Chapter Thirty-Four
Isla
Stunned speechless, my core painfully pulsing, debased and naked except for my bikini top, I lay there.
Denied gratification, not touching myself, I waited.
The boat rocked.
My wet pussy got cold.
Jarring swells slammed into the hull.
My mind tossed around like the ocean.
I watched the door.
My body rolled.
I scanned the ceiling for a camera.
My equilibrium shifted.
I scanned the room for a camera.
I couldn’t see one in the dark.
I couldn’t see anything.
I spread my legs wider anyways.
I told myself the darkness wasn’t closing in.
I told myself his cold scent wasn’t sinking into my soul.
I told myself to focus.
But my thighs ached from holding them open.
My pussy screamed for release.
My hard nipples throbbed for attention, and the ghost of his warm breath brushed against my skin.
I started to lose my mind.
Tears ran down my face.
Night turned to dawn.
Desire turned into anger.
Anger bled into exhaustion.
My vision blurred and my eyes burned, but I kept watching the door.
He didn’t come back.