Four Beautiful Letters (Desire Island 4)

“Whoa,” Sophia exclaimed. “It’s like you airlifted this whole thing from the Outer Banks.”

“I got the specs on the vacuum bed from the resort management, and sent them, along with a detailed description of what I wanted, to Elizabeth. She took care of the rest,” Nick replied as he closed the door and turned the lock. “I’m thinking of adding a vacuum bed chamber in all my clubs.”

“Cool,” Sophia enthused, moving closer. Her juices were already flowing with anticipation. She couldn’t wait for the intense sensory deprivation experience.

“For the next half hour,” Nick said, “you will be my willing and compliant sex slave. Your first task is to strip and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sophia agreed willingly, her nipples hard against the black lacy bra under her red silk.

To her delight, Nick, too, removed his clothing. She admired his long, lean body as she stripped. His cock was already semi-erect. Her cunt tightened at the sight.

“On your knees,” he reminded her in an imperious tone, his dark eyes hooding with lust.

She dropped at once to the yoga mat at his feet, her mouth watering with anticipation. She reached out, eager to cradle his balls and grip his shaft.

But he stopped her, placing a hand on her head. “No hands,” he directed in a low, sexy voice. “Put them behind your back and keep them there until I direct you otherwise.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sophia replied, gripping her forearms behind her back with the opposite hand to give herself balance.

Nick reached for her hair, gripping a handful of curls in his strong fingers. He pulled her head forward, guiding her mouth to his cock, now fully erect. She parted her lips, savoring the sweet weight of his shaft on her tongue as it glided back until the head was lodged in her throat.

She closed her eyes as he thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, his fingers still tangled in her hair. It wasn’t long before he was panting, his thrusts more insistent.

“Look at me,” he commanded in a low, throaty voice. “I want to look into your beautiful eyes while I fuck your mouth with my cock.”

A jolt of submissive lust hurtled through Sophia at his words, making her entire body throb with need. He locked his eyes on hers as he thrust in her mouth. She stared back, mesmerized as he gazed directly into her soul.

All at once, his body stiffened and, with a cry, he jerked forward, climaxing in a series of powerful spasms. Sophia did her best to swallow, startled by the suddenness of his ejaculation.

Apparently, he hadn’t expected to come quite so quickly either, because he barked a laugh and said, “That caught me by surprise.” He untangled his fingers from her hair and took a step back. “I guess it’s a good thing. It’ll take the edge off so I can take my time with you.”

He held out his hand. Sophia let go of her arms from behind her back and allowed him to pull her upright. She couldn’t help but grin, delighted that Nick had been so aroused that he couldn’t contain himself.

“Lie down on the bed, sexy girl,” he instructed, leading her to the platform. “What I have in mind will make our previous vacuum bed session seem like vanilla missionary play. I’m going to take you further than you think you can go, and then just a little past that.”

An involuntary shudder of nervous excitement passed through Sophia’s frame. “Sounds kind of scary,” she blurted, hugging herself.

He moved closer, standing directly in front of her. He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were glittering, his lips lifted in a sensual, cruel smile. “A little fear is a good thing,” he said in a soft voice tinged with steel.

Though she trusted him implicitly, Sophia swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

~*~

Sophia looked so sexy, her lightly tanned skin and pink nipples a pleasing contrast to the shiny black latex beneath her. They’d talked over dinner about their relationship going forward. And while Nick wasn’t especially happy with her assertion that “friends with benefits” was the way to go, he wasn’t in a position at the moment to press the issue.

It was ironic. He’d always been the one in past relationships to try to slow the tide of emotions. He hadn’t wanted to get tied down to any one woman, especially given his rigorous work schedule and periodic need to travel. He’d even been thinking of suggesting to Sophia that they take their time, now that they were both back in the city.

But when she’d been the one to say, without a hint of anger or resentment, that she understood his work came first in his life, he’d very nearly argued that no, she came first.

Which was insane, given that they’d only known each other such a short time.