I spent the first 2 days on the island drinking, smoking the island grown ganja, ugly crying, and when I reach exhaustion sleeping for 10 hrs. Something I hand done in years because I need to keep everything perfect for Sam so he’d love me. I’d called all 3 of my kids this morning, Damien reassured we that everything was fine. Turns out he had contacted Lena this past weekend and Lena had arranged for me to attend a retreat of the coast of Croatia that was geared towards helping executives decompress from the stress of high demand jobs. An executive I was not and I love my job so I don’t find it stressful, but I wasn’t going to complain and knew I was in much need of intense therapy.
I was moving past the sadness and grief and was spiraling into anger. I needed to let it out and at the suggestion of the staff I went to a kick boxing lesson with one of the staff coaches. I walked into the gym to find several young men, maybe in their 30’s working with a few other retreat guests. A cougar I was not, I’ve always liked my men older. I looked around and turned to leave when I smacked into the hardest 6 pack I’d ever seen never mind having my hands on his chest and my breasts pressed against. I gulped hard as the his arm snaked around my waist stabilizing me. As I looked up I was staring back at me were the most amazing green eyes I’d ever seen. Never in my life had my body ever responded to a man this way, I though lost in his eyes. I shook my head and was started by the deep baritone voice asking me questions… “Are you ok for me to let you go?” He asked, I noticed he looked down at my lips and then to my voluptuous breast that were currently held in place by sports bra. “This was a mistake, I’m sorry” I replied in a hushed manner. He had released my waist and I headed for the door. “Is it a mistake? The pain in your eyes tell me this is exactly where you need to be.” His words stopped me in my tracks, who is this guy and what gives him the permission to speak to me this way?! This guy had really messed with the wrong woman… “You think you know what I need? Fine! Whatever your name is I’m about to unleash on you!” I yelled at him as I walked back to where he was standing. It was during this time that I’d had a change to look over this meathead that I was speaking with. His body was that of a god, muscles that were defined but not so muscular that it screamed Roids. He was wearing black gym short that were hugging every aspect of him. My god he was huge, and like a high school boy my mind was in the gutter… god he must destroy every pussy he enters… as I panned up to his eyes he was staring at me with a smirk. He had dark brown hair that was salt and pepper on the sides, unlike the other men in the gym he was more my age. “Henry” his voice boomed “What?” I asked as I had been so caught up in my dirty thought of this god like fox. “The person you’re eye fu€king, my name is Henry.” He spoke with a playfulness and a smirk as my checks turned a crimson red. “Come, I have my own private gym here.” He spoke as we walked to the side of the main gym. Even his ass was divine, I thought as I followed him to a separate gym even more luxurious then the one I was in. Henry grabbed gloves and kick pads and med me on the mat, he grabbed my hands which immediately made me pull back… “Relax” he said with a pause. “Beck… I mean Rebecca, but everyone calls me Beck” I quickly replied. “Relax Rebecca, I’m going to wrap your hands so you don’t hurt yourself.” He reached out gently “may I?” I slowly extended one hand and then the other, I had spend the days prior swearing I’d never let a man touch me again in any manner. Yet here I was blindly following this man and responding to his commands. The tears started to form in my eyes, I was weak and pathetic. I felt a tear escape and before it could fall from my face Henry reached up and wiped the tear away. “He hurt you, you have every right to be angry. I want you to get angry, let the anger flow through your hands and punch as hard as you can into these pads. Yell at me like it’s him, release it all!” He told me with a gentle yet authoritative tone. “Why was I not good enough?” I asked as I let off a soft punch with my right. “Was I too fat?” I said with a slightly harder left punch. “Stop!” Henry demanded, “this isn’t about you not being enough for him, he’s a fu€king fool to leave a beautiful woman like you. Where did he go wrong, yell at me everything he didn’t uphold his end of the agreement to. He left you NOW YELL AT HIM!” His words had caught me off guard and I he was right… “You left me for a Man!” I screamed while punching as hard as I could with my right. I’d caught Henry off guard as we took a step back. “I loved you unconditionally, I bore your babies, I brought home the bacon and fu€king cooked it while you relaxed!” I yelled faster and punched harder. “20 years and I’ve gotta make those easy for you?! Go FU€K YOURSELF!” I roared. “That’s it baby girl, let it out” Henry coaxed me on. A primal scream followed my last punch as I collapsed in tears. Henry had caught me before I fell to the mat and swept me into his arms bridal style as my tears streamed down my face. His gentleness yet protectiveness was something I’d never felt. As he carried me back to the villas and I felt a safety if missed for so many years. I was trying not to fall asleep but everything Henry had me do had sucked the energy out of me and my eyes closed as I saw the villas in sight.