Chapter 28 #2
“Yes, sir.” She disappears downstairs and I continue making Alora’s margarita.
She’s upstairs right now putting on the lingerie that I bought her and I smile at the thought.
Nobody blows my mind like Alora Sorenson, nobody….
The spa is hot and bubbling and damn it, I can’t wait to replay the last time we had one together.
“Hi,” she says softly. I turn to see her still in her dress.
“Ah….” She shrugs, sensing my disappointment. “I’ll put it on later.”
I nod and pass her the margarita and she tastes it. “Perfect.” She walks out on deck and looks out over the port as it twinkles in the distance. I go and stand beside her as she watches the land in silence.
She seems different tonight, distant.
“A penny for your thoughts?” I ask.
She sips her drink. “I’m thinking this is a great margarita.”
My eyes hold hers and I know there’s something bothering her. I sip my drink as I contemplate my word choice, in the end it just blurts out. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She forces a smile.
“Alora.” I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “I don’t like being lied to.”
“God,” she whispers, as if exasperated. “I’m just feeling really weird.”
“Why?”
“Because….” She looks around the yacht and throws her hand up. “This place is just….” She shrugs. “And then I can’t stop….” She cuts herself off. “But then I know.”
“Land the plane,” I snap, impatient.
“Your history on this yacht is whispering through the walls and taunting me with visions of you with other women.”
My eyes hold hers.
“And I logically know. I know that it doesn’t matter and that it makes no difference to us or our relationship.”
I concentrate on trying not to cut her off.
“I guess.” She sips her drink. “It’s hard to put into words.”
“Try harder.”
“I just feel insecure tonight, and I don’t want to, and I don’t like feeling like this but I have been wondering. Why do you love me, Edward?”
“Can you hear yourself right now?” I frown. “You feel insecure because I love you?”
“The irony is not lost on me.” She rolls her eyes. “Believe me.”
“Alora.” I exhale. “You are a very different species of woman to who I usually spend time with.”
“I know that, and that’s what has me confused.”
She listens as her hair whips around in the wind.
“Don’t be confused, because this—” I gesture to the yacht, “—is an illusion of happiness. And from the moment I met you, I was also back in our book and I realized I didn’t want the fake life I was living anymore and maybe that’s why I fought against it so hard.
On some level I was giving up everything I knew to be with you.
I’ve always been rich, but it’s only now that I have you that I am truly wealthy.
” I take her into my arms and kiss her. “Forget my past. You are my future.”
Her eyes well with tears and she nods as if understanding.
“Why didn’t you put your lingerie on for me?” I kiss her again.
“I don’t know.”
She’s still struggling and I know I need to pull her out of her head.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I put my mouth to her ear. “Tonight we’re going back to the first weekend we met.”
I hold her close as she listens.
“You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” She smirks as I hold her ear to my mouth. “And you have arrived on my yacht to pleasure me on request.”
She bites her lip to hide her smile.
“Get upstairs. Get that fucking lingerie on and get back down here and suck my cock.” I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back; I lick her open lips.
Her eyes darken with desire and I feel myself harden with a deep throb.
“You have two minutes,” I growl.
“Yes, sir.” She turns and I slap her hard on the ass.
“Let’s fucking go.”
ALORA
I stare at my reflection, I’m in the bathroom of the main bedroom with wall-to-wall mirrors.
The black lace lingerie fits like a glove.
It cuts away at the breast, barely covering my nipples and it laces up the front like a corset.
It has lace and velvet panels with black satin ribboning and a snap crotch.
It looks like something from a hardcore bondage porn film, not something your wife would wear…
but maybe that’s the point. I smile as I turn and look at my behind, barely covered with lace.
Deviant.
Where did he even buy this?
I feel him before I see him and turn to see Edward leaning with his shoulder against the doorjamb. His hair is messed and his olive skin looks stark against the crisp white T-shirt and light blue jeans. Big, deep blue eyes hold mine and he has something in his mouth.
“Hi.”
He pulls it out and licks his lips. “Sucking on your butt plug.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile.
“Why would you be sucking on a butt plug?” I breathe.
“To warm it up for you.” His hungry eyes drop down my body. “To warm you up for me.”
Jeez….
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Come here,” he whispers as he unzips his jeans. “Suck me.” He picks up a towel and drops it to the floor and points to it. “Kneel.”
His words snap me out of my mood and I want to please him, more than anything I want to please him. I drop to my knees and his hands go to my hair as I struggle to pull his jeans down over his hips.
His cock is hard, making pulling his jeans down over it difficult. Damn this thing has its own zip code.
“Hurry. The. Fuck. Up,” he growls.
The jeans finally give way and his thick hard cock springs free; my eyes linger on his manhood. God, his dick is beautiful, the joy it brings my body is like nothing else.
Thick veins course down its length and pre-ejaculate drips from the end.
It looks angry…. Hungry.
Holding himself at his base, he rubs the tip over my mouth, smearing the pre-come across my lips. “Open.” He fists my hair in his hand and I part my lips, purposely not enough so that he has to pry them open.
This is what I love doing…teasing him, just enough so he loses control.
He lets out a low growl as he pushes forward. I keep my mouth parted only slightly, I want him to fight to get it in.
Cupping his balls, I slowly lick his end and his breath catches. “Yes….”
I smile as I lick him again, his grip on my hair tightens as he guides my head where he wants it to go.
Watching Edward Prescott come apart is my favorite extreme sport. And extreme it is, because once he loses control there’s no going back. There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain. He fucks hard and unapologetic.
Primal as the human race, this man was built for sin.
His dark eyes hold mine as I open my mouth and he slides it deep down my throat until my gag reflex kicks in. “Take it.” He fists my hair harder. “All of it.”
