Chapter 4
Just as I walk into the lobby between the men’s and women”s changing areas, I spot Victoria going into one of the private bathrooms with her bag.
I make it there just in time to catch the door before it closes all the way and wrench it open, slipping inside and pushing it closed behind me.
I click the lock into place before turning to face her.
“What—oh.” She visibly relaxes when she sees my face.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Not a resort employee, huh?”
She opens her mouth and then closes it, folding her own arms to cross over her delicious, nearly visible breasts. “Technically, I’m here on a contract. So, no, I’m not a resort employee.”
“Semantics.”
She just shrugs.
I stalk toward her, and she backs away until there’s nowhere left to go.
Once she’s pinned against the wall, my arms on either side of her shoulders, I lose the battle against the tent in my shorts. It’s all I can do not to lunge my hips forward and press my erection into her.
Not that I’m entirely sure those muscles are still functional.
“So, the very first thing out of your mouth last night was a lie.”
She breaks eye contact as her gaze drops to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I huff and stand up straight, walking halfway across the small room before turning back to face her, hands on my hips. “Don’t ever apologize. It makes you look weak.”
Confusion twists her lovely face. “But…you just said…I thought you were mad that I lied to you.”
“I’m not mad at you for lying. Hell, I think young women need to lie more. Level the goddamn playing field. But what difference would it make if I was?”
“I don’t know, I guess.”
“You just automatically apologize anytime someone might be mad at you for something?”
“I…I’m going to go, I think.”
“You think? You want to exit the small, locked room where a man twice your size is threatening you, and you’re not even going to say it like you mean it? You’re asking me permission to leave. Well, I don’t grant it.”
“I don”t need your permission.”
“Prove it.”
She lunges for the door, but I’m already halfway there. As she passes me, I catch her around the middle and pin her to the closed door, pressing my chest firmly against her back. I wrap one hand tightly in her loose hair and slide the other down one of her thighs.
We just breathe together like that for a long moment before she starts to struggle. I may be sore, but I’m still strong as hell, so I keep her pinned without all that much effort.
“Let me go.”
My erection is achingly hard, and I don’t try to hide it as I push my hips more firmly into her ass.
I turn her head so I can see the profile of her face, and what I find there nearly sends me to my knees.
It’s not tears.
It’s not a flushed red face of a woman in distress.
She’s got her eyes squeezed closed, bottom lip bit between her teeth.
She looks an awful lot like she did last night when I was filling her up.
“If you want to leave, Victoria, unlock the door.”
I shift slightly to the left to make sure her arm is good and free.
I watch her hand reach toward the deadbolt and then ball up in a fist. She brings the fist back and strikes my thigh.
“I said let me go,” her voice is hushed, but full of feeling.
“Reach up and unlock the door, Victoria.” I breathe the words into the crook of her neck as I wind my fingers more tightly into her hair. “Then you can leave.”
The choice is hers, and she knows it.
I am hardly a man who can get away with assaulting a woman in a public place. There isn’t a more recognizable face on this island.
She knows I’ll let her leave.
I watch the thoughts pass through her expression without her even needing to open her eyes.
Finally, after a painfully long pause, she gives the tiniest shake of her head. I feel it against my fist more than I see it.
“Your safeword is Bentley. Do you understand?”
She nods quickly and then flinches as the action pulls her hair.
“Say the word out loud right now so that I can be sure you know what it is and what it means.”
The pause sucks the breath right out of me. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted to hear a single word as much as I want to hear this one.
“Bentley.”
“And if you say that word again…” I prompt her, pulling back on her hair so her face comes away from the door, forcing her to face me.
“I can leave.”
“That’s right.”
Fucking hell.
I’m not sure if I wanted her to turn that lock or not. I mean, obviously my cock wanted her to stay, but there’s no denying the fact that this complicates things a bit.
And I don’t like when things get complicated.
But I can hardly back down now. This little vixen issued me a challenge and I’m going to have to rise to it, consequences be damned.
I slip my free hand under the tight waistband of her yoga pants. The noise she lets out is halfway between a whimper and a moan that shoots straight to my dick.
I grip the stretchy material and pull down sharply, taking it over the round of her ass.
And I’ll be damned if there isn’t a trace of panties under them.
