I eased a fingertip into her pussy and then another, setting a sensual pace of finger fucking her. Her hands clenched the top of the towel and her mouth parted, her breath hitching when my thumb rested upon her clit and swirled.
“They’ll know,” she breathed.
“Know what?”
“If they see a photo of your hand under the towel.”
“And what would it look like?” My thumb increased its pace, beating that throbbing nub.
She peered over her sunglasses. “I mean, it looks like we’re…”
“That’s the point.”
“It looks like we’re crazy for each other.”
“I agree, it does.”
She pulled off her glasses and looked at me. “Why can’t this be us for real?”
“You like this?” I inserted my little finger into her ass, just a bit, and penetrated her pussy with my thumb at the same time.
“Oh, you’re putting your…”
“You’ve been wearing your ass jewel?”
“Didn’t bring it because of…s…s…security.” She was breathless.
“My finger will have to do for now, then.”
She nodded frantically. “Why can’t you always treat me like this?”
My touch stilled.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
I resumed my probing of both her orifices with my right hand and flicked her clit with my left. “We can’t be more, Pandora. You hate me.”
Her neck tilted back as she neared orgasm. My firm fingers pounded her faster as I strummed her clit furiously. She was soaking my hands, causing my dick to harden.
She arched her back, her thighs shuddering, toes curling, her body going rigid—her climax was a thing of beauty.
She found her breath again. “I’m in love with…the way you touch me.”
“Not with me?”
“You wouldn’t want that.” Her eyes softened with confusion. “Would you?”
Looking away and then finding her eyes again, I tried to convey that I could never love her. My throat constricted at the lie. She was infuriating, and totally spoiled, but she was the first woman I had ever agreed to marry when my father had broached the idea to elevate our status.
I wiped my hands on the towel and tossed it on the ground.
“What are you thinking?” she asked softly.
Pandora was pretty and sweet, and pliable, and should she prove as kinky as me and be willing to explore the depravity I craved, I could see us becoming more. Not just as a token to please society but with a relationship that went deeper—maybe even leading to love.
She was reading me and for the first time since I’d known her, I sensed she could see through me like glass, my soul bared for her.
“Did you enjoy me fingering you?” I asked huskily.
She sat up on the lounger. “Can we continue this conversation in private?”
“We can discuss it here.”
Her eyes widened with insistence. “Inside.”
Here it comes, the first argument of our trip.
Pushing to my feet I said, “Tell me what you want.”
She glanced at my cock. “I’m ready.”
“For what?”
“To be taught how to be your submissive.” She licked her lower lip sensually. “I’m done with foreplay. Prepare me for Vanguard.”
She wrapped a towel around herself and stood up and padded toward the villa.
When she reached the door, she glanced back at me with a sultry look, her hair blowing in the wind, her face flushed and lips pouty.
And here I was, captured completely in the snare of Pandora Bardot’s aura—my life interwoven with hers as though we’d always been destined to be together.
She’d left a trail of her flowery perfume in the air. My soul yearned for the endless ocean between us to disappear, wanting nothing more than to plunder the treasure that was her.
The fact she wanted this, too, felt surreal—like all my expectations for her as a sub might come true.
I headed inside after Pandora, finding her in the luxurious sitting room.
She sat on the edge of an armchair. “Where do you want me?”
“Talking is good,” I began.
Her brow knitted together.
“Look, when I introduced you to my dungeon, we were in a different place.”
She shot to her feet. “You’re talking about optics?”
I sighed. “I only want a submissive in the bedroom. Other than that, I want my partner to be equal in all things.”
“So only submissive in the dungeon?”
“Correct.”
“Okay, I like that.”
“Yes, but the fact is, should you become my submissive, you’d fall deeply in love with me.”
“Maybe not.”
“You will, Pandora. It’s inevitable.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
My silence was her answer. Our future was never destined to happen.
She stormed past me.
I grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving. She pulled away, then came at me and shoved my chest.