I close my eyes as I try to calm myself, this is nothing new. I fight to take him every time, but I know the payoff is more than worth it. I open my throat and he slides right in.
“Yesssss,” he hisses. “Good girl. Just like that.” He pulls me by the hair out and then back onto him. My sex ripples in excitement at the sound of his moan.
Satisfying this man is a need in me that I can’t describe, a deep ache that I need to fulfill.
“Oh yeah,” he breathes. “Like that.” He pulls me back and then slides back in deep. “Swallow,” he whispers darkly, and I smile around him.
Fucking deviant.
I swallow around his cock and his lips go to a perfect O as his eyes flicker closed. “Fuck yeah.”
I fist him as I suck, hard and just the way he likes it.
On a normal man, this would be painful…. But not Edward. He likes to ride the pain, the harder and more brutal, the stronger his orgasm.
So fucking hot I can’t stand it.
I fist him harder and harder and his breath catches as his hands twist in my hair and he tips his head back and….
He snaps out of his trance, realizing that he’s about to blow without me. He pulls me off and up to my feet. “Up.” He pulls a velvet stool over to us. “Kneel on it.”
“What?”
“Do it,” he demands.
I kneel onto the stool.
“Lean over it.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, he scares me sometimes…how far is too far?
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He runs his hand down my spine in an act of tenderness. “It’s okay.”
I lean over and my behind is up in the air and I hear the cupboard open and I close my eyes as I wait for his next move.
He slowly unsnaps the crotch buttons and pulls the lingerie up and I stare at the tiles as I try to calm my breathing. I feel his tongue on my back entrance. He licks me, softly at first and then deeper, hungrier.
Oh…
I close my eyes as I try to deal with him…. With this.
Whenever he touches me here…it’s always so intimate, and knowing he’s the only man who’s ever done this only amps up our connection.
My breath quivers in anticipation and I hear a cap click open.
What’s he doing?
I feel something pour over my skin, dripping down my thighs, and his finger rubs it in.
Oil….
He pours more on and his fingers slowly rub it into my ass, around and around, and my eyes flutter closed.
And then in….
Fuck.
Softly at first and then deeper…. More urgent. He pours more oil onto me and my body begins to slurp as his fingers dive deep. He rides my ass and then I feel the bristles of his whiskers as his tongue slides through my sex.
This man….
I’m dripping wet, swollen and so ready to come.
“Sharp sting,” he murmurs. “Relax.”
I feel the hardness of the butt plug nudge my back entrance and I close my eyes as he slides it in deep.
I see stars…as my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh, yes,” he breathes. “My dirty girl loves it here.” He pulls it out and slides it back in. “Doesn’t she?” He bends and kisses my behind and I quiver, the orgasm so close I can nearly taste it.
“Don’t even think about it.” He rearranges me on the stool, I’m bent over, completely at his mercy, and he nudges his tip through my weeping lips.
He slowly slides his thick cock deep into my sex and the air leaves my lungs. In this position with a large butt plug firmly in place…. Taking all of him feels impossible.
My senses are so heightened that every move has me quivering, shaking at the knees as I try to hold myself up.
He pulls out and pushes back in and a deep moan leaves my body like an earthquake and he picks up the pace and I feel the sharp sting of a slap to my cheek.
Dear god…I’m in heaven.
The ceiling spins as we pant, staring up at it.
Both covered in oil, gasping for air, and completely spent. He’s had me every which way, in every position known to man, and damn, it feels like we’ve run a marathon.
We’ve been fucking for hours.
He looks over at me, his chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. “You should hydrate.”
I bubble up a surprised giggle. “No shit.”
DARKNESS
Meanwhile…. Alora’s house.
2 a.m.….
I slowly open the gate and quietly close it behind me.
I creep down the side of the house and once at the back door, put the mini flashlight into my mouth and shine it onto the lock.
My hands clad in black leather gloves, I grab the tension wrench and begin to pick it.
The lock doesn’t budge, and I take out my glass cutters but then think better of it. No. Then someone will notice.
I go back to picking the lock and with ten more minutes of maneuvering, the door clicks open. I slink inside and close it behind me, relocking it on my way.
I’m in….
Carefully taking off my backpack, I slowly unzip it and grab the plans of the house. I shine my torch to see them, looking between the wall in question and the plans, I finally locate what I’m looking for. The wall-to-wall bookcase.
My hands run over the moldings on the front of the bookcase but I don’t feel what I’m looking for. I shine my torch on the plans again, it should be just…. I feel behind the books to more molding.
Nothing.
Restudying the plans, I notice I’m on the wrong side.
Ahh….
I change sides and feel around the molding and it clicks, that’s it.
I push it hard and it gives way, it still works. Slowly I pull the entire wall of shelving toward me to reveal a hidden staircase.
A satisfied smile creeps across my face, I walk in, close the hidden door behind me before hitting the lock button.
I shine my torch up the staircase, it’s musty and the air is heavy and dense. This secret part of the house, uninhabited for decades.
I walk up the three flights of stairs until I get to the floor above the main bedroom. I sit down and begin to unload my backpack, I bring out a camping light, set it up and turn it on. The large room lights up and I smile at my newfound haven.
Perfect.
I take out the air mattress and hand pump it up and throw the sleeping bag on top, then I take the drill and tool kit.
Reading the plans once again, I retrieve the tape measure and carefully mark where I need to drill. In the light fitting over the bed, and in the bathroom ceiling and the back of the shelves in the staircase.
It takes me hours, and just on daylight my work is done.
I lean down and look through the hole in the floor, Alora’s bed is right beneath and I get an overhead view of the room and bathroom. I sit up and smile.
Now…. I wait.