SARA
I was certain James had lost it, but he didn’t look drunk.
“Please Sara?” he pleaded.
“James, what makes you think you can break my heart, take off for five years, show up in town, trick me into seeing you, and expect me to go on a cruise with you? Are you delusional? You really think I’m that….”
James didn’t give me a chance to respond to his request; I suddenly found myself being dragged out of the ballroom toward the exit. His hold on my hand was firm yet steady, and I had no choice but to keep up with him.
“James, you’re crazy.”
“Sara, you’re too damn stubborn. That has always been your problem.”
“But I have a contract with Fox Wood ….”
“I’ll double the money,” he said without stopping.
“Stop. Hold on,” I said as I yanked my hand out of his grip and rubbed my wrist with my other hand.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.” He reached out to touch my wrist. “Let me see.”
“I’m not hurt,” I said, pulling my hand away before he could touch me. “It’s just that I can’t just leave with you.” I looked at him, my voice firm as I tried to hold his gaze. I wanted to make sure he remembered I wasn’t one of those women who did whatever they were told. I couldn’t hold his gaze for too long as he stared at me like he could see through me. Who was I kidding? With all that acquired wealth, he was probably used to getting women to do whatever he wanted, and I wasn’t going to be an exception, stepsister or not.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because I don’t trust you, James,” I said before I could think. I did trust him, somewhat, but after that kiss, I didn’t trust that he would not try to kiss me again. I couldn’t risk him kissing me again.
“That sounds sensible.” A frown creased his brow; he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “You know what? Call a friend and let them know you’re with me. Here’s all the information you need.”
“It’s not necessary,” I hesitated before taking the card. “I don’t think I’m in any danger with you.”
“But if it’ll make you feel safer, please let someone else know you’re with me.” As he handed the card to me, his fingers brushed against my skin, sending warmth all over my body. Being in his presence could only mean trouble, and leaving the manor with him was certainly asking for more trouble. I took the card and pretended to be reading it. I burst out laughing. “James Brickstone? For real? How did that happen?”
“My mom married Mr. Brickstone and he adopted me after they got married.”
“Hence your name and fortunes.”
“Mom was his first marriage and he didn’t have kids of his own.”
“Lucky you,” I murmured. So my asshole of a stepbrother now owned the entire town? Great. There was nowhere to hide.
“Lucky me indeed, but he’s a good man.” His voice had lowered.
“So sorry about how things turned out with our parents.”
“Me too, but our parents were both adults. They chose to get married and merge our families. They also chose to get divorced when they couldn’t handle it. I guess life is full of twists.”
I looked at him, trying to decipher his emotions. He had never been one to hide his true feelings well. “You truly believe that?”
“Yes. Like both of us together again. I can say the best thing about them being married was meeting you,” he said.
“You had a strange way of showing your affection,” I sighed as memories of his rejection floated in my mind. Meeting him had been the best thing in my life until I realized I had fallen in love with him. He hadn’t felt the same way about me, and when I’d stupidly told him how I felt about him, he had laughed in my face, told me to get over myself, and had started dating the most popular girl in school. That was just a few days after we first had sex, a few weeks before our parents broke up and his mom moved out with him.
“Sara, I was a kid. What I did was wrong. I should never…”
“I don’t want to talk about it yet,” I cut him off, hoping he’d drop the subject.
He was silent for a few seconds. “Will you go on the cruise with me?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I replied. Being close to him for a few minutes was making me want him. Leaving the party with him was not the best choice.
“Really, if it’s the money, I said I’ll double it,” he said.
“James, if you say that one more time, I’m walking away forever,” I hissed. It was more about my pride than the money. As much as I wanted to tour the inner harbor with this man, I didn’t want him to feel that he owned me because he’d paid for me to keep him company that evening, not after he made me look like a fool five years ago.
“You’re right. Would it make you feel better if you told the hotel staff that you’re going to be gone for a few hours with me? That way if I killed you they’d know where to find you.”
My eyes shot up to his face, and I could see a smile in his eyes. He looked a little more relaxed than in the ballroom.
“That may not be a good idea. Besides, I’m not supposed to leave here with you. And I don’t want rumors spreading,” I said.
“About you or me?” He was laughing.
“Me and you,” I said. I realized this was probably not his first time taking a woman home, not that he was taking me home, and he was probably used to people talking about him. I was just a regular girl, hardly anybody important, so I doubted I would suddenly make the morning news. As far as I knew, no one knew of our past relationship, and if our association ever became news, we’d just let people know about the step-sibling relationship.
“Your reputation will be intact.” He was grinning, and said, as if he’d read my mind, “I promise you won’t make the morning news. I don’t want my stepsister’s reputation trashed.”
