Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
“Finally,” Caesar said, breathing a sigh of relief when a message popped in.
Home safe. No treasure.
Quickly, he texted back a heart before turning to watch the group approaching in the distance for their water adventure. His shoulders settled back into place, and he felt the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying slowly disperse.
“Good news, boss?” Jack asked.
“Yes. Are you available to go with us tomorrow to man the boat while we dive?” Caesar asked.
“You and Isla?”
“Yes.”
“After that last time, you may want me and another of those big guys you hang out with at the resort so frequently,” Jack suggested.
“You know, that’s not a bad idea. We could fill the boat, just like it was a scheduled excursion. Some people could snorkel while Isla and I dive.”
“That might give you some cover while you look for whatever’s down there,” Jack mentioned casually.
Caesar turned to look at him with narrowed eyes. “Who says we’re looking for something?”
“Come on, boss. You had a specific location that we navigated to. It wasn’t in any of the hand-selected spots we choose for resort guests to see the best displays underwater. There has to be something you’re looking for. Captain Cook’s treasure?” he guessed, raising his eyebrows.
“You’ve got quite an imagination, Jack,” Caesar said, forcing himself to grin as if that were the best joke.
“Okay, don’t tell me. I don’t blame you. But count me in. I want to see what you haul up.”
“I’ll be glad to have you there, Jack.”
After glancing up to see if he had time before the next group arrived on the dock, Caesar texted his team to ask who could be off the next day and shared his idea. Stowing his phone in the locked box where he kept his personal things, Caesar switched his attention to the individuals on his next tour. He knew Sadie would take care of finding a time when a few of the men could be available.
As they set out, Caesar noted that there were a few rented boats out in the bay. None of them bore the treasure chest graphic on the side. Hawking had driven out to visit that particular company and had a discussion with the owner. They’d promised to screen passengers requesting to spend their day near Danger Bluff. It appeared to be working.
When they returned to the dock after the last excursion and the crowd dispersed, he reclaimed his things and checked for messages. Caesar felt his mouth curve in a delighted grin. Isla had sent him a single red heart every hour they had been apart.
Damn, I love that woman.
There was definitely a spring in his step as he walked back to the main building. As he turned the curve in the path, he saw a familiar figure. Isla had stretched out on a chaise lounge beside the pool. Her body was clad in a familiar bikini, and her hair was piled in a messy bun on top of her head. Totally enchanting.
The chair next to hers was empty. Caesar pulled his Danger Bluff polo off over his head and dropped it on the bottom of the lounge. Then he stepped out of his shoes and sat down. Isla didn’t move. She was involved in reading, completely wrapped up in the story.
He leaned a bit closer to spy on her choice of reading material. His shadow fell over her e-reader, and she glanced up nervously.
“Daddy! You scared me.”
“Sorry, Little Fish. Let me see that.” He held his hand out for the device she held in her hand.
She attempted to distract him by asking, “How did your groups do today?”
“They were great. I’m waiting,” he told her, still holding his hand out for her e-reader.
“It’s embarrassing,” she whispered.
“Now, Isla,” he stressed.
Without saying another word, she passed him the tablet. He watched her bite her lower lip and knew she was worried. Angling the device so he could read clearly, several words popped out at him. No wonder she hadn’t paid attention to someone approaching. He scrolled back a page to reach the beginning of the scene and then another when he still seemed to be in the middle of the action.
“Daddy!” she hissed.
“Don’t disturb me, Little girl.”
Sitting back against the comfortable seat, he read. Looking over the device, he met her gaze several times as she watched him. He could feel her anxiety drifting toward him in waves. When he finished the last of that scene, Caesar scrolled back to the spot she’d been at before handing the tablet back.
“We can recreate that,” he assured her.
“No, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Anything that turns both of us on needs to be explored. Keep reading. It gets even better.”
Gasping, she looked back at the tablet, obviously wanting to see what he was talking about. Caesar closed his eyes and relaxed. When he peeked a few seconds later, she was lost in the story. When she reached the end of the chapter, her gaze raced to meet his.
“We are not doing that,” she denied, shaking her head to emphasize her words.
“Oh, yeah, we are. I think I need to read more of these naughty books you have. They have some good ideas. Have you had a good day?” he asked to change the subject.
She grabbed for the opportunity to discuss something else. “I did. When we got back, I swam and relaxed here in the sun.”
He was glad she didn’t talk about the exploration quest they had gone on. Caesar didn’t think anyone was listening to the two of them talking quietly in the secluded spot, but he’d get the details later.
Following her lead in discussing other things, he traced the edge of her shoulder strap. “There’s almost material sewn into this scrap of a bathing suit you’re wearing.”
“I’m sorry. I have others. This is just my favorite,” she told him, reaching for the extra towel next to her.
His hand curled around hers, stopping her motion. “It’s my favorite, too. At least, it is today. Maybe I need a fashion show to determine which of your bathing suits is my favorite.”
“Right. That’s never going to happen.” She blew off his suggestion.
“I’ll just wait to see them paraded around the pool or to a dive location. Have you had enough sun today? I think there’s just enough time to grab a shower and check in with Magnus about the dive tomorrow.”
“Let’s go,” she said, swinging her legs off the chaise lounge and gathering her things.
“I’ll hold these while you put on your cover-up,” he suggested, glaring at a couple of men watching her way too closely.
“I’ll set them here,” she said. “You have to put your shirt back on. Sadie said you walked through the lobby once with your shirt slung over your shoulder. She had to add excursions for the next week because so many women asked to be included in your activities.”
“Funny, she didn’t tell me, but I remember that week. I was packed with excursions.”
