What happened between Erica and me was beyond words. I went into it with the idea of finally getting off, not expecting to connect with her on such a deep level or to experience the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, and yes, I do mean ever. I came damn close to passing out. I couldn’t stop coming, so it was no surprise to see my come dripping down the inside of her leg. God, just thinking about it was getting me hard for her again.
However, I just took the most amazing experience I’d had with a woman and turned it to shit, simply by opening my mouth. “Why do I ruin everything?” I mumbled to myself as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to figure out how to recover from this.
Erica’s hand settled on my shoulder. “You don’t ruin everything. All I’m asking for is your help in understanding what you want.” She leaned her head to the side as if in deep thought and shrugged. “I admit: my sister is a part of the BDSM world, but I’m clueless to some degree. Even Carol tried to talk to me about it and show me a few things, but I just couldn’t deal.”
She couldn’t deal? Please tell me she wasn’t going to push this as a one-time fuck. Once was definitely not enough to sate my desire for this woman. “Okay, now you’re going to have to explain. What bothered you so badly? Were you at The Shanty?”
Her face blushed a deep shade of pink. Why do I keep forgetting she’s a newbie to all this? Because you’re used to dealing with women who’ve been at these clubs before, who know what they want.
Erica opened her mouth to talk, but a strong breeze kicked up and blew sand our direction, making it impossible to stay at this location. Damn, the stuff was getting everywhere. It was then that I realized we were still a bit exposed and needed to clean ourselves up. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed a rag to clean Erica up and put her to rights. To my surprise, she didn’t fight me but, instead, allowed me to finally take care of her needs, before my own. “Feel like going for either a swim or a shower?”
Looking down at herself and seeing the sand mixed with dried come, she responded, “A shower sounds nice. A swim would be nicer, but I’m getting a bit famished.” I couldn’t blame her; it was early afternoon, and while I could go for some lunch too, my mind only hungered for her body, needing to feel her surround me again.
Lacing her fingers with mine, I started walking toward the house. “You know you never did answer my question about the issues you were having in regard to the BDSM world.”
Her eyes focused on the ground, not wanting to meet mine, and her shoulders slumped forward as we continued our pace toward the house. “I don’t like the act of violence toward another human being. I understand that some people get off on spanking and such, but I’m not going to stand around and watch someone use implements to mar the skin. Carol tried showing me a few scenes, but I couldn’t handle them. I was embarrassed, feeling that I was intruding on someone’s private time.”
I think I understood her a little better now. “I’ll admit that I used to be fully involved in that world of debauchery, but after seeing some of the things I’ve seen in war and using similar instruments as a means of torture, I can’t do that anymore.”
Erica stopped just feet from the house and waved her hand back in the direction of where we were. “But you’d asked me to be your submissive, your partner. Isn’t that part of that world?”
I let go of her and began to pace in a small circle as I tried to come up with the right words to say so I didn’t scare her off or force her to shutdown on me. “I know I’m not phrasing this right, but I’ll try. The world that I was into, the one you’ve seen with Carol,” images of that world entered my head making me cringe, “I can’t do that anymore. Do I want a partner in the bedroom? Yes. Do I want that partner as a submissive? Most definitely. My world is so out of control that I need to have that sense of dominance to feel satisfied. I don’t get off on bringing pain to someone else; instead, I only need the person I’m with to surrender to me completely. Your trust is all I’m after. I want you to trust me to bring you to the heights of pleasure and to know where your limits are. I will push no further than what you’re comfortable with.”
Erica was starting to get agitated, so I held my hand up. “I’m not talking about whips, spankings, or anything like that. I can’t touch any items that can cause harm to another human being. The thought of hurting anyone, especially you, is detestable to me. The most I’m willing to do is smack your ass with the palm of my hand if you’re being cheeky with me.”
She crossed her arms in front of herself—forcing her cleavage out—and stood silently for a long time. It was probably insensitive of me, but all I could think about was how I wanted to reach out and run my hand down her chest. I wanted to pull her to me and show her just how alive she made me feel inside.
Her words broke through my thoughts. “Would I have to give up control in the real world or would it be limited to just the bedroom and sex?”
She’s thinking about it. Don’t scare her off. My mind was elated. Erica was really contemplating being my submissive. “I want someone who’ll challenge me in life, but will be mine for the taking, to do with as I please, in the bedroom. Of course everything we do will be consensual, but I’d ultimately guide you, owning all your orgasms and devoting myself to your pleasure.”
She was turned on by my words; her nipples were hardened and poking through the top of her swimsuit, while a large wet spot formed at her crotch. Damn she was hard to resist. “And the rope thing?” She countered, drawing my attention back to the subject at hand.