“Ex-stepsister,” I reminded him. “Step would mean our parents are still married. They are not. As long as I don’t make some tabloid in the morning, I’m good.”
“Correction noted, Sara. You’re my ex-stepsister. And I’ll make sure you’re not on the news.”
I nodded, blushing. Of course I was too unimportant to make any news. Those front page details about men like James Brickstone made news only if the woman involved was like Vera or a somebody. What was the news going to say about me? Rich, sexy, handsome, and famous James Brickstone left with an unidentified female before the exquisite Fox Wood Manor gala ended?
“One problem. Fox Wood Manor will only pay me if I remain on the premises,” I said. Even though it wasn’t all about the money, I was still searching for a good excuse to get away from him. The longer I stayed in his presence, the more difficult breaking away would be, and I had no intention of my heart breaking again.
“Let’s go. I’ll take care of that.” He turned and walked toward the exit, not looking to see if I was following.
I stood my ground. He had the audacity to treat me like I was his property yet again! I was no longer the girl he had fucked and dumped years ago after I told him how much I cared for him. I stood on the spot for a few more seconds and watched him moving away from me. I did want to spend more time with him outside of the hotel, and as much as I hated to be the weaker one, I didn’t have much of a choice but to run after him.
First off, I needed the money, regardless of how I pretended, and secondly, I wanted to find out what he’d been up to for the past five years. But I needed to let someone else know where I was heading, just in case things turned sour and I needed rescuing.
“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back in just a second,” I yelled at him, causing him to slow down. I walked away before he could respond.
“Five minutes. You’ll find my car outside,” he called.
I hurried to the restroom, which was just down the lobby. Like everything in the manor, the bathroom was elegant, with a marble floor, a wall-to-wall mirror, and a bathroom attendant. I greeted the woman and ran into one of the stalls. Each stall was large enough to hold a small party. As soon as the door closed behind me, I pulled my phone out of my bag, took a picture of the business card James had given me, and sent it as an attachment to my roommate, Elle, along with a text: “Just in case something happens to me, this is who I was last with.” No sooner had I sent the text than my phone rang.
Elle was my roommate and best friend. She was not the best person when it came to making practical decisions, but she was the only one I could tell things like this to. She wouldn’t freak out or judge me wrongly.
“Sara! Oh my goodness. Are you for real?” She had read my text.
“Yes, Elle,” I whispered. “He wants me to go on a cruise on the harbor with him. I don’t know if I should.”
“Are you serious? What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “I just don’t know.”
“Sara, you are thinking too much. Go and have fun. He’s only one of the richest men on the planet.”
“Sure,” I laughed, wishing I could tell her the main reason I didn’t want to go with Mr. Brickstone - he was my stepbrother.
“Let me know how things go.”
“Sure. I’ve got to go. He’s not too patient.”
Elle giggled, “Then I guess you won’t be holding out on him. See you in the morning.”
I walked out of the stall and could feel the bathroom attendant staring at me as I washed my hands. She must have overheard me and probably thought I was some sort of a call girl. She handed me a warm towel to dry my hands, and I could tell she was making every effort to avoid my eyes. If only she knew the man I was talking about was my stepbrother who I would never have sex with again!
A limo was parked right outside the main door, and once I stepped outside, I knew it was James’. I walked to the car, and a nicely dressed chauffeur opened the back door for me. He didn’t say a word, only nodded to me. I wondered how many strange women his boss picked up every day. I slid into the car, and he closed the door after me.
“Sorry about that,” I said to James before noticing he was on the phone. He held up one finger to signal to me that he would be done in a few seconds. A quick glance at his frown told me that whoever he was talking with on the phone had pissed him off. I wondered if it was a woman. His eyes caught mine, and I quickly turned away. I started fiddling with the straps on my bag. This man was making me nervous and excited all at the same time.
He glanced at his watch after he ended the call. “You’re two minutes late.”
“What’s your point?” I asked, doing my best to withhold the amusement bubbling inside of me. James was as impatient as the last time we were together. Maybe even a little more.
“You said you only needed five minutes,” he said.
“Well, you know, I don’t own a cock, so I couldn’t just whip it out, pee, and tuck it back in,” I hissed at him, but it must have been louder than my intention. The driver looked at me with an amused look. His boss had probably never been spoken to in such a manner. But then, whatever women he hung out with didn’t know him as well as I did and couldn’t get away with what I could. I wanted to ask him how he’d fared with women over the past five years, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t in the mood for any jokes. I wondered how the rest of the night would turn out.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asked over the intercom.
“Mariana.”
“Yes, sir,” he said.
