Author: Priscilla West

While his tongue continued firing sensitive nerves, he began thrusting his finger inside me. His slow back and forth thrusts became fast twisting and crooking motions. His fingertip found a delicious spot and I shuddered.

Next thing I knew, he placed his other hand on my pelvis below the belly button and pressed inward firmly. The pressure on that part of my body was unfamiliar.

“What are you doin—” I asked, but his actions answered before I could finish the question.

My hips instinctively curved upward under the force of his hand and his insistent fingers massaging a sensitive spot inside me hit a bullseye.

“Oh shit,” I cried, pleasure tearing through my body. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip to stifle another outburst. My hands fought against their restraints but it was deliciously futile.

How the hell did he do that? Vincent apparently knew my body better than even I did.

He gripped my thighs roughly and whispered gentle hushes into my pulsing clit. “Shh. . . quiet. . . so good,” he groaned softly. Then he buried his face in my cleft, tongue penetrating my folds and nose rubbing my clit. He growled hungrily into my depths, tongue dipping in and out greedily, leaving no nerve untouched. “So fucking good,” he bellowed, the low vibrations rumbling through me, making me clench all over to stop myself from shaking.

I was careening dangerously toward a second climax. Just a little more and he’d push me over the edge.

Then his tongue stopped.

“Keep going,” I whispered fiercely.

He pulled his head up from between my legs and looked at me, wagging his finger. The gesture seemed oddly familiar. “Uh-uh.”

My body was still hot and thrumming madly. “Please Vincent, I need release.”

He smiled from leg to leg. “Payback, Kitten. For the Skype session. You’ll have to wait.”

I was too frustrated and horny to consider the implications of him calling me a pet name for the first time. He pulled away and I tried to rub my thighs together to finish what he started, but he caught my ankles with a firm grip. “Patience. I don’t want you spoiling your need. I have a lot more pleasure for you tonight.”

I groaned. I’d never wanted to climax more than I wanted to now. Never experienced the thrill of sex in public, of riding the edge of being caught and getting away with being bad. Never been driven to such desperate heights of pleasure. Never been denied the release raging in every bone in my body. And I never imagined uttering the words that were flying off the tip of my tongue. “I’m not a baby, Vincent. I know what my body needs. And it needs a thirty-thousand-feet-in-the-air sky-shattering orgasm right about now.”

His expression softened. “I was too harsh. I left you too high. I’m sorry, Kristen. Let me help you come down slowly.” He released my ankles and dipped his head back down between them. He gently tongued my clit and folds, easing the ache he had left there.

I moaned softly and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation.

A ding sounded and a light came on above our heads. I quickly realized I must’ve accidentally hit the flight attendant button with my hands. I heard Nancy close her magazine and begin walking toward the rear cabin. Panic swept through me. I was naked from the waist down and there would be no way I could pull my skirt and panties on in time even if I could slip my hands from my restraints.

Vincent moved from between my legs and casually reached into a drawer beneath the seat. Nancy rounded the row in front of us just as Vincent pulled a blanket over me, covering me from the waist down.

“How are you two doing? Can I get you anything?”

Vincent sat coolly in his seat, my feet resting on his lap beneath the blanket covering us.

“Kristen had to lie down because she’s not feeling well. Do we have anything that’ll make her feel better?”

“Oh my dear. Your face is all red. You look like you’re burning up. I’ll get you some water and motion sickness tablets.”

“Thank you,” I said, holding my hands behind my head, hoping my hair hid the fact that my wrists were bound together with seat belt straps.

By the time Nancy returned, I had slipped on my skirt and panties and sat back up.

“Oh you’re looking better already. Here’s the water and tablets.”

I popped the tablets in my mouth despite not needing them and took a swig of water. “I’m feeling much better, thank you Nancy.”

“My pleasure. Can I get you two anything else? More blankets?”

“We’re good for now. Thank you,” Vincent said. Nancy returned to her seat near the cockpit where she resumed reading her magazine.

Vincent turned over to me. “Who’s the one not being careful now?”

“That was an accident.”

“You going to make it until we land?” he asked, hand possessively caressing my thigh again.

“It’s not like I have a choice do I? Unless I want to appear airsick again.”

