As if he read her misgivings when her sudden stillness drew his gaze down to her face, he said, “No means no in my book, Sandie. Just say the word and this, or anything else will stop.”
Zachary pressed his hair-roughened thigh against her butt, his knee between her parted legs, and another swift kick of the same lustful reaction hit her hard. Escalating need combined with his assurances worked to defuse her concerns and ratchet up her arousal. “Oh.”
That simple word, uttered on a soft breath of wonder, added to the trust replacing the flash of panic crossing Sandie’s face was enough to relieve Zach. That didn’t stop him from being damned by her turning the tables on him again with that response, the crotch of her wet panties dampening his knee boosting the relief her acceptance gave him. The heat he had built across her ass warmed the thigh he offered as a perch for those soft buttocks. “Do you have any idea how wet you are?” he ground out, his tone close to accusatory for that response.
“I… I think so,” she admitted in a shy tone, unused to such blunt talk. She couldn’t keep from shifting against his thick quad muscles. “Oh… Zachary,” she ended on a moan as she rode his thigh, easing the ache pulsing in her core.
He tightened his hand over hers and clamped his right hand on her hip, stilling her gyrations as much as possible. But it wasn’t enough. Her body shook with the burst of her climax as she ground her crotch down on his rock-hard thigh, the shattering release producing even more copious juices to seep through her panties.
“Is this what you want, Sandie, to play with me during the next few days? Think long and hard before you give me your answer. I don’t limit spanking to just my hand and don’t stop at handholds for bondage,” he warned.
Zachary released her and stepped back so fast, Sandie almost lost her balance. She gripped the rail to steady herself then cleared her orgasm-fogged brain enough to turn around and watch him stalk off. Even though her body still vibrated from the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced, she eyed his broad, naked back, tight, shorts-covered buttocks and long, muscle-roped legs with a sigh of longing. The man packed a wallop regardless of his personality flaws.
Yeah, she wanted him, and what he’d told her in clear terms he would demand. She knew little about him, but his quick observance of her momentary panic and acute deduction as to the cause went a long way in earning her trust. The only problem she could envision now was, if she continued to respond to his brand of kinky, alternative sexual preferences with such heightened, explosive pleasure, would she be able to walk away without regrets in a few days?
Sandie knew the choice to run again was out of her hands, just as she knew she could never endanger someone else by seeking help out of her dilemma. Jacques may be mayor of just a small town in a small state, but from the people she’d seen him associate with the most, he held influence in high places and, odds were, kept enough government officials in his pocket to provide insulation against her testimony. There was also her mother’s and brother’s welfare to consider. Any man who could order the cold-blooded killing of another wouldn’t hesitate to use them against her, another risk she couldn’t, wouldn’t take.
Gathering up her sketchpad, pencils and backpack, she wound her way down to the lower deck and her room. The boat’s motor purred to life followed by the slow glide through water. They were underway again, where to she didn’t know and didn’t much care as long as he wasn’t headed back to Miami yet. She wondered if he found navigating the large vessel through open waters soothing, used the idle time to think, and if so, what he was pondering right now. Maybe that deck side, ‘tame for him’ scene churned up his libido as much as hers, left his body humming for more, same as she suffered. She could only hope so as Sandie would hate to be alone in dealing with these stirred up sensations, and the heightened emotions that went with them.
Sitting cross legged on the bunk, facing the porthole, she sketched the sunset in each of its stages as the fiery, yellow glow lowered to amber/orange then dark gold followed by a navy-blue swath covering up its descent. She found solace in her drawing, the pictures in this pad telling the story of her recent trauma and flight. Fearing she would forget the men’s faces who were with Jacques that night had prompted her to take the time and spend the money on picking up a pad and drawing pencils. The first thing she’d sketched had been the scene that sent her fleeing in hopes someday it could be used to identify and punish them. A shrink would probably call the pictures of her trek to Florida therapeutic, but to her, the pleasure she’d always found in her skill helped her cope with the long days and even longer nights.