I wanted to ask where Mariana was, but I didn’t feel like revealing my ignorance just in case it was a popular restaurant that everyone knew. It was bad enough that I was being paid to be in his company. It was also really bad that we had a sexual history together. I didn’t want him to look down on me any further.
“So tell me more of what you’ve been doing with yourself, Sara,” his rich baritone voice cut across my thoughts. “Since I last saw you.”
“Not much. Currently in grad school.” I stopped, not sure what else to tell him.
“I figured as much. You were always the book worm,” he smiled.
“And you the playboy,” I said.
“Sara, I know I owe you a big apology. Not even sure if an apology will cut it,” he said, reaching out to stroke my hand. I recoiled and pulled my hand away involuntarily. “I’m sorry,” he said and changed the subject as an uncomfortable silence settled. “So, what else do you do when you’re not studying?”
“Nothing much,” I answered, not wanting to bore him with my mediocre life, especially since he was only asking me to be polite. I doubted he cared about my real life. He hadn’t when he’d fucked me and left me.
“No men?” he teased.
“No time,” I said flatly. What I really wanted to say was that there had never been another man after he broke my heart.
“No?” He had a hint of amusement in his tone. “So all you do is work and go to school?”
I looked at him to see if he was making fun of me, but his face was straight. He had termed what I was doing work instead of looking down on me as most people would have. The James I knew as a teen would not have put things so subtly. This James was a lot more mature.
“You don’t have to answer. It’s really none of my business,” he said, pulling out his phone to look at an incoming text. I looked at him and suddenly started laughing. “What?” he asked.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For?”
“For calling my hostess job real work.” He looked at me with raised eyebrows. “I mean, I’m obviously being paid to be your date. Most people don’t consider it work. So thank you for making light of things.”
“Sara, I know there has to be an obvious reason why you do this for a living, and I don’t want to judge. Besides, in my line of business, work is when someone provides goods or services and gets paid for it.”
I swallowed hard and nodded. Services? What other services was I expected to provide? I had to clarify the terms of our arrangement. A little too late, as I should have done that before I got into his car, but late was better than never. I looked out the window as the chauffeur expertly navigated the car toward the harbor. I was trying to find the best way to talk to him without pissing him off or losing the money I was expecting for the night. Yes, the money was still important to me.
“James, let’s put aside our past for a second. Okay? The people at Fox Wood Manor told me to keep you company within the manor. Now that we are outside of it, what services are you expecting?” My voice trailed off.
He looked at me, reached out, and brushed a loose strand of hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear. “What are you afraid of? You have my card, and I’m sure someone knows where you are. You came of your own will, right? Remember, it’s me, James, your stepbrother.”
“Ex-stepbrother,” I corrected, laughing.
He laughed and then grew serious. “Sara, I don’t expect anything from you. Even though it may not look like it right now, I’m still the same James you grew up with.”
I nodded. He was right, he was the James I grew up with. The James I lost my virginity to. The James I should stay away from. I nodded again, unable to talk. Did I really come here of my own will or did he somehow make me get into his limo? At least we were clear on one thing. I was doing this because I wanted to. Not because he expected me to, and not because he had paid for my company. I would not accept any payment from him except the money the manor owed me. That way, I could hold on to the little dignity I had left.
“Relax,” he said, touching my chin again. “I don’t bite.”
I didn’t withdraw from him this time. His touch triggered a tingling all over my body. And even when he took his hands away from my chin, I could still feel warmth spreading through the rest of my body. I shifted uncomfortably as I realized my nipples were hard and straining against the fabric of my dress. I hadn’t realized that I was turned on by that simply touch, and I hoped he didn’t notice either.
“I’m not scared. I just wanted to make sure I know what to expect.”
“Expect nothing,” he said, his voice stern as if he was speaking to a naughty child.
“Oh, okay,” I replied. Had I overstepped my boundaries?
“So what about your dad? How is he?” He settled back and sank into the comfortable leather seat.
“He’s doing okay. Stayed back in New Jersey when I moved out here.”
“You like DC better?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t tell him that New Jersey held so many painful memories. Our parents’ divorce had put my dad on a straight collision with alcoholism. He couldn’t handle two divorces within the space of five years. I had moved to California right after high school but had returned to DC just to be closer to him.
“That’s good. I just moved to DC a few weeks ago. Trying to open a new factory here.”
I swallowed. That wasn’t good news, not for me. I wouldn’t survive with him so close to me, but I had to keep up appearances. “Oh, nice.”
“I’m excited about it. DC is a huge market waiting to be explored,” he said as he opened a little fridge I hadn’t noticed and pulled out a bottle of champagne.
“I can imagine,” I said. “I don’t get around much, though.”
“I see,” he said. “You’re busy.”
