At first, I was certain that it had all been a dream. I woke up feeling snug, secure, and completely warm. I was no longer dangling over a cliff, confronting my own mortality as my fingers started slipping. For a moment, it was all blank how I’d managed to get up from the mudslide area to a warm and cozy bed.

Then it came back to me, and I remembered how tender Spencer had been with me as he took care of me. He hadn’t pushed me, and I wanted to make it up to him. I was moved by how sweet he’d been, and I had absolutely no fear even knowing I was lying naked in his arms, and his erection was pressing insistently into my stomach, though he was asleep.

Moving carefully, not wanting to wake him just yet, I scooted upward so I could hold onto his shoulders as I started raining kisses gently over his face. He woke sometime between me kissing his nose and his mouth, and his lips captured mine in a deep and far more forceful kiss than the light, almost teasing, ones I’d been doling out.

I moaned as I sank against him, enjoying his touch, and my gratitude keeping me docile. I had agreed to submit to him for the weekend if he caught me, and I was living up to my part of it.

He flipped me over onto my back, continuing to kiss me while his fingers moved between my legs. He was clearly testing my wetness, which was there, but wasn’t where it could be. I expected him to stroke me, but instead, he pulled away with a frown and looked frustrated. I stared at him, making no attempt to hide my confusion. “Something wrong?”

He shook his head and reached for me again, this time dragging me across his lap and into his arms. He wasn’t exactly rough, but I wouldn’t call it tender either. His mouth slammed on mine, and he seemed to want to consume me. I did my best to mimic the motions, but was mostly staying still and submissive.

With a growl, he suddenly lifted his head. He seemed angry. “Don’t do that.”

I frowned up at him. “Do what?” I didn’t think I’d been resisting in any way.

Spencer gritted his teeth. “Don’t hold back, and don’t force yourself to be like a block of wood.”

My frown deepened. “You caught and claimed me. I’m trying to be submissive for you.”

He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling the dark-brown locks. “I don’t want you to just be submissive. I want to earn your submission. I want to control you, dominate you, and own you. I want to have earned that right, rather than have you surrender it because you feel like you owe me something.”

I opened my lips to protest, but hesitated. There was definitely an element of truth to his words. I was grateful that he’d taken care of me and allowed me a chance to rest—after saving my life—before pushing me to capitulate to sex. Was there something in my demeanor that had me acting more like a victim than a participant? Perhaps so. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to resist if you want to, or surrender, but I want it to come from what you want, not what you think I want.”

My eyes widened as I considered the implications. I blushed as images filled my mind. I was really trying to decide what I wanted from him. Tender kisses increased my heart rate, but it was the image of trying to fight him off, of making him really work for it, that made my panties a sodden mess and really revved up my heart rate.

He wasn’t expecting it when I pushed against his shoulders, sending him tumbling off the bed. I bounced to my feet with far more energy than I would’ve expected after the events of the last few hours, but couldn’t deny this was invigorating.

With a giggle, I ran across the room, unsurprised when he slammed into the door and blocked it before I could escape. I was relieved, to be honest. The last thing I wanted to do was go out into the rain I could still hear pounding against the roof and have him chase me again. We were clean and cozy here, and I preferred to spend the rest of our time in the cottage.

I turned and fled, moving away from the sole entrance to another part of the small cottage. The hallway led me to the kitchen, and he caught up with me right before I reached the table. Spencer’s hand clamped around my wrist like a handcuff, and he slammed me against the table, though his other hand was there to protect my face from the impact of the wood. It sent a jolt through me, but wasn’t painful. It was simply stimulating.

I wiggled my hips, both in an attempt to slither away from him, and also because I needed some kind of stimulation against my throbbing clit. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, and it was embarrassing to realize that rough sex was what was really doing it for me.

I tried to shove aside that reaction, knowing I’d have a chance to chastise myself for this insanity later.

I was still trying to escape, but he pressed me against the table. He must’ve used his foot or leg, because suddenly a chair was underneath my knees, supporting me, but turned sideways so it didn’t block access to my core.

When he let go of my wrists, I clung to the edge of the table on the other side, still trying to scramble away, though I really wanted to be caught. His hands moved under my body, cupping my breasts to hold me in place as he handled them roughly. He pinched my nipples with enough force to hurt, but it just made me moan in pleasure and arch back against him.

“Too fast.” It was clearly an admonishment for himself that sounded like he was forcing out the words through gritted teeth, and it was painful. The pain was probably coming from holding back, because I could feel how hard and throbbing he was against my slick heat.

I wriggled against him again, enticing him to take me under the guise of trying to slip away. With a groan, his hands grasped my hips to adjust my position. Less than a second later, the head of his cock slipped inside my wet folds, and he plunged all the way inside me.

I think we both forgot for a moment I was a virgin, and he stiffened at the same time I did. There was a tiny flash of pain, but as he started to pull away, it was gone as quickly as that. I was too turned on for it to be any other way. I was afraid he was going to do something noble, like stop fucking me to give me a chance to recover. I didn’t want that to happen, so I arched my back and thrust my hips hard against him, making sure he slipped deeper inside me.

