Pleasure Island

by TG Haynes

  Matt had to call upon every ounce of his self- control to do as he was bid. Nikki then gestured for him to step forward. As he did so, she touched the tip of his penis with her forefinger. Very quickly, it became sticky with his juice. She ran the digit around the end of his cock, then lifted it to her mouth to taste him. As she licked the delightful nectar from the tip of her finger, his cock throbbed and dribbled even more of the lovely liquid.

  ‘You’re close to coming, aren’t you?’

  ‘Fairly,’ he responded, hoarsely.

  ‘Go ahead then,’ she said.

  Matt stepped away from her and took hold of himself once more. His hand moved much quicker this time until his cock looked fit to burst. Nikki ached to touch herself. She longed to lift up her skirt, pull her panties aside and slip a finger into her pussy. Though she was fairly sure Matt wouldn’t mind, she refrained from doing so. Instead, she concentrated on enjoying the show.

  Matt’s breathing had become noticeably shallower and he was pumping his cock furiously. When he finally climaxed he did so spectacularly, blasting out streams of white come. Nikki revelled in the sight. It was such an amazing turn-on. Making a mental note, she promised herself that the next time she had a regular boyfriend she would get him to wank himself off occasionally as she’d enjoyed the experience so much.

  As the last drop of come oozed from his cock, Matt asked, ‘Would you mind if I went and cleaned up?’

  ‘Of course not.’

  He disappeared into the back of the aircraft to tend to himself. The moment he was out of her sight, Nikki eased her skirt up around her thighs, tweaked her panties aside, and gently rubbed her clitoris. She was so wet she was practically on the verge of coming. It only took a few seconds for her to reach another wonderfully satisfying climax. Her pussy throbbed as she came again. She sighed and sank back into the comfortable leather chair. What a morning, she thought.

  On hearing the door click, she hastily readjusted her clothing. As Matt stepped back into the cabin, he eyed her curiously. Much to her relief, he didn’t say anything as he went and sat back down.

  In contrast, the remainder of the flight passed off in a much more low-key manner. Nikki used it to quiz Matt as to what life was like on Pleasure Island. While he responded to some of her questions, others he talked around without giving a clear answer. Nikki got the impression that this wasn’t due to any deliberate evasiveness on his behalf; he simply wanted her to form her own impression.

  ‘Everyone’s experience of the island is different,’ he explained.

  ‘On the whole, though, would you say people enjoy their stay?’

  Matt considered carefully before replying. ‘The vast majority do. I think there are the odd one or two who aren’t sure about it.’

  ‘What makes you say that?’

  ‘I think some people find the openness intimidating.’

  Feeling the butterflies begin to flutter in the pit of her stomach, Nikki asked Matt about an aspect of her stay that had been bugging her. ‘No one’s forced to do anything they don’t want to, are they?’

  ‘Absolutely not. Roxanna’s guests are in charge and if all you want to do is spend your weekend in your room watching TV, then you’re more than welcome to do so. Mind you,’ he added, ‘that would be a crying shame.’

  Nikki was glad to have her mind set at ease on this point. ‘What about the staff?’

  ‘The same applies,’ he said.

  ‘I thought you said that they have to obey our every command?’

  ‘A clause is written into the contract. Members of staff have the right to refuse to participate in any act with which they don’t feel comfortable. However, if you do refuse, you run the risk of being dismissed.’

  ‘That seems rather harsh,’ Nikki observed.

  ‘Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of very diplomatically and Roxanna is extremely generous with her severance pay. Besides, on the whole, we find the vast majority of requests a pleasure to adhere to. And the princess does make a few exceptions.’

  ‘Such as?

  ‘Me, for starters,’ he said.

  ‘How come?’

  ‘Well, since starting work on the island, I’ve never engaged in penetrative sex.’

  Nikki wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him. ‘I would have thought you’d have been asked to participate in that quite a lot.’

  ‘I have,’ he admitted.

  ‘Yet you haven’t given in? Very intriguing, Mr Darnley.’

  ‘Not really,’ he said.