I looked at him, trying to decide if he was judging me or just making conversation, but I couldn’t tell. I used to be able to read his mind years ago.
“Grad school’s sort of time consuming,” I said, fidgeting. “How’s your mom?”
“You know Mom. She’s doing well. After we moved out, she married my current stepdad. He’s okay. I think she was better off with your dad, but it’s her choice who she fucks.”
I grinned. Those words came from the James I knew as a boy. “No, you can’t control who your parents fuck. I wish my dad would fuck someone, anyone, right about now. He still misses your mom so badly.”
James nodded. “I can imagine. I know he loved her. Love can mess you up.” I was silent. I knew too well how love could mess you up. “So, enough of the depressing talk. What about work? How long have you been in this line of work?”
“You mean a party hostess?”
He pulled out two glasses from a nearby cabinet. “That’s what they call them these days?”
“Excuse me?” I raised my voice a notch. What was he insinuating?
“Don’t mean to offend you, Sara. I was just wondering what the legal term was for your sort of work,” he said. “Please continue.”
I didn’t respond. Who the heck did he think he was? No apologies for anything! “I don’t really feel like talking about it,” I said, scowling.
“It must be tough work,” he said, but I was quiet. “I’m sorry, Sara. I was out of line.”
I glanced quickly at him to see a hint of smile curving his lips. What did he think? That I would keep talking about my life after all his insults? I was no longer in the mood for a conversation.
“Sara, seriously. I wasn’t implying anything. You and I know the line of work you do, and I was just trying to have a conversation with you about it, but we can have it your way,” he said. He popped the cork and poured the bubbling liquid into the glasses. “Care for some?”
Though I was mad at him, I couldn’t resist the cold liquid, which was probably going to help me maintain my sanity. I didn’t want to lose control with James and lash out at him. I didn’t want to give him that power over me. I took the glass from him. “Thank you.”
“Let’s make a toast. To new beginnings,” he said.
“Cheers,” I said as our glasses clinked. His fingers brushed against mine, sending more tingles all over my body. I felt a familiar longing between my legs. I pulled my glass back quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed my discomfort.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” I lied as I took a sip of the drink. “To new beginnings.”
The wine tasted good. I didn’t know much about quality drinks, but I could tell this was expensive. The bottle looked expensive, the champagne tasted expensive.
After a few more miles, the car started to slow down and I looked outside. We were approaching a gated part of the harbor. Of course he owned his own port. How typical. The driver pulled up to a guarded security checkpoint and the gates swung open for him. I looked around but didn’t see any restaurants.
Curiosity was getting the better of me and I had to ask, “So what type of restaurant is Mariana?”
He looked at me with a smile. “You’re hungry?”
“Well, you didn’t exactly give me a chance to eat at the party,” I replied before he could finish his sentence. I was starting to get hungry and the champagne on an empty stomach had loosened my tongue.
“You’ll be fed soon,” he said. I noticed that he didn’t answer my question about Mariana, and I let it go. I looked outside as the car slowed down again to pull into a parking space that bore the name “James Brickstone.” The guy had his own parking spot as well. What didn’t he have?
Once the car stopped, the driver quickly opened the door for James and held it while he finished his glass of champagne. I had been nursing mine, but as James took the last sip of his, I gulped the rest of it, nearly choking. The driver opened my door.
“Thank you,” I said as I exited the car carefully, aware that I was getting tipsy and trying to make sure I didn’t trip in the unfamiliar high heels I was wearing.
James noticed my uneasiness; he offered me his arm. I held on to him, leaning slightly on him, allowing him to guide me as I steadied my gait. Being that close to him, I became even more unsteady from excitement. I almost tripped, but his hands held me up.
“I see you don’t drink much alcohol.”
“I do, but I think I’ve maxed my alcohol consumption for the day,” I said, smiling.
“Well then, let’s get you fed, sis.”
I looked at him, the word “sis” throwing me off guard. A few minutes earlier, we were talking as if we were strangers, and now, he was calling me “sis,” just like he used to in the past, and with a straight face too.
I looked around for the Mariana restaurant, but all I saw were yachts anchored by the waterside. Then I saw it. The biggest of them all had Mariana etched on it. Mariana was a boat. I chuckled.
“What’s funny?” James asked.
“Promise not to laugh.”
“I don’t make promises,” James said.
“Well, in that case, I can’t tell you.”
“Fair enough,” he said.
“Fine, I’ll tell you anyways. I thought the Mariana was a restaurant,” I said. “And you didn’t correct me.”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said.
We approached the Mariana. I stood in awe as I realized I was about to enter the yacht of one of the most powerful men in all of DC. I was beginning to feel a little inferior; I wasn’t used to all the glamour, but I didn’t say a word. I decided to act cool, as if I did this every day.
