“Are you sure?” He held me steady with his other hand. “The infamous purple one was missing from your closet the other day...”
“Were you planning to use it on yourself while I was gone? Patiently awaiting the opportunity?”
He trailed the vibrator around to my stomach and pulled me back against him, letting me feel his hardened dick against my skin. “I thought we agreed on no self-pleasure either...” He softly bit my shoulder. “You’re cheating on me with a vibrator?”
My voice caught in my throat as he trailed his other hand against my sides and up to my bound wrists. He started to rub his palm against the rope, chafing my skin.
“Jonathan...That hurts...”
He continued rubbing against it, forcing the bristles to slowly tear into my flesh, and he suddenly stopped.
I heard a clanking noise above me—the harsh sound of metal grinding against metal. Then I felt my body slowly tilting to my right—turning and turning until I was upside down with my entangled fingertips grazing the floor.
I looked up and saw Jonathan standing in between my legs, and I swallowed. “What are you doing?”
He snatched my panties off and slipped his tongue in between my legs, making me cry out.
Ignoring my moans, he held a strange bottle over me and squeezed it—letting the warm liquid drizzle all over me.
I shut my eyes as blood rushed to my head, as he dipped his head low again and teasingly slid his tongue into me. I started to relax as he established a torturous rhythm: probing his tongue in and out of me, swirling it against my clit, French kissing my lips...
I felt my insides quivering, begging for more, but he stopped.
I looked up at him in confusion—longing for him to continue, but he laughed and grabbed something off the table.
Before I could say anything, he smacked my ass with a leather whip. Hard.
I screamed out and he smacked it again. And again.
“This is what you honestly like?” He placed the tip of the whip between my legs, tapping it against my swollen lower lips. “I’m not going to turn you right side up unless you tell me the truth...Is this what you like?”
I didn’t answer. I just moaned as he dropped the whip to the floor and positioned his dick against me.
I braced myself for the much needed sex—using what little control I had to flex my hips, but he grabbed my waist and held me still.
“Do you know how hard it is not to fuck you right now, Claire?” He rubbed his dick against me—back and forth, again and again—but not entering me.
I scraped my nails against the floor to deflect some of the pleasure, and tried not to cry out in utter frustration.
I failed.
“Please, Jonathannnn...”
He slipped two fingers inside of me, groaning once he felt how wet I was. He slowly slid them in and out, making both of us moan with each deep stroke.
I shook my head and bit my lip, begging him to stand me up and fuck me, but he answered each of my pleas with a tender kiss against my thighs.
He continued to torture me with his fingers, and my thoughts became hazy; I started to feel familiar tremors traveling up and down my body.
“Ohhhh, god...” I started shaking—convulsing, getting ready to let go. But he didn’t let me cum.
He flipped me right side up in seconds and looked into my eyes.
Holding the vibrator against my clit, he brought his face close to mine and whispered. “How would you like me to finish this?”
By fucking me...
“I can’t read your mind.” He lied, smiling. “How would you like me to finish this?”
“By fucking me...”
“With my mouth?”
“With your dick...Now please.”
“I don’t think it would be special if we had sex right now...” He moved the vibrator away and my insides continued to throb in tortured pleasure. “It wouldn’t make us feel intimate...”
“Please...” I pleaded with my eyes and I could tell he was about to give in. I tried to push myself forward so I could kiss his lips, so I could convince him that I needed this, but he stepped back.
“After we’re married.” He kissed the tip of my nose and pulled his pants back up, leaving me panting and utterly lost. He freed my legs from the weights and slowly untied the rope from around my hands.
I fell into him and told him to take me back to my suite, but he lifted me up and laid me on the table, flat on my stomach. I didn’t even bother asking why. I was too frustrated.
I shut my eyes and vowed not to speak to him for a while, but I suddenly felt him placing warm stones down the center of my back. “Talk to me...” he whispered.
“About what? Sexual frustration?”
“If that’s what you want...”
I sighed. “Did my friends see you? Do they know that you’re here?”
“No.” He kneaded his hands against my sides. “They were way too drunk to pay attention to anything. I had Greg take them back to your villa so they wouldn’t pass out in that so-called club.”
“How thoughtful of you...”
He added a few more warm stones against my back. “Thank you.”
“What happened to your Vegas party? Was it that boring that you felt the need to come and ruin mine?”
“I didn’t ruin your party.” He kissed my hair. “I was having a pretty good time in Vegas, but I received a distractingly sexy ‘makeover’ picture from my fiancée while I was at a club.”
“I don’t remember typing ‘come crash my party’ at the bottom of it.”
“It was implied.” He pushed my new swooped bangs away from my face. “I didn’t want to wait until you came home to see you like this.”
“Really? Because I think it’s because you can’t go more than three days without touching me.”
“Four. I do have some restraint.”
I rolled my eyes and felt him removing the stones. “I’m never drinking that much again...I can’t even remember how many shots I had...Oh, and just so there are no secrets between us: I danced with a lot of men, tonight. And you know what? I loved it, just like Helen said I would...”
“Shhhh.” He sighed as he began pressing his hands into my back. “Be quiet, Claire.”
“No...You said you wanted me to talk.” I shut my eyes. “If you can crash my party and deny me sex, you can listen to...” I yawned. “You can let me tell you...” His hands felt too good to be true. “All about...”
Everything went black.
I woke up and realized I was in my suite. The sun was slowly rising outside my window and Jonathan was standing over me, fully dressed and fluffing my pillow. On the nightstand to my left he’d placed three bottles of orange juice, a bottle of Tylenol, and a note: “Enjoy the rest of your week in Costa Rica, Future Wife.”
“You’re leaving?” My throat was dry.
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Your friends will be waking up soon. I’m sure you’ll want to rehash last night with them. Tell Helen to send me the receipt for the villa and anything she and your friends bought this week. I’ll reimburse whatever she spent.”
“Okay...Can you take a shower with me before you go?”
“Of course.” He smiled and slid his arms beneath me to pick me up. He carried me into the bathroom and quickly removed my slip.
As he placed me inside the shower and turned on the water, I thought about how I was going to seduce him and make him give me some damn sex.
He’d been right hours ago. The last few nights had been horrible. My body craved his body every night; it ached for his touch like it wouldn’t survive without it.
I can’t believe I asked him to be abstinent! What the hell was I thinking?!
He joined me underneath the steamy water and ran his fingers through my damp bangs. “I really love what they did to your hair. Are they doing it for our wedding?”
I nodded. “In exchange for throwing a party on one of your yachts this winter. I already told them they could.”
“What if I say no?”