Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I thought I came here to get away from the control that I was used to at home. But, instead, I came here and got more control over another person than I’d ever thought they would give me. I got a taste of what I’d always wanted but never thought I could have. And, now, I want more.

She stirs in my arms. She’s been out since about five minutes after her head hit the pillow. Yesterday was exhausting for her. But today is going to be much worse. I have too many dirty thoughts playing in my head that I need to experience with her. We only have a week together. And I plan on making the most of it by playing out every dark fantasy that either of us has ever had.

She grins when she sees me.

“Sleep well?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

She stretches her arms over her head. “Yes.”

“Good. Now, get off my arm. You’ve been lying on it all night.”

She rolls off my arm with a giggle. “You’re not serious, right? I haven’t actually been lying on your arm all night.”

I rub my arm, trying to get the feeling back into it. “I’m dead serious.”

“You could have just moved me.”

“But then you might have woken up.”

She narrows her eyes as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “We should probably get going. I want to get out of this dress, and the staff would probably like time to clean before their next excursion.”

She walks out of the bedroom without giving me a chance to respond. I follow her, hating that she is making a decision without me. I wanted her one more time on the yacht first, but by the time I chase after her, she is already thanking the crew and exiting the boat.

I run after her. “What are you doing?”

She turns and looks at me, still staring at me with her big eyes. “Exactly what I said. Getting off the boat and going back to my room to shower and get ready for the day.”

I frown. “I’m the one in control this week. You do what I say. You don’t get to make decisions anymore.”

Her eyes brighten in amusement. “No, you get control over my body when we are having sex. We aren’t fucking right now, so that means I have control over my own decisions. Understand? If not, I’ll find a new man.”

I take a step toward her and tower over her. “You wouldn’t find a new man. You want my cock, not anyone else’s. And, as far as our agreement, fine. I control your body when we are fucking, nothing more.”

“Thank you. Now, I’m going to go up to my room to shower and put my swimsuit on. Meet me in my room in twenty.”

I nod and watch her walk off to go change. I agree because it’s what I want. I want her in her swimsuit. I want to fuck her again, but just because I want to fuck her doesn’t mean we have to stay in the bedroom.

The door to her suite opens, and my jaw drops for more than one reason. The swimsuit that she is wearing is racy as hell. It’s white and simple, but that is where the innocence of it ends. The front barely covers her breasts, and her nipples push hard against the fabric into peaks that I’m desperate to suck.

“Come in,” she says,

turning, and that’s when I get the view of her ass in a thong bikini.

Goddamn, her body is amazing. It’s clear that she works out regularly, and whatever she is doing, it’s working. Really, really working. The muscles in her legs and ass draw me in and make me think of a few too many crazy positions to try. I know last night took a lot out of her, but it wasn’t because her body couldn’t handle it. It was more like her mind wasn’t prepared for it. It makes my naughty plans for today that much more exciting.

And then I get a view of her suite, and my jaw drops again. She either is the highest-priced veterinarian in the country to be able to afford a suite like this or she has other money. The suite is three times the size of mine. I thought mine was outrageous and one of the best suites, but clearly, I was wrong. She has her own private pool in her room along with two hot tubs, an amazing view of the ocean, a living room, a dining room, and it looks like at least two or three bedrooms that jet off from the main room.

“What do you think of my swimsuit?” Skye asks, flaunting her body in front of me as she puts sunglasses on her head.

I growl.

She laughs. “That was the answer I was hoping for.”

I bite my lip to keep from asking my questions about how she makes this kind of money. We promised we wouldn’t share anything personal about each other, but now that I’ve seen her room, I have a better understanding of why we got the yacht yesterday. The resort didn’t pay for it. She did. Either through her payments on this room or separately, it doesn’t matter. She paid for it.

“Want to go to the beach or stay here and do something naughty?” she asks as she bends over, flashing me a view of her plump, tight ass.

I want her. But I can’t have her here. Not right now. My ego can’t handle it. Not until I figure out how she has this much money. I need to know if she earned it or if she has a rich daddy or something that is paying for all of this.