“After you, and please watch your steps,” he said as he led me toward the front of the yacht, his hands loosely on my waist. I climbed onto the boat with his hand still across my back, protectively.
Two men, who I assumed were his staff, were on the lower deck. They greeted us and disappeared quickly after James told them our destination.
The boat was like a mini five-star model hotel. I had once seen some yachts when I had gone to a boat show a couple of years earlier, but his was way bigger than those. It must have been custom-built to his specifications and most likely professionally furnished.
“This is nice,” I said to James.
“Your first time on a boat?”
“What do you think?”
“I didn’t want to make any assumptions,” he laughed.
“Fair enough,” I laughed as well. “Unless you want to count a boat show I went to last year, I’ve never been on a private boat.”
He laughed, a throaty boyish laugh. “Glad we fixed that. Come, I’ll show you around.”
He began a tour, talking and showing me the inside. We got to the living room, which was lavishly decorated with a wide flat screen television and several leather couches and chairs. The floors were made of marble and hardwood. There were some fresh flowers on display on one of the counters, making the room romantic. He walked to a bar in the corner of the room and started to pour a drink.
“Want some?” he asked as he pulled out two glasses from the bar and grabbed a bottle of a drink I didn’t recognize.
“No, enough alcohol for me. Maybe later.” He nodded as he filled his glass halfway and took a sip. “Very comfortable,” I commented, pointing to a long, wide lounge chair. It seemed wide enough to fit two people perfectly. For a brief moment, I wondered if he had ever had sex on it.
“Yes, it is. It does serve its purpose,” he said with a glint of amusement in his eyes.
I realized what he thought I was referring to, and I felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. “I didn’t mean anything,” I said, hoping he didn’t think I wanted to try out the lounge chair. He was amused, so I knew the answer to my question. He must have had sex there at least once. I blushed at what was going on in my mind. Why was I thinking of sex with him? I knew that would be the wrong thing to do. We hadn’t even talked about our past and having sex with him now wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing. But the truth was that his presence and attitude was beginning to turn me on, and I knew it would be hard to say no if he made a move. But if I did have sex with him, he would assume I had sex with every man in DC.
“Of course you didn’t mean it like that. I was just teasing you,” he smiled. “So, do you want to see the rest of the boat?” he asked just as a horn blasted and the boat began to move.
“Yes, please,” I smiled.
“My pleasure,” he said, leading the way.
“This is great,” I told him as we walked into another living room, but he was already walking toward the bedrooms.
“Guest room,” he said as he opened a door to a room that was decently sized.
“Nice. I didn’t know boats had this much space. You could live here all year round.” I peeked into the room and could see the water through a porthole.
“I would love to live here permanently,” he said as he stepped outside for me to walk into the room. “But there’s still life out there.”
“Very true,” I said.
We moved toward the main bedroom of the yacht after he showed me a second room that was similar to the first.
“That’s the master bedroom.” He pointed toward a door that was closed but made no move to go toward the door.
“Can I see it?” I asked without thinking. I had a lot to tell Elle. I had almost asked him if I could take pictures of the boat, but I thought that so weird. Elle would have to rely on what I could tell her from memory.
“Sure,” he said, gesturing toward the door with his hand.
I walked toward the door, leaving him in the small hallway. I felt like I was invading his privacy, but it wasn’t often I got a chance to get a private tour of a yacht belonging to a man like James, and with no strings attached.
When I opened the door, I felt like I had walked into the penthouse of one of those exclusive big hotels. The room was massive, and the poster bed was definitely more than a king-size. What in the world was one person doing with a mega-king bed? There was a bathroom and a bar attached to the room. The room had several windows that would let in sunlight during the day.
“What do you think, sis?” James was behind me without warning, and I jumped, startled. He didn’t apologize. I felt his breath on my neck as he waited for my response.
I regained my composure and turned around slowly to face him, afraid of what might happen once I did. Thoughts of the kiss we’d shared earlier flooded my mind. Thoughts of the way our bodies had merged seamlessly five years ago flooded my mind. I cursed inwardly as I realized I still loved James as much as I had back then.
Once I faced him, he pulled me into his arms and placed his lips on mine with an urgency I hadn’t seen coming. But I was not going to fight it. His mouth was demanding and probing, as if he’d been starved of a kiss for too long. My lips took on a life of their own and curled around his, kissing him back. He pulled me even closer to him, placing his hands on the curve of my hips once he sensed that I was not hesitant, aligning our bodies perfectly. My arms encircled his neck, and I kissed him fiercely. His tongue slipped into my mouth, devouring and probing. I felt the familiar wave of warmth spreading all over my body. He was turning me on too quickly.
