Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Your father is doing business in a fishing village?”
“No. He’s probably taking a plane from there to Madrid or somewhere like that.”
“You don’t want to go to Madrid?” Julian asked.
“I want to be alone with you. Without worrying about running into my father.”
His face softened at that, and he pressed a kiss to my temple.
“I guess you should be getting yourself packed now,” he said, scooting me off of his lap, so he could stand.
“I want to resent that,” I said, lips twitching. “But you’re not wrong. But I have to call Drea first,” I said, scrolling through my contacts to call her.
By the time I finished with the call to a super excited Drea, I could feel Julian’s presence in my doorway.
“What’s that look for?” I asked, finding him staring at me so intensely that I almost went back a step.
“I need you to hold onto something for me, pet,” he said.
“What? Like in my luggage?” I asked, brows pinching. “I mean… I’m not going to have much room, but I can tr—“
“I don’t mean in your luggage,” he said, reaching to pull something out of his pocket.
It was small and metal with a pink jeweled edge and the other edge was thick near the jeweled edge, then tapered.
A plug.
I mean, I knew about them. I’d seen them. But I definitely had never used one.
“Is that…”
“Yes,” he cut me off, nodding. “This,” he said, lifting it, and pressing it against my lips, “is what I need you to hold onto for me,” he said. “Open,” he demanded, and my lips parted immediately. “Suck,” he instructed, thrusting it in and out of my mouth a few times. “Now,” he said, pulling it out, “be a good girl and get on the bed for me. On all fours,” he clarified.
Was I going to let him… plug me?
And for what purpose?
I had to admit, though, that curiosity got the better of me. I climbed up on the bed, turning so my ass was facing him.
Walking up behind me, his hand pressed my upper half onto the mattress.
“Fucking beautiful view,” he murmured as I felt the cold metal of the plug tease over my ass cheek.
He moved it over then between.
There was a pause where I heard a pop of a cap, then cool, thick liquid ran over my skin, and the plug moved with it.
“I am going to claim every part of you,” he said, pressing the plug against me. “But I need to train your ass to be able to take me,” he explained as he pressed the plug harder, making it start to penetrate me.
“Breathe,” he demanded when I tensed. “Relax into it,” he instructed. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured as I took a slow, deep breath, then let it out.
The plug slipped in deeper.
Then, when it was buried in, Julian made a rumbling sound as he stepped back, looking at me.
“Fucking beautiful.”
Once the shock of the sensation wore off, I had to admit that there was a strange sort of pleasure in the sensation.
“Now what?” I asked, looking back at him.
“Now… you pack. And every move you make, you’re going to be thinking of having my cock in your ass,” he told me, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. “Then, when you are so wet you can’t take it anymore, I will give you a hint of what that is going to feel like. Now, get packing,” he demanded.
I waited until he walked away to try to move.
Only to find he was right.
Each movement made me aware of the plug. And it wasn’t long before the friction was creating an aching need deep inside as I carefully packed my suitcases.
I loved packing for the yacht because there were no baggage limits, so I could overpack without any issues.
Though as the time wore on, I was starting to regret all the trips back and forth to and from my closet and bathroom.
Like Julian had been listening for it, when I finally zipped my luggage, he appeared in the doorway.
“Are you ready for relief?” he asked, voice husky.
“Yes,” I admitted, too far gone to try to play it off.
“Then come here,” he said as he walked across the hall into his room, waiting for me just inside the door.
He closed the door after me then walked over to the bed, sitting off the end.
“Here,” he said, patting his lap.
Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings as I walked toward him, the movement of the plug making me almost whimper with need as I lowered myself over his lap.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as his hand massaged my ass before his fingers drifted inward, grabbing the jewel of the plug, and pulling slightly, then pushing it back in.
There was a moment of discomfort. Not from pain, just adjustment to a new sensation as he started to fuck my ass with the plug.