Chapter Five - PAX
“Miss Cookie,” I say, my hand on Cindy’s breast.
“Yes, Detective Mysterious?” she purrs back, her ass grinding into my dick as I press her against the wall of our little island hut.
“I wanna fuck you.”
“I know you do,” she coos, turning to place her cool hand on my cheek. She pouts her lips at me, movie-star style. “But we’re due at the dock in seventeen minutes.”
“Seventeen,” I growl, my hand paused mid-nipple squeeze as I consider if seventeen minutes is enough time to have a proper fuck, or if this will have to be a quickie.
“Quickie,” she says, reading my mind. “We can’t be late.”
“All right.” I sigh. “Fine,” I say, pulling her top down and taking both her breasts in my hands. “But we won’t have time to roleplay.”
“I think I’ll live, Detective,” she giggles back.
“Except…” I say, kissing her neck. She loves this, so she throws her head back, her long, golden hair falling with it. She’s like a goddamned goddess.
“Except what?” she whispers back.
“Except that report you turned in last week, Miss Cookie…”
“Yeah,” she says. “The one with my monthly expenses on it?”
“That’s the one,” I say, kissing her mouth.
“What about it?” she says, her words getting caught up in our kiss.
“It had a suspicious charge,” I say.
“Did it?” she breathes.
“Yeah.”
“What was suspicious about it?”
“You spent seventeen hundred dollars at a place called the Sugar Stop.”
“And?” she says, holding in her giggle as my hand wanders between her legs.
“I’m thinking…” She reaches down to grab my growing cock and I have to pause for a second so I can enjoy it. “I really like how you smell like sugar, Miss Cookie. But seventeen hundred dollars in sweets might be excessive.”
“Oh?” she asks in her fake starlet voice. “Well, you’re right. It is. But the Sugar Stop doesn’t sell sweets, Detective.”
“No?” I ask, dropping to my knees as I lift up her short skirt. She’s got a bikini on under her little dress. We almost never wear clothes when we’re out here on our island, but Oliver and Katja are here too, so…
“No,” she says, her fingertips mussing up my hair as I pull her bikini bottoms aside and lick her. She wiggles, leaning back against the wall, like she might need it to hold her up. “They sell sex toys.”
I laugh as I lick her. I can’t help it. Cinderella Shrike has the best imagination.
Best. Imagination.
“Would you like an itemized list, Detective Mysterious?”
“Why, yes,” I say. “Tell me exactly what you purchased, Miss Cookie. And explain how it’s pertinent to your job as my assistant.”
“Ohhh,” she moans as I start strumming her clit. “Well…” She loses her train of thought for a second, but I reach up and pinch her nipple and she squeaks out, “It’s a long list.”
God, I love her. “I have fifteen minutes, Miss Cookie. Begin.”
“Well,” she says, opening her legs to give me better access. I hold both her thighs as I press my tongue into her sweet spot and she grips my hair tighter. “The first thing was the I Rub My Duckie massager.”
I stop what I’m doing to look up at her. She’s biting her lip, trying not to smile. “What does it do?”
“It’s just a fun bath toy. I was gonna surprise you tonight.”
“OK,” I say, smiling. “What else?”
She pushes my head back between her legs and says, “Don’t interrupt me, Detective. I hate it when you lose your train of thought. It’s been proven that multitasking is inherently bad for working relationships.”
There’s no way she can’t feel my smile against her wet pussy.
“I just went in for that, but then I saw the Eiffel Tower dildo, and it reminded me of the trip you took me on for Valentine’s Day last year. So I had to have it.”
“Jesus,” I mumble. I back away, grab her hand, and push it between her legs so she can put on a little show for me. “What else did you buy?”
I’m watching her face, not her hand. Because I just love the way she chews on her lip when she masturbates.
“Cookie dough edible lubricant,” she says, her words coming out in halting gasps as her fingers get busy. “I can’t wait for you to lick it off my ass.”
I have my hand inside my pants after that. My fist wrapped around my cock.
“Then I saw the Princessa vibrator.”
“Princessa?” I ask, trying to figure out just what the fuck that might look like.
“It looks like a crown,” she purrs, reading my mind. “And it spins!”
“Is this shit all real?” I ask, getting a little excited about her imaginary trip to the Sugar Stop.
“Pax.” She laughs. “Don’t interrupt me. And don’t make me work so hard. This is my quickie, remember?”
She pushes my face between her legs again. But fuck this. I grab both her wrists, hike them over her head, press her against the wall, and push my hard dick up against her belly.
“I think, Miss Cookie,” I say, staring down into her blue eyes, “such an excessive sex toy bill means you’re planning on trying to seduce me.”
She says, “Fuck me, Pax. Right now.” She tears at my jeans, popping the button open and unzipping me.
“Doesn’t it?” I ask, ripping open her shirt and tearing it down the middle.
“Fuck me,” she repeats, grabbing hold of my cock and squeezing it with her tiny hand.
I reach for her little bikini bottoms and drag them down her legs, then grab her, right behind both knees, and hike her legs up so I can slide right up inside her.
“Yes,” she says. “It’s excessive, Detective. Punish me. Right now!”
I thrust inside her and she squeals again. Her hands are all over my hair, her fingertips grabbing onto it, harder and harder as I slap her ass against the wall each time I enter her.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Don’t stop. Ever. Just—”
I kiss her. Hard. Punishing her that way too. I nip her lip as I fuck her against the wall. “I want to see all those toys, Miss Cookie. And I want you to show me how to use them.”
“Even,” she pants, “even the Eiffel Tower dildo?”
“Especially the Eiffel Tower dildo,” I say. I’m fucking her so hard now, her ass is making thumping noises each time she hits the wall.
“Hey!” Oliver calls from the hallway. “What the fuck?”
Cindy and I cup a hand over each other’s mouths, stifling the laughs. “Shhh,” she says from the other side of my palm.
“Get the fuck out here!” Oliver yells. “We’re leaving in five minutes!”
I take my hand away and Cindy calls out, “Be right there, Ollie! I just gotta grab my curling iron. Go find Pax. I think he’s down at the beach already.”
“Fuck you. Ya liars. I know he’s in there!” Oliver pounds on the door again. “Get your ass out here, Mysterious! Or I’m gonna—”
But then we hear Katja. “Oliver! Stop it! Leave them alone!”
We laugh as Oliver is dragged away, still threatening me.
“Hurry,” Cindy whispers. “I’m not letting you go until we come. So hurry.”
Oliver is gonna kill me. But hell, Oliver always wants to kill me when we’re all together these days. So fuck it. I pick Cindy up, walk her over to the bed, throw her down, and say, “Turn over, Miss Cookie. I’m gonna punish you now.”
I spank her ass red and she squeals with delight for every single slap.
And then I grab her hips, push my rock-hard dick inside her again, and fuck her hard until we both come and collapse into the bed covers.
I love this girl. We’re getting married in two days and she’s gonna be mine forever.
So fuck Oliver. He’s just gonna have to get used to it.