11. Felix
11
FELIX
W e spent the afternoon lazing in bed, watching television, eating, chatting about nothing and everything, and we napped. It was nice. Now we are hanging out in the pool, naked because who needs to wear clothes?
“This is nice.” She hums as she floats on her back, looking up into the sky. “But I do feel like I’m distracting you from what’s on offer on the island.”
“What do you mean?” I ask her.
Harper places her feet back on the pool floor and looks over at me. “Have you explored the map on the tablet yet?” I shake my head. Haven’t had a chance. “There are so many places you don’t even know exist yet.”
“Then tell me. What are your favorite things to do on the island? You know it best,” I ask her.
“There are so many things, but it depends on what you’re into.”
“Are you asking me for likes and dislikes?”
“Not for me, for the island. How can I be a good guide if I take you somewhere that might freak you out?” she advises.
“Are there places that might freak me out?”
She nods. “There are so many levels of kink here from the truly hardcore to the everyday stuff.”
“Think I’m fine skipping the hardcore stuff, I already know that’s probably not for me,” I tell her.
“Me either. I’m not going to yuck someone’s yum because that’s what makes this place so great, but yeah, what happens in those areas is a hard pass for me. Luckily, everything has signage with the levels on the signs so that people know before walking in the level of comfortability.”
“Ah, that’s what those numbers are on the signs.”
She nods. “In the city clubs, you travel up to different floors so it’s a little easier to not get lost.” Good to know. I don’t want to stumble and accidentally end up in a gimp mask and ball gag being spanked by Kevin for being a naughty boy. “There’s an age playroom if you’re into dressing up like a baby or being someone’s daddy.” She winks at me. I shake my head. That does not do anything for me, but there’s no shame if it does for others. “What about the bondage area, do you like being tied up? Or tying someone up? Handcuffs? Ropes? Zip ties? Shackles? Spreader bars? Blindfolds?”
“Guess I’m bondage lite, nothing hardcore. Probably stuff you would get at your local sex shop. Like handcuffs and blindfolds or being tied to a bed.”
“Who doesn’t love a little bondage play?” She smirks. Noted.
“You also liked spanking this morning when Dom did it.”
Harper smirks. “Not normally, but in that moment, it was hot.” Wonder if she would let me spank her. “What about you?” she asks.
“I like the idea of spanking someone while fucking them, but I don’t think I’m into someone spanking me.”
“What about with a horsewhip?” she asks.
“A horsewhip?”
“Or a flogger?”
“Maybe I’m more vanilla than I thought.”
“Right, no spanking for Felix.” Harper smirks.
“What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done here?” I ask her.
“The dark room.” My eyes widen. What the hell is the dark room? Do I want to know what it is? “There’s this room, it’s completely dark. Every thirty seconds the room lights up for a couple of seconds before turning dark again. That is the only place the bands don’t work due to the darkness. You need to check in and accept that what happens in that room you are consenting to. Male, female, everyone is open to it. You can tell the person you are uncomfortable, and they will move on, but you don’t know who is touching you, fucking you, kissing you, licking you, or sucking you,” she explains.
Um, not sure that’s for me. “Did you like it?”
She scrunches up her nose a little, so I’m going to say that’s a no, thank goodness. I’m not sure I would have followed her if she wanted to go back there. “It was hot being in the dark and not knowing who was touching you, but it was a weird feeling at first. Felt like I was out of my depth, and I had to try to calm myself down, but once people started touching me and it felt good, I started to give in a little and then the sensations happened and heightened and it was easier to give in some more, especially when it started to feel good. It was a wild ride. Like at one point I had someone between my legs, a cock in each hand, one down my throat, and people sucking on my nipples. It was sensory overload.”
“That might be too much for me,” I confess.
“We can both tick that area off the tour. I did it once, and I think that’s enough. It will live rent-free in my mind,” she says.
“Is that the hottest thing you’ve done here then?” I ask. She shakes her head. Of course it wasn’t.
“Not sure if I should tell you, it might freak you out.”
“What, you can’t start it like that. Now I really want to know.”
“This is stuff I try at the resort not in my normal relationships,” she explains.
“Harper, I’m not going to judge you.” She scrunches up her face again. I move over to where she is standing and reach out, touching her face. “I love how open you are being with me.” My thumb slides along her cheek.
“I’ve never told anyone before about what I’ve done,” she confesses.
“Then I feel damn special.”
“You take these dirty secrets to the grave,” she warns, pointing her finger at me.
“I promise,” I cross my heart, “Scouts’ honor,” I tease, holding up my hand.
She rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud and to you,” Harper mumbles. “My fantasy was …” she bites her lip, contemplating if she is going to tell me. Honestly, my dick has woken up and is twitching to know, too, “… being blindfolded, tied up, and used by an unknown number of men.” Oh. “See, you’re judging me.”
“No, I’m not,” I argue back. “Honestly, I’m relieved. I thought it might have been something fucked up like, I don’t know, drowning under a golden shower.”
Harper’s face screws up in disgust. “Drowning in a golden shower?”
“My mind went there. I don’t think a gang bang is that bad,” I tell her.
“It isn’t?” She seems surprised by my comment.
“Honestly, sounds fun, as long as it was all consensual, then it’s all good. I mean, what man wouldn’t want a group of hot women ravaging him.”
Harper seems relieved. “Seriously, you don’t look at me differently?”
I shake my head. “No. That would be hypocritical when we’re both holidaying at a sex resort.” A wide smile forms across her face, and I’d do and say anything to keep her smiling like that. “What happened?”
“You want to know?”
“I’m kind of curious,” I confess.
