He smirks as he stops, standing naked at the foot of the bed, before he grabs his trunks and pulls them back on.
“To get some new toys to torture you with to play with in thirty-three minutes,” he says, somehow always knowing exactly how much time remains without ever looking at the clock.
I swallow hard, thinking about what he could be bringing back. A whip, crop, rope, butt plug, what? I doubt that he thought to bring all those things with him when he didn’t know that he was going to find a woman who craved those things, but maybe he did. Or maybe he’s going to find a creative solution to finding new toys to play with. Whatever he does, I don’t care. I want him. The toys are just a bonus.
He’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve never been so consumed with the need for sex, but now, I don’t know how I’ve lived without sex that takes over everything.
He starts walking toward the door.
“Are you going to untie me?”
He stops and turns his head to look at me, deadpan. “No.”
And then he turns and walks out the door, leaving my arms tied behind my back, as I lie in the bed, naked except for my own cum still dripping down between my legs. Damn this man. Even when he’s gone, he makes sure that all I can do is think about him. I close my eyes while I try to decide if choosing Brody over all the other men was the best or worst thing I’ve ever done in my life. It’s too soon to decide. But I do know one thing. Brody has just ruined sex for me with all other men.
6
Brody
This woman.
I can’t get her out of my head. She owns me. My thoughts. My body. My cock. Everything. It’s hers.
I’ve only known her a week, but in that week, I’ve fucked her in almost every way my dirty brain can come up with. I’ve tied her up in ways I thought no woman could actually bend. I’ve pushed her limits, fucking her in public places, over balconies, in restaurants. I’ve made her bleed, caused bruises, and heard her cry out from the pain of my hand or a whip on her ass or thigh. None of it was enough.
It wasn’t enough for me.
And it sure wasn’t enough for her.
I know everything there is to know about her body. I know the whimpers she makes when she is begging me for more. I know just how far her body can last before she’s lost to her orgasm. I know exactly what buttons to push on her body to make her come seconds after our first kiss. I know how hard to hit her ass to make her cheeks just the right shade of pink.
I know all of that, yet the only personal thing I know about her is that she’s a veterinarian who has a rich friend, who’s a princess, and that she came here to forget something. I know that I’m the first man she’s been with who she’s had dark, dangerous sex with and that, most likely, after today, when she goes back home, she’ll go back to her normal ways. She will date normal men who take her on normal dates and have normal sex.
She won’t beg them to tie her up. She won’t ache for them to control her body with whips and chains. She’ll pretend she is a nice, sweet girl that wants a nice, caring man. She’ll search for a man to marry, to raise kids with. She’ll forget about her dark urges and me.
I’m not sure if I can handle that. I won’t let her forget about me. I need one more fuck that will make it impossible for her to forget me. Something that will push her limits further than I’ve ever pushed her. Which is going to be hard since I fucked her on the hour for twenty-four hours straight and then at least three times a day the rest of the week. Each time I fucked her, I tried to come up with something that would make her use her safe word to make me stop.
She never did. Not even close.
Skye rolls over in bed with a grin on her face. Even though her eyes are still closed, she knows that I’m in bed with her. It’s a strange feeling at first—to wake up in a bed with a woman, but how quickly that faded after the first night we spent together. Now, I can’t imagine not waking up to her sweet face and getting a good fuck in before we even leave the bed.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, able to read my body and mind without even opening her eyes.
It’s freaky how well we know each other’s bodies.
“About how I want to fuck you on our last day together.”
Her eyes flicker open as she licks her bottom lip. “What do you have in mind?”
I can’t help but smile at her reaction. I’ve never been with a woman who wanted sex as much as I do, but Skye is definitely that woman. She’s never satiated. I think I could spend every second of every day trying to make that happen, and it never would.
I stroke her face, trying to memorize every feature of her face to take with me.
“What is something you’ve always wanted to do on vacation?” I ask.
“You,” she says, giggling a little.
I shake my head. “Other than sex, my dirty girl. What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but never did? Or have you done it all? The snorkeling, the swimming with dolphins, the zip-lining.”