Chapter 12

Ella

On Saturday morning, I leave my contacts out and put my glasses back on. I pull my hair up and sneak my phone out of my suitcase to tap a quick email.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rainier murmurs next to me, either ready to go to sleep or ready to nuzzle up and start trying something. His body is so relaxed, I can’t imagine that he might actually be on the verge of getting up. “What are you doing? No phones on the island, babe. That’s a strict policy.”

I beam down at my phone and send the email to his car dealership, confirming analytics for eleven o’clock Monday. “I know,” I say, tearing my eyes from the screen to smile at him. “You just had some correspondences piling up.”

“You’re a total workaholic. You’re worse than I am.” He grins at me, unable to hide his pleasure with this fact. “You’re breaking the rules at a vacation spot just so you can work over Thanksgiving.”

“Oh, shit, my parents,” I seethe, bowing my head. “I almost forgot.”

“I think you did forget. Thanksgiving was Thursday.”

“Shut up. I’ll tell them that you’re working me overtime.”

“I am.”

“Burning the candle at both ends.”

“Ooh. Sounds kinky.” Rainier hesitates and then broaches, “What would you think about actually doing something like that, though?”

“I don’t know, you were pretty vague. What is the ‘candle’ in this scenario?”

Rainier laughs and shakes his head like I punched him. Maybe, in some ways, I have punched him.

“I mean, would you actually consider working for me—from home? From my home?” he elaborates.

“Uhhh.” Heat rushes up into my cheeks and my eyes dart over to him. “I don’t know.”

“I used to not like those glasses, but with your head down, they look good.”

“See? Would I even be able to get any work done?”

Rainier sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and settles back. “I guess not. But I think it’d be a solid move, anyway. Think about it. You’re happy. I’m happy. Maybe I could provide your boarding... your food... and a small stipend, just for living. And you’re my assistant throughout all of life, no matter where I am. Office or bedroom.”

I bite my lower lip, too, and I really imagine what that would be like.

Smirking, I straddle his lap and open my blouse. “I see me making you waffles in a cute little apron and nothing else. See your hands all over me.” I grind down and find him hard beneath the sheet. “I see myself taking care of your every need.” I suck on his lower lip and murmur to him, “Even when what you need is to relieve some tension before a big meeting.”

“Mm, I like that,” Rainier purrs. He plays with the tips of my hair, then his hands migrate to my nipples. He swallows. “I want you to belong to me.”

I’m in mid-grind on his shaft when he says the words, and I hesitate, blinking down at him. He stares back at me, his abdominal muscles stark and contracted, responding with soft grinds of his own. His coffee eyes cloud with lust and I wonder if he even really knows what he’s saying. Maybe that’s just his dick talking.

“The way an employee belongs to a boss,” I supply for him, sure that must be what he means.

“No… like a woman belongs to a man,” he growls, clutching my hip and grinding himself harder, insistently, against my sex. “I want to have every part of you, Ella. This…” He slips his hand between us and rubs at the wet patch developing on my panties. “This is my hole.” He takes the same hand and hooks a finger in my mouth, still humping me up and down. “And this is my hole.” He slides the finger in and out of my mouth, pantomiming fucking my mouth, while his free hand scoops over my ample ass cheeks and then slithers between them. “And this is my hole,” he breathes. His free hand is coming for my asshole and I brace myself, sure that it will be weird.His finger nudges gently at my asshole, but he doesn’t push too hard. “All your holes,” he promises me, “are my holes… and this dick is your dick.”

His finger starts to break into my ass and I gasp, unprepared. “Rainier,” I cry, using his first name in bed for the first time. It still feels new on my lips.

“I know, I know,” he growls, drawing his finger away. “You don’t like it yet. But you will.”

I’m not sure about that, but he grips my thigh and opens it, sliding out from underneath me. “Let me see it from the back.”

I obey, because it’s natural to do so, and he pushes my ass up and apart but not to get to my asshole. It exposes my pussy utterly and he pushes himself inside with no real foreplay this time. I’m already slick with anticipation anyway and he growls deep in his throat with the discovery.

“You feel so big,” I whine, almost complaining. This position—with my pussy so open, with him diving so deep—is new, and it makes me feel like a virgin all over again. I try to come away from Rainier by just an inch or two and make myself more comfortable. Sometimes the sex can be too crazy, too wild, and I worry that I’ll embarrass myself by losing control of my bowels or something. Especially with my whole ass on display right now—I don’t want him pushing too far.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he breathes, binding his arms around my hips and forcing me back, forcing me down to the base of his thick prick. “You’re going to stop running away from this dick…”

“Yes, sir,” I answer him, even though my face is now kind of crushed in a pillow. He thrusts deep and hard into me and I don’t run, because he told me that I was going to stop. I don’t run, even though the depth and his girth are almost unbearable, and I unleash a hot, quivering orgasm on his staff.

“You’re coming, aren’t you?” he pants, driving harder into me. I bounce on his shaft and my pussy shudders. He’s fucking pummeling me, merciless. “You’re coming right now, aren’t you?”

I don’t answer because my capacity for speech is gone now. I just moan like a damn cow and he takes that as a yes. My knees leave the mattress and he’s got me in the air now.

“Yeah, come on that dick,” he commands me, driving again and again and again. “It’s your dick, baby. Get your cum all over it.”

When my body loosens and shudders and collapses after the string of powerful orgasms, Rainier settles my limp legs to the mattress. His hands smoothen over my ass with adoration.

“My holes,” he whispers. “All mine. Every day. Everywhere.”

I feel his stiff head probing at my anus and tighten up with anticipation… and excitement.

“Relax, Good Girl.” His palm flashes down hard on my ass and my whole pelvic floor responds. I tremble and open up for him. “You’re going to love this.”

He’s surprisingly tender—more tender than he’s ever been with me, even when he was taking my virginity—as he pushes slowly into my final hole, taking another virginity. I stop breathing and get a little dizzy. Gooseflesh rises on my arms and rushes down my legs.

“Oh, my god,” Rainier gasps, sliding inch by inch. His cock grows inside me, as my tightness hardens him more and more. “Oh, my god.”

“Yes,” I sigh, eyes rolling. It doesn’t hurt. I thought that it would hurt but it doesn’t. It’s just… intense. I mean, I feel like I might pass out, but not in a bad way. It’s like a rollercoaster: terrifying but exhilarating.

Then he starts to pump in and out and I lose my mind. The intensity doubles down. He grips my hips and tugs me back, panting that I’m a good girl. But right now, I feel like a bad girl. He spanks me again and I get looser. It gets hotter. “That’s my girl…” Rainier sighs. He’s so impossibly large now, and I can almost feel the cum on the tip of his head. “And these are my holes. Oh… oh… are you ready… here it comes…”

His cock moves like thunder in me now, banging with deep, bone-shaking thrusts. It’s incredible. His massive length explodes and spasms inside me, flush with my ass, as low as he can possibly get, sweating in buckets and gasping for air.

“Oh, my god.” Rainier blinks in a daze up at the ceiling. He’s still in my ass. “I think I’m in love with you.”