I take a big handful of the soft, bare flesh and squeeze, earning myself a nice little gasp. When my hand slides between her legs, she offers up a full-on moan.
“I should have known you”d be so wet, you little slut.”
Her moan turns back to a whimper as I press a finger roughly inside her, adding another before giving her body a few quick thrusts.
“Dripping fucking wet,” I murmur, my head still tucked into the crook of her neck, pinning her shoulders against the wall. “You wanted to leave, but that was nothing but another lie.”
“I thought…” she starts, barely able to get the words out with her face pressed against the door. I pull back on her hair and turn her head to face me. “I thought it was okay for me to lie.”
“Are you apologizing again? Asking for my permission?”
“No. I mean…I don’t know.”
I release her entirely, pulling my fingers from her warm pussy and dropping my grip on her hair. I take a step back and leave her gasping against the door, pants around her knees.
“Is that all this is? You didn’t leave when you had the chance because you thought I’d be mad if you did?”
She turns, the picture of dishevelment, hands raking through her own hair as she tries to form a sentence. “No, I mean. I do want to…I mean, I don’t know.”
“Victoria,” I growl, allowing my displeasure at her indecisiveness to echo against the walls.
Her knees buckle and she slides her back down the wall until her butt hits the ground. “I don’t know why I’m still here. I don’t know exactly what I want. But is it so terrible to want to please you?”
And what I want, of course, is for this strong, beautiful, courageous woman to stand up for herself.
But I also want her cowering on the floor in front of me.
I want both things equally, and the war between the two nearly splits my mind in half.
I wish I was a stronger man. The kind who would wipe her tears and fix her hair. Help her to her feet and give her a nice little lecture about stranger danger.
Maybe I even thought I was that man, before the lock slid closed on this bathroom door.
But I know now that I’m not.
“If you want to please me so much, take your clothes off.”
Her eyes shoot to mine and go wide for just a moment before she springs into action. Her top comes off first, and my mouth waters at the sight of her beautiful, handful-sized tits, bouncing as she pushes herself to her feet and strips the tight pants down.
“Face the wall again.”
She turns and presses her palms flat against the door, her right hand just inches from the deadbolt.
The fact that her escape is so close and she refuses to take it…well, that does something to me.
“Spread and bend over.”
She obeys, sliding her feet apart and then shuffling them back so her arms extend in front of her as she bends at the waist.
The view of her wet, spread pussy, waiting just feet from my cock, is a glorious fucking sight.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
“That’s okay,” she says, too quickly.
“It’s not fucking okay. Say it.”
“It’s…that’s not okay.” She stumbles over the words, but manages to get through them.
“Oh, really. You think you get to decide what goes down here, huh?” I know what a low blow I dealt her, but I want to see her crumble. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.
“I…I mean…I didn’t?—”
I cross the room in two strides and grip her around her waist at the same time I drive my fingers back inside her. “What did you mean, then?”
“I’m clean.”
“And?”
“And you need to tell me right now if you’re clean, too.”
“How would you know for sure I wasn”t lying?”
“I wouldn’t.”
I start a quick slide of my fingers, in and out of her, as my thumb finds her clit. “So, you’re just going to trust me?”
“I’m already trusting you a lot, aren’t I?” Her voice is strained. I can hear her trying to steady her breath.
“If you’re trying to deny me the orgasm I deserve right now, you better cut that shit out.”
She sucks in a loud breath and holds it.
The telltale clench of her core follows quickly behind.
I grip her hip harder and pound into her with my hand as she cries out. Her hands slide helplessly down the slick metal door as she tries to keep herself upright through her orgasm. I strengthen my hold on her middle, keeping her from hitting the ground as I continue to work her pussy.
When she stills, I lower her to her knees, her hands finding the floor in front of her as she slumps forward and pants.
“I was just going to tell you to get on your hands and knees, but you beat me to it.”
Her face turns to me, and I get those wide eyes once more. I can”t quite read her expression, but once again, she’s not running.
“You’re going to let me fill you up with my bare cock?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I trust you to fuck me without a condom. And I trust that you’re going to do it right the fuck now.”
Oh, this little vixen.
She will be the death of me.
I drop my shorts, my erection springing back up to hit my abs. “Do you want to suck it first?”