***Henry’s point of view*** My cousin Lena and I were gearing up for a launch of our new executive retreat for c-suite executives in Croatia; she was good friends with the founder and CEO of the Fortune 500 company that she worked for and they had put up a substantial stake of start up costs as a silent partner in my new company. I wasn’t new to business, but after a mess divorce I had sold my company to prevent my ex wife and her new toy from having any shares. This was a clean break, she’d received a buyout and what I had spent 30 years building into a national brand was no longer mine. I’d come up with the idea for the retreat during my own post divorce spiral, I’d taken my part of the proceeds traveling the world and had found peace in Croatia. Beth and I didn’t have kids because she didn’t want them even though I did. But I loved her and agreed to live the childless life she so desired. So disappearing from the corporate world for the last 5 years had been a major transforma
***Rebecca’s Point of View*** My ears are ringing as I hear the words coming from Sam… “Look Rebecca, this was all your dream. I never wanted to move to the city, I was content in the suburbs close to my family. Sure I told you to go for the job, but I honestly didn’t have any faith you’d land the job. So here we are 17 months later and our lease is up so I’m out. Don’t act all surprised, I don’t come home for you it’s been for the kids. And they’re teens now so they’ll understand. But I can’t stay with a woman I don’t love, am repulsed to touch, and is the cause of my misery.” My chest is heavy, the ringing in my ears is so loud. I start to wake and realize it’s a dream, well really my nightmare. As I wake more I realize the ringing is my villa phone, let it ring. I’m in no mood after my session in the gym… the memories flood in of the gym, of shamelessly ogling Henry and the embarrassment that followed… The way he commanded me was what I had always wanted Sam to do to me… t
Beck’s point of view J and his team were miracle workers, in the few hours they had I was pampered with a deep conditioning of my naturally curly hair, mani/pedi, a facial, and J with those magic hands of there’s cut my hair to encourage my natural curl pattern. They showed me how to style my hair like I had always dreamed. And taught me how to apply a whole new makeup routine to accentuate the features I loved most about my face, my eyes. I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice… “Thank you J, you have helped me to see my beauty again. Words can not express the gratitude I have for you and your team.” J smiled and replied “Bitch your gorgeous, you just need a little help remembering. And I’m definitely going to take you up on a place to stay while in Boston…” they turned and started walking away, calling over there shoulder “The master isn’t done with their muse!” It was almost time for the car to pick me up, I stood in front
Henry’s Point of View The car ride to the ferry was consumed by silence, however it wasn’t awkward, it was… an easy silence. Once on the ferry, Rebecca and I left the car and headed to the lounge. It was there over what I now know is her favorite drink, a margarita, that we start to talk. I let her know I was a divorce coach and doing some work at the resort. I let her know that Lena had hired me to be her personal coach, which was met with mixed facial emotions. She chuckled yet a sadness returned to her eyes; her face is like a picture book, no words needed. After arriving at the port in Split, we had a short drive to my favorite spot Dvor. I had only ever thought of bringing Beth here until now. The conversation flowed easily, but I couldn’t shake the sadness that escaped her earlier. “Henry thank you for bringing me here, this is probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. Do you have anything planned for after?” The nope in her voice that I’d say no. “Unfortunately, I do”
“What’s the rush sweetheart?” A husky voice snaps my head up… it’s him. The man who owned the eyes… my emotions are all over the place, fear… embarrassment… and sadness. His arms had wrapped around my waist when I ran into him, he moved his arms up to hold me tight. “Shhh you’re safe, I’ll keep you safe.” He whispered in my ear as he held me tight, preventing me from pushing away from him. I know I had wanted him earlier, but after everything that just happened all I wanted was to be back home with my babies. I need to be smart, I had been reckless over the past few hours for selfish reasons… all because I wanted to feel desired. ———————————————————————————— Henry’s Point of View Luka had arranged for one of the strippers from his club to meet, he had a few girls on staff that were part of his VIP services. All the woman had regular health screenings as well as the men to ensure everyone’s healthy and wellbeing. Both parties checked before the scheduled time, so fo
Rebecca’s Point of View From the moment I heard Henry’s voice outside the club I knew I was safe. I clung to him like a child, the fear I faced just moments earlier shook me to the core. At first I was taken back by the ferocity Henry held me with, but I relished the familiar feeling from the day prior of safety to completely break down. I left his arms and lap only a few times, each time making me long for his warmth again. It was comfort and security… he read my body like no one had ever done before… the power and force that he had shown followed by tender attentiveness, it was so foreign to yet I wanted more of it. After we settled into his bungalow, he asked me about the events of the night. I didn’t tell him that I was looking for a 1 night stand, but I had been pretty factual. He let me know he’d been sent a video of me dancing on the pole… I couldn’t help but noticing his massive bulge hat was straining near my ass. I arched my back rubbing his swollen cock up and down my a
