“We’ll leave first thing in the morning and make our way to a little island I plan on us mooring at for the next few days.” I nod at him as I fill my mouth with a delicious blue cheese and salted cracker. “Did I pack everything you’ll need?” I finish my mouthful and smirk at him.
“Toiletry wise, yes, but I’m a little short on clothes.”
“You won’t be needing them,” he winks at me.
“What about the other people around this island? Are you happy for them to see me naked? I didn’t take you as a man who shares.” His gaze darkens on me.
“I will never be sharing you, your body is for my eyes only. But you don’t have to worry about anyone around the island — I own it.”Of course he does.
“So I’m just supposed to swim and prance about the boat naked? What about you?”
“That’s exactly what you’ll be doing the next few days. I want you naked and ready for me whenever I want you.”
“And what about if I want you?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m all yours. Are you finished or did you want something else?” He nods towards the empty plate and glasses, that wine went down far too easily.
“No, I’m finished, thanks. What wine was that? It was delicious.”
“It’s a Château Lafite-Rothschild. Did you want another glass?” I just shake my head at him as he carries them out of the room.
He’s back within a few minutes and stalks towards me where I’m still perched on the bed.
“I thought I told you I wanted you naked? It’s been hours since I was last inside you. I need you, sweetheart.” It’s like he’s trained my body to respond to him, I swear he only has to tell me he wants me, or glance at me and I’m wet and ready for him.
He starts to strip the clothes from his body and gives me a look that tells me to do the same.
“Now, that food and wine was delicious, but I’m craving something a little sweeter,” he utters as I shed the last item of clothing from my body and he climbs onto the bed. He pulls at my legs, pushing them apart and causing me to fall flat to the mattress.
“Hmm,” he hums as his gaze finds my slit, “seems like somebody else has been craving this, too.” His finger swipes along my pussy lips. “You’re soaking, sweet girl.” He turns his head to where D’Artagnan is still perched on the bed. “Move it, cat. Daddy needs some time with Mommy.”Holy shit. Why is that so hot?I can’t help the moan that passes over my lips at him calling himself that. His eyes flit to mine and a cocky grin takes over his face; he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.Asshole.D’Artagnan has had enough, though, and he jumps from the bed to go and sit in the corner of the room. He starts washing himself with his back turned to us; he’s sulking.
Bennett lowers his head between my thighs and swipes his tongue through my folds, groaning as he gets his first taste. He pushes my legs back and up towards my chest, completely exposing me to his gaze.
“Such a pretty, pink little pussy. I’m going to fucking ruin it tonight.” His tongue plunges into me, licking inside me again and again as my pleasure rises. His thumb presses down on my clit and he continues to tongue my pussy, giving me too much all at once.
“Oh shit, Bennett, I’m going to come.”
“Yeah you are, sweetheart. Fill my mouth with your sweetness.” He grunts as my orgasm crests and I come on his tongue, giving him exactly what he asked for. My legs fall to the mattress, limp after the intense feelings he evoked in me. I feel him climb up the bed, his body hovering over mine. His cock nudges me, seeking entrance, wanting to be inside me as much as I want to feel him filling me. He gradually pushes in, I feel each barbell as they rub my inner walls, that bite of pain as his cock stretches me that bit beyond my limits until he’s fully seated in me.
“You’re too sore for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? I’ve taken you so much these past two days, yet here you are, under me, naked, taking everything I give you like the good little slut you are.” It shouldn’t turn me on, I’m an independent woman, I don’t like to be humiliated, and I have to be the best at everything I do. Yet here I am getting turned on by being called a slut. It’s like he’s opened a door to a sexual side I didn’t know I had, didn’t know I wanted.
He raises onto his knees and begins to really thrust into me. My hands fist the bedsheets under us, trying to find some semblance of control — a control I’ll never find, not with him and certainly not in the bedroom. He suddenly pulls out of me and before I can gain my senses he flips me onto my front and raises me onto my hands and knees, slamming his cock back into me. He groans as his cock pistons into me deeper than he’s ever been before.
“Bennett,” I practically scream, and he picks up his pace as if my scream only encouraged him. “I can’t,” I whimper, “Bennett, it’s too much.”
“No, it’s not,” he growls, keeping up his furious thrusts. “You can take me. Now, be a good girl, rub that clit and come for me.” I fall to my chest as I lift my hand to my clit — Bennett’s frantic pace causing me to lose my balance — and rub in fast circles. “That’s it, sweet girl,I can feel you tightening. Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? Come for me so I can fill you up.” And I do. As if he commands my body, my orgasm hurtles through me and I fall to the mattress, a pile of muscle and bone. He continues to hammer into me, his thrusts hard and deep as he finds his own release.
“Fuck, yes,” he bellows as he comes inside me, filling me completely with his cum. He collapses on top of me, quickly rolling us onto our sides so his weight isn’t pressing into me, our bodies still joined. His hands cup my body, one pressing flat against my stomach, the other cupping a breast.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I want to see these gorgeous tits filled with milk and this beautiful belly round with my baby. Don’t get the shot again. Please give me this. Give us a baby.”Christ. This man could talk me into anything when he’s buried inside me. I don’t answer him, though, too worried about the words that will leave my lips. I’m finding it more and more difficult to say no to him.
Chapter Twelve
No more pictures.
There have been no more pictures.
He likes to gloat, to show off; he would have made his move by now, and I would have pictures. She was a beauty, I was looking forward to seeing what he did to her. Something must have happened, which means she’s no longer his anymore.
