Leigh’s eyes opened. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. When she did place herself, the thought that jumped out at her puzzled her.

It’s wrong.

What was wrong? And why? She wasn’t sure, but she had a distinct impression that something was. Yes, she had just spent a couple of hours having mind blowing sex (again) with her best friend, and that certainly couldn’t be good for their relationship. But she had decided she would put that aside for the moment. It would be a problem in the future, sure. But the truth was that his feelings for her would be a problem anyway. And if Leigh was being honest with herself, she’d wanted him too, maybe just as much.

So that wasn’t it. Then what was? What could be giving her that ‘this is wrong’ feeling?

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

Before she could look to the side, Jonas rolled her over to him, firmly but gently, and gave her a brief kiss.

“Morning?”

“Sure. Here’s a good motto for life: it’s still morning until you eat breakfast, no matter what time it is.”

She laughed.

“Speaking of, what time is it? Someone took my watch and phone when they undressed me.”

Jonas reached over to the nightstand and picked up a wristwatch that Leigh had never seen before, but that looked appropriately expensive.

“Around 4.”

“Four? In the afternoon?” Leigh kicked aside the sheets, only then noticing Jonas had taken off all her restraints while she slept. “Damn it. Jonas, you have to take me back, I have work to do! I have a presentation to do with Brock on Monday.”

“Leigh, relax. I’ve talked to him, it’s fine. He said he’d cover for you.”

“Cover… Jonas, I don’t want him to cover for me. It’s my work, and I want to do it myself.” She opened and closed every closet and drawer in the room. Aside from Jonas’ clothes spread all over the floor, there was nothing to wear anywhere.

“Your job isn’t going anywhere, you’ll have plenty of work to do sooner or later. But for now, you’re not going anywhere either.”

Leigh sighed.

“Jonas, come on…”

“No. You said you were mine while you were here with me. You either want this or not. I’ve taken every step to make sure you enjoy the ride, but if you’re getting hung up about other stuff you have to do, you might as well quit now.”

She crossed her arms and gave him the stink eye. Then she noticed that he was staring at her breasts, accentuated by her crossed arms under them. She could see his cock stir. In fact, she could see his whole muscled body. The sight was weakening her resolve, so she turned sideways, forcing herself not to look at him.

“You know what else Brock said?” Jonas asked.

“What?”

“Two things.”

Leigh heard him getting off the bed, but didn’t look.

“One,” he continued, “he’s glad I’m finally taking steps to give you the man you’ve always deserved. Namely, me. And two, that he was going to beat the shit out of me if I ever hurt you.”

His arms appeared around her waist, pulling her towards the warmth and hardness of his body. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the feeling. She could feel the moistness return between her legs, her own body quivering with anticipation all over again.

His warm breath caressed her neck as he whispered to her.

“We both love you. In different ways, but we do. We want what’s best for you, and will do anything and everything to make sure you get it.”

“Yeah?” She leaned back into him, trying not to make it too obvious. “And what is best for me?”

“Me.” He spun her around and kissed her hard. She kissed him back, her hunger for him growing by the second.

Then, abruptly, he stepped back. Leigh almost fell against him.

“Now, like I told you before. This trip is all about making your fantasies come true. Those special ones you’ve only told me about. But I know sometimes fantasies are meant to stay unfulfilled, so I’m just going to ask this once more. From this moment on, your answer is final, and I’ll act accordingly. Alright?”

Leigh nodded, more automatically than she would have liked.

“Do you really want to fulfill them, Leigh? All of them? Are you sure?”

Was she? Thoughts of all her fantasies came to her. The more common ones that most everyone has, the ones she only ever told Jonas, the darker ones she never told anyone… The possibility of even some of them coming true, with Jonas no less, made her body tremble with anticipation and lust.

“Yes,” she said, steeling herself. “I want it.”

Jonas smiled, a more lascivious smile than Leigh was used to seeing on him. It looked good to her.

“Good,” he said. “Now, time for breakfast.”

“What?”

“Trust me, you’ll need nourishment. Besides, aren’t you hungry? It’s been a while since you ate anything.”

