Satisfaction (The Temptation Series #2)

by K. M. Golland

  “What’s wrong Bryce? Are you okay?” I walked up to him, and waited for an answer I may not have wanted to hear.

  “Alexis, where have you been?” He was well and truly traumatised.

  “I...I...I told you I’d be back in a minute.”

  “I didn’t hear you, and you left your phone, I didn’t know where you had gone or if you were coming back.” If I was coming back? We are in the middle of the freaking desert. Where would I go?

  “Why wouldn’t I come back?” There was something tormenting him, that was obvious, and for some reason he had it in his head I was going to leave him. “Bryce, how many times have I told you? I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled me to him and held me tighter than ever before, I looked up and the colour started to return to his cheeks.

  “Hunny, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I snapped at you before. I thought you’d gotten upset and just left.”

  “Oh, Bryce, no. You had every right to snap. You have been so amazing, organising this incredible escape for the two of us, pampering me, and giving me everything I need, and I go and ruin it by sulking, whinging and feeling sorry for myself. I’m sorry. I wanted to make it up to you, so I organised a surprise.” He pulled away and looked at me stunned.

  “A surprise?”

  “Yes, come on.” I grabbed his hand, and we headed out the door.

  ***

  There was not a cloud in the sky, nor was there a breeze, the conditions for my stargazing picnic were perfect.

  “Okay, close your eyes.”

  “Alexis, wait...”

  “Bryce, just shut up, and close your eyes.” He did as he was told, so I grabbed his arm and slowly led him down the mound. “No peaking, now stand here. Don’t move and don’t open your eyes until I say so.” I let go then positioned myself in the middle of the makeshift bed. “Okay you can open them.” It took a second for his eyes to adjust to what was in front of him. He blinked a few times then realised what this little candlelit circle in the middle of the desert was “I know it’s not your amazing observatory, but the sky doesn’t get any better than this. So, I was hoping you could teach me a little of what’s up there.” He shook his head at me, stepped into the circle and dropped to his knees.

  “Alexis, I love you. Marry me.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Um, yeah can’t quite do that right now! I touched his face, and giggled at his request.

  “Bryce, you seem to have forgotten that I am already married.”

  “Minor details my love. Don’t worry about them.” He took both my hands in his. “I will propose to you properly one day, trust me. But until I do, I want you to promise that no matter what we come up against that you will one day walk down the aisle with me.” He was obviously pleased with my surprise, but he also seemed anxious. The confident man I had fallen in love with had all of a sudden become unsure of himself and us.

  “Bryce, you need to just come out and tell me what you are afraid of.” He fell back on the mattress, and put his arm out for me to rest upon.

  “I’m afraid of losing you.”

  I shuffled over and placed my head where he had indicated.

  “You won’t if you are honest and upfront with me, I’ve already been with a man who took that for granted. I will not make that same mistake again.”

  He squeezed my arm. “So, Ms. Summ... Sorry, Ms. Sexyarse.”

  “You can’t call me that.” I rolled my eyes at him.

  “Yes, I can, Ms. Sexyarse.”

  “No, you can’t. It’s all right, Summers is just a name. I was being silly before and sulking. I’m stronger than that. Anyway at this point in time it is my name and will remain my name until I change it.”

  “Very well, Ms. Summers. So, do you know of any constellations?” Um, apart from the Southern Cross, no. They twinkle, Madonna has a ‘Lucky’ one, and you can wish upon a shooting one, but that’s as far as my knowledge of stars go.

  “I know those ones over there are called the Southern Cross.” I pointed to the left and quite low near the horizon.

  “It is also known as Crux Ms Summers, and is the smallest of 88 constellations.” Ooooo, he sounds very sexy when he is Mr Teacher Clark.

  I put on my best schoolgirl voice. “Very interesting, Mr. Clark. And those two really bright ones near Crux, what are they called Sir?”

  He leaned up on his elbow and smirked down at me. “You really are quite cute Alexis.” He touched my face and kissed me softly.

  “Oh, I’ve never been kissed by my teacher before, how naughty of you. Is that the end of my lesson, Sir?”

