I was having a great time. Right up until, mere minutes after ordering me to sit on his lap, he discreetly snaked his hand under my dress and started teasing the absolute shit out of me. His fingers homed in on my clit—rubbing, plucking, rolling, and circling it. Not only was I soon wet and eager to come, I was alsounallowedto come.
As such, it was something of a humungous relief when he announced that we were heading to the room he’d booked. Leaving the lounge, we walked along the hallway, across the dome—a large ballroom that was much like a miniature club—and down yet another hallway before he stopped at a particular door. With a swipe of his membership card, he unlocked it.
And I stepped right into a beach cabana.
It was spacious with an outdoor bed, two sun loungers, and a table with two chairs. Glasses, bottles of water, and a bottle of edible sun oil rested on the table.
White, gauze drapes fluttered slightly with the artificial breeze. Only the rear drape was open, revealing a large beach hut made of driftwood, reeds, and grass. Inside was a hot tub, seating area, small fridge, and cooling fan. The latter was necessary, given it was hot enough to convince you that you were in fact on a tropical beach. Especially when the air rang with the cry of seagulls, muffled voices, and the crashing of waves sweeping ashore.
Coming up behind me, Danton spoke into my ear. “What did I ask you to do the moment we entered the private room?”
Remembering, I set my purse on the table and then shed my clothes. I hung them over the back of a chair before placing my shoes beneath it.
Danton circled me, lightly skimming his fingers along my stomach, sides, and butt. “Perfect.”
The combination of his touch and the ‘breeze’ made my nipples tighten and my skin break out in goosebumps. He didn’t miss it; satisfaction rippled across his face.
His gaze alive with heat, he halted in front of me. “Stay where you are,” he said, his voice low, deep, and ringing with authority.
He took off his own clothes slow and easy. His cock was already full and heavy, and my thighs momentarily clenched at the sight. I doubted I’d feel him inside me any time soon. He had that look in his eye. The one that told me he intended to take his time.
Naked, he crossed to me, his face cold, his jaw set, his eyes twin pools of hunger. “Now here’s how things are going to go,” he said, calm and expectant andallassertiveness. “You’re going to lie down on that bed over there flat on your back and close your eyes. After that, you’re not going to move. You’re not going to talk. You’re not going to make a single sound. You’re not even going to open your eyes.”
I blinked. The latter rule was new.
He skimmed his finger along my jawline. “Your only purpose right now is to please me. So let everything else fall away. All my perfect little toy needs to focus on is lying still and quiet while I do whatever I want.”
Predictably, my hormones did the fucking wave.
“One last thing. I know you’re on the pill. I’ve seen you take it. So I’ll be taking you ungloved tonight. If you have an issue with that, say so now.”
My taut nipples prickled. “No issue.”
Satisfaction heated his gaze. “Bed.” It was nothing short of a non-negotiable order, and everything in me responded to it—heating, melting, tingling.
My pulse racing, I crossed to the bed, positioned myself on my back, and closed my eyes. My body was already a hot mess after his teasing in the lounge. So, damp and needy and buzzing with anticipation, I was strung tight as I waited for him to move. I wouldn’t have thought that having my eyes closed would heighten my excitement, but it did.
I heard a cap flip open, and then the scent of coconut laced the air.
The oil.
The mattress dipped in places, and I had the sense that he was kneeling over me. He lifted one of my hands and began a light massage, the oil warm from the heat of his palms. His fingers and thumbs kneaded and glided with just the right amount of pressure.
When my hand was limp as a noodle, he moved onto my arm. My other arm was next, quickly followed by my shoulders and my neck.
There was possessiveness in the press of his fingertips and how his hands shaped and squeezed as they swept over me … like I was clay for him to mold in whatever way he wished. All the while, he whispered compliments and praise that soaked into my being just as the oil soaked into my skin.
Hands closed over my breasts, and it took everything in me not to gasp. He stroked and plumped, and then thumbs were circling and flicking my nipples. He didn’t linger. He massaged his way down to my stomach, hips, thighs, legs, and feet.
At this point, I was as pliant as a ragdoll. I was also close to trembling with need, my core hot and throbbing. And I knew that any minute now he’d dosomethingto catch me off-guard;something that would make me buck or moan if I wasn’t careful. I braced myself, determined not to in any way react.
It occurred to me that he might instead actually roll me onto my stomach to massage my—
A tongue licked at my slit, and Iverynearly jumped. It swept between my folds again and again, pausing every now and then to dip inside me or circle my clit. Oh God, it feltso fucking good.If I hadn’t had so much practice at remaining outwardly unresponsive I’d have had no chance of holding back my moans.
“Love how my toy tastes.” Danton licked a pattern over my folds. “She’s being a very, very good toy, doing exactly what I told her to do.”
Well, it was in my best interests. And I rather enjoyed the challenge. What I loved more was the pride that coated his voice.