Leigh hadn’t realized until that moment, but she was famished.

She nodded. “Food is good. Can you give me my clothes so we can go eat?”

Jonas gave her a wicked smile. “You don’t need clothes.”

“Well, we’re in your yacht, right? I’m really not comfortable with your crew seeing me like this.”

“They won’t, don’t worry. They’ve been instructed not to come to this side of the boat unless they’re asked to do so, or after we’ve left.” He opened the door for her and nodded towards the exit. “Now come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

A shiver came over Leigh. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around herself, covering her breasts and little else. Except she wasn’t cold. At all.

Jonas stepped out the door and held out his hand towards her.

“Come,” he said.

She sighed. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, placed her hand on his, and took a step forward.

The cold sea breeze caressed her naked body, stiffening her nipples. She caught Jonas glancing at them, and almost laughed. He didn’t say anything.

A large dining table took up the center of the boat deck, the afternoon sunlight shining of the cutlery. It was covered with food, most of it breakfast-appropriate. Coffee, bread both toasted and not, jam, butter, peanut butter, scrambled eggs, waffles and a whole lot more.

“Wow. You went all out. There’s enough food there to feed a regiment.”

“I like to provide, you know that.” Jonas pulled out a chair at the end of the long table and called Leigh over. She obeyed, and sat down. “Eat as much as you want. You need all the energy you can get.”

Jonas walked across the length of the table, sitting at the other end. Despite everything, she still made an effort to be polite, and didn’t start eating until Jonas took the first bite off a piece of toast. Then she ate. A lot.

Maybe she should’ve paced herself, but in truth, she was hungry, and wanted to indulge. Besides, that’s what the fake kidnapping was all about, right? Indulging her desires? Well, right now she desired food, all else be damned.

It didn’t take much longer for her to regret it.

“God, I’m so full,” she said a few minutes later.

Over at the other end of the table, Jonas cleaned his mouth with light pats of a cloth napkin. He was so proper about it that Leigh almost forgot he was as naked as she was.

Almost.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “But I’m sure you can fit something else in if you really want to.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think I’m willing to try.”

“That’s a shame,” he said, getting up from his chair.

His cock was in full view, stiff as a board. Leigh almost licked her lips.

“It’s all yours if you want it.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I can fit it in somehow.” She got up slowly, the tips of her fingers trailing the edge of the table as she sashayed towards Jonas.

He held out his hand. “Stop.”

Instinctively, she did.

“Why?” she asked.

“That’s not what I want. Or what you want.”

She stood in place, trying to work out what he meant.

“It’s not?”

“No,” he answered. “It’s not.”

He stepped away from the table toward the railings, turned her way and leaned back against the metal.

“Come over here,” he said, thrusting his hard cock in her direction so lightly she couldn’t be sure he did it on purpose. But when she started walking, he stopped her again. “Not like that. Come on now…”

Then it hit her.

“Oh. Come on, Jonas, do I have to?”

He smiled a wicked smile. “Yes. You do. You want to.”

And he was right. She still felt uncomfortable and exposed, but he was right. It was one of her more harmless fantasies, anyway, so why not?

Making every movement last, she got down on the wooden floor and started crawling on her knees towards that eager, delicious cock.

Jonas was still smiling, but she could tell that it had gone from mischievous to eager. Leigh could relate, she was sporting an eager smile herself.

She took her time, partly because she wasn’t used to crawling and was afraid to scrape herself on the varnished wood floor. But mostly because she could tell how much he wanted her, how much he yearned for her lips around his hard prick, how much he wanted to jam his rod down her throat. God, she could barely wait for it. But making him wait was worth it.

When she finally reached him, she slowly caressed his length with her fingertips, feeling him shiver at her touch. A pearl of precum adorned his glands.

“Yummy,” she said, tasting it with a quick flick of her tongue.

Jonas moaned. She liked that.

She wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of his cock, and have his tip a gentle lick. The feel and taste of him were making her so wet she thought she’d drip. Her tongue caressed his cock again as her hands fondled his balls. She could feel his cock tense up even more, shaking with excitement. She could relate.

