17 - NAZÁR
17
NAZáR
S he’s as beautiful as I knew she would be. After I’d walked her to her hotel this morning, I was determined that I wouldn’t see her again. I’d given up on that thought two hours after she left when I found myself fisting my cock to relieve myself at just the thought of her.
Camila says she wants all of me, but I know she’s biting off more than she can chew. Alternatively, I don’t have much time to ease Princesa into my way of life, so tonight, I’ll warm her up to the idea. Though I’ve been dropping clues, and she continuously tells me she’s open to whatever I’m into, I must be certain.
The dress clings to every curve she has, and while leaving little to the imagination, it’s just as sensual as provocative on her curves. My only misgiving is that she’s straightened her hair. While it is beautiful on her, I prefer her with her natural curls. They give her a more angelic look, and I have been yearning to feel my fingers entangled in her hair while choking her with my other hand.
I don’t share this with her. Instead, I say, “You look lovely, Princesa.”
“Thank you, Nazár. You clean up rather well yourself. Are we eating here on the grounds?”
“No. We’re going to my home. Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all. Are we walking?” Princesa asks, looking down at her feet in the heels I’d sent her.
“No, your chariot awaits, my lady,” I say, taking her hand and turning the corner to the side of the hotel.
Seldom does anyone come to this side of the hotel, so I’m not worried about anyone other than staff seeing us. They have all signed an NDA as part of the terms and conditions of their employment. I pay my staff a handsome salary to maintain discretion, from the cleaning staff to management, and I’m well rewarded for my efforts.
“Wow, you meant it, huh?”
I smile as I take her hand and help her into her seat. Then I turn back and walk to a colorful flower display that lines the walkway. Picking an orange and a purple one, I head back to the rented horse and hop up beside her.
“They’re beautiful,” she whispers as I tuck them behind her ear.
“Yet, not quite as lovely as you,” I say.
After we’re settled in, the driver glances over his shoulder. With a brusque nod from me, he turns around again, and we begin to move forward down a cobblestone trail marked “No Trespassing.”
“You have many of those around?” she asks, pointing at the sign.
“Wherever it may lead to or encroach upon my personal property,” I reply as the horse makes its way down a path.
“I hope you didn’t already have plans for the evening, Princesa.”
“I didn’t have any at all,” she says, gracing me with the most beautiful smile that I’ve seen in a long time.
We enjoy the ride in silence, both aware that our driver may be listening to our conversation as the horse and carriage navigate the path parallel to the gardens and behind the resort leading to my house.
“I wasn’t expecting all this when you said that you have a surprise for me,” she says, waving at her dress and pearls.
“Why not? I wanted you to understand that this evening is a special occasion for us.”
“Special in what way? I don’t think that you can get more special than by opening a premium bottle of wine that you’ve held for three decades,” she says.
“It’s just wine.”
“An expensive bottle.”
“And you don’t think that you’re worth it?”
She turns her head away from me and stares into the clearing that overlooks the ocean as we turn up the hill toward my house.
“Princesa,” I say, cupping her chin and turning her face toward me. “I would like to embark on a journey to know you better. And I want you to get to know me. That’s not an easy thing to do.”
“You realize I only have two weeks remaining here on the island?”
“I do. Which is why I don’t want to waste another moment.”
“Why me?”
“Why not you? You intrigue me. You’re beautiful, and we have a common love.”
“That being?”
“Our vineyards.”
“Yes, we do,” she says, smiling at me.
“I’m sure you always have companions at the resort that intrigue you.”
“It has been a while since that has happened. Besides, you’re among the few people I allow around me.”
“Are you saying that you’re a hermit?”
“I’m not a hermit, but I am deliberate about who I let into my world and when.”
“Have you been hurt?”
“Haven’t we all?”
“It’s just odd that a businessman who runs a resort and lives only a short distance from it would be as detached from those around him as you appear to be.”
“The last few years of my life have been difficult, Camila. Those that I thought I could trust turned out to be deceptive. And I’ve suffered plenty of losses. It’s not often that I trust someone to come into my world. Do I have sexual relationships? Yes, but even with those, I am careful who I approach and how far I become involved with them.”
“And is that what you’re seeking from me? A sexual relationship, Nazár?”
“I am exploring something with you. What it is, I do not know at this point. Only time will tell.”
“That’s a bit cryptic, Nazár, especially considering we don’t have much time.”
“Time is irrelevant, Princesa. If I am nothing else, I am an honest man, Camila. You will find that with me; what you see is what you get.”
She casts her gaze to the ground before mumbling, “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”
Just as my house comes into view, I cup her chin and say, “I will never lie to you. Will I place all my cards on the table up front? No. It is not an advisable move in a card game or the game of life. Yet, if you ask me anything, I will answer you honestly.”
“That’s all that I can ask.”
“Will you promise to answer me truthfully when I ask you questions?”
A smile graces her lips. She inhales and says, “Of course.”
“Then that is good enough for me,” I say, helping her to climb down from the carriage.
I give her the tour of my home that I didn’t give her yesterday. I’d only shown her the living space, the lanai, the kitchen, and one of the guest bedrooms. When we’re finished, we settle under the palm trees on the other side of the infinity pool.
Nigel approaches with a serving cart and places our plates on the candlelit table before disappearing again.
“Do you eat out here often?”
“Not often enough. I usually take my meals inside or on the lanai.”
