Текст книги "Indecent Cravings: Part Three"
Автор книги: S. K. Cross
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Chapter 17
He expertly scrunches up the sheets into a makeshift rope. “Hands over your head.”
My pussy jumps to life. “If it pleases you, Director.”
Then, he ties my hands together, binding the sheets to large hooks on the wall. He removes a pillowcase and uses it to bind my feet together. He takes another one and ties it around my mouth, effectively gagging me.
He jumps . . . no, leaps is a better word . . . on top of me.
Lukas Thorn spends a good solid minute looking down into my eyes. The electric connection is almost unbearably intense at this close range.
At that moment, the police boat moves alongside us. The red and blue lights flash as the low rumble of the outboards chug by.
“Shhhh,” says Lukas, never breaking the stare. “It will pass. Nobody saw us.”
The surreal strobe flashes catch his eyes, making him vampire-like in the darkness as his hard body presses into me. The wispy ends of his hair, still wet from the water, fall forward in messy dangles.
The rumbling passes and the lights fade.
Soon, we’re back in near-darkness.
But it’s more than that. So much more than that. The way he looks at me. The way he commands me.
“You’re mine now,” he growls. “You dirty girl.”
I squirm and grunt as I bite down on the makeshift gag, his hardness pressing into my naked crotch.
He snaps his head down to my neck with a lick that causes my entire body to buck upward, like it’s trying to fuse with him completely.
I grunt louder.
“Shhhhhh,” he says.
Right. We’re on somebody else’s boat. I forgot. That’s going to be tough.
He moves back to my face and plants his roughly on my mouth. He bites my lower lip, dragging it with his teeth while growling.
I buck again. Can’t help it.
He lets go of my lip. “Do you want to get fucked, dirty girl?”
I nod yes while making a mmm-hmm sound. I try not to be loud, but it’s difficult. I want to scream Mmm-hmm! as loud as I can . . . because I never meant it as much before.
“So beautiful,” he says as his hands move down to my breasts, stroking my fully-hard nipples lightly. “Such a beautiful body.”
His hand grazes my body all the way down to my crotch. His fingers dance all over my folds.
Yep, I grunt again. You knew I would. I can’t help it.
“Shhhh,” he says again, his fingers working their magic.
Seriously, how does he expect me not to make a sound? This is too much!
“Now remember, you may not come until instructed so. Nod.”
I nod.
“Remember, I took control of your orgasms. They are mine. I own them, just like I own this pussy.”
A finger slides up inside me.
Oh!
He lightly tussles the head of my clit with his thumb as his finger . . . I’m betting his middle one . . . curls up inside me and hits the spot.
Gah!
Oh fuck!
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!
My body bucks in a full convulsion at that, but doesn’t come.
“See?” he says. “I own your pussy. It is mine. It does as I say. It’s my toy.”
He curls his finger and presses upward into the spot again.
Oh fuck!
I growl under the gag.
He laughs. The fucking bastard laughs.
“Torture, isn’t it? Not allowed to come and yet so turned on?”
I nod.
Then I feel another finger move past my pussy and down to my asshole. He taps on my backdoor.
Uh-oh.
Am I ready for this?
I want this. I already told you. I’m just not sure if I’m ready.
As he works his magic on my pussy, the smaller finger . . . pinky, maybe . . . draws little lines back there.
God, he’s doing it again, like at Lorena’s party. He’s playing me like a musical instrument.
He’s just hitting a lower note now, the smaller finger pressing inward a little more.
Then his hand is gone. He’s doing something with his fingers.
Oh, right. He’s using my pussy juice as lube.
His hand returns with a flourish, another tap to the head of my clit and another curl inside.
Ah!
Fuck!
And another tap to my asshole.
Then, the strangest feeling ever.
I mean, I’ve had stuff up there. I’ve fingered myself while watching porn, sure. I mean, when you see those girls enjoying it so much, you gotta try.
I usually forgot about it as I came from stroking my pussy, though.
However, this is completely different.
When someone else is doing the anal invading, it’s a totally different feeling. You have no clue what’s going to happen next because you’re not in charge of it.
I buck and grunt again.
Ooooh, so close to launching that time! So close.
But just like he commanded, I can’t fully get there.