She shakes her head no.
I cock my head to the side. “You think you can tell me no right now?”
She nods her head yes.
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Get up on those hands and knees.”
Victoria lifts her body back up from where she relaxed on the ground and shifts so her ass is pointed right at me.
The wetness from her orgasm makes her pussy glisten in the fluorescent lighting.
“Fucking hell, girl. I am about to pound you so hard.”
She glances back over her shoulder, and I catch a flash of emerald eyes before turning my attention back to the paradise awaiting the tip of my cock.
Fisting myself, I slide the head of my dick up and down her wet slit. Every inch of her body is pure perfection, from her toned calves and thighs to her adorable, round ass, but these few inches? These are the ones I’ve been dreaming about.
I nestle my tip at her entrance and prepare to take the plunge.
“Do you want me to fight you?” she asks.
I pause at her words, my cock poised and ready. “Do you want to fight me?”
I’m far more used to contained scenes with carefully agreed upon parameters, but I’m not going to turn this down.Especially when I’m already so far down this rabbit hole.
She nods.
“Say it,” I demand.
Instead, she springs to her feet and runs the few paces she can before she hits the wall in the far corner.
I’m right behind her, pinning her flat once more. “You think you’re going somewhere?”
“I—” Whatever she’s planning to say is muffled as I clasp my hand over her mouth. Her words become cries and little shrieks against her makeshift gag.
With my free hand, I bring the tip of my cock back to where it nearly hit home base just moments before. Victoria thrashes her hips back and forth, but not enough to dislodge me.
I give one hard push and slide to her depths, inhaling the sound of her muffled screaming down to my soul.
I pull out and press back in, wetting myself and preparing to really take her. I don’t miss the way her feet slip to the sides and her hips tilt forward just a bit to allow me room to properly fuck her.
I hold tightly to her mouth for leverage as I begin my punishing pace. The room starts to blur as the pleasure from my cock seeps out into the rest of my body. Into my nervous system.
Victoria tilts her head just a bit and bites down hard on my palm, the pain splashing into my ocean of pleasure and turning the whole thing gold. I only grip her tighter, fuck her harder, and before long, her jaws lose their grip.
I release her mouth and reclaim my grip on her hair, pulling her head back as far as her neck will allow and biting down on the soft flesh I find there.
“Look at you, taking me like the fucking slut that you are.”
She whimpers and I bite her again.
“How do you like that?”
Her body thrashes as her fight is renewed by my words, but I’m still not letting go. She’s clenched down on me so hard that pumping in and out is a struggle, but it’s a challenge I’m happy to rise to.
“So damn tight. Tight and wet, just the way I like it.”
“Please…”
“Please what?” I ask, jostling her body with every thrust.
“You’re hurting me.”
“And?”
“I want more.”
I roll my head up to the ceiling and squeeze my eyes closed.
This fucking girl is going to be the death of me.
“I’m hurting you as much as I can in a public fucking restroom.”
“More.”
I’m giving the girl everything I have. Her neck is forced backward at an odd angle by the grip I have on her hair. I’m practically drawing blood with the grip I have on her hip where my arm wraps around her middle, holding her in place as I impale her with all my strength.
With an impatient snarl that I don’t even recognize, I pull her out of the corner and drag her across the room, holding her body close to mine, still inside her.
I push her down by her head onto the small pedestal sink. She spreads her own legs and lifts her hips.
I slide impossibly deeper.
We moan in unison at the new depth.
“Is this what you wanted?”
She nods against my grip, making herself wince at the pull.
“This is what’s about to happen.” I’m learning the plan myself as the words come out of my mouth in someone else’s voice. “I’m going to pull out, and you’re going to kneel down while I come on your tits. Got it?”
“Yes,” she gasps out as I continue to slam her body into the sink with my thrusts.
“And then I’m going to leave here and go to my house on Merit Island. You”re going to get in the car I send to your house and get on the helicopter that will be waiting and come to Merit Island as well. Yes?”
“Yes.”
It all sounds so perfect.
Just the thought of this woman, spread for me in my own private space, no one to hear, no one to interrupt, is enough to send me over the edge.
I pull out and she turns and drops to her knees like the obedient little thing she is.
She squeezes her eyes closed but leaves her mouth hanging open. I almost aim for it, but at the last second force myself to honor the plan.
