18. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Vincent
A fter returning to the yacht, I shower and throw on a T-shirt and loose-fitting pants. Ming told me that Ramona had eaten her lunch, which I was glad to hear. I wonder if she’s doing better. Seeing me again would probably dampen her mood, but I know her hatred for me is motivating for her.
I decide to pay her a visit.
Sitting in the armchair near Ramona’s bed, I have a view of her back. I can tell her breath isn’t even.
When a crew member named Helen pokes her head in, I wave her inside.
“Here are the shopping items Mr. Ming said you requested,” she whispers .
“You can talk normally,” I tell her and glance in Ramona’s direction. “She’s awake.”
Helen sets down multiple shopping bags. “If she doesn’t like what I picked out, or the fit isn’t right, I’ll return them and pick out new things.”
After Helen leaves, I turn to Ramona. “Get up and try these things before the shops close.”
They might already be closed for all I know. Nightfall has already started and will soon wipe out the thin layer of orange along the horizon. The city lights on the streets, buildings and waterfront have turned on, illuminating the bustling city. Kingston has a vibrant nightlife, and I know Charlie is making the most of it. Yang Mi, too, since I allowed her to have her girlfriend flown in.
Ramona props herself up onto an elbow. “Try what things?”
Getting up, I bring the shopping bags to the bed. “Clothes.”
Ramona looks at me. It’s on the tip of her tongue to say something sassy, I think, but she knows I can just as easily keep her naked all day long. Pulling her robe together, she sits up and reaches into one of the smaller shopping bags. She takes out lacy white underpants and a camisole. The next bag contains a set of linen pajama top and shorts. From the final bag, she unpacks a ruffled blouse and bandana skirt in the colors of the Jamaican flag and an embroidered dashiki with wide sleeves.
“They look fine,” she declares.
“I said to try them on,” I say.
She looks over at Xander. I gesture for him to leave.
When she looks to me, I explain, “I’m staying.”
“I’m not going to try anything funny.”
Without word, I continue to stare at her till she relents with a sigh. She considers getting out the side farthest from me, even though she’s closer to my side of the bed. But I grab her by the arm and haul her out. I should just let her do her thing. I know she can’t stand to be near me. But I’m in an irritable mood because I couldn’t get her out of my head the entire afternoon.
After sex, Aaliyah wanted to give me a massage.
“You look tense, darling,” she had said.
I had let her give me one out on the private balcony. Laying on a lounge, feeling the sun on my back occasionally when there was a break in the clouds, I tried not to think of anything. Even though Aaliyah was hampered by her long acrylics, I started to relax. I had the sensation of drifting. Back to the yacht, maybe because Ramona was there. Only I wasn’t furious at her. Because it was a different version of her. Not the actual Ramona.
“Much better, yes?” Aaliyah had asked, noticing I was feeling calmer.
We ended up having sex again. Afterwards, Ming and I met with Charlie and Yang Mi out at St. Catherine, where some of our farms are located.
“Okay, okay, I don’t need your help,” Ramona protests .
Her robe slips open and I catch a good whiff of her. The scent of the bath lingers on her, but there’s something more potent that I catch. Wanting more of it, I yank her to me. She puts out her free hand to keep the distance between us, but her hips have already brushed against me. Her breath catches.
Desire spikes through my body. I can feel the warmth coming off hers. Her eyes are downcast, but I saw her body react. Coming to, she tries to pull away from me, but I like her where she is.
“You’ve been naughty while I was gone,” I state.
She doesn’t look at me. “Wh—What do you mean?”
“I specifically identified the things you could do: eat, sleep, use the bathroom, watch TV, and twiddle your thumbs.”
Turning to look at me, she arches a brow, feigning innocence.
“It did not include talking to anyone, like the acupuncturist,” I say .
“I was just trying to be polite.”
“You think my security guards can’t see through your little tricks?”
She flushes. I like it. It makes her look prettier. What I say next should make her flush even more.
Lowering my head, I say softly near her ear, “I also did not specify you could masturbate.”
Straightening, I see that her blush has indeed deepened.
She tries to pull away again. “I didn’t—”
“You sure about that?”
“Yessss.”
“Then how come you’re so wet? Your cum juices are glistening on your leg and pubic hair.”
“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”
When she continues trying to rest herself away, I grab her other arm and hold her to me. Now when she squirms, her body rubs against mine. “Did it feel good, pet?”
“I thought you wanted me to try on the clothes before the shops close? ”
“Did it feel good?” I repeat. Cupping her jaw, I make her look at me. Her pupils are dilated. I’m not the only one battling arousal right now. “Did you make yourself come?”
“What do you care? Are you going to punish me no matter how I answer?”
“Interesting question. The short answer is yes, but if you climaxed, that makes three things you did that weren’t on the list, which should merit more of a punishment.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I said no.”
“Did my pet not get to come? Let’s remedy that.”
She gasps when I bend her backward onto the bed and lay my body atop hers. I move my hand from her jaw down to her throat. She tries to push me off her. My cock hardens with all her writhing. She’s weak, but I still perceive her efforts to be halfhearted. She wants this. That’s what probably scares her the most.
When her attempts to dislodge me fail, she takes a swipe at my head. I catch her arm and flip her forcefully onto her stomach. Whipping off my shirt, I use it to bind her wrists behind her before returning her onto her back. Her robe is completely open, allowing me to drink in the sight of her breasts, her belly and hips, her pubis. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I connect with her wetness. “How close were you to coming, pet?”
She stares off into space, probably trying to disassociate herself. I bring her back by finding her clit. Her eyes close, and her breath becomes ragged. Even though pressure fills my balls, I continued to stroke her gently and slowly. She tries to remain still and quiet, but I catch her whimpers and pants. Wetness continues to gush from her pussy.