“Kent, or rather Dr. Bradford, got me into that. It’s helped me regain focus by leaving all my cares and concerns in each knot that I tie. I’ll admit: I want to tie you up, and I’ve wanted to for a while now. Seeing you in that hammock,” I gulped hard as the image flashed back into my mind, causing my manhood to harden further, “was every one of my wet dreams come to life.” I offered.
“Kent tried to hook me up with some of the single women at the club to see if I meshed with anyone, but I never got any further than tying their hands or legs before I’d end the scene. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t do it.” While looking into her eyes, I reached my hand up to the side of her head and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear. “I couldn’t do it with them, because I couldn’t get the memory of your face out of my mind.” I attempted a smile, “You ruined me the moment we met at my sister’s wedding. It’s the thought of you that consumes me. You’re what my body craves. Yes, I want you as my submissive, but I’d like to see how we do as partners outside the bedroom, see if there’s something more to what we feel outside of this assignment. I don’t know what it is about you, but sleeping next to you, knowing you’re there makes me feel more alive, more complete than I have in a long time. You’re the shield against my nightmares, my demons. I haven’t slept this good in years, and I don’t want to lose that or you.”
Erica’s mouth opened a couple of times but always closed. I don’t know if my admission shocked her. Hell, I’d shocked myself, feeling like I’d given up my man card with my confession, but something about her made me want to be a better person, someone she’d be proud to be with.
She never did respond, only wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss that spoke to me more than any number of words ever could. She wanted me; she wanted us, and that’s all I needed. Where this led? I didn’t know. All I knew was Erica was the calm to the chaos that had engulfed my soul. She’d quickly become an essential part of my world.
I swept her up into my arms carried her the rest of the way into the house and up the stairs. I set her down outside of her shower before starting the water, discarding my pants, and stripping her bare.
The scent of her arousal filled the room. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled her into the shower with me and pressed her against the back wall before sealing her lips with mine, plundering her mouth like I intended to ravish her body. I wanted her to have no doubts the extreme level I coveted her.
Erica put her hands against my chest and pushed, causing me to pull back, wondering if I’d done something wrong. “Everything okay?” I questioned.
“I thought the whole idea of a shower was to get clean, not get dirty again.” She mused, with a little deviltry spreading over her face. Her eyes were hooded and darkened, where I could only make out their blue color around the edges; they were full of desire and want, and I aimed to please.
I pressed my hardened length against her lower belly to show her I wasn’t just playing games. “Darling, I plan on getting you filthier before I get you clean. I’ve only had one dip into the warmth of your soul; now, I want to drown in it.”
She lifted one leg over my hip, and I bent down to find her entrance, lining us up before thrusting all the way into her, sheathing myself in her warmth. I didn’t bother with the foreplay or to see if she was ready for me, since her arousal heavily scented the air around us and was literally dripping down both of her inner thighs. I needed her, and I needed her now.
Erica gasped as I entered her, but her walls quickly relaxed around me as I grabbed her other leg and wrapped it around me. I braced her against the shower’s wall as water rained down over my back. Grabbing her ass, I slid my cock out of her warmth and impaled her again, causing us both to moan in appreciation. “Hang on tight to me, darling. This isn’t going to be slow and easy. I’m going to drill into you so hard, you’ll feel me for days, knowing your body belongs to me now.” Her arms wrapped around my neck as I began pumping into her with force.
I couldn’t explain it, but being connected to Erica felt like I was finally where I belonged. Why I was feeling this way—or if this was normal—I couldn’t tell you. Maybe it was partly because her body molded and fit mine to the point I questioned if she had been made just for me, predestined in nature to be mine. Mine. I never wanted to deal with that word, swearing off the idea of relationships and marriage, especially, after seeing how it nearly destroyed my father when Mom walked out on us without ever looking back or contacting us. The idea of love and abandonment went hand and hand with me. But now, with this magnificent woman wrapped around me, the idea of a future and the concept of love seemed to have merit. I needed to claim her in some way, show the world she was mine, at least for now. My lips locked on to the side of her neck, biting and sucking, marking her body where it was visible to others. I wanted everyone to know this woman belonged to me.
Erica’s breathing became erratic, and I could feel her vaginal walls begin to pulse and tighten around my cock. She felt good, damn good. Honestly, I was surprised she could take the full length of my ten inches inside her, but her pussy sucked me in, hungry for more, and I wanted to deliver everything she craved and more.
A few more forceful pumps into her center and she was crying out my name, “Yes, Jonas!” as her walls locked down on me, drawing out my own release. What was this woman doing to me? I felt shot after shot of come leaving my dick, not knowing when it would end. This is what she did to me, and I loved it.
