are swollen, her hair has that “I’ve just been fucked” look, and she gives the impression of a satisfied, sleepy kitten. She couldn’t look more perfect if she tried.

  She smiles up at me as I walk outside, and my dick responds accordingly. It’s becoming a goddamned Pavlovian response. I join her on the chaise, setting the plate of food between us and handing her a cup of steaming coffee.

  “Thanks for getting breakfast,” she says, suddenly shy.

  “It’s the least I could do after keeping you up all night.” She blushes. “You okay?” I study her face closely. She’d said she wanted the experiences I gave her last night, and judging by how many times she came, she enjoyed herself. But I don’t want her having any doubts or recriminations in the light of day.

  “Yes,” she says, but there’s something unsaid in her voice, something that requires unknotting.

  “Tell me.” I use my most authoritative voice, knowing full well how she responds to it.

  She rolls her eyes and looks away, twisting her fingers in her lap. “You can’t just demand that I tell you what I’m thinking.”

  “Yes, I can.” I take a sip of coffee. “We have an agreement. You’re mine for the duration of this trip, Kenzie. Not just your body, but your thoughts as well. This is how it works. It’s about being honest and transparent with your feelings. It’s about communicating your desires and asking for what you want. Sometimes begging, in fact,” I add with a pointed look and a wink. She blushes again, but I don’t miss the way she squirms a little at the memory of last night. “It’s about opening up so I can learn you and understand you, and make sure you get what you need.”

  “What about you? What do you get?”

  “I get the power of making your body respond in ways you never imagined possible. I get control. I get an intelligent and beautiful woman who trusts me enough to open her body to me, who relies on me to push her limits but still keep her safe. I get intensity and the amazingly heady power of this thing we do. Because it strips us both down to our naked souls, and for a moment, we get a glimpse of the holy.”

  “Oh.”

  I take her hand, rubbing her knuckles with my thumb. “So tell me what’s going through that mind of yours. Did you like it?”

  “God, yes! I’m worried about how much I like it.”

  “Why?”

  “I want to be stronger, not weaker.”

  “That’s exactly why you can do this, and what makes it even more precious to me. It takes courage to open yourself up to new experiences. It takes downright fearlessness to let yourself go and to offer yourself to another, not
knowing where they’ll take you. You might experience pain or be propelled to dizzying heights of pleasure. You might be objectified or deprived of your own gratification. You are subject to another’s desires, their darkest and most depraved fantasies. And maybe your own. That’s no small thing.”

  “They weren’t that depraved,” she says with a small smile.

  “I was going easy on you. We still have a few days.” I wink at her.

  She blanches, which makes me laugh and pull her into my arms. I like keeping her off balance. I hold her there, my chin resting on her head as we both stare out at the ocean.

  “I didn’t know you could do so much with basic household objects,” she finally says. “Were you a Boy Scout?”

  “Even better. A Navy SEAL.” The second the words are out of my mouth, I regret them, but then I remember I’m not telling her anything she doesn’t already know. Or thinks she knows. Good old Manuel already took care of that for me. She snuggles in closer.

  “It’s one of the reasons I feel safe with you.”

  I start to tell her again that although she can trust me with her submission, I’m the last person she should feel safe with. But I realize she’s right. I will walk through fire so she doesn’t get burned.

  “Will you help me with something else? Something not on the list?” she asks, her voice soft.

  “What is that, sweetheart?” There’s pretty much nothing she can ask for that will surprise me now. And nothing I would deny her.

  “Teach me how to not be afraid.”

  I sigh and pull her closer. She doesn’t know just how brave she is.

  “It’s just a matter of getting to the threshold of what scares you and then working up the courage to cross it. Usually what’s stopping you is the stuff you make up in your mind. What might happen. But once you push yourself over the threshold, there’s no turning back. It’s real. You’re not imagining anymore. You’re just reacting.”

  She’s silent for a minute, absorbing what I’ve said. “But how do you get the courage to cross the threshold?”

  “You rewire your brain to ignore the stuff you make up in your mind. You shut out the doubt and the negativity. You step out of your comfort zone on a daily basis, until you become comfortable with the uncomfortable.”

  “You know a lot,” she says, smiling up at me. “Like how to give amazing massages.” She shivers at the memory, and I make a mental note to do that again soon.

  “What can I say? I have good hands,” I say, squeezing her ass. “And I took a massage class when I was stationed in Thailand.”

  “I’m wondering what else your hands can do,” she teases.

  I grab her and haul her on top of me as I stretch out on the chaise so her back is against my chest, my stiff cock nestled into the crack of her ass. She wiggles a little and giggles, and I grab her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other.

  “I’m so glad you asked,” I murmur in her ear.

  Several hours later, after I’ve held her on my lap and played with her while she squirmed and ground against me until we were both ravenous, after I made her come with my fingers and then with my cock, after we’ve showered together and explored each other’s bodies in exquisite detail, we check out of the hotel and set out on the Kairos to explore the islands of the Bacuit Archipelago. From what I know about her brother, he would approve of my plan.

  “Where are we going?” she asks as we drop anchor and set out on our kayaks, individual ones this time.

  “The Philippine archipelago is made up of over seven thousand islands, many of them unexplored and untouched. Palawan, where we’ve been, is one of the largest. It’s also the gateway to the Bacuit Archipelago, which is home to some of the most beautiful islands in the world. I thought we’d do some island hopping today before we make our way down to Sipadan in Malaysia where we’ll dive. That will be a good day or two of solid sailing, and I know from experience that you get bored spending too much time on the boat. I figured I’d better wear you out with kayaking and snorkeling today to keep you quiet for the next few days.”