Henry’s Point of view: God she looked gorgeous standing in front of me in a red lace with black trim bralette that her voluptuous breast we’re trying to escape. With a black patient leather miniskirt that hugged her body. Hearing her moan while sighing with relief from the release from the pleasure and pain of binding her waistline, had me wondering if this seemingly innocent woman had a naughty side to her.… no matter how hard I squeeze my throbbing dick, I find no relief… how does she do it… “Baby girl, how do you manage to be achieve greater beauty every time. Tell me, did you like the pain and discomfort from the corset?” A smirk on my face, because as I suspected my question would make her blush. She bit her lip while she rubbed her thighs together, I watched as her arousal started to coat the inside of her thighs. “Do… do you think that’s weird?” She asked timidly. I closed the space between us while letting out a deep groan; I put my palm on the side of her face and sli
Henry’s Point of View: “May I kiss him?” Those 4 words had undone me like I never expected; from the gentle kisses she placed on the head of my cock, to her running her tongue from the base of my shaft up to the head only to have her take me deep in her throat. I was unprepared for the mind blowing blow job that only fueled my desire for her more. I broke our passionate kiss… “My rules baby girl” my voice dripping with desire and lust as I rubbed her clit. With her leg draped over my thigh I had open access to her dripping pussy. Her moaning was the fuel I needed, lifting my hand from her clit earned me a whimper. Slap! My hand came down on her needy pussy, earning me the amazing reward of her “ahhh, mmmmhhhmm” as I suspected she had a kinky side. “Tonight is about your pleasure, not mine.” My domination coming through. I rubbed the slap making her moan more before slapping her sensitive pussy again. “I told you I’d punish you for breaking the rules…” my voice trailed off a
Henry’s Point of View: “May I kiss him?” Those 4 words had undone me like I never expected; from the gentle kisses she placed on the head of my cock, to her running her tongue from the base of my shaft up to the head only to have her take me deep in her throat. I was unprepared for the mind blowing blow job that only fueled my desire for her more. I broke our passionate kiss… “My rules baby girl” my voice dripping with desire and lust as I rubbed her clit. With her leg draped over my thigh I had open access to her dripping pussy. Her moaning was the fuel I needed, lifting my hand from her clit earned me a whimper. Slap! My hand came down on her needy pussy, earning me the amazing reward of her “ahhh, mmmmhhhmm” as I suspected she had a kinky side. “Tonight is about your pleasure, not mine.” My domination coming through. I rubbed the slap making her moan more before slapping her sensitive pussy again. “I told you I’d punish you for breaking the rules…” my voice trailed off a
Henry’s Point of view: God she looked gorgeous standing in front of me in a red lace with black trim bralette that her voluptuous breast we’re trying to escape. With a black patient leather miniskirt that hugged her body. Hearing her moan while sighing with relief from the release from the pleasure and pain of binding her waistline, had me wondering if this seemingly innocent woman had a naughty side to her.… no matter how hard I squeeze my throbbing dick, I find no relief… how does she do it… “Baby girl, how do you manage to be achieve greater beauty every time. Tell me, did you like the pain and discomfort from the corset?” A smirk on my face, because as I suspected my question would make her blush. She bit her lip while she rubbed her thighs together, I watched as her arousal started to coat the inside of her thighs. “Do… do you think that’s weird?” She asked timidly. I closed the space between us while letting out a deep groan; I put my palm on the side of her face and sli
Rebecca’s Point of View From the moment I heard Henry’s voice outside the club I knew I was safe. I clung to him like a child, the fear I faced just moments earlier shook me to the core. At first I was taken back by the ferocity Henry held me with, but I relished the familiar feeling from the day prior of safety to completely break down. I left his arms and lap only a few times, each time making me long for his warmth again. It was comfort and security… he read my body like no one had ever done before… the power and force that he had shown followed by tender attentiveness, it was so foreign to yet I wanted more of it. After we settled into his bungalow, he asked me about the events of the night. I didn’t tell him that I was looking for a 1 night stand, but I had been pretty factual. He let me know he’d been sent a video of me dancing on the pole… I couldn’t help but noticing his massive bulge hat was straining near my ass. I arched my back rubbing his swollen cock up and down my a