“It all started with a conversation with my host. It was a very random, off-the-cuff remark, and he told me he could arrange that fantasy if I wanted. It threw me, but he talked me through it. He suggested starting with staff for the first time in this scenario just to help me feel safe. They would understand the rules and boundaries and wouldn’t get carried away. My safety was the most important thing. That settled my nerves, he also suggested doing it in my room so I would feel comfortable instead of one of the sex rooms that might make it feel intimidating.” I totally understand that, I haven’t even ventured into any of the playrooms yet, but I’m man enough to say that I’m slightly intimidated by the idea of it. “Once we ran through the logistics of the scene, everything was arranged, and when the day came, I was so excited but also freaking out. The host was lovely and gentle and said he would be directing everything. He then slowly restrained me to the bed, my wrists above my head. Not sure if you’ve noticed, but there are hooks on the bed as well as a separate button that moves it into random positions,” she explains.
“Excuse what?”
Harper chuckles. “Yeah, there is also a sliding bar that comes out if you are restrained, so when the bed is flipped to standing up, if you are restrained, you can be twisted into different positions.”
I stare at her in surprise. “They think of everything.”
“You’re going to want to try it now, aren’t you?” She giggles.
“Um, yeah. You just told me the bed turns into some kind of kinky transformer. You bet I’m going to try it, anyway, continue,” I tell her.
“Anyway, I’m in position, naked, then I’m blindfolded. When that happened, I thought I might have a panic attack, it was like a buildup of anticipation that became overwhelming. Then it became thrilling when the host announced that the men had arrived. Next thing I knew, people started touching me, kissing me, licking me, then before I knew it, I was being fucked within an inch of my life. It was wild. I lost track of the number of orgasms. Let’s say there was a point that every hole was filled,” she whispers that last bit, and I notice her blush.
“Sounds like you had a lot of fun. Bet you looked gorgeous while they used you,” I say, my voice dropping as hunger takes over again. The images that she put in my mind have my dick hard as stone. I’ve never gotten off on sharing a partner before, not that Harper is my partner. I’ve never shared a girl I’m hooking up with, I’ve never had a threesome until this morning, and I’m not even sure what we did was a threesome, but I’ve never been in the same room as another guy screwing the girl I am screwing, knowingly.
“It was a deep-seated fantasy. I was never going to say anything until it came up in conversation and I had relaxed, thanks to some champagne.”
“Well, I give that fantasy a big tick, but I wouldn’t mind being one of the men.”
“That isn’t a turn-off seeing someone you are messing around with, fuck someone else?” she asks.
I shrug. “Didn’t this morning. I’ve never done anything like it before so it’s all new to me.” She nods. “Would you be okay if it was in reverse, and you had to watch me?”
Harper’s brows pull together as she mulls it over. “If you wanted me to organize that same fantasy but with other women, yeah, I could handle it. Actually …” her eyes widen, “it would be hot if, hypothetically, you wanted that same experience, and you let me direct it.”
“As in you would tell the women what to do to me?” I question her.
She bites her bottom lip. “Yeah. I’d be the boss, and I would say, you suck his cock, you sit on his face, you use his fingers to play with yourself.” I swallow as my cock tightens. I am getting a lot of visuals rushing through my mind. “You like it?” She grins.
“You are painting a very hot picture.” Her hand reaches out to me under the water and wraps around my hardened cock.
“Seems like I am.” She grins, giving my cock a tug. “What are your thoughts?”
“About you directing me in a gang bang?” My eyes roll back in my head with each tug. She nods. “I’m in.”
Harper laughs. “You’re starting to think like you’re in Paradise now.”
“Because of you.” I reach out and wrap my hand around her neck, bringing her lips to mine and kissing her. Then I push her back against the pool edge before I lift her up and place her ass on the side of it. “You have me so worked up, Harper, I need you.”
She opens her legs, and without much finesse, I push her legs wider and slide myself right in. “Fuck,” I hiss.
“Take what you need, Felix.” Harper whimpers in my ear, and I do, unabashedly I fuck her as if she was my very own fuck toy, all the while, she is scratching my back, urging me to fuck her harder until I can’t contain it any longer, and I’m pushed over the edge.
“Sorry.” I groan as I bite her shoulder.
“Don’t apologize, that was hot. Sometimes being taken hot and hard is all you need.”
“But you didn’t come,” I say, looking up into her blue eyes.
“Yeah, but I feel satisfied. Believe me,” she says, reassuring me.
“I’m glad I’m here with you,” I confess as I gently kiss her shoulder.
Harper smiles. “Me too. You’re very good at distracting my thoughts from what I left behind.”
“As are you,” I say, caressing her face. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“Is that a compliment or …?”
This makes me laugh. “It’s a compliment for sure. You make me feel comfortable talking to you and being around you. I loved hanging out today, it was easy. And after the last two years of dating my ex, who I now realize was high maintenance, it’s been nice to chill with someone instead of being alone.”
“Aw, thanks.” She grins before leaning down and kissing me quickly. “I’m kind of glad I have someone to hang out with. Yes, we can go out and spend the entire day fucking people, but I know when I come back to my empty bungalow, my mind is going to go into overdrive and I’m going to spiral about that fucking asshole for no reason.”
“I was thinking the same thing. I like being alone but not at the moment when my mind wanders to them,” I confess.
“We’re a right, whiney pair, aren’t we?” Harper chuckles. “But thanks for being my sounding board.”
“Anytime, and right back at you.” I feel my dick start to deflate. Awkward. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up for dinner. I’m starving.”
“Aren’t you always,” she teases.