7. Hawthorn
What the fuck just happened? Did she seriously just say, “Thank you for the help,” and then leave without another word?
When she darted through the boat carrying a bundle of fabric, I’d followed her, wondering what the hell she was doing. I watched as she rushed across the parking lot to the dumpster and threw the sheets off my bed into the trash. But I wasn’t expecting her to jump into a cab and then just leave.
Even though she’s gone, I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the parking lot, like if I’m still staring, she might magically reappear and we could start the last thirty minutes over again.
I don’t understand how we went from her being asleep in my arms, her naked body tangled with mine, my cum still dripping out of her freshly devirginized cunt, to her leaving without anything other than a fucking, “Thank you for the help.”
Anger courses through my veins until I’m pacing the deck, my hands balled into fists at my sides. I knew she was a cold-hearted bitch, but this, this is beyond anything I thought she was capable of. Forcing my feet to stop moving, I shake my head. This is exactly what I should have expected. Penelope Rhodes is a manipulative, calculating bitch. She needed something from me, and now she doesn’t, simple as that.
It was stupid of me to believe for even a second that this was more than it actually was. She asked me to help her solve a problem, and I did. She needed to not be a virgin, and now she isn’t. It was just sex—out of this world, blow my mind sex, but still, just sex.
I’m not dumb. I didn’t say yes believing that she was going to be a completely different person once it was over. But touching her and feeling the way her tight pussy clung to my dick was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. Watching the video of us together, like a voyeur as she cried out my name, her body writhing beneath me, completely under my control, is quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I know I shouldn’t have, but I downloaded a copy of the video and sent it to my cell while she was in the shower. Keeping the evidence of our time together is fucked up, but I just couldn’t help myself, because the thought of her deleting it after she breaks the will and it not existing anymore is unthinkable to me. I’ll never tell a soul I have it, but I’ll know, and even though I shouldn’t, I know I won’t be able to resist watching it again.
Finally forcing my gaze away from the empty parking lot, I sigh, turning and heading back inside. This boat is my happy place—I sleep onboard more often than I stay at my house—but instead of the usual solace I feel from being here, now the place just feels hollow.
Sighing, I head into the bedroom, but the moment I step through the door, the scent of sex and Penelope envelopes me. My eyes land on the stripped bed, and something about the finality of it bothers me because, even though I know exactly what we shared in this room less than an hour ago, it already feels like the memory is fading. With my Princess and the sheets both gone, it feels like soon it’ll be like this morning never happened.
For the first time ever, I don’t want to be here. This boat is literally my escape, but now it’s tainted with her and the circling memories that refuse to be quieted. My feet are bare, and I’m only wearing the sweats I pulled on before I went into the living room to watch the video. I know I should shower, but for a reason I’m unwilling to explore right now, I don’t want to wash the smell of sex and her off my body. Instead, I pull on a shirt and slide my feet into my sneakers before cleaning up the food bags and leaving, locking the boat up behind me.
Once I’m on the dock, I lift up the gangplank and secure it, then head for my car. Opening the door, I slide into the driver’s seat, close my eyes, and try to push all thoughts of Penelope out of my mind. But no matter how much I try, all I can think about is her, as images of her naked and completely under my control run like a slideshow through my thoughts.
I need to remind myself that this was just sex. Simply a one-off bodily function with the sole purpose of breaking the will and freeing both Izzy and Penelope from their parents’ control. Only, no matter how much I rationalize what happened, I can’t stop feeling like my Princess should be here with me, that she shouldn’t be alone. Pulling out my cell phone, I open up the text app, intent on sending her a message, then remember I don’t even have her cell number.
A wry laugh falls from my lips, and I slam my palms against the steering wheel in frustration. Hitting the wheel a second, then a third time, I close my eyes and shake my head. Leaving would be the sensible thing to do. I should go to my friends and tell them what happened, but I can’t seem to do it. Penelope might not be here, but the space we shared is, and even though it’s stupid and probably pointless, I’m not ready to walk away from what happened this morning, even if she is.
Climbing back out of my car, I pull up a number and dial Matthew, the head of my regular staff who crews the boat when I want to go out sailing without my friends.
“Mr. Benedict,” Matthew answers after the second ring.
“Matthew, I know it’s short notice, but I want to go out. How quickly can you get here?”
“You pay us to be on call, Mr. Benedict,” Matthew says with a laugh. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
“Thank you,” I say on a relieved breath, ending the call and making my way back over to my beautiful boat. Securing the gangplank in place again, I climb aboard and unlock the galley door. The smell of sex and my Princess hits me the moment I step inside, and my dick instantly hardens.
I was an idiot to think I’d be able to walk away once I’d had a taste of her. I might hate Penelope, and she might hate me, but after this morning, I know she’s who I’ll compare every other woman to for the rest of my life. I thought I was content with easy sex with willing girls, but now that I’ve experienced a true sexual power exchange, I know there’s no way I could ever go back to shallow encounters.
Penelope was so perfectly, willingly submissive for me. I told her I needed to be in control, and she acquiesced so beautifully. She trusted me completely, and that feeling of being in complete control of her was euphoric.
I might have told her that this was a one-time thing, but I was wrong, because one taste wasn’t anywhere near enough. I warned her I was going to own her, and although my Princess might not know it, I’m nowhere near done with her yet.