I continued to lean us against the wall, needing its support to help hold both of us up. Twice now, I’d almost blacked out from coming harder than I had in my life. Was this because I’d been abstinent for two years or was it all Erica? I guess it would take time to find out—time I was looking forward to.
Slowly pulling out of Erica, I helped her to her feet before reaching for the body wash and a washcloth. I lathered it up and began to wash every inch of her body. I turned her in the direction I needed to reach various parts of her luscious curves. I made sure to kiss her face, her neck, and her shoulders but spent a lot of time on the swell of her breasts. They were so damn responsive; hell, she was receptive to every touch of my tongue and fingers on her luminous skin.
I washed every part of her body and enjoyed the little moans of pleasure she gave when I nipped at her skin. She was a sight to behold: soapy, wet, and still dripping with the essence of our encounter. Just seeing her like this had me hard again, but I knew I needed to back off. With her being a virgin and having me twice in one day, she had to be a little sore. I’d try to refrain for a day or so, maybe offering to take her to the swimming and waterfall area to soak a bit.
Grabbing the shampoo, I gently massaged her head and lathered up every inch of her now golden mane. The expression on her face spoke volumes to the trust she was giving me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, just enjoying the sensation of my fingers over her scalp. I could easily imagine her on her knees, my fingers entwined with her hair, with her mouth forming that same o while taking in my cock. She had said she’d experimented with oral pleasure. Get your mind off your dick and back on her, dude. She’s your responsibility, not just to protect her but to care for her needs. Show her how well you can treat her. My mind was right. I needed to put away my licentious desires and provide the aftercare needed to ensure her happiness and well-being.
After I’d rinsed her hair, we switched places. I grabbed the shampoo and started to wash my own hair, when she reached her hands around my neck and pulled me down where she could take over. “It’s my turn,” she said with enthusiasm.
It was all I could do not to push her back against the wall and take her again. She had me at eye level with her breasts, those large pink nipples perfectly pebbled, begging to be sucked by my mouth. Control yourself, man. All in due time. I closed my eyes to avoid the temptation of her shapely body.
With the shower done and both of us completely dried off, I carried her over to her bed and pulled back the sheets. “Stay right here and rest while I get us some lunch.”
I’d expected her to argue with me, but she just curled up on her side, with a wide smile spread across her face, as she closed her eyes. I could tell she’d be out soon. I didn’t even make it to the door, when a small snore escaped from her lips, making me want to jump into bed with her and just hold her for an eternity. But I had things to do. I slipped on a pair of boxers, grabbed the satellite phone, and went downstairs so I wouldn’t bother Erica.
Our supplies were definitely running low, even with me catching fish and gathering fruit from the abundance of tropical fruit trees. Looking into the freezer, I pulled out a couple items to thaw for tonight’s dinner. I looked in the pantry and saw white cake mix, but no frosting. Then I remembered the whipped cream we’d found in the freezer, but I needed something more, an added flavoring of some sort. I went back to the pantry and discovered some vanilla pudding mix that would enhance the flavor of the whipped cream…that and the fresh fruit we’d gathered yesterday. My mouth was already salivating at the idea. I think I had enough to pull together a special birthday dinner for her, or at least the best I could offer at this time.
I was supposed to call Rick tonight anyway, which was great timing; I would bring up the issue of our food shortage. Why not go ahead and get the call over with so I could spend the evening with my attention on Erica.
The phone rang only twice before Rick picked up. “What’s wrong?” were the first words out of his mouth.
“We’re running seriously low on supplies. I’ve been making things stretch, with the fruit trees on the island and catching some fish, but we’ve been here almost a month now and only have maybe a week’s worth of food left, possibly two if we cut down to two meals a day. Could we go to the mainland to pick up a few supplies as long as we keep our cover and don’t stay too long?”
“Negative,” Rick barked. “There’ve been hired guns snooping around the mainland this past week, asking about the islands close by. We’ve been able to divert them by paying the locals to keep them off your trail. Be sure to keep your position hidden to make it appear the island is uninhabited.”
I punched the cushion next to me,. I wanted to let out some of the pent up hostility I had for this Victor guy and his goons. Damn it. Just when Erica and I finally connected, things were about to take a turn for the worse. I could only hope the Titan team would be able to hold the hired guns off for a while longer and keep the locals from taking them out to the islands in an attempt to search for us.
“We’ve been sticking close to the house. The fruit trees are in the middle of the island surrounded by other trees, blocking any aerial views. As for the fishing, I’ve been going out at dark, wearing night-vision goggles, and only going into a cove that’s overwhelmed with trees, blocking me from view. The only way I’d be seen is with the use of a thermal scope picking up my heat signature.” I felt a bit defensive. “Am I not supposed to keep us fed?”