  ‘Why the abstinence?’

  ‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.’

  ‘Try me,’ she countered.

  He hesitated before replying, ‘I’m saving myself.’

  Nikki laughed. ‘You’re kidding?’

  ‘Straight up.’

  ‘That’s so …’

  ‘Surprising?’

  ‘I was going to say old-fashioned,’ she corrected him. ‘I actually think it’s kind of nice in a way.’

  ‘Don’t get me wrong, I still have my fair share of fun,’ he said.

  ‘So I’d noticed.’

  ‘But one day …’ he trailed off.

  Nikki sensed she had discovered a chink in his armour, for he had become slightly embarrassed.

  ‘Go on,’ she said.

  ‘I don’t know – it probably sounds silly. I mean, it’s not like I’m a virgin or anything, it’s just that I made a deal with myself a couple of years back that the next woman I make love to, I want her to be the one I spend the rest of my life with.’

  ‘You soppy old romantic, you!’

  ‘Aren’t I just!’ he agreed.

  For the first time since she had met him, Nikki sensed that Matt was slightly embarrassed. Though it would have been the easiest thing in the world to tease him, she refrained from doing so. Instead, she felt a pang of empathy. ‘There’s nothing wrong with that.’

  Matt became reflective. ‘Do you still believe in it, then?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Love,’ he murmured.

  Nikki wiped an imaginary speck of something out of her left eye. ‘Do you?’

  ‘I’d like to.’

  ‘So would I,’ she agreed.

  The pair lapsed into silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. It was Matt who eventually broke the spell. ‘Sorry.’

  ‘No apology necessary.’

  ‘I didn’t mean to ruin the mood,’ he insisted.

  ‘And you haven’t,’ she assured him.

  ‘Good. Because from hereon in, you’re in for the wildest few days of your life.’

  ‘If I want them to be,’ she said.

  ‘Absolutely. It’s entirely up to you, miss.’

  ‘Matt, do me a favour – for God’s sake call me Nikki.’

  ‘Very well, Nikki.’

  Sensing that the atmosphere had lightened once more, she decided to give him his next order. ‘Now go and get me another one of your fabulous cocktails.’

  He grovelled flamboyantly, causing her to smile. ‘Your wish is my command, mistress.’

  ‘Ah-ah,’ she said, wagging her finger.

  ‘Sorry, Mistress Foster.’

  ‘You’re incorrigible, Mr Darnley.’

  ‘Thank you. I do try to be.’

  He fixed them another drink, then prepared them a light lunch. In Matt’s company, Nikki found that the time flew by quite quickly, to such an extent that she was rather surprised when the pilot’s voice interrupted them to inform them to buckle their seat belts as they were coming in to land. As she tightened the clasp on the belt, she peered out of the window. For a second, she thought that the pilot must have been mistaken, for all that was visible below was a wide expanse of crystal-clear ocean. However, as the plane banked to the right, the island came into view.

  Roxanna’s little slice of paradise was much smaller than Nikki had expected. She had visited Jersey and Guernsey once or twice, but the island appeared tinier than either of those t
wo Channel Islands. It didn’t look much bigger than a couple of miles wide by, maybe, three miles long. As the plane descended, Nikki wondered where it was going to land, for all she could see was lush vegetation. Matt explained that Roxanna was extremely sensitive to the local ecosystem, thus her residence and the runway were the only manmade constructions on the island.

  ‘There are no roads, then?’

  ‘Nope, just a few sandy paths through the foliage,’ he replied.

  ‘You make it sound like paradise.’

  ‘I hope you still think that by Sunday evening.’

  ‘So do I,’ she said. The plane touched down on the runway and Nikki wondered what adventures lay in store.