“James,” I murmured, trying to regain my composure but not stopping the kiss. He pressed a little more into me and I felt a bulge pushing against my hips, causing me to swallow hard.
“You’re okay?” he asked.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I pushed as much as I could into him. My hands sought his buttons, and I started unbuttoning them, one after the other, eager to feel his naked torso on my skin. He understood my urgency; he had already started unzipping my dress, but he paused to pull off his jacket once the last button was undone and threw it on the floor. Soon his tie and shirt were in a pile.
I moaned at the sight of his well-chiseled body. He had always been toned, but his boy-muscles had matured nicely into man-muscles and I liked what I was touching. Not only did this man own half the city I lived in, he had the body to go with the money. I traced his chest, suddenly nervous about taking my own clothes off. I wasn’t a supermodel, and like every woman, I had some things I didn’t like about my body. Being in the presence of this man made it more daunting to reveal my nakedness. But all that concern was soon gone because he didn’t give me much of a chance to worry too much about my body.
I felt his hands on the zipper of my dress, and he pulled the dress slowly down until he reached my waist. My dress dropped from my shoulders to reveal my underwear. I cringed. If I had known I was going to end up here, with James, I would have been more selective, but it was too late and my old lacy pink bra and panties had to do. He pulled the rest of my dress down, and I stepped out of it.
“Still beautiful,” he said as he looked at my body while leading me to the bed.
I blushed, unable to respond. His lips claimed mine again, and as we landed on the mattress, he pinned me gently down. I tried to cross my hands over my old underwear, but he pried them apart.
“I want to look at you,” he said, kissing me again. “I’ve missed you.”
His words took me by surprise, but I had no time to decipher his meaning. His hands were unhooking my bra; in seconds my breasts were bare to him.
“Wow,” he murmured as he kneaded my mounds with his hands, massaging them until I moaned. His mouth found my nipples and took each taut nipple slowly into his mouth, tugging, sucking, and licking them.
I reached beneath him to feel his cock. His erection was full and hard. I slipped my hands through the zipper of his pants, my hands coming into contact first with his boxers. I yanked at the pants, eager to get them off him so I could feel his warm skin. I finally unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He continued playing with my breasts and arousing me in ways I had forgotten were possible. His pants and boxers were soon tossed with our other clothing, and I touched his full cock.
“Gosh,” I swooned, taking in a couple of quick breaths. I didn’t know money could buy a big dick.
His lips curled and tugged at my nipples for a while longer while I fondled his cock, massaging it and causing it to grow longer and thicker. I wanted so badly to take him into my mouth, but he seemed to have other ideas; when I started to descend toward his cock, he pinned me down.
“Not yet,” he said. I stopped and held on to his cock, wondering what he was going to do. “Have you ever been blindfolded?”
I had never been blindfolded, had never been into that type of stuff, but I didn’t want him to have any reason not to give me his huge cock. Besides, this was James; I knew I’d be safe.
“No, but I would love to try it,” I said. “Might as well go outside my comfort zone.”
“Good decision,” he said, his eyes filled with arousal. “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so.”
“Oh…okay,” I answered warily, closing my eyes. How bad could it really get? I was on a boat in the middle of nowhere with a man I hadn’t seen for years, so being blindfolded was no big deal. As long as I could opt out when I wanted. “So what if I don’t like it?”
“You will,” he said simply as he rose from the bed. “And if you don’t just tell me.”
I nodded. My eyes were closed, so I didn’t see much of what was going on, but I heard a drawer open and close. He hovered over me, tying what I imagined was a silk scarf over my eyes. “That wasn’t too bad,” I commented once he had finished tying the knot.
“We’re not done,” he promised as he moved away from me again. I heard the sound of metal clanging.
“What’s that?” I asked, my hand going straight to my blindfold in an attempt to pull it down.
“Relax, and don’t take off your blindfold. It’s just a pair of handcuffs.”
“Huh?”
“They won’t bite. I promise you. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just tell me to stop,” he said.
I couldn’t see his face, but I believed him. One part of me was still scared of the unknown and what troubles I could get into by becoming involved with James again; another part of me wanted to see what it felt like to be handcuffed. I had read so many books about women being handcuffed but had never had any man suggest it to me.
“Okay, if you promise,” I said as excitement got the better of me.
He placed my arms over my head and stretched them in a V as he attached one end of a handcuff to each hand and the other end to the bedpost. Now I knew what the posts were for, and for a quick second, I wondered how many women he had handcuffed here, but it wasn’t my place to ask and I honestly didn’t want to know.
“Are you going to spank me too?” I asked. Didn’t handcuffs and blindfolds go with spanking? I was excited at the thought of what was going to happen, but I also wanted to set the boundaries first.