Sandie hadn’t heard Zachary come downstairs for dinner and the boat remained underway by the time her stomach rumbled. She raided the kitchen alone, wondering if he stocked it himself or had someone do that mundane chore for him. Smiling to herself, she deduced he hired that chore out, along with most everyday time-consuming tasks. After eating a salad, she returned to her bunk and indulged in a long shower, turning on both showerheads and daydreaming about sharing the pelting hot sprays with Zachary. Since she doubted there was laundry aboard the craft, she washed out her panties and shirt in the sink, hung them over the shower door to dry and crawled into the bunk wearing a bra and panties.
For the last month, she’d slept in her clothes, keeping her backpack within reach, always prepared to run if necessary. Not only did the sheets feel soft and cool against her warmed flesh, but the sheer freedom of being able to sleep undisturbed enabled her to drift off within minutes of lying down.
Which didn’t explain the talon-clawed grip a nightmare had on her a few hours later.
Zach returned to the helm, adjusted his still rigid cock before sitting down, and wished he stocked liquor on the yacht. While he knew each of his friends had matured into a responsible adult, the risk of someone imbibing too much and toppling overboard wasn’t worth taking. He fully expected the guys to bring guests aboard for their pleasure cruises, whether they be for a few hours or a few days, and safety would be a high priority. The bar in the playroom would be stocked with a large assortment of beverages, everything except alcohol. But, right now, with the feel of Sandie coming apart as she rode his thigh keeping him hard and hot, he really craved an ice-cold beer, or a straight, double-shot of whiskey. Maybe a triple. Which was another good reason to leave the drinking for when he returned to the mainland.
Her brief panic attack, those few seconds when the reality of her circumstances slipped into her pleasure-filled mind, had given him pause, and hope she’d finally back off. He’d almost forgotten how naïve and innocent she was, and he may be an ass, but he wasn’t a bully. He could admit he desired that petite body, just as he found it easy to confess he wanted no part of the trouble she was obviously dodging. And he sure as hell wasn’t into pity fucks. He preferred to indulge in his kink with women familiar with the lifestyle and who only wanted a good time. If he caved to her wiles and his escalating lust, he’d have to pull in his stricter tendencies for her inexperience and remember to go slow. It would be a challenge, one he didn’t want just a tad less than he now knew he wanted her.
Getting underway again, with no destination in mind, frustrated irritation soured his mood, and he pinned his annoyance on Sandie. Her intrusion into his solo trip with her pushy curiosity and wide, green eyes that held secrets, flashed with fear-based desperation and shone with undisguised desire, ruined the alone time he’d been looking forward to since his last visit with his mother. The expensive, elaborate private facility set on a rolling hills, ten-acre lot couldn’t hide the ugliness of her existence or the suffering she’d had to live with for so long. For the first time since becoming an unexpected multi-millionaire, money couldn’t buy him what he wanted, and he admitted coping with his mother’s illness and the slow, tortuous ending to a life filled with one struggle after another tore at him on a daily basis. It hurt most when she asked who he was. That pain stabbed deep and left a gaping wound every time, driving him to seek solitude after each visit.
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At first, his anger at Sandie’s intrusion prevented him from succumbing to any thoughts or desires to get involved with her since her presence put a damper on the alone time he’d planned for and craved. But she possessed a knack for knocking down his defenses as his stupid insistence she differentiated between a boat and yacht when referring to his yacht proved. Had he been seeking an excuse to give her what she’d been finagling for with that ridiculous ultimatum? With a sigh, he admitted he probably had been and look where it had gotten him—sitting here with a boner, her cream staining his thigh and his frustration nowhere near abating.
Two hours later, hunger and tiredness insisted Zach quit stalling and turn in below deck. He flipped on lights as darkness cloaked the yacht, making sure everything was shut down and secured before heading down to the staterooms. With any luck, Sandie would have turned in and by morning she’d realize his demands would be out of her depth. He didn’t want to spend the next three days sparring with her or dodging her and didn’t want to return to the mainland until he completed the route he’d mapped out for this maiden voyage.