  “I’m glad you’ve never been kissed by your teacher before, and no, Ms Summers, it’s not finished. Those two bright stars you referred to are commonly known as The Southern Pointers or Alpha and Beta Centauri.” Alpha, Beta, What? I kept surveying the sky.

  “I know what that one over there is, it’s the ‘Saucepan’, it’s sort of on its side.” I tilted my head, and he laughed.

  “Yes, you are correct, Ms. Summers. However, you only score a ‘B-’.”

  “A ‘B-?’ Pffft! Why?” Surely my knowledge of the saucepan was A+ worthy.

  “Because, the ‘Saucepan’ is not a constellation, it actually forms part of Orion, or the ‘Hunter’. The bottom of the ‘Saucepan’ is his belt, the sides of the saucepan are the tops of his legs and the handle is his sword.” He picked up my arms and pointed to the stars that formed Orion’s body. “Those two bright stars there are his shoulder blades, called Bellatrix and Betelgeuse.”

  “Bellatrix? That’s a character in Harry Potter!” He scoffed at me. What? It is! Apart from the ‘Saucepan’, and Southern Cross or ‘Crux’ as he put it, I couldn’t really see what he was pointing at. I was more fascinated in listening to him passionately talk about something he obviously enjoyed and knew a lot about. “What’s that really bright one over there Mr Clark?”

  “That is Aldebaran or the ‘Bull’s Fiery Eye’. It is one of the brightest stars in the night sky, and forms part of the zodiac constellation, Taurus.”

  “What’s that little group of stars there, near the bright one?”

  “That’s a star cluster called Pleiades or the ‘Seven Sisters’, you can only see the seven bright stars with your naked eye, but the cluster actually has hundreds of stars, I’ll show you properly when we get home.” Home? I liked the sound of that, but his apartment was not my home. We laid there together in silence, gazing up at the crystal clear sky for several minutes.

  “I really can see why you enjoy this; it is very peaceful and relaxing.”

  “Yes, that is one of the reasons, but I really enjoy how it is endless, just continues on and on, it has no boundaries. I like the fact there are things in life that do not know boundaries.” Ha, that does not surprise me. Explains your privacy-invading antics.

  “Boundaries, Mr. Clark, can also be a good thing you know.”

  “Hmmm. Sometimes, Alexis.”

  I sat up and gave him a sceptical look. “So, would you care for some champagne, Mr. Astrology Teacher?”

  “I wouldn’t say no to my favourite student.” I poured us both a glass and opened the bowl of strawberries, plonking one each into the bottom of our glasses. He looked into his glass. “I’ve never understood why people do that?”

  “What?”

  “Put a strawberry in the glass.”

  The roles were now reversing. “Well, Mr. Clark, you will learn something from Ms Summers now, and might I add when you sit in MY classroom you need to sit up straight and pay attention.” I hit his leg with the top of my hand indicating he do as he is told. He did, but with a sarcastic smile on his face. Then I used the most posh, toffee-nosed voice I could manage. “The strawberry, Mr. Clark, is placed in the glass to simply enhance the flavour of the champagne.”

  “I know something else that enhances the flavour even better.” His devilish smile crept across his face as he placed both our glasses down. I had only a second to foresee an attack, which wasn’t long enoug
h, because he grabbed me around the waist and wrestled me down until he was on top of me, pinning me into the mattress. “Have you ever been to second base with your teacher Ms Summers?” He slowly began to unbutton my vest, revealing my white singlet top.

  “Ummm.” I thought for a second, purposely drawing out the hum in my voice. “Well there was that one time...” His eyes began to widen. “No, Mr Clark, but you can be my first.”

  He smiled greedily. “Good.” He grabbed my tank top at the neck and tore it apart, exposing my white lace bra, making me gasp again.

  “You can’t keep tearing my clothes off Bryce.”

  “It’s what I do, Ms Summers.”

  “Yes it is, but you can stop it.”

  “No, it’s the quickest way to get them off you.” Well if it’s good for you, it’s good for me then. I reached up and grabbed his t-shirt at the neck and pulled as hard as I could, it tore, but only slightly. Damn it.