  “Stop!” she protests, but she’s laughing. “It will be better now that you’re not avoiding me.”

  “Oh, I’m not going to avoid you,” I promise. “I’m not going to leave you alone. I’m going to keep you plenty busy with sex and punishments and kinky play on the boat. I promise I’ll keep you from getting into too much mischief.”

  The look she gives me has me seriously thinking about ditching the whole exploration idea and taking her back to the boat right now. But her eyes are shining as the tall limestone cliffs of the islands come into view, and I find I’m just as happy showing her the world as I am showing her the darker side of her sexuality.

  What we’re doing is called big-wall paddling, and it’s a little intimidating at first, paddling right next to the fortress-like limestone walls that rise out of the impossibly blue water to heights of almost seven hundred feet. We stay close enough so we can talk as we paddle, and I love experiencing this with her and watching the wonder in her face as paradise unfolds. She’s in good shape physically, despite her self-deprecating jokes to the contrary, and she handles her kayak adroitly.

  We start at the visually striking Tapiutan Island, with its sheer limestone walls, where we enjoy a late lunch that we brought from the hotel on the beach on the southeastern side of the island. After we eat, we snorkel in water so clear it’s like swimming in an aquarium, discovering lion fish, huge sea cucumbers, zebra moray eels, brightly colored sea anemones, and parrotfish. From there, we paddle to Matinloc Island. We tie up our kayaks and swim to Secret Beach, which you can only get to through an underwater narrow crevice in the rock wall. McKenzie is hesitant at first, gripping my hand fiercely as I show her the small hole hidden from view that we must swim through.

  “Don’t think!” I remind her. “Come on. I won’t let go of you.”

  She nods resolutely and dives in with me. I hold her hand as we swim, and when we surface on the other side, I take a mental snapshot of her face as she takes in the hidden, secluded white sand beach surrounded by steep rock walls as pointy as skyscrapers. I store it away in my memory for the lonely days I know will follow when this assignment is over and I have to say good-bye to her. I’ve travelled just about everywhere in the world, but the Philippines has earned a spot as one of my favorite places on Earth, partly because of its beauty and partly because I’ve shared it with McKenzie. The cathedral-like walls that surround us make it seem like a church, and I can’t help but think of McKenzie offering her body to me last night like a sacrifice, although if truth be told, I was the one who worshipped at the altar of her sweet submission.

  The coral here is amazing, and we spend a good hour snorkeling.

  “You ready to take a break?” I ask as she surfaces next to me. I figure if I’m ready for a breather, McKenzie must be. We still have more islands to explore, and I’m afraid she’s going to wear herself out.

  “Not yet.” She pouts at me, and I find myself wishing we were alone on the beach so I could put those pouty lips to good use.

  “McKenzie, we’re taking a break,” I say more firmly. “You’re going to be too tired for the rest of the trip if you don’t pace yourself.”

  “Fine.” She rolls her eyes.

  I smack her bottom playfully. “I’m sorry. What’s the correct response?”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Exactly.” I reward her with a smile. The little minx just rolls her eyes at me again.

  “Let me guess. You think you get to make all the rules because you own me until Malaysia.”

  “Damn straight. And I don’t think I do; I know I do.”

  She laughs as I scoop her up in my arms. “And if I don’t follow your rules?” She’s looking up at me from beneath long lashes with feigned innocence, and I can’t resist. I kiss her. Hard. Then dunk her. She comes up sputtering, and I lick the salt water from her lips.

  “Disobedient girls get punished,” I say in a lo
w voice. “And just because I haven’t followed through on the punishment you earned last night doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten it.”

  “Oh,” she says in a small voice, but she’s snuggling in closer to my chest in that way that makes me never want to let her go.

  “Trust me to know what you need. And right now, you need to rest.”

  “I kind of like the way you take care of me.” She says it so softly I have to strain to hear her.

  I set her down on the soft sand and sit next to her, closing my eyes for a few minutes. I must have dozed off, because when I open them, McKenzie’s talking to a young girl with a long braid and freckles sprinkled across her nose. A couple, whom I assume are her parents, are watching a younger boy build a sand castle nearby.

  “You American?” A young Filipino guy plops down in the sand next to me, and I’m grateful for the excuse not to join in the conversation with McKenzie and the girl. The less time I spend with kids, the better. The memory of Maggie still haunts me, and the pain is too great imagining what she would look like, and who she would be, if she were still alive.

  The man and I start talking, and it turns out that he offers guided cave tours around the islands. I’d wanted to explore some of the caves in the area, but deciding to spend the day island hopping with McKenzie had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, and I’d just thrown together a quick itinerary. I hadn’t had time to research where all the caves are, the best way to explore them, or how safe they are. But he obviously knows the islands and caves well, and it sounds fantastic. I ask Kenzie if she’s up for it, and she eagerly agrees. Now that she’s gotten the hang of trying new things, she’s becoming downright unstoppable.

  The little girl’s father overhears us talking, and they insist on joining us, so in half an hour’s time the tour guide, me, McKenzie, and the girl, her mom, dad, and younger brother are in our respective kayaks and paddling Bacuit Bay in search of caves carved into the limestone.

  The first opening we find looks like the door to a cathedral, and once we’ve navigated through the small opening, we emerge into a cavern with high sheer rock walls decorated with stalactites. It is absolutely stunning. The sun streams through a hole in the top and illuminates McKenzie on her kayak in the middle of the pool of blue water as if she’s some sort of goddess. Which, of course, in my book she is.