“Whoa there. I’m not questioning what you’re doing. I’m just saying be careful. Hold on a sec.” I heard him set the phone down and someone give him something—paper maybe—telling him it needed his immediate attention.
I got up and continued looking between the kitchen and the pantry area, trying to figure out what I could do for lunch, when Rick got back on the line. “We’re going to have a hard time slipping in supplies. If we do anything, it’ll have to be in the middle of the night and a limited restock. We’re watching a tropical system that isn’t headed your way yet, but that might change, pending another system in its path. If the ridge of high pressure stands still, the tropical system will shift away from you, but if the ridge passes too quickly, the storm may aim straight for you. We’ll have to act fast on that food drop to ensure we get something to you.
“We still have Cat and Jasper in Miami who can get that set up. Have your phone turned on at ten tonight. I’ll relay a time and location you can expect the food, along with an update on the storm. Although, it seems we’ll be watching this storm system for a few days or more. I know Liam has that house of his built like Fort Knox. I just hope we don’t have to test to see if it holds up to the strength of Mother Nature.”
“Copy that. Erica has enough shit on her plate; she doesn’t need more to deal with. Any updates on her friends?” I knew she’d want to know what’s going on with them.
I could hear Rick shuffle through some papers on his desk. “Hannah’s still in the hospital but doing well. Casey has one more surgery on her leg where they’ll go in and set the pins to hold the bones together before they cast it. She should be ready to leave about the same time as Hannah. Both girls will end up in a rehab facility here in Orlando.”
He went on to add, “My brother, Derrick, has offered to help coordinate the move to ensure everything runs smoothly. He’ll borrow his boss’s—Tennison’s—plane to fly them and their parents down. We’ve hired a nurse and doctor to fly down with them to ensure they get here safely. Don’t worry. We’ll make sure they’re protected. We’ve managed to get several new hires since you’ve been gone, so we have plenty of coverage.”
Rick was skirting the knowledge I wanted. “What about Victor? Have you found him yet? Do you know who he’s working for? If his brotherhood is making a comeback? Anything?”
The hard swallow I heard on the other end of the line wasn’t good. “I don’t know. We don’t have much, and, at this point, my father is pulling every connection he has to try and get to the bottom of it. Erica’s father, Ivan, reached out with a request for help from the various Bratvas in the New York area. Through one of his former Russian associates Ivan was contacted by a Soveitnik—a counselor—who requested a meeting between the Pkhan—the leader of his Bratva group—to discuss Victor. They’ve agreed to meet on neutral ground and each bring one person along. Ivan will take my father, Tony. Apparently, Ivan believes he can trust this leader, someone named Nickolai Siniosi. I guess they grew up together, but just to be on the safe side, we’re having them met at a midpoint on the outskirts of Washington, D.C.”
Damn, this was getting into some serious shit. You never got to speak to the Pakhan unless you were about to be offed or unless they were willing to strike a deal. I just hoped everyone stayed safe, and we could get some resolution to all this, for all our sakes. “Do you think the Pakhan can put an end to this?”
“To be honest, man, I don’t know. From what little we’ve gathered, it sounds like Victor was hired to do a job that went terribly wrong, bringing shame not only to the brotherhood but to his family as well. The one thing we have confirmed is that the group he belonged to is still running legitimate businesses but has nothing to do with Victor anymore. Most of his funds are still missing, and some of the accounts we’d found, under assumed names, are still blocked, so how he’s getting money to do anything is beyond us. Sophia has tried to trace every known link and can’t find anything, so either he has money stashed where he can get to it or he’s getting funded by someone. That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”
Rick took in a big frustrating breath before continuing, “To me, it almost sounds like this Nickolai dude is after him too, wanting to put an end to things, but I can’t be certain. I have a bad feeling we might end up working with them for a short time to get this issue resolved. It doesn’t sit well with me, though.”
Nodding my head, not that anyone could see, I agreed. “It doesn’t sit well with me either. I just hope Tony and Ivan aren’t walking into a trap.”
“Ditto. Let’s wrap this up. Remember to turn your phone back on just before ten tonight. I’ll call to update you. Until then, stay safe.” He hung up the phone, and then I turned mine off, reserving the power to it and making a mental note that I needed to be back on it tonight. I hated having to limit our conversations to only a few minutes to get as much of an update as possible, but we didn’t want anyone intercepting our radio waves and triangulating our signal.
I pulled a few ingredients out of the pantry and fridge, opting for something quick and easy to fix for lunch. Opening all the cabinet doors in the kitchen, I finally located a bed tray, and then readied the food to take up to Erica.