What is he doing?
Then, he closes the drawer. I hear a plastic package being opened!
Oooooh, I am going to get fucked!
Finally!
Oh God, finally!
He tears the condom packet with his teeth and wraps it on his cock.
Then he’s back on top of me, his full, raw naked power so fervidly hot as he stares down into my soul.
His hand abruptly goes around my neck. He exerts a little pressure.
“You’re mine, dirty girl,” he says, his voice like a creature from the dark depths. “I will take you as I please and you will love it.”
Chapter 18
I’m breathing heavily now, grunting under the gag, my body squirming, trying its best to tell him how much it wants, it needs to be fucked right now.
He licks my cheek, then releases my neck. He taps my other cheek with the back of his hand lightly. Then he lets one finger fall down underneath my chin.
Then he takes the head of his cock and presses it up and down over my pussy.
I’m bucking hard now. He matches the speed of my bucks with his strokes.
This really is torture. He’s hitting my clit just right, sending me to the edge again.
He laughs again.
“I love control,” he says. “I love controlling you. You can’t come. You really can’t come.”
I growl into the gag.
He rises to an inch above my face. His look is brutal.
“You won’t come until I’ve fucked you like I want to fuck you! Time to take my pleasure!”
I drift into space. I think my eyes roll into my head as his tip penetrates me. He goes slow, thank god.
Holy fuck!
Ho.
Ly.
Fucking.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He’s inside me. The whole thing. God, it feels like a goddamned torpedo.
I’m near-hyperventilating. Sweating, too.
He undoes the gag, takes it off, and says, “Do you want to be taken? Permission granted to speak freely.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me to take you.”
“Take me.”
“I’m not convinced.”
“Take me! Fuck me! Do what you want with me! I’m your goddamned property!”
“That’s my dirty girl,” he growls.
Then I feel his cock move backward again.
Gah! Oh! Wow, holy shit.
Then forward.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
“Shhhhh,” he says as he begins thrusting with more speed.
Oh my God, oh my fucking God!
I’m beyond tortured now. I’m a melting blob of denied orgasm.
“Let’s fuck now,” he says.
Then he goes to town.
Oh, heaven!
I’m getting pounded by Lukas Thorn. I can’t believe this.
Mission accomplished.
Mission fucking accomplished.
He laughs. “You’re funny when your eyes roll into your head.”
“Do they really?”
“Yeah, sometime I’ll have to video that. He says. But for now, I’m going to make them do it again for my own pleasure.”
The thrusts resume!
Ah!
Gah!
Fuck!
Yes!
Holy shit.
He laughs again. “Yeah, just like that.”
“Do my eyes really roll into my head?”
He bits my lower lip again. His breathing is heavy. “Like you wouldn’t believe, dirty girl. You are my dirty girl, you know.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it.”
“I’m your dirty girl.”
“Yes, you are. You’re my dirty fucking toy girl. I will fuck you when I please, how I please, and you will like it. You will beg for it. You will beg to please me with your body in any way I want, with any hole at any time.”
He fucks me harder.
“You slut! You dirty whore!”
God, yes!
“Look at me!”
I look deep into his eyes.
“You fucking dirty, fucking whore slut! You want to get fucked all the time, don’t you?”
I can’t answer. I’m breathing too hard. The thrusts are jackhammering me to death here.
“You love it! You love getting fucked! Such a goddamned whore! Come for me, whore! Come for me now!”
The sun explodes.
Or that’s how it feels. Everything dissolves into a big bang of pure joy. I feel it everywhere. In my fingertips. In the strands of my hair. In my asshole. In my toenails.
Shit.
Wow.
Holy fucking shit.
I’ve never come like that.
“Come for me again,” he says, still thrusting.
Wait . . . I can’t . . .
Whoa!
Fuck!
Yes!
It’s like I’m lifted back up onto an orgasm cloud again.
Then I come back down to earth.
But wait, he’s still thrusting. I look down. His cock is still ramming me so hard and so fast that I think I might just pass out. But what a beautiful sight!
But that means he hasn’t come yet. I look up into his eyes. He’s smiling.
Oh no . . . not again.
“One more time, dirty girl!” he says.
I grit my teeth, knowing I can’t resist.
“Come for me again . . . now!”
This one is truly mind-blowing.
The entire universe melts as he grunts and plows deep into me.
His growls echo deep into my soul and beyond the solar system as he fires himself into me.
Fuck!
Yes!
God!
His thrusts slow and I return to earth.
Holy shit.
His sweat drips down onto me from his forehead onto my upper lip. I stick my tongue up and swallow it. So good. So salty.
We stay like that for a little while, him still inside me all spent, getting our breathing under control, his gorgeous face above me looking deep into my eyes.
Finally he speaks.
“Jayden Raye, you are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.”
In this moment, here on this yacht in the middle of a harbor in Nassau is the moment I realize I’m truly in love. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. This must be that over-arching compulsion thing Trevor described to me.
All I know is that this man is everything to me.
He gets up, removes the condom, throws it in a trash barrel, and then climbs next to me. I curl into him and fall asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 19
The low rumble of the engines wakes me.
My eyes shoot open and I dart up in the big bed.
I’m alone in the stateroom.
Fuck.
Where is Lukas?
We’re moving! The sun is streaming in through the windows and we’re moving.
Holy fuck! What is happening here?
I look around me. We made quite a mess last night. The owner of this boat is going to be pissed.
But wait, if the boat is moving, then the owner must know we’re here. Where the fuck is Lukas?
I get up and go to the window. Yep, that’s the ocean. We’re in the middle of the goddamned ocean.
Did the owner not check his own stateroom? Maybe he’s not even here and radioed the crew to take the boat to him.
Shit.
What do I do?
I look down. I’m naked. I have no clothes with me. I’m a naked girl on a boat in the middle of nowhere.
And I’m alone.
Think, Abigail, think! Lukas couldn’t have gone far, right?
The door opens and I jump. I turn to see Lukas with a silver service tray. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
Even though he fucked me into oblivion last night, and even though we’re at sea on a stranger’s boat, the sight of that amazing body fires me up all over again.
“Good morning,” he says as he places the tray on the bed. He turns and shuts the door. “Breakfast in bed.”
He lifts one of the covers. On one plate is a pile of bacon, scrambled eggs, and sausages. Then he lifts the second. French toast, pancakes, and buttered toast. Two glasses of orange juice and two coffees round out the display.