God, what if he never lets me get there? What will happen? The way I feel right now, I think I will just die.
I can see it on my toe tag now. Cause of death: orgasm denial.
Then his little finger parts my sphincter and presses upward inside me.
Oh God!
Deep inside me.
Oh God!
This is weird.
So far so good. I think I kind of like it. Not too different from when I experimented back there.
Then he slides his finger back outward, while hitting my spot again with his other one.
I come closer than I have ever come to coming, but without coming.
This is amazing! It’s like he has complete control of me. Wait, he does have complete control of me!
Oh wow, I’ve fulfilled my mission, haven’t I?
Look, Lorena! Control. I’ve granted him complete control. It worked. It totally worked! Just like you said it would!
Wait, what is that sensation I’m feeling now?
Oh, it’s his little finger moving in and out of my asshole. I’ve adapted. God, I kind of like it.
“You haven’t had anal,” he says. I turn and look at him. I shake my head. “That needs to change.”
The expression on my face must give away my fear. That’s a beast of a cock. I don’t think I’m ready to take that up my ass tonight.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Not now. But anal is my preference. If you’re going to be my property, you’re going to learn to love anal, to beg for it, and to come from anal only. You will eventually prefer it as well.”
What? Really? I sense my eyes bugging out of my head.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll begin training as soon as we get back to Miami. I’ve decided to make you my trainee. If you prove yourself worthy, then you will become one of my private submissives.”
One? Did he say one, as in “one of?” What? There are others?
Before I have time to think too deeply about any of this, he says as he leans back, steps off the bed, and undoes his pants all in one motion, “But now it’s time for you to get fucked. Fucked hard.”
Yeah, that phrase will pretty much make me forget about any thought.
The pants come down, revealing my reward from earlier. Hello, old friend. Come inside me.
He walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer, and fumbles around.
What is he doing?
Then, he closes the drawer. I hear a plastic package being opened!
Oooooh, I am going to get fucked!
Finally!
Oh God, finally!
He tears the condom packet with his teeth and wraps it on his cock.
Then he’s back on top of me, his full, raw naked power so fervidly hot as he stares down into my soul.
His hand abruptly goes around my neck. He exerts a little pressure.
“You’re mine, dirty girl,” he says, his voice like a creature from the dark depths. “I will take you as I please and you will love it.”
Chapter 18
I’m breathing heavily now, grunting under the gag, my body squirming, trying its best to tell him how much it wants, it needs to be fucked right now.
He licks my cheek, then releases my neck. He taps my other cheek with the back of his hand lightly. Then he lets one finger fall down underneath my chin.
Then he takes the head of his cock and presses it up and down over my pussy.
I’m bucking hard now. He matches the speed of my bucks with his strokes.
This really is torture. He’s hitting my clit just right, sending me to the edge again.
He laughs again.
“I love control,” he says. “I love controlling you. You can’t come. You really can’t come.”
I growl into the gag.
He rises to an inch above my face. His look is brutal.
“You won’t come until I’ve fucked you like I want to fuck you! Time to take my pleasure!”
I drift into space. I think my eyes roll into my head as his tip penetrates me. He goes slow, thank god.
Holy fuck!
Ho.
Ly.
Fucking.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He’s inside me. The whole thing. God, it feels like a goddamned torpedo.
I’m near-hyperventilating. Sweating, too.
He undoes the gag, takes it off, and says, “Do you want to be taken? Permission granted to speak freely.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me to take you.”
“Take me.”
“I’m not convinced.”
“Take me! Fuck me! Do what you want with me! I’m your goddamned property!”
“That’s my dirty girl,” he growls.
Then I feel his cock move backward again.
Gah! Oh! Wow, holy shit.
Then forward.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
“Shhhhh,” he says as he begins thrusting with more speed.
Oh my God, oh my fucking God!
I’m beyond tortured now. I’m a melting blob of denied orgasm.
“Let’s fuck now,” he says.
Then he goes to town.
Oh, heaven!
I’m getting pounded by Lukas Thorn. I can’t believe this.
Mission accomplished.
Mission fucking accomplished.
He laughs. “You’re funny when your eyes roll into your head.”
“Do they really?”