Watching my hot load hit those peaked nipples is plenty satisfying.
She just kneels there and takes it, her chest rising and falling quickly with her labored breathing.
I pump myself through my orgasm, my vision finally coming back to full clarity as it passes.
And I see the scene before me in the true light.
Shit.
With a sigh, I drop my cock and grab a wad of paper towels. Kneeling down, I clean her chest. Her eyes pop open and watch me as I clean her.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“You said never to apologize.”
“I said you should never apologize. You have too much to lose.”
“And you don’t?”
“It’s different.”
“Tell me.”
I look up from her torso and meet her eyes, sitting back on my heels. “I got a little carried away there.”
“Yeah, well…”
“No, really. I never should have said or done?—”
“I wanted you to.”
I shake my head with a sigh. “I’m going to go.”
“To your house to wait for me?”
My heart sinks as she recites the plan. “I’m not actually sure that’s such a good?—”
“It is a good idea.”
“Victoria.”
“You don’t want me anymore?”
I grind my teeth as I retrieve my shorts and pull them on, grabbing for my shirt and heading toward the door. “That’s not it. I want you so much.”
“Then stop.”
I do, hand resting on the handle.
“Just follow the plan.”
“Vic—”
“Nope.” She’s on her feet now, gathering up her clothes. “Whatever that was, it was incredible. We are doing that again. Right away. Bigger. Better. There’s something here.”
“You are a child.”
“I am not a child.”
“You are an employee.”
“I am not an employee.”
“You deserve better.”
“I…wait, what does that even mean?”
I shake my head. “I can’t give you what you need.”
“What I need is one more night of getting railed while I pretend to try to get away. Can you give me that? Full on. It’ll be fun. Do you know what fun is?”
I shake my head slowly.
Victoria pulls her tight pants on and rolls her eyes in frustration. “Well, what we just did, that was fun.”
She pulls on her tight pastel sports top.
“It was fun,” I say without conviction.
“But?”
“But I just worry.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me. I have literally spent my entire dating career being told by guys that they aren’t interested in anything serious and taking whatever meager scraps of time they have to throw at me. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I flashback to all the times Ainsley has brought girls around only to flinch at my referring to them as girlfriends. He would tell me it wasn’t anything serious. That they were just hanging out. The thought that those girls were just putting up with his behavior because they thought they didn’t deserve anything better turns to bile in my stomach.
I shake my head to clear the image of my son. He’s the last person I want to be thinking about when locked in a public changing room with a woman closer to his age who I just completely and utterly violated. “All the more reason for this to end. I don’t want to contribute to any ideas you may have about your self-worth being tied to your sexuality.”
She laughs. Actually fucking laughs.
And once she starts, she can’t seem to stop.
After a few moments of watching her crack up to the point of tears in her eyes, I can’t help but start to smile myself.
And then I laugh.
When was the last time I laughed?
“Mr. Suck My Cock Like A Dirty Whore is now worried about making me feel objectified?” She laughs harder than ever.
And, incredibly, so do I. I can’t even get it together long enough to respond, so I just shake my head and laugh.
The hormones and adrenaline from my orgasm start to pass and the pain in my core from my hour-long plank session starts to kick in. I hold my stomach and bend forward, trying to take a deep breath and avoid getting a cramp.
“You murdered me in that workout class.”
My statement only makes her laugh more. “I know. I did it on purpose.”
Tears stream down my face as I laugh. I have to turn away.
I press my palm flat on the cool, white, tiled wall, followed by my forehead. The solid surface has a calming effect, and after a moment, I’m able to breathe again. When I get my shit together, I turn back around to find Victoria standing with her hand on the door handle.
She’s flushed red from laughing—and fucking—and looks completely and utterly stunning. It’s all I can do not to run across the room and grab her.
I clench my hands into fists and force my feet to remain glued to the spot.
“I’m going to go. I’ll be waiting for the car to arrive.” She waits for my answer.
All the dopamine from my laugh session fades away as reality sets in. I’m only going to disappoint this spunky, gorgeous, young woman. I may as well get it over with. “I can’t make you any promises.”
She turns the handle and pulls the door open a crack. “I didn”t ask for any.”
And then she’s gone.