“Good girl.” I hear him add more lube, then he pushes in further.
For a second, I’m a panting mess trying to get used to his size. He stops moving to give me time to adjust and lowers hislips back to mine, kissing me so deeply, taking me away from the pain and back in the pleasure. His hands coming to my tits, and he plays with my nipples, softly rubbing them between his fingers.
Then his lips are gone, and I feel the vibrator back at my pussy. “Oh God, Orlando,” I cry, not sure I can handle anything more.
“Yeah, that’s it. See, what did I tell you? You should trust me to give you everything you need.”
“Fuck, this is more than I imagined,” I groan, my voice sounding distorted. I’m so out of it, so far down the rabbit hole of my pleasure coma I can’t even think straight, but I don’t want him to stop either, I want it all.
“But it’s so fucking good, isn’t it, Sloane?” He slides the vibrator inside of me. It’s not on but it’s still big when his cock is already in my ass. I feel stretched like never before.
“Yes,” I moan, my hips bucking off the comforter, ready for him to give me more.
He starts to move inside my ass, thrusting the vibrator in and out of me at the same time.
I find his back, digging my fingernails in as I completely lose control, and I’m taken to a place I have never been before. I don’t know where it is, someplace between heaven and hell. All I know is this feeling is addictive, and I want more.
“That’s it, treasure, I’m right here with you, cum for me again,” his voice washes over me.
Right on cue, I tumble over the edge, thrusting violently under him. He pumps into me a few more times and then I feel him jerk forward one last time, filling my ass with his cum.
He finds my lips, kissing me tenderly as he removes the blindfold, his dark eyes locking with mine. “You were made for me, treasure, and now you know I was made for you as well.” He places one last kiss to my lips, then he’s gone, his gorgeous body blurring from my view.
From my exhausted heap of limbs sprawled on his bed, I hear the bathwater running, the scent of lavender and chamomile filling the air. And I know this is far from over.
Chapter 18
AsIstepoutof the shower and wrap a towel around my middle, Orlando comes into the bathroom and holds up a pretty pale blue floral bikini. I raise a brow. “Are we going to lie out in the sun today? I already told you I’m not dressing up as a doll for you.” I smirk back at him from the mirror. He’s dressed in swim trunks, his chest on full display, and I get a little lost checking him out.
His lips curl at the sides playfully. “You make such a pretty doll. But no. Today you’re going to learn to swim.”
I spin back to face him, my heart leaping into my throat, my eyes feeling as wide as saucers. “Ah, hell no.”
He takes my hands in his, lacing our fingers together. “Sloane, you don’t strike me as the kind of girl who is afraid of much, but water scares you because no one ever cared to show you how to swim.”
“I’ve never needed to know. I spend my whole life in my club, there is no water there,” I sass back.
“Not anymore.”
“If I learn to swim, I might get away,” I snip back, trying whatever I can to get out of what he thinks is a brilliant idea.
“I’ll take that risk to have you not be scared of the water anymore.”
I search his face. He’s got the look of determination in his eyes I’m starting to understand means he won’t back down. “You’re really serious about this?”
He nods, his hands gripping mine a little tighter.
With a frustrated sigh, I drop my towel, biting into my bottom lip, hoping maybe I can distract him with my tits.
His eyes run all the way down my body, and his lips twitch up at the sides, but all he does is hand me the bikini. “I’ll see you out on the pool deck in five.” He leaves me alone, walking away with a stupid smirk.
“Controlling asshole,” I huff out under my breath, not caring if he hears me or not. I planned on going my whole life without learning to swim. Until the other night when I wanted to escape him, it was never necessary. I slip on the tiny bikini that he handed me and stare back at my reflection in the mirror. This scrap of fabric is hardly ideal for a swimming lesson. He’s lost his mind. But with a lack of anything else to do and knowing how stubborn he is, I hobble out to the pool for my first ever swimming lesson. I decide to give my ankle brace a miss because once I’m in the water I won’t need it anymore anyway.
I find him already in the pool, his gorgeous chest gleaming with water droplets that only seem to accentuate his muscles. He knows I’m checking him out as well, and he grins back at me all playful. He moves over to the stairs and holds a hand out for me to take.
“It looks cold,” I complain, trying for a last-ditch attempt to avoid getting in there.
“It’s heated.” He smirks, knowing my tactics.