“Yeah, sometime I’ll have to video that. He says. But for now, I’m going to make them do it again for my own pleasure.”
The thrusts resume!
Ah!
Gah!
Fuck!
Yes!
Holy shit.
He laughs again. “Yeah, just like that.”
“Do my eyes really roll into my head?”
He bits my lower lip again. His breathing is heavy. “Like you wouldn’t believe, dirty girl. You are my dirty girl, you know.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it.”
“I’m your dirty girl.”
“Yes, you are. You’re my dirty fucking toy girl. I will fuck you when I please, how I please, and you will like it. You will beg for it. You will beg to please me with your body in any way I want, with any hole at any time.”
He fucks me harder.
“You slut! You dirty whore!”
God, yes!
“Look at me!”
I look deep into his eyes.
“You fucking dirty, fucking whore slut! You want to get fucked all the time, don’t you?”
I can’t answer. I’m breathing too hard. The thrusts are jackhammering me to death here.
“You love it! You love getting fucked! Such a goddamned whore! Come for me, whore! Come for me now!”
The sun explodes.
Or that’s how it feels. Everything dissolves into a big bang of pure joy. I feel it everywhere. In my fingertips. In the strands of my hair. In my asshole. In my toenails.
Shit.
Wow.
Holy fucking shit.
I’ve never come like that.
“Come for me again,” he says, still thrusting.
Wait . . . I can’t . . .
Whoa!
Fuck!
Yes!
It’s like I’m lifted back up onto an orgasm cloud again.
Then I come back down to earth.
But wait, he’s still thrusting. I look down. His cock is still ramming me so hard and so fast that I think I might just pass out. But what a beautiful sight!
But that means he hasn’t come yet. I look up into his eyes. He’s smiling.
Oh no . . . not again.
“One more time, dirty girl!” he says.
I grit my teeth, knowing I can’t resist.
“Come for me again . . . now!”
This one is truly mind-blowing.
The entire universe melts as he grunts and plows deep into me.
His growls echo deep into my soul and beyond the solar system as he fires himself into me.
Fuck!
Yes!
God!
His thrusts slow and I return to earth.
Holy shit.
His sweat drips down onto me from his forehead onto my upper lip. I stick my tongue up and swallow it. So good. So salty.
We stay like that for a little while, him still inside me all spent, getting our breathing under control, his gorgeous face above me looking deep into my eyes.
Finally he speaks.
“Jayden Raye, you are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.”
In this moment, here on this yacht in the middle of a harbor in Nassau is the moment I realize I’m truly in love. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. This must be that over-arching compulsion thing Trevor described to me.
All I know is that this man is everything to me.
He gets up, removes the condom, throws it in a trash barrel, and then climbs next to me. I curl into him and fall asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 19
The low rumble of the engines wakes me.
My eyes shoot open and I dart up in the big bed.
I’m alone in the stateroom.
Fuck.
Where is Lukas?
We’re moving! The sun is streaming in through the windows and we’re moving.
Holy fuck! What is happening here?
I look around me. We made quite a mess last night. The owner of this boat is going to be pissed.
But wait, if the boat is moving, then the owner must know we’re here. Where the fuck is Lukas?
I get up and go to the window. Yep, that’s the ocean. We’re in the middle of the goddamned ocean.
Did the owner not check his own stateroom? Maybe he’s not even here and radioed the crew to take the boat to him.
Shit.
What do I do?
I look down. I’m naked. I have no clothes with me. I’m a naked girl on a boat in the middle of nowhere.
And I’m alone.
Think, Abigail, think! Lukas couldn’t have gone far, right?
The door opens and I jump. I turn to see Lukas with a silver service tray. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
Even though he fucked me into oblivion last night, and even though we’re at sea on a stranger’s boat, the sight of that amazing body fires me up all over again.
“Good morning,” he says as he places the tray on the bed. He turns and shuts the door. “Breakfast in bed.”
He lifts one of the covers. On one plate is a pile of bacon, scrambled eggs, and sausages. Then he lifts the second. French toast, pancakes, and buttered toast. Two glasses of orange juice and two coffees round out the display.
“I don’t get it,” I say. “Where did you get that?”
“From the owner of this yacht.”