And he did not want to get involved with her. At least that’s what he kept telling himself as he ate a quick sandwich and ignored the faint whimpers coming from behind her closed door. If the damn woman was upset about something or suffering a bad dream, it was none of his business. He’d do anything for his mother or any one of his brotherhood, but that was the extent of his benevolence toward others.
That insistence lasted until he left the kitchen and he heard Sandie’s terrified cry as he passed her stateroom. Shit. Knowing it was a mistake but unable to walk away from the genuine distress behind that outcry, he opened the door and found her huddled form on the bunk. Sitting next to her, he shook her shoulder none too gently. “Sandie, wake up. You’re having a bad dream.”
His gruff voice startled her, and she jerked upright with another frightened gasp. “It’s me,” he rushed to assure her as she tangled herself in the sheets trying to scoot away.
One second she sat huddled on the far side of the bunk, and the next, her slim body came flying against him, nearly toppling them both to the floor. Small, continuous shudders racked her frame as she clung to him, her ragged breathing against his neck raising goosebumps. Silk covered breasts pressed against his bare chest as she kicked the covers aside and crawled into his lap. It was one thing to resist her come-ons and taunts and another to walk away when she wore nothing but a tee shirt and panties. But having her wrapped around him with only a flimsy, silk bra and panties as barriers between her naked flesh and his, strained his control.
“Zachary, oh, thank God it’s you,” she whispered, her voice shaking as much as her body. “Don’t!”
The soft, distressed cry stopped him from pushing her back, but didn’t quell his rising desperation to disengage from that soft, clinging body. “You had a nightmare, that’s all, Sandie.” His stern explanation seemed to fall on deaf ears as she turned her head and startled him with a sharp bite on his neck, her hands wandering across his shoulders with small kneading grips. “Stop, now. You don’t know what…”
Rearing her torso back, Sandie kept her arms around his shoulders and crossed her feet behind his back, anchoring herself to him. “Don’t you dare say I don’t know what I’m doing. Fuck me, Zachary.”
The blunt demand accompanied the sudden yank of her arms and legs, catching him off guard just enough to enable her to pull him down on top of her. Damn it, he swore as he divested her of the flimsy bra while she worked her panties down and off. He was only human and could take just so much. Need poured off her in waves, the swath of moonlight splashing in through the porthole shed enough illumination for him to see the lingering effects of the nightmare on her face and the ache for oblivion in her eyes. She yearned for forgetfulness from whatever troubles plagued her, and he craved relief from the lust she’d worked up in him with her teasing taunts.
It was as simple as that, Zach convinced himself as he clasped her wrists and held them above her head in one hand. Bending down, he bit her lower lip in retaliation for the bite that still throbbed on his neck. “Remember what I said; sex with me will be my way.”
Fine with her, Sandie thought, so long as he delivered. Nightmares had interrupted her restless attempts at sleep for the past month, but the one tonight included Zachary and left her shaken in a way she’d never been before. It was bad enough she’d gotten ensnared in the crosshairs of her stepfather’s evil, but God forbid anyone else suffered the same fate. It’d been easy to get caught up in the sense of freedom this short excursion gifted her with, but she would have to remember the threat was real before they docked in Miami in a few days and ensure no one found out where, and with whom she’d spent these few days.
But until then, she would take advantage of anything and everything Zachary was willing to do to her body, storing up memories she knew would have to sustain her for a long time. The heat of his six-foot plus, now naked body covering hers shoved aside all other thoughts except embracing the pleasure building at a rapid, mind-numbing pace. Thick, hard muscles pressed her down, the razor-sharp bite on one sensitive nipple wrenched a startled cry from her throat before the pain turned to pleasure from the soothing swipe of his tongue that followed.