“It’ll help if you try to get some sleep. I have a feeling you won’t be getting much of that once we arrive at our destination.”

Chapter Five

I managed to catch a light nap before we landed. Once the plane came to a stop, I stepped out into a cool breeze and seventy-degree weather. It was approaching evening but the sun was still out, illuminating the small airport and tropical scenery in the distance.

“We’re on an island in the Caribbean called St. Lucia,” Vincent said, hand at my back ushering me toward the terminal.

“Seems you’re fond of the Caribbean.”

“It’s close to New York City where I spend a lot of my time nowadays. But this isn’t our final destination.”

This place seemed as good as any for an ideal weekend getaway. “Where are we going?”

“It’s close by but we’ll have to take a boat from here.”

We hopped into a rented jeep and took a short drive to a harbor.

Vincent led us to a sleek boat with white hull and red trim. Letters along the side read “Pier Pleasure”.

“Clever name,” I commented.

He smiled. “Took me a while to come up with it. It was either that or ‘Playbuoy’.” He nudged me gently to indicate he was teasing.

“Glad you didn’t choose the latter.”

I didn’t know anything about boats but I could tell it was built for speed. The controls didn’t appear complicated—it wasn’t much more than a throttle and a steering wheel—but the boat had a very big, very loud engine. The way we shot out as soon as I had put my life vest on and sat down next to Vincent told me handling this thing wasn’t a job for amateurs.

He slowed the boat to a cruising pace as we headed off toward an island in the distance with the sun setting in the horizon casting red and orange hues on the deep blue waters. I wondered what he had in store for us tonight.

The boat came to a stop and he tied it to the dock jutting out from the shore.

“So what is this place?” I asked as I stepped off the boat onto the wooden planks.

“It’s my private island.”

“You own an entire island?”

“It’s not that large, just a few miles in each direction. Not big enough for a runway. It’s my personal spot to get away from everything.”

First St. Thomas then St. Lucia. I was starting to see a pattern. “So what do you call it? St. Vincent?”

He laughed. “That’s actually the name of a real island just south of here. The people on St Lucia call this place “île aux oiseaux”, which is French for “Bird Island”. There’s a lot of pretty, exotic birds that live here.”

“Interesting.”

“Unfortunately, there aren’t any puffins.”

“That’s a deal breaker,” I teased.

His lips curved into a grin. “You’re high maintenance. But worth it.”

“I was just kidding,” I said, playfully nudging him. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done. Surprising me on our dates. Being discreet, being supportive. I want you to know that all those things mean a lot to me.”

His grin widened. “So have I changed your opinion about me?”

“What was my opinion before?”

“You tell me.”

I sighed. “Okay, I’ll admit I thought you were a bit of a sex-crazed playboy who was more hands-on with his recreation than with his business.”

“And now?”

“The sex-crazed part hasn’t changed.”

“Maybe it has for you.” He winked.

“Maybe,” I mused. “I will say I’ve wanted sex a lot more in these last few weeks than in the past few years—possibly ever.”

“Good, ‘cause we’ll be having plenty this weekend.”

“Okay.” I smiled. My response sounded a little odd to my own ears considering I’d rebuffed his sexual advances only weeks ago but a lot had changed since then. I had no intention of taking my response back.

He led us across the beach to a path leading into the forest. Fortunately I only packed a small bag so it was easy to carry, otherwise it’d be ridiculous rolling luggage across sand and dirt. After walking for fifteen minutes, tall trees swishing in the breeze and birds chirping all around us, we reached a small cabin with smoke billowing from the chimney. The setup reminded me of an old fairy tale involving bears—except my hair was brown. If I saw a bowl of porridge inside I’d probably make Vincent eat it.

He opened the door and gestured inside. “Ladies first.”

I stepped inside and was hit with the spicy smell of wood. It was like the spicy scent I loved to smell on Vincent but stronger. The exterior looked rough but the interior was refined with smooth hardwood floors, elegant furniture, and a stone fireplace at the back that was already lighted. The cabin was small and cozy with various pictures and objects lining the shelves to each side of the fireplace. It felt more like a home than his condo in NYC.

“Quite a setup you have here,” I said, admiring the surroundings.