She pulled on an oversized T-shirt that fell to her knees and watched as he drew the Danger Bluff polo over his head. He picked up her things and placed his hand on the small of her back, claiming her as his own to the other resort guests.
“You could just lick me to make sure no one else wants me,” she suggested, obviously reading into his actions.
“Oh, I’m going to lick you. That will happen, but others will always be attracted to your sweetness.”
She grinned at him and promised, “I’ll try to be sour.”
“You be yourself, Isla. You’re who I love.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as they entered the main building to head to the elevators.
“Dinner at seven tonight,” Sadie called from the front desk. “I flexed the schedule a bit.”
“Thanks! We’ll see you there,” Caesar assured her, understanding her message that she’d added tours for some of his team to free up people to accompany them tomorrow.
“I may starve until seven,” Isla commented, rubbing her tummy.
“I have snacks upstairs if we need them. I’ll show you where they are. Feel free to explore our apartment. Hopefully, we won’t need popcorn or something else.”
“I’m pretty hungry.”
“We’ll see. My plan is to distract you,” Caesar assured her. He shot her a wink as they got into the elevator.
When they reached the top floor, Caesar ushered her into their apartment. “Shower, Little girl.”
He aimed her toward the bathroom and stripped off her T-shirt and bathing suit, tracing her new tan lines. “You need to be careful in the New Zealand sun. It gets fierce here. Always wear lots of sunscreen.” He opened a door to show her a variety of supplies, from bandages to toilet paper to bottles of sunscreen. “Help yourself.”
“Thank you. I’ll be careful. What are those?” she asked, appearing to forget the other contents of the closet as she concentrated on the black plastic devices he held in his hand.
“These are shower restraints. To keep Little girls’ hands out of the way as their Daddies get them clean. Wrist,” he requested firmly as he extended a hand.
Slowly, she moved her hand toward him and stopped a few inches shy. “I could just stand really still.”
He moved his hand to capture hers, bringing it closer to fit the device around her wrist. “You’re not going to be able to stand still.”
“Really?” she asked, automatically offering him her left hand.
“Really.”
With her hands secured, he drew her into the large shower stall. Lifting her hands, he looped the center of the restraints over a hook. While she tried out her new position, he turned the showerhead to the side so she wouldn’t get wet and switched on the water to warm.
After giving her a hard kiss, Caesar stepped out of the stall to strip off his clothes as she watched him with what he interpreted as hungry eyes. Returning to her side, he checked to ensure the spray was a suitable temperature before he adjusted the angle to spray over her body.
Rubbing liquid soap on his hands, he spread the slippery substance over her shoulders and worked his way down to cup her breasts in his hands. Caesar loved her breathy gasp as he molded the soft mounds. Unable to resist the appeal of her taut nipples, he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Daddy? I need you. Can you let me go?”
“I’m right here. Trust Daddy. I’ll make it better.”
He leaned forward to capture her mouth as he caressed her and allowed his hands to stroke down the center of her torso to her pussy. Caesar explored her intimately, searching for all the spots that brought her the most pleasure. When her breath caught in her throat, he stepped back and turned the front of her body toward the spray. His hands smoothed over her to rinse the soap suds from her skin before turning his attention to her back.
She squirmed as he washed her bottom just as thoroughly as he had her front. He loved her slight squeal of protest as his finger circled and pressed against that tight, muscled ring hidden between her buttocks.
“How big was the plug in that book?” he asked as he dipped into her tight entrance, knowing the soap burned the sensitive area slightly.
“Too big!” she answered quickly.
“Good point. We’ll have to work you up to that. Hold that thought.”
After turning her body so the water rinsed off her backside, he grabbed a towel hanging on the rack and wrapped it around his waist before darting to her playroom to grab the set of dilators he’d purchased in preparation. Returning to the bathroom, he opened the set on the vanity and chose the smallest. With lubricant slathered all over it, he returned to the shower.
Her eyes widened at the sight of what he held in his hand. “No.”
“Yes.”
Caesar shifted her bottom from the spray and quickly inserted the plug. It wasn’t too much of a challenge. He made a mental note to advance a size or two next time. As for now, just having something in her bottom had affected her breathing.
Moving in front of her, he lowered himself to kneel on the tiled floor and pressed his mouth to her rounded mound. “I think I promised to claim you with a lick.”
To his delight, she nodded eagerly.
Caesar nudged her knees. “Spread your legs for me, Isla.”
Isla wrapped her hands around the nylon that extended from her wrists to the ceiling to brace herself as she parted her feet. She had enough slack, but her body stretched out tighter, which made her breasts rise higher and her pussy gush with fluids.
“That’s my good girl,” Caesar murmured against her folds. His breath made her arch toward him. “So eager…”
She was way past eager, and he knew it.
Caesar reached his arms around to palm her bottom, gripping her to hold her steady. He pressed one finger against the plug, making her more aware of its presence.
He wanted her focused on her bottom and the feel of his hands when he suddenly leaned forward and sucked her pussy.
“Daddy!” she cried out.
He moaned, knowing the vibrations would run through her body.
Pulling her even tighter against him with one hand, he used the other to spin the plug, causing her to clench her tight hole.
Isla rose up onto her toes as she came. She gripped the restraints tighter as her body pulsed against his mouth.
As the waves of her release slowed, Caesar slid up her body. He paused to suckle both of her nipples before gliding his hands up her arms and finally releasing her.
It was a good thing he caught her with both arms because she might have slid to the tile floor if he hadn’t. She was so sated she couldn’t hold herself up.
After kissing her, he turned off the water. “I think we both need a nap before dinner.” He patted her body dry before drying himself. She was already drifting off as he tucked both of them into bed naked. Caesar pulled her close and felt the corners of his lips tilt up as she wrapped an arm around his neck.