“Tell the captain to pull anchor,” Creighton ordered as soon as they stepped on board his yacht. “We’re leaving immediately. Miss Dennis and I will have supper in our room.” Garman nodded in acknowledgement of Creighton’s orders and left the deck while the two walked into the parlor.“How long before we get…where are we going?” Sandra asked as he shut the glass door.“Hyères. It’s a port south of here. It’s not somewhere that we can easily be followed, at least not as quickly as they found us here and not a place I normally visit, so we should be able to throw the boys off our track.” He led them to the leather sofa and continued to hold her hand as they sat down together.“How did they find us?” she asked while the roar of the ship’s engines started.“Something else you should know,” he said glancing down at their conjoined fingers rather than at her. “I own the hotel you were staying at. It wasn’t difficult to find me in France. I’m either there or here.” Sandra’s eyes widened as sh
Sandra felt extremely pampered as she slipped into the hot water, gasping at the depth of the porcelain lining. She turned the knobs on the side of the tub and sighed as the jets came to life, bubbling gently across her tired body. She slowly reclined beneath the scented water and closed her eyes. She could easily become used to this, she thought under the drying layer of mud.Several long minutes passed before a soft tapping sounded at the door, making Sandra reluctantly open her eyes in time to see Creighton step across the threshold, the familiar thick blue robe across one arm and two glasses of white wine in his hands. He smiled brightly at her as he moved closer to the edge of the tub, tossing the robe to the nearby bench before sitting on the rim and handing her a glass. “You look much more relaxed,” he said in a husky tone as he watched her sit up a little, trying to sip from the glass around a hard, crusted green face.“I am really sorry for the way I snapped at you,” she sai
“I need you to not be mad at me anymore,” he whispered, wrapping her in his warm embrace, moving her hips down to meet his thrusts. “I could never stay mad at you,” she assured him. “It’s just that these feelings I have for you scare the hell out of me.”“I feel exactly the same about you. Please don’t be frightened. We’ll work this out together.” He thrust into her harder and quicker, causing her to moan again. “I need you Sandra. Please my love, cum with me.” She moaned again as he whispered his plea to her, his hard thrusting grew more urgent, water splashing against the side of the tub, the bubbles from the jets tickling her hips as she moved.His fingers began searching and found the hidden, pulsating nub of her clitoris, rubbing and tugging gently until she started to moan. Within a few moments, she was feeling the dizziness increase, her climax imminent, and she clung to him, lifting herself off him and quickly ramming back down to absorb full contact of him as his hips thru
A few hours later, they lay spread out across the bed completely naked, the kinky kit opened as they continued to sort through it. They had eaten supper in bed, then sent the pictures of her vacation to her sister and grandparents. Sandra reviewed the pictures with Creighton, laughing over them, reliving the memories together. She had no idea he had taken so many photos of her parasailing and laughed at the expression on her face, a mixture of joy and fear. The pictures she had taken on their diving excursion were amazing, crystal clear and beautiful. They would keep her family talking about her trip for days to come.They downloaded the many photos of Sandra modeling Sabrina’s gown as well, before e-mailing them to her. Creighton was delighted with all of them and insisted that his sister would undoubtedly achieve her grade without hesitation. Sandra had to admit, they were stunning. The gown was exquisite, the photos nicely done and even she couldn’t deny how elegant she appeared in
He pulled her wrists forward and secured them within the leather restraints, then stepped back, admiring his handiwork. He slowly smiled at her, reaching for the plug-in massager her grandfather uses and plugged it in next to the bed.“Know what this is?” he asked, and she looked at the long handle with the ball on the end.“It’s a massager,” she told him. “My grandfather used it after he injured his knee.” Creighton laughed and switched it on.“Not exactly the same thing,” he told her, pressing the round ball against her breast. She gasped in surprise, watching him smile. “I’m going to put this between your legs and force you to cum. Once you have, I’m going to stop until you calm down and do it again,” he told her. “After I’ve had my fill of watching you, I’m going to love you while you’re tied up. When I’m finished, I’ll unfasten you and you can sleep if you want.”“And if I don’t want to?” she asked bravely, feeling the moisture already begin to pool between her legs. He smiled at
“I’m cumming,” she gasped, and the wand turned back on as he tugged at her nipples, causing her to cry out a deep growl. In a fluent movement, he pulled on the strings holding her nipples prisoner and quickly jerked them off. The sensation was unexpected, and she felt a complete agonizingly erotic burst of desire. He continued pressing and massaging the small wet bud of her clitoris, until she was panting heavily, before switching the wand off and massaging the sides of her breasts.“Sensitive?” he asked when he touched her nipples and she nodded. “Did you like that?” “I wasn’t expecting it. It was pretty intense and very…” she couldn’t think of the right word to describe how it felt.“Fetishistic? Perverse? Dark?” Sandra giggled.“That’s close,” she told him, smiling as he laughed behind her.“Have you had enough, or do you think you can go again?”“I can go for more,” she answered, thankful that the mask covered so much of her face, so not all the scarlet coloring was visible.“Go
“We arrived in Hyères late last night,” he told her as he straightened up. “We need to eat and get moving. I had Abigail wash your clothes, so they are at least clean for you, but I still want to buy you more. There is a little shop in port that Sabrina loves. She practically buys everything in the place whenever she’s here, so I thought we should be able to find some things for you. I have a car waiting for us and I’ve made hotel reservations for the night in Loiret. We’ll meet with Aryana and Daniel tomorrow afternoon.”“I still don’t like the idea of you buying me clothes.”“We’ve already been through this. I’m going to buy you some clothes because yours are currently in the custody of the authorities as they try to find out who broke into your room. Unless you’re going to travel completely naked, which I wouldn’t object to in the least, you will have to consent to letting me purchase you what you need. End of discussion.”“But Creighton, I have my own money,” she began, receiving
“I’m cumming, Sandra,” he growled, and she removed him from her mouth, stroking him hard and fast. He groaned in surprise as he released into her hand, growling as he came. He drew a deep breath a moment later to help steady his nerves and looked down at her, shivering as she licked the underside of his quivering penis. She leaned back and lifted her hand, looking at the sticky white liquid he had spilled.“So, this is what it looks like,” she said amazed. He reached down and pulled her up by the shoulders, pushing her against the back of the shower stall.“I will never cease to be amazed by you,” he growled, pressing his mouth against her hard and demanding, his tongue thrusting deep into her. She moaned against him as he removed his lips all too soon, her hand still filled with the result of her assault on him.“Do you like how it feels?” he asked her, and she looked down at her hand. She smiled at him and nodded. It was hot and sticky, but not unpleasant. It was erotic to watch h