“If you want.” He was leaving butterfly kisses along my navel as he traveled down between my legs. I was beginning to shiver.
“I’ll think about it.” My voice was hoarse. He didn’t reply, but I felt his fingers on my pussy. I shuddered and tried to move my hands to rub his head, but I was handcuffed. I shuddered again, arching my hips toward him, pushing my moistness into his face. I felt his tongue lick my clit, and he parted my lips again as his tongue explored more of me. He darted his tongue in and out, causing me to moan and shiver. I thrashed my legs around, and that seemed to distract him; he stopped for a second and moved away. A moment later, my ankles were being shackled to the bed as well. I didn’t protest or whimper, and I was really interested in how he was going to bring me pleasure. His mouth descended on me again, slowly.
He tugged gently at my clit with his lips and started to suck it. I writhed in pleasure, careful not to move too much lest the cuffs cut too deep into my skin. As I was getting used to the pleasure coursing through my body from the touch of his mouth on my warmth, I felt a finger slide into my pussy. Then a second one, and soon, he had three fingers inside of me, pushing and pulling as he continued to lick me. I was moaning in a voice I was sure could be heard for miles, but I didn’t care. James was eliciting sensations I had never felt. I knew I would likely never feel the same sensations again once the night ended.
Suddenly, he moved his mouth away from my pussy and removed the cuffs on my ankles. He massaged the mark the cuffs had left. He then moved my feet closer to my hips, and parted them like a V. He placed a pillow underneath my hips, opening me up even more. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew he had set me up as wide as anyone could get. I wished I could reach out to touch him and to guide him into me, one inch at a time, but that would mean asking for the handcuffs to be removed, and I wasn’t ready to end my impromptu fantasy of the helpless girl being taken by the big bad man.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded as I braced myself for his entry, my whole body shivering with anticipation. I felt him edge up to my pussy and rub his cock over me a couple of times, his pre-cum mixing with my wetness. I arched my hips toward him in protest, hoping to entice him and force him to penetrate me, but my urgency was lost on him. He continued rubbing his cock back and forth over my slit, the tip of his hardening cock making me shiver uncontrollably.
“Please,” I managed to say.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please take me,” I said in a whisper, unable to believe that I was begging a man to fuck me. I knew it should be the other way round, but I had lost all my manners. And if I had entertained any thoughts of ever having sex with James today, I would have thought I’d be the one doing all the work. After all, I was the hired help.
“You’re not ready,” he said.
What did he mean I was not ready? I was shivering like it was freezing, my pussy juices wetting his Egyptian cotton sheets, and begging like he was the last man on earth, and he was telling me I wasn't ready? I knew he was ready from his hardness. Did he not want me as badly as I wanted him? Was he going to dump me again like he did in the past?
“James, I don’t….” I started to speak but stopped because he had he rubbed his cock on my clit again, this time a little harder and had followed up by penetrating me with just an inch or two of cock. Our discussion about the past could wait. I arched my hips towards him, hoping to swallow more of his cock inside my pussy, but he pulled out. He did it again and again, each time causing me to swear at him. I was hot, wet, and horny, and he was not going to take me. I had to take action.
“Release me,” I said, thinking he’d say no and I’d be chained to the post until I orgasmed out of pent up desire.
He released the handcuffs, one at a time, and rubbed my hands. “Please keep the blindfold on,” he said. “If you don’t mind.”
I nodded as I reached for him. My hands touched his chest, and I pushed him gently down until he was flat on the bed. I started kissing him lightly on the lips and then his chest and over his navel. I had never given a blow job with a blindfold on, but there was always room for a first. I scooted down until my lips were in contact with his cock. It was still rock hard. I placed my mouth over him and began taking him in slowly and gradually. I felt him tense as I took his penis deeper into my mouth, closer to my throat. He moaned loudly, without inhibitions. I held the base of his cock and squeezed, causing the blood to pump up toward the head of his cock. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and curled my lips around the tip and licked him. He continued to moan. I wished I could see his expression, but I still wore the blindfold, so I had to imagine what his face must look like.
I started bobbing my head on his cock, going down as low as I could so that I pulled him into my throat and pulling all the way off until only the tip of his dick was left in my mouth. He was arching his hips toward me, a sign that I knew meant he was ready for me, but it was payback time. I would make him wait and beg. I wanted him to want me even more before I gave in. I was going to punish him, just like he had done to me.
“Can I take my blindfold off?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered.
I took the silk fabric off and laid it on the bed. It took me a moment to adjust to the light in the room. “Have you ever been blindfolded?” I asked James.
“I normally do the blindfolding,” James said.
“Well, today is your lucky day, bro,” I said.