“What’s the rush sweetheart?” A husky voice snaps my head up… it’s him. The man who owned the eyes… my emotions are all over the place, fear… embarrassment… and sadness. His arms had wrapped around my waist when I ran into him, he moved his arms up to hold me tight. “Shhh you’re safe, I’ll keep you safe.” He whispered in my ear as he held me tight, preventing me from pushing away from him. I know I had wanted him earlier, but after everything that just happened all I wanted was to be back home with my babies. I need to be smart, I had been reckless over the past few hours for selfish reasons… all because I wanted to feel desired. ———————————————————————————— Henry’s Point of View Luka had arranged for one of the strippers from his club to meet, he had a few girls on staff that were part of his VIP services. All the woman had regular health screenings as well as the men to ensure everyone’s healthy and wellbeing. Both parties checked before the scheduled time, so fo
Henry’s Point of View The car ride to the ferry was consumed by silence, however it wasn’t awkward, it was… an easy silence. Once on the ferry, Rebecca and I left the car and headed to the lounge. It was there over what I now know is her favorite drink, a margarita, that we start to talk. I let her know I was a divorce coach and doing some work at the resort. I let her know that Lena had hired me to be her personal coach, which was met with mixed facial emotions. She chuckled yet a sadness returned to her eyes; her face is like a picture book, no words needed. After arriving at the port in Split, we had a short drive to my favorite spot Dvor. I had only ever thought of bringing Beth here until now. The conversation flowed easily, but I couldn’t shake the sadness that escaped her earlier. “Henry thank you for bringing me here, this is probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. Do you have anything planned for after?” The nope in her voice that I’d say no. “Unfortunately, I do”
Beck’s point of view J and his team were miracle workers, in the few hours they had I was pampered with a deep conditioning of my naturally curly hair, mani/pedi, a facial, and J with those magic hands of there’s cut my hair to encourage my natural curl pattern. They showed me how to style my hair like I had always dreamed. And taught me how to apply a whole new makeup routine to accentuate the features I loved most about my face, my eyes. I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice… “Thank you J, you have helped me to see my beauty again. Words can not express the gratitude I have for you and your team.” J smiled and replied “Bitch your gorgeous, you just need a little help remembering. And I’m definitely going to take you up on a place to stay while in Boston…” they turned and started walking away, calling over there shoulder “The master isn’t done with their muse!” It was almost time for the car to pick me up, I stood in front
***Rebecca’s Point of View*** My ears are ringing as I hear the words coming from Sam… “Look Rebecca, this was all your dream. I never wanted to move to the city, I was content in the suburbs close to my family. Sure I told you to go for the job, but I honestly didn’t have any faith you’d land the job. So here we are 17 months later and our lease is up so I’m out. Don’t act all surprised, I don’t come home for you it’s been for the kids. And they’re teens now so they’ll understand. But I can’t stay with a woman I don’t love, am repulsed to touch, and is the cause of my misery.” My chest is heavy, the ringing in my ears is so loud. I start to wake and realize it’s a dream, well really my nightmare. As I wake more I realize the ringing is my villa phone, let it ring. I’m in no mood after my session in the gym… the memories flood in of the gym, of shamelessly ogling Henry and the embarrassment that followed… The way he commanded me was what I had always wanted Sam to do to me… t
***Henry’s point of view*** My cousin Lena and I were gearing up for a launch of our new executive retreat for c-suite executives in Croatia; she was good friends with the founder and CEO of the Fortune 500 company that she worked for and they had put up a substantial stake of start up costs as a silent partner in my new company. I wasn’t new to business, but after a mess divorce I had sold my company to prevent my ex wife and her new toy from having any shares. This was a clean break, she’d received a buyout and what I had spent 30 years building into a national brand was no longer mine. I’d come up with the idea for the retreat during my own post divorce spiral, I’d taken my part of the proceeds traveling the world and had found peace in Croatia. Beth and I didn’t have kids because she didn’t want them even though I did. But I loved her and agreed to live the childless life she so desired. So disappearing from the corporate world for the last 5 years had been a major transforma
I spent the first 2 days on the island drinking, smoking the island grown ganja, ugly crying, and when I reach exhaustion sleeping for 10 hrs. Something I hand done in years because I need to keep everything perfect for Sam so he’d love me. I’d called all 3 of my kids this morning, Damien reassured we that everything was fine. Turns out he had contacted Lena this past weekend and Lena had arranged for me to attend a retreat of the coast of Croatia that was geared towards helping executives decompress from the stress of high demand jobs. An executive I was not and I love my job so I don’t find it stressful, but I wasn’t going to complain and knew I was in much need of intense therapy. I was moving past the sadness and grief and was spiraling into anger. I needed to let it out and at the suggestion of the staff I went to a kick boxing lesson with one of the staff coaches. I walked into the gym to find several young men, maybe in their 30’s working with a few other retreat guests.