“What? He knows we’re here? And he’s okay with the fact that two strangers sneaked aboard and had sex in his bed?”
Lukas walks over to me, placing his hands on my waist. Then he kisses me full on the lips.
“The owner of the boat,” he says, “is very happy we sneaked on board and had sex on his bed. Because the owner is me.”
I put my hands up to my mouth and giggle. “Oh my god! This is your yacht? Are you serious? But this is huge! This is a billionaire’s yacht.”
“Yes,” he says. “It is. And yes, I am.”
I laugh. “So you sneaked us onto your own boat. Why didn’t you just tell me it was your boat?”
He shrugs. “It was more fun that way.” He kisses me again.
“Come on. Let’s have breakfast.”
Chapter 20
Showered and wearing a brand new bikini that just happened to be in the huge closet off the stateroom among several others . . . hmph! . . . I walk out onto the deck.
Lukas is typing something into his iPhone. His shoulder muscles glisten in the sun. He’s eating grapes from a white bowl.
He looks up at me, his sapphire eyes catching the glow of the water. “We’ll be in Miami within the hour. We’ll dock at my house.” He puts the iPhone down.
“Of course,” I say as I sit next to him, “you have a private dock.”
He eats a grape. “Yes, and?”
I play-hit him, and then take a grape. “I didn’t know you were so rich.”
“Have you ever heard of Thorn Industries?”
“No.”
“Most people haven’t. We have vested interests in various ventures all around the globe. Private capital. Global engineering. Resource deployment.”
“Yeah, you lost me at vested interests.”
“That’s fine. I don’t pay too much attention to it myself. It’s the family’s business. My brothers and sisters have more to do with it than me. I focus on my passions.”
“Which are?”
“Training young women to enjoy their bodies and be sexually free instead of being held prisoner by society’s rules.”
I eat a grape. “I think I noticed that.”
He meets my eyes and the electricity returns. “You’re different. You’re going to be my personal property. The things I teach at that school are for Lorena’s matchmaking service. What I’m going to teach you is my own way.”
I throw him an underlook. “I read your book, remember.”
He smiles. “That’s tame. Wait until you get to your real training.”
Then he kisses me and stands up. “Be right back.”
This is amazing. Life is just too good at the moment.
Although, I have purposely put other thoughts out of my head. Like the fact that it’s August. The summer is winnowing away. I’m due back at Wellesley in two weeks. Am I going to call and tell them I’m dropping out?
Am I dropping out? Do I really want to drop out? Lorena’s words telling me about refusing the offer when she was young come back to me. I don’t want to end up missing out on something like a relationship with Lukas Thorn.
A relationship? Listen to me, I sound like a stupid girl who defines herself by the men in her life. No, I don’t want to be that either. But, Lukas Thorn isn’t like most men. While there is all this Dominant/submissive stuff which I admit fires me up like a blazing cannon, there is the aspect about personal freedom that I don’t see in other relationships.
I need to explore that more.
Then, there’s my family. They’re going to lose it if I don’t go back to school. I may just have to suck it up and deal with it. Maybe I should fly back for the Labor Day party on Cape Cod. At least put in an appearance, right? Maybe take Lukas Thorn with me.
Ha, the very thought of that seems ludicrous. Lukas Thorn is not the kind of guy you bring to clambakes under beach tents, hobnobbing with other rich snobs. I just can’t picture him answering questions from some rich fat guy with a Brahmin accent, “So where are you wintering this year, my good chap?”
I giggle.
Lukas’ phone vibrates.
I glance down.
I don’t mean to see what I see. It’s an emoji. A bunny rabbit holding a big red heart.
I’m not spying, I swear. It’s just there.
But my heart sinks when I see the message right above it.
Can I believe what I’m seeing?
I touch the screen and scroll up to read the entire exchange.
My entire world comes crashing down around me when I read:
Her: You said you loved me and I was the only one. Were you lying?
Lukas: Of course not.
Her: Then fly up to New York this weekend. I’ll meet you at our hotel.
Lukas: Ok.
Her: [Picture of a big fucking asshole bunny rabbit holding a giant fucking heart.]
I hear a noise.
Lukas Thorn is back on deck, looking down at me.
The look on my face must say it all.
“I can explain,” he says.
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