  “Stupid thing,” I said, annoyed at the pathetic rip. He mockingly laughed at me, which only provoked my second attempt. So, I gritted my teeth—for some reason that helps—and wrenched it apart, only this time I was successful. I clapped my hands together like a child. “Ha, take that.” He smiled then held up his glass of champagne and tipped it towards me very slightly. “What are you doing?”

  “I told you, I know something else that enhances the flavour.” He tilted it further sending the champagne splashing all over my chest. I squealed and closed my eyes, and before I had opened them he was licking, sucking and kissing my chest and neck. It felt wonderful, but also tickled like hell. He slid his hands behind my back, and tried to unhook my bra. “I hate these silly things.”

  My laughter increased. “They really aren’t that difficult. How is it that you can fly a helicopter, but cannot unhook a bra?” He gave me his devilish glint again and I knew what he had planned. “Don’t you dare, Bryce, I love this bra.” I put my hands behind my back and unclipped it with ease. He basically wrenched it from me exposing my breasts, so I did the same with his shredded t-shirt. Fuck me, his chest is glorious. I would never get sick of seeing this man naked, he was just simply sex-on-a-stick, and I wanted to lick him all over like a lollypop.

  I propped myself up on my elbows, inviting him to tip a little more onto my chest. This time when he did, he quickly caught the drips with his tongue as they went down my stomach. He then trailed my favourite muscle of his all the way back up to my nipple and engulfed my breast with his hungry mouth. The feeling was sensational. The champagne was cold, but his tongue was warm and it neutralised the temperature exquisitely. He grabbed a strawberry and placed half of it in my mouth, so I bit down. Yum, strawberries are so tasty and sexy. He wiped the remainder of the berry down my stomach and around my belly button leaving a pink juicy trail. It was sort of sticky, but when he ran his tongue up and down me cleaning the traces, it was very sensual.

  I rolled him over and sat upon his pelvis, grabbing the bottle of champagne. I tipped it, not gently mind you, because I felt he needed a little punishment for tearing my tank top. He screwed up his face only a little, but smirked at me and stood his ground by keeping his eyes well and truly fixed on mine. He is so stubborn. I slid down his legs and began my consumption at his happy trail.

  “You’re right, it definitely enhances the flavour.” I continued licking and sucking around his navel and up over his six pack. I sat back up and put the bottle to my lips taking in a mouthful, then leaned over and kissed him transferring some of the contents. We continued our kiss, swallowing the champagne. Mmmm yummy. He sat up and we maintained our lip and tongue locking. I pulled away, grabbed another strawberry, and stuck it half out of my mouth. He leaned forward and bit down on the exposed half, until our mouths met once again.

  “Have you ever seen the movie Lady and the Tramp?” he mumbled as he ate his half of the strawberry.

  “No, believe it or not it is one Disney Classic I have not seen. Why?” I answered, while sucking the strawberry juice from my fingers.

  “You remind me of Lady.” He grabbed my hand, and placed my fingers in his mouth, so that he could suck them clean for me.

  Correct me if I am mistaken, but lady was a dog yeah? “Are you saying I remind you of a dog?”

  He laughed. “No. Well hang on, bark for me.”

  My eyes widened. I pulled my hand away from his mouth. “Really?” I lifted the champagne and poured the remainder of it on top of his head. He just sat there with me atop him displaying a shocked smirk on his face. “Woof.” I smiled satisfactorily.

  “Are we playing dogs now?” He asked sarcastically.

  “You started it.”

  “In that case.” He shook his hair and sprayed me with droplets. I screamed and screwed up my face as they landed all over me.

  “I know another way dogs play, Mr. Clark.’ I wiped my eyes and raised my eyebrow at him.

  “I’m sure you do, my love.”

  “Yes, and so will you.” I leaned over, grabbed my vest, and put it on. I didn’t bother with the bra, because it wouldn’t be on long enough when we got back. We both stood up, and I looked down feeling terrible that Dorothy would have to clean up this mess. Maybe I could come out bright and early and beat her to it. I went to grab the flashlight, but Bryce was faster.

  “You, Ms. Summers, are not walking.”

  “Says who?”