Leigh could hear Jonas’ breath getting more and more ragged. She looked up, expecting their eyes to meet. Instead, his head was thrown back, his eyes slammed shut. He moaned, completely giving himself to the moment.

“God,” he shouted, “just to it! Just blow me, now!”

His hand reached behind her head, nudging her forward. She was as anxious as he was. No more teasing.

Her lips parted around his prick, opening just enough to let him in, holding tight both to feel his hardness and make him feel the squeeze. Slowly, she worked her mouth forward, taking more and more of him in her mouth. His hand grabbed her hair. Jonas let out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan. Leigh would’ve laughed if she didn’t have her mouth full.

And God, she loved the feeling. The taste of his manhood, the weight of it on her tongue… It was amazing. He was amazing.

Her hands grabbed onto the rail behind Jonas as her head bobbed to and fro, taking more of him in each time, going faster and faster. Leigh didn’t want to go too far immediately, but couldn’t wait for the feel of him reaching her throat.

Then his grip on her hair tightened, and he pulled her head towards him. Her lips reached the base of his cock, and she almost gagged as his tip went deep.

Her first reflex was to pull back, and his grip was soft enough that she could have. But that wasn’t what he wanted, and she didn’t want it either. His prick was all hers to devour, and she relished it as she didn’t move and forced herself not to gag.

“You’re amazing,” he said. She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled back, jerking him off with her lips while using her tongue to apply more pressure, taking in his full length each time.

Suddenly, Jonas pulled at her hair, just hard enough to force Leigh’s head to go back and let go of his moist cock. She looked at him without a word. This time he was looking at her. Right at her, almost through her. There was lust in his eyes, a lust she had never seen in him before. Her pussy quaked at the thought of meeting that lust.

“I need you,” he groaned as he grabbed her arm and pulled her up. “I need to fuck you right now.” Still holding her arm, he rushed towards the table and shoved everything on it to the floor. He pulled her towards it, just hard enough to let Leigh know what he wanted.

She leaned against the table, looking at his naked, muscular body. She licked her lips and tasted him.

“How?” she asked.

“Get up on the table.”

She did so, sitting on the edge then laying back.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he let out. Leigh looked up. His hand was stroking him with a vengeance, and she wished he would stop and fuck her already. But she didn’t say anything. Instead, she reached for her clit and rubbed it.

For a moment, he was transfixed. But just for a moment, because then he lunged at her, bending over to kiss her hard and deep, their tongues dancing as his cock hit her wet pussy.

“Do it,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Please.”

His wicked smile returned, and with a thrust his cock entered her.

“Oh! God!” she said.

He pushed himself in and out, over and over, gaining speed each time.

“Yeah. This is what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

She didn’t say anything. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason, all she could do was nod repeatedly as she put his arms around him and held on tight.

“I missed this,” he said. “I missed your cunt holding me tight inside. God, so good.”

Jonas pounded himself into her over and over again. His hard-on fit Leigh’s pussy so perfectly, it filled her up so well. It was heaven.

Then, as she felt it swell inside her and his groans turned into loud moans, it got better.

“God, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

“Do it,” she said finally, holding on to him as hard as she could. “Give it to me. Give it all to me!”

His juices spurted from his cock, the small involuntary jerks stimulating her just enough to push her over the edge. Without warning, she felt herself explode inside, and screamed. Her nails ran over Jonas’ back, and he screamed with her, still thrusting, still fucking her through their orgasm.

Then, slowly, their convulsions subsided, and they caught up with their breaths. Leigh dropped back, laying flat on the table. Jonas followed, staying on top of her while keeping his weight off using his arms to steady himself. She could feel him going soft, but he didn’t seem eager to take his cock out. She wasn’t in a hurry either.

Their eyes locked again. They smiled at each other, a smile devoid of lasciviousness or mischief. They were gentle, caring smiles. Loving smiles. His hand stroked her cheek, and they kissed.

Leigh’s head was still spinning. She felt like she wasn’t even in her body, let alone her life. And she didn’t much care. It was almost perfect.

Yet deep down, she knew something was missing. She just couldn’t tell what.