Chapter 32
thirty-two
ROSE
Dare drops a brochure on the coffee table next to my sketch pad and coffee. His shirt, which I’m using as a nightgown, rides up my thighs when I lean forward to inspect the pamphlet. “Necker Island?”
“You. Me. Over the holiday.”
Thanksgiving is a week away, and already, I’m dreading knowing my dad would rather spend his time making business deals than with me. An island escape might be the perfect way to leave those worries behind. And going with Dare? It sounds amazing.
“The houses are probably booked already.” Necker Island is an expensive and highly sought-after destination. It’s not a spur-of-the-moment decision.
“I already had the reservation.” He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. “Now I have company.”
Hope kindles in my chest. “Is this a joke?”
“No.” Dare sits beside me and pulls me into his lap, tucking locks of my hair behind my ear. “Come away with me.”
My heart trembles. Whether or not he realizes it, Dare has the power to break me, but the gentle way the beast watches me assures me I’m safe. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” His eyebrows rise.
“Uh, yeah. I’m not going to reject a tropical vacation.” Excitement zings through me. “When do we leave?”
“In two hours.”
Is he unhinged? That’s not enough time to get ready. “Oh my god. I need to get packed.” I try to get off his lap, but he keeps me in place.
“I already packed for you.”
I arch an eyebrow. “And what did you pack?”
“Bikinis. A dress. Shorts and a top.”
“How long is the trip?”
“Two weeks.”
“Dare, that’s not enough.”
He grins at me, that carefree smile shooting straight to my soul. “Considering you’ll be naked most of the time, I think you’ll be fine.”
“No. I need at least three outfits. I need options.” My mind is already racing, calculating how much time it’ll take me to get everything I need in a bag. I try to get off his lap again, but suddenly, my back hits the cushions and Dare is on top of me, pinning me with his hips and wrenching my hands over my head.
“Dare,” I complain, but his lips claim mine and I forget what I was thinking.
He kisses me until I roll my hips against his. “We have to leave now or we’ll be late,” he groans against my mouth.
“You’re distracting me. ”
“Maybe.” He kisses me again. “I’ve got everything you need, baby.”
“Your cock is hardly face lotion.”
He drops his forehead to my shoulders, and his whole body shakes as he tries not to laugh.
What’s so— “Oh my god, you’re a pervert.”
“Can you blame me?” he asks, shaking his head and pulling back to peer at me. “You would look pretty with my cum covering your face.”
I scrunch my face. “You’re insufferable.”
His mouth crashes into mine again, tongue lashing mine until I moan and tremble beneath him, desperate and needy. “Mmm, I think my wife loves the way I tease her,” he murmurs into my ear, rocking his hardened length against me.
“You said we were going to be late,” I rasp.
“Fuck what I said,” he growls, reaching between us and freeing his cock. He shoves my panties aside and pushes into my soaking wet pussy with a throaty groan. “You feel so good.”
“Please,” I moan, already begging to come.
“I’ve got you,” he says as he thrusts deep and hard, and when his fingers wrap around my neck, his name claws its way out of my throat.
Maybe I don’t need more clothes, after all.
Necker Island is beautiful. Palm trees and greenery dotted around the island, briny air, and more earth than concrete. Dare leads me to a swanky three-tier, two-bedroom Balinese house that’s nestled right at the edge of the island. The home is far enough away from the next that we might not even run into anyone while we’re here. That’s fine by me.
Dare holds the door open, smirking when I sigh in relief at the cool breeze of air rushing over my skin. Though I love the warmth, thank god for the mini-splits artfully disguised behind wooden accents. My bag drops onto the tile, and Dare’s arms come around me a few seconds later, tugging me back against his body. Vetiver, the scent I’m quickly associating with home, fills my nostrils.
“I’m hungry,” he purrs.
“You’re horny,” I say with a laugh. “Can we hit the beach first? There’s plenty of time for sex after.”
“I never thought I’d be jealous of a beach.”
I spin in his arms and link my hands behind his neck. “I do love when you get that little possessive spark in your eyes.”
He squints at me.
“Mmm, yeah, right like that, baby.”
“Keep messing with me, and I’ll fuck you on the beach where everyone can see.”
I brush my lips on his cheek. “If you like your cock attached to your body, you wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” he asks, squeezing my ass and pressing me against his length.
I’ll never get over the fact that Dare wants me. “Beach. Then sex. Got it?” I give him a stern look.
“And then,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against mine, “I’ll do something about your attitude.”
I push on his chest. “You do know that your pretty little threats don’t scare me anymore, right?”
With a wicked grin, Dare slides his hands under my sundress and cups my cunt. “Is that so?”
“Beach. Then sex. ”
“I heard you,” he purrs, grinding his palm against my clit. “But you forgot I don’t take orders from you.” Shoving my panties aside, he thrusts two fingers into me, and I gasp and dig my nails into his back as my walls stretch around him. Dare chuckles and guides me until my ass hits the back of the couch. “You’re fucking drenched for me already, princess.”
Pressing my lips together, I try to stifle my moans, but then he strokes my G-spot. Pleasure ricocheting through me, I arch into the touch, breathing out a little sigh of relief.
His thumb finds my clit, coaxing my mouth to part, and when he presses both spots at the same time, resisting him is a lost cause. A throaty moan rolls out of me, and Dare’s answering smirk is enough to make me let him do whatever he wants.
Sliding his fingers out of me, he slips them into my mouth. I seal my lips around him and suck hard. He grunts and pinches my nipples. I gasp, a mistake he takes advantage of. One second I’m facing him, the next he spins me around, flipping my dress up and over my hips. My hands land on the smooth cushions, the low back of the couch supporting my hips at the right angle.