I put the blindfold over his eyes and kissed him on the lips. He seemed surprised that my lips were that close, and he kissed me back feverishly. I broke our kiss and traced my hands down his chest and to his groin area. I took his cock back into my mouth, and this time, I didn’t plan to let go until he begged for mercy. I started jerking his cock while sucking it, occasionally massaging his balls while holding the base of his dick.
“Aaahh. Yesss…Please,” he said.
I continued licking and sucking until I felt him start to get tense. I knew that if I continued, he would come, but I wanted nothing more than for him to come in me. I pulled my mouth off his cock and moved up to straddle his cock. I hovered over the tip of his cock for a few seconds, teasing him by beginning to engulf him into my wetness and then sliding all the way off.
“Now,” he hissed.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Fuck me right now,” he said as he grabbed me by the waist as I was about to pull off of him again. He pushed me down all the way on him.
I felt his cock slide into me, pushing in tightly as my inner pussy muscles relaxed to let him in all the way. Once I had all of him inside of me, I squeezed my pussy walls for a few seconds, massaging his cock in the process and making him cry out. I started to bounce up and down on him, pulling up until his cock was almost out of my wetness and pushing down until I felt him hit my core. His hands supported my waist, helping me go up and down.
I sighed as my pleasure heightened. His cock was splitting me in ways that I loved. After several thrusts, he reached out, pulled off his blindfold, and tossed it to the side, blinking to allow his eyes to adjust to the lighting.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as he fondled my breasts, squeezing them and pulling at my nipples with his fingers.
I leaned in toward him until my breasts touched his chest. His mouth sought mine, kissing me intensely. I began to feel the familiar wave of an orgasm spreading through my body, and I slowed my movements. He pulled up, my pussy still engulfing him, and flipped me to my back so that he was on top. I spread my legs wide and raised them as high as possible. He repositioned himself, placed his cock right on my pussy lips, and thrust into me, deeper than I had been able to take him in.
I let out an involuntary yelp. That seemed to encourage him as he thrust in and out faster and deeper, taking my breath away with each subsequent hump.
I massaged his balls with one hand while my other hand found my clit. I began rubbing it feverishly. He kept pumping me, penetrating me in quick and slick movements. My pussy started to quiver uncontrollably.
“I’m coming,” I moaned as I struggled to maintain my hold on his balls.
“Not yet,” he said and stopped moving inside of me.
“Please don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop,” I begged.
He helped me get up and placed me on my knees, doggie-style. I spread my legs apart and bent over, allowing him full view and access to my slickness. I could see his balls from my position. He rubbed a finger over my slit and parted my pussy lips. He placed his cock on the slit of my pussy, and since I was moist enough from all our mixed juices, he slid right in. He pulled back to hold tightly to my breasts and started thrusting in me, hard and raw. I felt his hands rub my buttocks, and then I heard a thud. It was a spank. He was gentle and it didn’t hurt, but it was still a spank.
“Yes, more please,” I screamed, arching my hips toward him.
He didn’t fail me; his palm slapped against my fleshy buttocks a couple more times. I held on tight to the bed sheet as all sorts of words and sounds escaped my mouth. He pumped a few more times, and my body started to quiver again. There was no turning back. I arched my hips toward him as my pussy walls contracted, squeezing him. Soon he was heaving as he drove into me one more time before exploding—our juices mixed together as we both shuddered. I collapsed on the bed and he lay over me. For the first time, I noticed the softness of the bed and bed sheets. We lay there, breathless as we listened to the sounds of the ocean against the boat.
“That was awesome,” James said when he recovered his breath. I didn’t know what to say to that. He looked at me and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am. It was amazing,” I replied. The problem was that even though the sex was amazing, I was feeling a little off. I wasn’t a prostitute in any way, but I had just had sex with a man who had paid me for my company. Granted, he hadn’t paid me directly, and having sex was not part of the deal—it had all been voluntary on my part—but that didn’t make me feel any better. And then to make things even worse, he was my ex-stepbrother who I had unresolved issued with.
“What is the problem?” he asked, reaching out to massage my breasts.
I was silent for some time. “I hope you don’t think I usually jump into bed with strangers. This is very unlike me.” He rose up, balancing himself on an elbow. I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not, but I wanted him to believe me.
“I don’t judge people, Sara. And I know you don’t sleep around.” He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me.
I kissed him back, but my mind wandered. What was going to happen after this evening was over? Was he going to call me? Would he want to see me again? What did this whole thing mean? His hand was reaching for my pussy, and I felt him insert a finger inside of me, then another. I reached for his groin and was happy to find him hard again. I was aroused again, and my thoughts of what would happen after tonight were already getting clouded as lust overtook me again.