Chapter 13

Elizabeth

I had been roaming around the island some more, spending some time on the other various beaches that surrounded parts of the island. I had cooked Charles my special Bolognese for lunch, but that was just a simple thing. Tonight I wanted to make him a special dinner, one he would not forget.

I looked at the sky and saw it would be getting dark in a while, so I headed back to the house. I was halfway up the stony track when I saw the kitchen light was on, which was strange; Charles was not the sort to venture into the kitchen. He had people for that. I could see from a distance that there was another person in the house and wondered who it could be. I arrived at the kitchen and entered.

“Hello? Is there anyone there?” I called out.

“Hello, Miss Elizabeth,” the chef replied.

“What? Where did you come from?” I asked, surprised. “I thought all the staff had gone to the mainland.”

“We did, but Mr. Charles had me brought back for the cooking,” he said.

“Shit, I was going to. You better just leave. I had planned to cook. Just go and stay wherever you stay,” I said in a harsh tone.

“Yes, but, miss, Mr. Charles will be—”

“Just fucking get out. Who is in charge here, eh? You or me?” I snorted.

“Okay, miss. Whatever you say, miss,” the chef said as he exited the kitchen and headed toward the track.

I was pissed. Charles had not informed me anyone was coming back, and I’d had a plan to surprise him. I had been lucky to arrive in time, or everything could have been ruined.

I saw no sign of Charles, so I headed upstairs and showered. I also picked out a sexy nightie to wear. What better way to surprise him than with a home-cooked meal and a sexy, willing girl to serve him? Yes, he will be pleased.

I had just placed a dish in the oven when I heard a noise behind me. I turned, and Charles stood in the doorway.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.

I leaned on the kitchen counter. “I’m cooking dinner.”

“Where is the chef?” he asked in a raised tone.

“I told him to go.”

“What gives you the authority to order my staff about?” he shouted.

“Nothing, but I wanted to…” I struggled with how to respond.

“I don’t give two fucks what you wanted,” he said roughly. “My staff, my orders. No one else’s. You got that?”

“Here. Have a glass of wine and fucking chill out, will you,” I said as I handed him a glass.

Charles started to laugh. He raised his hand and lifted two fingers.

“Little girl, you have just reached number two,” he said as he raised his glass to me. “Congratulations.”

I had not decided if Charles was totally pissed at me or just acting pissed to show his authority. Either way, I had to be careful. He could be volatile, obviously. I presumed if anyone undermined his authority or went against his wishes, it might not be good. I had just realized I had also forgotten to include “Sir” when I’d answered him, and I hoped he had not realized that himself.

Charles headed to the dining table and seated himself so he was facing the kitchen. I could feel him watching me as I cooked, or maybe it was the fact that under the see-through nightie, I was butt naked.

I took advantage of my time in the kitchen to think about number three. He had said I had three strikes and then I would be—well, I had no idea what would happen if I reached number three, but it must have been something depraved compared to what he had done already. Maybe he would lock me in a confined space or something of that nature. I wasn’t sure. I had never thought too much of it.

“What’s cooking anyway?” Charles asked as he sipped his wine.

“Well, I hope you’re hungry. We have three courses, Sir,” I said.

“Go on then. Enlighten me.”

“Well, the starter is goat cheese soufflés that have been twice baked, and they are garnished with apple and walnut, Sir,” I said.

“And the main course?” he asked as he eyed my body.

“Pan-seared salmon with an assortment of side dishes, Sir.” I leaned on the counter and bared my all for him.

“And you said there were three courses. What’s for dessert, kitten?” he asked as he waved for his glass to be refilled.

“That dish is a secret, but I know you will find the taste to your liking, Sir. I’ll warn you now though: One serving may not be enough. You might want a second helping,” I said with a grin.

I had prepared two options for dessert, the first being a simple fruit salad with a spicy syrup coating and the second being what he was looking at. I had prepared myself to be offered as dessert. I knew he loved a fresh juicy peach, and I would surely be fresh and very juicy by the time dinner ended.

As I refilled his glass, I could see in his eyes that he had been staring at me the whole time I had been preparing dinner. It made me feel special and beautiful that one man could focus his attention on me like that.

I served the dishes and sat at the table. The communication was light, so I let my mind wander back to the lagoon. My mind and body had been totally blown away by what I had experienced. I had felt restrained from the handcuffs, and yet my body had been free enough to experience everything—and that had happened in the biggest possible way.

Every sensation had been let loose, and I had entered another sexual realm. I had gone through a sense of being captured and being a hostage; fear had flooded my body when Charles had pulled out the knife, and I’d had visions of Nancy and Chip standing over my body saying, “We told you so.” But as soon as Charles had carefully sliced through my clothing, I’d had an overwhelming sense of being highly turned on. I had indeed been his captive this morning, and I had started to become lost to him.

Would I be another? Another woman who would return from a weekend just to find he had controlled me and my mind once it had all ended?

I wondered what effect I had on him.