Dare smooths his palm over my ass before swatting it.
I glare at him over my shoulder.
He smacks my ass harder.
“Fuck,” I gasp, rocking back into him.
“That’s for telling me what to do.” He caresses my skin, then pulls his hand back, vicious delight sparkling in his eyes. “And this is for thinking you could get out of this house without my cum dripping from your pussy.” The pain of his skin cracking against mine steals my breath, but my walls clench, and I bite my cheeks to stifle the delighted sound that’ll tell him how much I enjoy his brand of punishment.
He nudges my legs apart, yanking my thong far enough down my thighs that the material strains. The sound of his zipper being drawn down fills the air, and my entire body tightens, anticipating.
Waiting for that glorious cock.
Wanting.
“Look at my wife,” he coos, parting my ass with his hand and lining up the head of his cock with my pussy. “So obedient.”
“Fuck you,” I growl, but it’s half-hearted.
His dark chuckle is chased by a deep thrust that forces a rasping yesssss out of my mouth. “You’re not so tough when you’re impaled on my cock, huh, princess?” Before I can answer, he grips my hips and pounds into me so hard, I can feel the reverberations through my entire body.
Grasping the cushions, I tilt my hips to give him better access.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.
I glance back to find him watching himself move in and out of me. Slowly, his eyes lift to meet mine, and one corner of his mouth quirks and my pulse flutters. He brings his hand to his mouth and sucks on his thumb, soaking it in saliva before spreading my cheeks and edging his thumb toward my tight hole.
My walls flutter around his thick length, desperate to keep him forever. His cock slams in and out of me, so hard, I can’t catch my breath, and then, gaze on mine, he pushes his thumb into my ass. The sudden added pressure startles a cry out of me and my muscles contract.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans.
He’s not the only one at the mercy of our bodies .
“You’re not so tough when I’m squeezing you, huh, beast?” I tease.
Growling, he grasps my hair and pulls, forcing me to stare up at the ceiling as he takes me for all I have. He pumps his thumb in time with his hips, fucking both my holes and holding me in place until all I can do is beg for release. Dare’s shaft stretches and fills me. His thumb adds delicious pressure. My inability to do anything but let him fuck me, the traces of vulnerability that come with being at his mercy, quickens my pulse.
The trembling starts in my legs, rattles up my spine and down my arms until I practically collapse against the couch. Warmth spreads from my middle, filling my entire body with blissful nirvana. Dare tugs on my hair again, outlining the pleasure with touches of pain that have me moaning and begging to come. He slams into me, once, twice, three times, his cock beating against my G-spot until every muscle tightens and stars burst across my vision.
We both cry out, his orgasm chasing mine, the burst of hot cum igniting another flame of pleasure that licks up my spine and heats my cheeks. Dare sheathes himself deep inside of me, spreading his cum over every inch of me, massaging it into my cunt until he collapses against me, forehead resting on my shoulders as he pants.
I hum in approval, more than content with him ignoring my request to go to the beach first.
His length jerks again, and I gasp, writhing against him. He moans, thrusting deep until my walls stop spasming. “You’re dangerous.”
Too spent and filled with pleasure, all I can do is smile.
He presses kisses along my spine, eases his thumb out of my ass, then says, “Don’t move.”
I don’t bother telling him I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My legs are still liquid. Dare washes his hands in the kitchen, then returns, dropping to his knees and gliding his palms up my legs.
“Look at the mess we made.” Dare gathers up the cum that’s leaked out of me and pushes it back inside, chuckling at my moan. He slowly finger-fucks me, forcing his cum deep inside me.
“Dare,” I breathe, digging my fingers into the fabric of the couch, rocking back into his hand.
“Rose,” he murmurs, spreading my folds and smoothing his thumb over my clit. “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”
“Yessss,” I hiss, rolling against his touch.
I’m so sensitive, it’s almost too much.
“And you’re going to stop telling me what to do.”
“Never,” I rasp.
He bites my ass, and pain ricochets through my body, but I don’t hate it. The ache counters the sensitivity. “Say you’ll stop bossing me around.”
“No.”
“Wrong answer.” His teeth dig into my ass again, likely leaving impressions right next to the other ones. This time, he bites down a little harder as his thumb traces quick and tight circles around my clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I squeal, not at all ashamed of the bucking and incoherent sounds I’m making.
Before I can come, he moves his thumb. “Say it.”
“Screw you.”
He smacks my ass. “Rose,” he warns in that tone that slithers down my spine.
“Dare,” I whine, shifting my legs. “Please.”
“You want to come, you tell me what I want to hear.” He languidly thrusts his fingers, a slow and torturous edging.
Does it matter if I give him control this week? It doesn’t change anything. It’s not like he’s trying to tell me what I can and can’t say; he simply wants me to obey him, and if it means I get to come, why would I say no? Why would I deny him?
“I’ll stop bossing you around.”
“Good girl,” he purrs. His thumb finds its way back to my clit and his lips smooth over my ass. I brace myself for another bite, but his tongue lashes against my hole, startling me for an entirely different reason.
“Dare.”
“You’re filthy,” he murmurs before he circles my rim with his hot tongue, cleaning parts of me no one has ever touched, but Dare doesn’t care. Dare wants to own every part of me, and I’m helpless to deny him. Not when his thumb rolls over my clit and his fingers caress that place deep inside of me. Dare takes me in ways I’ve never allowed any other man, but he’s the only one I’ve ever fully trusted with my body.
And he takes his time reminding me of that over and over until the sun sets and the beach waits for another day.