  Chapter Six

  The Palace

  As Nikki disembarked from the aircraft, she was slightly relieved to discover that Roxanna wasn’t waiting to greet her personally. She wanted a bit of time to compose herself after the excitement of the in-flight entertainment. Matt gathered her luggage and then guided her over towards the two golf carts waiting at the side of the runway. Nikki went and sat in the front vehicle as Matt stowed her luggage in the one behind. They then set off down a rough dirt path that was just about wide enough for the cart to traverse. Every so often, a trailing branch or creeper would brush against the side of the vehicle. After a few hundred yards, the track became even narrower. The heat rose from the jungle on either side causing Nikki to wonder whether her choice of attire had been a wise one. Though she had checked on the likely temperatures for the Caribbean at this time of the year, she was sure that it was hotter than the 30 degrees the long-range forecasts had advised it was likely to be.

  Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the cart to pull out into a wide clearing, which soon turned into a short driveway that led up to the palace itself. The building looked like an old Spanish hacienda. The white stucco walls were punctuated with several archways and expansive shuttered windows. Both the main building itself and the smaller ones to the side – which looked like staff quarters – were topped by ochre-red slates that soaked up the sun’s rays. The overall effect was quite grand, yet in an understated manner that Nikki rather liked.

  Her cart came to a halt and Nikki alighted. As the second vehicle pulled up beside the first, Matt got out, grabbed the luggage, and then guided her into the palace. He explained that the building had been authentically reproduced in the style of the 18th-century haciendas of the West Coast of America. As soon as they set foot in the main hall, Nikki slipped off her heels, to allow her feet to cool down on the tiled floor. The main hallway was sparsely furnished, relatively speaking. The only things of note were two large paintings, which hung on the far wall, and a drinks cabinet. Placing the bags down on the tiles, Matt crossed over to the cabinet. He opened the fridge and extracted a couple of bottles of chilled water.

  ‘Fancy one?’ he asked.

  ‘Please,’ she replied.

  Playfully, Matt threw her a bottle. She caught it deftly in her right hand and then pressed the chilled plastic to her temple. The iced bottle felt lovely against her warm skin. Matt drank his water in one go. A trickle dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt.

  ‘Messy,’ she remarked.

  ‘I thought you liked messy,’ he said.

  ‘What makes you say that?’

  ‘The plane.’

  Nikki pursed her lips together, the only way she could stop herself from laughing.

  Matt wandered back across the hallway, picked up the cases, and led her up the stairway. At the top of the landing, he turned left and marched along to the end of the corridor. He paused as he took hold of the door handle. ‘Roxanna has put you in the room she calls the Paradise Suite. I hope you like it.’

  Matt opened the door and invited her to enter. As with the hall below, Nikki found the décor of the room stunningly simple. Other than the super king-sized bed, which rested against the right-hand wall, the only other items of furniture were two wicker chairs, a large wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a bedside cabinet, a dresser, and a sizeable wooden table upon which lay an incredible array of sex toys. There were vibrators, cock rings, dildos, handcuffs, whips, peephole bras, crotchless panties, anal beads, love eggs, blindfolds, butt-plugs, ankle restraints, strap-ons, gags, riding crops, and a whole host of other items, one or two of which Nikki had never seen before and could only guess as to their purpose. Much as she was enjoying Matt’s company, a part of her longed for him to leave her alone so that she could experiment with some of the items on display.

  Matt couldn’t resist asking, ‘Is there anything in particular that catches your eye?’

  ‘Maybe,’ she replied coyly.

  Tearing her eyes away from the table, Nikki crossed over to the magnificent balcony that ran virtually the length of the far left-hand wall of the room. The view from it was breathtaking. She wandered out onto the balcony to admire the vista. The crystal-blue sea and cloudless, sapphire sky contrasted wonderfully with the verdant foliage of the coconut and palm trees. The sun seemed to add an extra lustre to everything, its rays sparkling off both the sea and the deep-green leaves.

  Matt placed the bags down next to the bed and then crossed over to her side. ‘I take it that you approve?’

  Nikki tried her best to downplay how impressed she was. ‘It’ll do, I suppose.’

  ‘There’s a shower through there,’ Matt informed her, pointing out where the en-suite was, ‘and there’s a TV built into the wardrobe.’

  ‘I’d be disappointed if I needed it,’ she said.

  ‘So would I. Entertainment is always better live, wouldn’t you agree?’