With a groan that sounded like his own surrender, his fingers tightened around my hips, and I was sure to have bruises in the morning as he started to roughly pound me. The angle was perfect, stimulating my g-spot each time he surged inside me, and also providing enough sweet friction against my clit when he pulled out that I was close to coming in no time.

I had expected my first time to be awkward and painful, and certainly without an orgasm—especially when I realized I’d be losing it on “The Island”—but it was nothing like that. It felt natural, fun, and amazing as he took me as hard as he could while I was straining backward to meet him with as much force as possible.

I started to come, screaming out my pleasure, and there was no need to stifle the sounds. My channel clamped around him as I came, and his dick hardened, but he still didn’t give in to his orgasm. He just kept thrusting hard against me, obviously trying to force another orgasm before he came.

Like a greedy girl, I wanted one and pushed back against him as I rotated my hips. It seemed to be just what I needed to bring about another orgasm, though this one wasn’t nearly as earth-shattering as the first one. It was calm and quiet, almost sedate, but his was the antithesis of that.

With a low growling sound that turned into an almost animalistic howl, he clenched his hands around my hips and held me still as his cock twitched inside me before spurts of his release filled me. Each hot splash of cum against my insides prolonged my own pleasure, and each time I clenched around him, it seemed to draw another wave of cum from him. We must have come for at least two or three minutes before we collapsed against the table in a shuddering heap. His weight was heavy on me, but not enough to be painful.

Unfortunately, without the pleasure consuming me, it was quickly obvious how uncomfortable the hard table was, especially pressed against my tender breasts. They felt overly sensitive, probably from both arousal and his rough handling of them.

I shifted restlessly, and he seemed to realize what I was telling him without words. He stood up immediately, his cock sliding from my body as he turned me in his arms and carried me back to the bed.

He slipped in beside me, holding me tenderly and pressing a sweet kiss to my temple as I waited for the last of the aftershocks to fade.

We cuddled together in silence for a while, and I struggled to process everything that had happened. My first time had been nothing like I’d expected, but Spencer had made it amazing. I was already ready for more, though I imagined he would need at least a short time to recover.

Experimentally, I reached between our bodies to check, finding his cock semi-flaccid. “I was hoping you’d be hard again.”

He laughed. “I’m thirty-five, not fifteen. You have to give me a little bit.”

He probably meant time, but I turned on my side, starting to stroke him with my palm. “A little bit of what?”

He hesitated, his eyes widening as I squeezed his head. “Your mouth.”

I’d never done that before, but I was curious and eager to try. I wanted to please him as much as he pleased me, and while there was no doubt he’d had an explosive orgasm, I wanted something to show him that tonight was about him too.

With that in mind, I pushed gently on his shoulder, encouraging him to lie on his back. When he did so, I straddled his legs and scooted my way down, so I could grasp the base of his cock. He was still wet with our mingled juices, and I licked my lips and prepared to taste him.

He was tangy with a hint of salt, and another essence that I was certain must be my own. It was strange, but not unpleasant, to take his cock into my mouth after knowing it had just been inside me. I tasted the length of him, slowly exploring him with my tongue from root to tip.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock to bridge the gap my mouth couldn’t cover. Slowly, I swallowed him an inch at a time, until he was at the back of my throat. I massaged him with my tongue, and Spencer tightened beneath me. His whole body clenched for a moment, and the moan he let out signaled his approval.

I started to suck as I moved my head up and down, imitating what I’d seen on porn. It was easy, and we soon found a natural rhythm. He occasionally liked to buck his hips, which shoved him even deeper in my throat. After the first couple of times, I was prepared for the next time and breathed through my nose as much as possible. When he bumped the very back of my throat, I swallowed, and he groaned. He was hard, and I was certain he was ready to have me again.

Regretfully, I lifted my head, coming off his cock with a small popping sound. “I really want to taste all of you, to feel your seed slide down my throat, but I want you inside me just as much.”

He grinned. “I want that too.”

He reached for me, and I moved toward him. Spencer’s hands on my waist helped support me as he slowly lowered me on top of his cock. I was still wet from our release earlier and my new round of arousal, and rode him slowly. Our eyes locked, and our hands gripped each other tightly. It was far more intimate than it should have been, considering the circumstances.

We barely knew each other, and we knew next to nothing about each other. Still, there was a connection between us that had been there from the moment our eyes met. This sex—no, it was more like lovemaking, because it was so tender and emotional—simply underscored that connection for both of us. There was deepening and stretching in the link, threatening to build something more than a tenuous connection between us. The idea should scare me, especially since I’d never see him again after tonight, but I couldn’t make myself look away or try to break the bond.

We came together, and it was slow and gentle, yet still satisfying. It was just different from the last time. Afterward, I curled against him again, my cheek on his chest, and let my eyes close. I needed just a little rest before we started again.