“This feel good?” I inquire.
“Yes…and no.”
“What if I do this?”
I slide my middle and ring finger into her snatch. Curling my fingers, I stroke her G-spot. Her back arches and her lips part further. The walls of her pussy flex around my fingers. At this point, I know there’s no way I make it out of here without fucking her, but I want to see her orgasm first.
“Does my pet want to come?”
“Yes…please.”
I keep the same pace and movement since it seems to be working for her. Gradually the pleasure for her builds. Her brow furrows more. I can sense her body reaching for the finish. Her pussy pushes harder against my fingers, her grunting increases in pitch.
Sensing a little bit of resistance, I say, “It’s okay. You have permission to come.”
At that, she comes undone. Little spasms rack her body. I imagine my cock where my fingers are, soaking up every contraction.
When her paroxysm recedes, I gradually withdraw my fingers. As she continues to lay there with her eyes closed, I spread her legs and settle myself between them. I take a good long whiff of her sex. My cock throbs. Spreading her labia, I caress her clit with my finger. She shivers. I replace my finger with my tongue. She tastes amazing. She doesn’t try to squirm away or put up her leg defensively. Maybe she knows I’ll just immobilize her more.
I continue the cunnilingus, sliding my tongue along her clit, nudging it, flicking it. She softly moans. I suck on the bud and it swells even more. After exploring every millimeter, I find the lower left side of the nub seems more sensitive. With the tip of my tongue, I tease and fondle the spot till her grunts and pants become steady.
More of her cum juices flow from her slit, pooling beneath her ass crack. Sinking two fingers into her pussy, I work her until the tension in her body rebuilds.
I stand up so I can see her face but leave my fingers buried inside her. “You want to come for me again, pet?”
She looks off to the side, reluctant to admit the obvious.
“Yes,” she whispers when I angle my fingers to make sure they graze the bottom of her clit as I thrust in and out.
“Look at me when you answer. ”
She turns her half-lidded gaze to me. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… Sir.”
“What are you saying yes to?”
“Yes, sir, I’d like to come.”
I could blow my load just hearing her say that. I shed my pants and pull her by the legs to the edge of the bed, then press the tip of my cock against her. Glancing at her face, I see no objection. She doesn’t protest. After wetting my cock with her moisture, I rub the tip into her clit. She bites her lower lip. Her eyes are sparkle with arousal, and it’s the most beautiful look on her. I could go hard and fast, just like I did with Aaliyah, but I want more out of Ramona.
I agitate the head of my cock over the many nerves of her urethral opening, idly wondering if I could ever get it open large enough to fit my shaft. I almost voice the question aloud, but I don’t want to scare her.
“You want to come on my cock, pet?”
She doesn’t answer. Cupping a breast, I knead flesh and admire her rosy-brown nipples, stiffly protruding for me. With all the abuse they received, one would think they wouldn’t want to tempt fate, but they harden even more. I twist one lightly.
“There a reason you’re not answering me?” I inquire.
“Yes, I want to come on your cock.”
“Sir,” I remind her.
“Sir.”
“Say the whole line correctly.” I command, partly because I’m an asshole, partly because I love hearing her talk dirty.
“I want to come on your cock, sir.”
With that, I sink my length into her. She draws in a sharp breath. I lean over her. “Now say it again. Three times.”
She closes her eyes, but I grasp her jaw harshly. There will be no disassociating or imagining someone else while I fuck her.
“Look at me,” I growl.
Hearing the warning tone in my voice, she does.
“You’re going to keep looking at me,” I tell her. “You’re going to keep your eyes open the whole time, even when you’re coming.”
I don’t know if that’s physically possible. I don’t think one can sneeze without closing one’s eyes, but I like it when she looks at me with desire. “Now tell me, correctly, what it is my pet wants.”
She obeys. “I want to come on your cock, sir. I want to come on your cock, sir. I want to come on your cock, sir.”
As I continue to hold her jaw, I rock my hips. “Next time, say it right the first time, and we won’t have to practice so much.”
The way her warmth and wetness encases my cock, I want nothing more than to pound away at her furiously until my release. Instead, I keep the pace moderate to make sure the angle of my cock suits her.
“Has anyone told you how fuckable you are?” I ask.
I wonder how many guys she’s slept with. I shouldn’t care.
“Besides Daddy, that is,” I add deviously.
“You’re really into incest,” she accuses. “Do you have daddy issues of your own?”
She gasps and furrows her brow when I spear into her hard.
“I do. My dad’s an asshole. If I ever come across him, I’ll fuck him over. Want to see how much?”
I start slamming into her, rough and fast. If I weren’t holding onto her jaw, her body would be halfway to the other side of the bed. Her cries and grimaces indicate to me that she’s in pain. I back down. She’s probably sorry she asked. But it was my fault for pushing her buttons to begin with.
“How about this,” I propose. “You don’t bring up my dad, and I won’t bring up yours. Because I’ll be your daddy from now on.”
She’s not keen on the thought.
I lick the of her neck. “I promise to fuck you longer and harder than your old daddy.”
To my surprise, her pussy flexes harder in response. A new gush of wetness embraces my cock.
“That’s right,” I say softly near her ear. “I’ll fuck you as often as you like. Which will be a lot because we’ve already established what a slutty little girl you are.”
She groans.
“I’ll fuck you in the morning and before you go to bed. Before breakfast, after breakfast, during breakfast. Before your bath, after your bath, in the bath. Before you go to the bathroom, after you go, while you go. Will that be enough for my slutty little girl?”
Sensing her orgasm nearing, I bury myself deeper. With a stifled cry—I’m still holding her jaw—she explodes into convulsions. They nearly send me over the edge, but I don’t want to be done with her. I want to rip another orgasm out of her.