  ‘Depends on what it is,’ she mused.

  ‘Touché. I just hope that this evening’s entertainment will meet with your approval.’

  ‘What does the princess have in mind exactly?’

  ‘As Fridays tend to be her visitors’ first night here, Roxanna likes to hold a party for all of the guests down in the main banqueting hall.’

  ‘I’m not alone this weekend, then?’

  ‘No. Roxanna has invited a couple of her old friends along as well,’ he explained. ‘I think she thought that it might be less intimidating for you and that you could see what goes on for yourself, instead of having to ask a barrage of questions.’

  Checking her watch, Nikki asked, ‘What time does the entertainment start?’

  ‘If you’re down in the main reception by 7.30, say. Now, is there anything else I can do for you before I go and prepare for this evening?’

  ‘Such as …?’

  Oozing with confidence and sex appeal, Matt strode over to her, leant down, and whispered in her ear, ‘Anything.’

  Nikki pulled away from him and rolled her eyes innocently. ‘Hmm, let me see …’ She pretended to contemplate his offer for a few seconds and then, as if the thought had only just occurred to her, said, ‘You could fix me a black coffee.’

  ‘Is that all?’ His voice betrayed more than a hint of disappointment.

  ‘For now,’ she said.

  He bowed, ‘I’ll have one sent up right away.’

  ‘Thanks.’

  Matt went to leave. Nikki stopped him with a final query, ‘By the way, tonight, what shall I wear?’

  ‘I don’t suppose you brought that red dress with you?

  ‘The one I wore the night of the Earl’s ball?’

  Matt nodded.

  ‘I’m afraid not. It was only a loan and I had to give it back,’ she explained.

  Matt appraised her with an expert eye and hazarded a guess. ‘Size 12?’

  ‘Spot on.’

  ‘I’ll see what I can dig out for you.’

  After he left, Nikki unpacked her bags. Just as she finished, there came a knock at the door. She opened it to find another member of staff standing there with the drink she had requested. She also found that Matt hadn’t been lying to her about the uniform being standard, for the man at the door was dressed in exactly the same attire.

  ‘Hello, I’m Dylan. M
att told me you wanted a black coffee.’

  ‘Thanks,’ Nikki said, holding the door open for him. He entered the room and placed the coffee down on the table. As he did so, she couldn’t help admiring the way that his leather shorts clung to his bottom. Though Dylan was slightly slimmer than Matt, he still had that “calendar hunk” look about him.

  ‘Is there anything else I can get you?’ he asked.

  ‘No, thank you.’

  ‘Give us a call if you change your mind,’ he said. ‘There’s a phone on the dresser for contacting our concierge service – just dial zero.’

  ‘Thanks for the tip.’

  Dylan flipped a casual salute and departed. Once alone, Nikki paced around her room. She still couldn’t quite believe that she was actually there, on Roxanna’s private island. Deciding it was time to explore her new accommodation, she stuck her head around the door of the bathroom and discovered an enormous tub in there. She decided that she probably had enough time for a good soak before the evening’s entertainment began. As she ran the bathwater, she wondered what the night would bring.

  While the water filled the tub, Nikki examined the choice of scented bath gels that had been arranged on its rim, near the taps. Opting for one called Peaches and Cream, she drizzled a smidgen of the liquid into the flow of water. An impressive cluster of bubbles foamed up and an intoxicating aroma filled the air. Nikki then went back into the bedroom to undress. Reaching around the back of her neck, she took hold of the zip, lowered it, and stepped out of the little black dress. Although the room was relatively cool compared to the temperature outside, she was still grateful to abandon the garment. Though the fabric wasn’t particularly heavy, it was still too thick for daytime attire on this sunny Caribbean island.

  Nikki laid the dress down on the bed, unclipped her suspender belt, wriggled out of it, and slid off the stockings she was wearing. She then unhooked her bra and last, but not least, removed her panties. No sooner had she done so than the door to her room reopened and Matt walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks, mesmerized by the glorious sight in front of him.