  “Says me.” He looked at me like he was ready to take me across his knee and give me a spanking, the thought actually excited me. I shot him a seductive smile as I blew out all the candles. He flicked on the flashlight and walked over to me, luring me in for a kiss. Unfortunately that was all it was, a lure, because he bent down, grabbed me from under my arse and lifted me over his shoulder.

  “Bryce! You better not put me in the pool.”

  “Is that a dare, my love?”

  “No.”

  ***

  He walked me back to the tee-pee, and threw me onto the bed.

  “Right, you better be naked by the time I get back.” He disappeared into the bathroom and returned moments later. I had obediently done what I was told. “Very good girl. Come on, come on Alexis.” He patted his thighs, calling me like I was his pet. My mouth dropped. I didn’t want to smile at him, because he was being beyond cheeky, so I pursed my bottom lip, which then turned into a pout. His face changed from playful to concerned in an instant. He slowly walked over to me and grabbed my face kissing me with force, then he lifted my legs into his arms, not breaking the kiss, not even a little. I knew he was only kidding, but my little pout was enough to tell him to stop, and this kiss showed me that he was sorry. He stepped into the spa still holding me, he was so strong. He never flinched when I was in his arms, he was always so controlled in all his movements. I kicked my legs down so that I was standing in front of him.

  “Sit,” I demanded. Now he was the one obediently doing what he was told. I stood above him and his eyes were full of sorrow. “What, Bryce?”

  “I’m sorry for making you feel belittled.”

  “What? The dog thing? No, don’t be silly, I was playing too.” I sat down on top of him and grabbed his face. “You make me feel more loved than I could possibly ever imagine, and anyhow, if you want doggies, you only need to ask.” He smiled, gripped me tightly, and kissed me until I felt him stiffen from beneath. “Again? My goodness.”

  “Have you had enough, Ms Summers?” I shook my head, and his face lit up. So I lifted and allowed him to enter me. It was warm, and we slid up and down each other with ease, keeping our rhythm very slow and subdued. I was slightly sore and the muscles in my thighs were exhausted. But, I had no plans in telling him that. “Alexis, Hunny, thank you for tonight. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.” It occurred to me that he may have never had anyone fuss over him in the past. Of course, women threw themselves at him all the time, but to have someone actually put him before themselves, may not have been something he’d experienced after his parents’ deaths. I know Lucy wo
uld drop anything for him in a heartbeat, but as she had said, she was lost and very selfish for a long time.

  “Oh, Mr Clark, you are quite welcome. I enjoy doing things for you, too.” He held me tighter, almost in a desperate embrace, and I could feel him tensing within me. “This is not how dogs do it, you know.” I mumbled into his mouth, as I moved up and down his hard length.

  His smile broke our kiss. “How do they do it?” he asked, with a slight tilt to his head, and an expression on his face which clearly showed he was fully aware of how. I got up, stood above him, and turned round. I bent over, and leaned on the tiled shelf.

  “And look, a mirror my love, so you can watch me enjoy it.” I opened my legs, enticing him to enter. He growled and moved forward but didn’t stand right away. Instead, he lowered his head and licked my sensitive clitoris. Oh, Holy Fuck. Then he thrust his finger deep inside me as his tongue tantalised my core.

  “You taste so good, Hunny.” he said, between tongue strokes. I whimpered at the mixture of sensation and words I was experiencing. He continued to lick, suck, and please me with his tongue and finger until I could take no more, climaxing and releasing onto him. It felt as if my legs were about to give way when he was up and inside me almost instantly, holding me in place. He put his hands on my hips and pushed into me as far as he could possibly go. Yes, I was spent and my inside was slightly raw, but the thrill and excitement of his eagerness to fuck like a dog overpowered the soreness, and I soon forgot all about it. Holy shit, the length on this man. I cried out as he touched deep down inside me, and it was obvious from his reflection that he was enjoying watching me revel at his mercy. I bit down on my lip to stop any further screams of pleasure. He smirked at me with the knowledge of what I was doing, so he pushed harder and deeper, forcing me to completely let go. I did, as did he along with me. His head fell back, and I could see the veins in his neck flex. He then leaned over me and fingered my clitoris, helping my climax settle itself down.