He always wore his poker face unless it was for some trivial matter where his reactions were of no consequence, but as soon as feelings or emotions were involved, his whole persona changed. It was almost like he was playing high stakes, and he was keeping his cards firmly against his chest. I already knew I had gotten to him in little ways, and I also realized that in a small way I had controlled him, yet I still had this urge inside me.

I wanted to break free. God knew I wanted to break free—free from the desire to fall for him.

I had also thought of what would happen when it was, indeed, all over. Had I fallen in love? Had I fallen in love for the first time? And did I know it was for real? Or maybe it was just a fantasy that had somehow escaped from reality?

What thoughts were going through his mind? Had he ever looked at me and thought in the same way? Or was I just there to plunder like the many before me and, most likely, the many who would follow me?

“This salmon is quite delicious. Well done,” Charles said with a smile on his sexy face.

“Well, you know what they say, Sir,” I replied. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“It will take a bit more than a tasty bit of fish to reach my heart,” he said.

“Well, Sir, maybe the dessert will be more to your liking,” I said with a grin on my face.

“We shall see; we shall see,” he answered.

As I neared the end of my main course, I pondered all the events so far. I had indeed started to crave him, and crave him in a way I would not have thought possible. We had only been here for just over a day, and already I had been through so much.

We finished dinner and stood close to the bar for a while. Charles started to push himself against me, and I sensed he had become aroused by the view my nightie provided. There were not many men who had the opportunity to sit opposite a young woman who was butt naked apart from a thin layer of lace separating the view.

Charles pushed me back toward the kitchen counter and scooped me up in his arms, his muscles rippling as he lifted me onto the counter. My nightie fell away from my body and totally revealed my pink pussy to Charles. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at my body presented before him.

“Mmmm, I like the look of dessert. It looks so fresh and tasty, and it will feel light on the tongue,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh, Sir, I’m so glad you approve. I tried extra hard with this dish,” I teased as I parted my pussy lips.

Charles grabbed my breasts as he lowered his head and kissed my stomach. His tongue glided across my soft skin as he went lower and lower. His tongue reached the tip of my pussy; I gasped for breath as he pinched my nipples. I thrust my hips forward and spread my pussy lips wider, my clitoris wanting him, needing him. Charles responded and flicked his tongue over my throbbing clit. My pussy was already warm at his touch.

“Oh, I feel warm already, Sir,” I said as I panted.

“I have just the thing for that,” Charles replied. “Don’t move an inch.”

I waited for a moment.

“Close your eyes,” Charles said from the kitchen.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to return.

I felt the stinging pain of cold on my clit. I opened my eyes and saw Charles grinning to himself. He had gotten an ice cube and was gently rubbing it against my clit.

“This will cool you down,” he said as he laughed.

“Fuck, that feels good!” My body shuddered.

Charles removed the ice cube and licked my clit with his warm tongue. The warmth slowly returned, and then he again placed the ice cube against my clit. My body continued to shudder, and I felt Charles slide the ice cube into my pussy. The cold filled me, and cold water trickled from my pussy as the heat from my body slowly melted the ice. Next, Charles lowered his head and lapped up the cold trickle of water that ran from my pussy. I felt his warm tongue as he slid it deep inside me.

“You sure are a tasty dessert,” he said as he started to suck on my clit.

“Oh, you could have me for any meal, Sir,” I replied as I arched my back.

Charles continued to lick and suck. My exposed nub throbbed from the touch of his tongue. My body trembled, and I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take me to another level.

“Sir, fuck me. Fuck me right here, right now. I want to be your oasis in the dessert,” I said as I panted.

“Who is in charge? Me or you?” He looked up from my pussy lips.

“You, Sir. You are in charge. I do as you say,” I replied as I bit into my bottom lip with a moan.

“Exactly, and don’t forget it,” he said. “You are not in a position to make requests.”

I wanted to be taken. My body needed to be released. My pussy was on fire, and I wanted to get my satisfaction from feeling his cock drive deep into me. I had guessed this was his plan. He would take me to the point of no return and leave me short. I would be satisfied yet unfulfilled, and this would make me crave him just that little bit more.

Charles licked my clit and flicked at me with his tongue, and I felt my body rise and get close to exploding, and then he stopped. He looked at me with a grin and wiped his mouth; he turned away from me and made no comment before exiting the kitchen. He had left me in a state of arousal, and I had a need to be fulfilled. Fuck you, Charles.

I slipped from the counter, feeling pissed. I needed a little time to clear my head and let my body relax from what had just happened in the kitchen. I headed outside and walked down the steps to the beach. I grabbed a cold bottle of beer and sat on the beach lounger. I stared at the hypnotic motion of the waves and lost myself in thought. Charles had left me feeling fully dejected, but I knew it was just a game he liked to play. And it was not just any game; it was his game, and it was one for which he made all the rules.

I suddenly realized the rules of his game were not set in stone. He broke them and changed them as he saw fit. These rules of his were flexible and left him in a position where he could never lose.