“Oh, damn,” she moaned when a jerk of her bound hands released a spate of liquid heat between her legs. “This is very confusing.” She didn’t realize she spoke that last remark aloud until he lifted his head and the gleam in those cobalt eyes revealed amusement at her naivety.
Cupping his hand over her labia, he pressed against her damp flesh, and she could feel her juices coating his palm. “You get off on my control. Good to know if you want to continue this past tonight. Fuck, girl, how long has it been?” he ground out as he worked two fingers inside her.
Ignoring the twinge of discomfort, she hastened to assure him. “It doesn’t matter, don’t stop. Please.” She almost lost the tight grip of her legs around his hips when he wedged his hand between their crotches, but managed to hold on. There in the semi-dark, pinned down and surrounded by hard muscles and warm flesh, it was easy to forget her troubles and what awaited her on the mainland, exactly what she needed. Lifting her hips into his marauding hand, she sucked in a deep breath as he plunged deep and hard, the pressure against that one, sensitive spot setting off a volley of small contractions.
“More,” she whispered out of sheer desperation brought about from weeks of stress, fear and depression.
Pulling his fingers out of the snug, slick heat of her pussy, he sheathed himself while delivering another warning. “Mindless fucking. That’s what this, what I’m all about. You remember that come morning and we’ll get along fine the next few days.”
The low growl that rumbled from Zachary’s throat shot straight up Sandie’s convulsing vagina. The quick switch from his fingers to the thrust of his much larger cock left her shaken, in a good way. “I’ll remember as that’s all I want,” she assured him as she lifted to embrace his thick invasion. His width stretched her to the point of discomfort, his length filling her until she swore he nudged her womb, but instead of turning her off, the pleasure of his take-over soared to an incredible height. Gasping, she tried working her hips to take more of him while adjusting to his large size, but a reprimand in the form of a blistering smack on her uplifted butt halted her struggles.
“Lay there and take it,” he demanded, his voice gone hoarse, his hand tightening on the buttock he’d just abused.
His command silenced the small corner of her brain that kept insisting she question why she’d wanted to goad this man ever since she woke to find herself stranded in the middle of the ocean with him. Odd, how easy it was to relish each pounding stroke, each rub against her clit that increased the spasms rippling around his rigid length. The throbbing burn under the tight grip of his hand clasping her cheek added to the relentless rhythm of his hips slamming against hers. His rough possession would’ve shaken a bedframe had there been one and
reinforced his assertion this was nothing but mindless, euphoric, age-old fucking. Exactly what she’d been needing to take her mind off her fears and uncertain future.
Zachary’s clasp tightened on her wrists and buttock with his next, guttural order. “Now, because I’m not waiting.”
That’s all it took to release the final explosion of her climax, the pleasure bursting in her convulsing sheath then spreading upward until lights lit up the darkness behind her closed eyelids. Her mind went numb with rapture, and it wasn’t until he pulled out of her still spasming body and shifted the hot furnace of his body off of her, that she came back to her senses.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” he stated gruffly before snatching up his shorts and walking out without a backward glance.
Sandie drew the sheets back over her still trembling body, smiling as she enjoyed yet another glimpse of his world-class ass. He may be a jerk, but he was her jerk for the next few days, and she was good with that.
Zach dropped face down on his bed thinking he could no more have ignored Sandie’s heartfelt plea that came with the release of another spate of moisture over his pummeling fingers than he could his own need that had been on the verge of raging out of control. How the hell had this irritating, unwelcome woman whom he barely knew, driven him to such an intense state of arousal? He hadn’t been ruled by his cock in twenty years, and it didn’t sit well she could make him set aside his pique with her presence with her fearful looks and soft pleas.
He hadn’t come that hard in ages, and even though the pleasure still fogged his senses, he swore he’d get control over both himself and his guest tomorrow.
Chapter 5
Jacques Deveau snatched up his phone off the desk the second it pealed, tension coiling in his abdomen when one of his henchmen’s name popped up. “Have you found her yet?”