“Well, thank you for sharing it with me,” she says.
We both grow silent when we begin eating our meal of lamb chops cooked in red wine and rosemary, risotto, oven-roasted Mexican carrots, Brussels sprouts, blistered shishito peppers, and yeast rolls.
There’s a lemon cake for dessert.
“If I ate like this every day, I would gain a hundred pounds,” she gushes, closing her eyes and enjoying her meal.
I love a woman who isn’t afraid to eat.
“Nigel would appreciate that you enjoy his cooking. I’ll be sure to give your compliments to the chef.”
“Please do. This is delicious.”
Once our meal is finished, I grab the bottle of wine, and we walk a little further away from the house to a ledge overlooking the ocean.
“Everyone should be so lucky to have views like this,” she says.
“Yes, they should,” I reply, staring at her neckline and lips as she speaks.
Camila turns to me, smiles, and says, “You’re not even looking at the view.”
“Oh yes, I am. It may not be the one you’re looking at, but it’s the only one that matters to me.”
“Do you always know just the right thing to say?”
Pulling her into my arms, I look down at her and answer, “No. I just say how I feel.”
Her lips part slightly, and I know she wants me to kiss her, and I will, just not at this second. I remove my suit jacket and spread it on the ledge for her.
“Have a seat. In a couple of minutes, you will begin to witness one of the unknown wonders of the world.”
She does as I ask and says, “What wonder would that be?”
Pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead, I say, “Patience, Princesa. Hand me your glass.”
I refill her wineglass with red wine before refilling my own.
“Look at that,” I say, holding my glass toward the Indian Ocean.
I’ve seen the spectacular view a million times or more, but never through fresh eyes.
“Nazár! This is spectacular!” she exclaims, watching the radiant hues of reds, yellows, oranges, and purples descend over the horizon.
“That’s one of the unknown wonders,” I say several minutes later when the sun finally sets.
She turns and smiles brilliantly at me. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
I lean in, cup her chin, and brush my lips against hers. “You’re welcome, Princesa. It’s only a small price to pay for everything you will share with me.”
She pulls back and stares into my eyes with her mouth slightly open.
“Don’t make promises that you cannot keep, Nazár. You’re making promises as though I’ll be around for a while, and we both know that’s not true. Besides, a man like you will surely tire easily of one woman.”
Not wanting to discuss feelings or expectations, I dive into her mouth again, taking advantage of it being open. She’s sweet and tart like the red wine and the cake and a bit gamey like the lamb chops, and I love it all. It only fuels my appetite for her and my struggle to maintain control.
She hums into the kiss, a slight vibration coming from deep in her throat, which hardens my cock. My thumb rests on the pulse in the base of her neck, my fingers sweeping across the fine hairs at the back of her neck.
Her hands come up and rest on the side of my face before one of them moves around to sweep through my hair. She tugs and pulls, lying back on the rock. It can’t be comfortable for her, but she does not complain.
Dare I get my hopes up?
I hover over her, brushing the tips of her nipples, pinching them as she arches closer toward me. My free hand moves to her hip, brushing, caressing, and gently grabbing the silk of her dress, pulling it up as I rub.
When I pull back from the kiss, I ask, “Are you uncomfortable on the rock, Princesa?”
“I am comfortable wherever you would have me, Nazár.”
“Are you open to me taking you on the rock, Princesa?”
“I am whatever you need me to be, Nazár. I simply want to please you.”
Fuck! My dick jerks in my pants and grows impossibly hard.
Sliding my hand from her hip, I snatch her dress further up and rub her thigh and hip. Hope blossoms in my heart. My fingers rub across her swollen nub, and a smile bursts in my heart.
She’s obedient. I asked her only to wear what I sent her, and she obeyed. She’s not wearing a bra or panties, just the dress I sent, the shoes, and the jewelry.
“Good girl. I love obedience more than anything else, Princesa.”
Her eyes gleam, and she smiles bashfully at me. Her innocence is provocative. It has me wanting to do all sorts of things to soil her. None of which compares to what we did yesterday.
I kneel between her legs, spreading them wider to accommodate me.
“You’re so beautiful, love.”
She smiles proudly at me, but her eyelids are heavy with lust.
My thumb caresses her clit, slowly sliding inside to stroke her interior front wall. She arches her hip, and I know the rock must be digging into her back, but she still doesn’t complain. Instead, it appears as though there’s pure bliss on her face.
I scissor my fingers inside her until she looks like she might come. Only then do I remove my fingers, kneel, and take my first swipe at her.
Fuck yeah! She’s so delectable and juicy. She’s like a ripe Georgia peach waiting to be plucked, devoured, and sucked until she is no more.
I have no problem satiating my hunger for her or consuming the nectar of her juices.
I look up at her when she starts moaning and arching her back.
“Promise me you won’t pass out.”
She giggles. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I think you choked me out.” She winks, and relief swells inside of me.
The wind picks up off the ocean and sweeps across us, bringing precious relief from the day’s heat. Seagulls cry out overhead, and the palm and flamboyant trees sway in the breeze.
As beautiful as all those things are, none are more lovely than the picture of Camila before me, with her pussy glistening as she coats my lips, nose, and chin with her essence.
I take, and I take until she’s crying and clutching my hair, legs locked around my neck, and banging her fist against the rock.
She is mine.