Fallon flung
herself across the bed, face first, and gave in to the tears that had
threatened to spill over ever since Richard offered his asinine apology. Even
though she’d just had an incredible orgasm, her body hummed with need. Finger
fucking was fine, to a point, but when you reached that point, there was only
one thing that would satisfy. She needed a cock.
Her pussy ached to feel Richard inside her. How many times since the day he’d come to her office with his Bimbo had she imagined his magnificent cock inside her? How many times had she read the file and relived that day, remembered how her mouth had watered at the sight of his cock, how she’d wanted to pull the bitch off the stool and take her place? How many times had she brought herself to completion just reading about the orgasm she’d had while imagining his face buried between her legs?
She rolled over and caught a glimpse of herself in the overhead mirror. This week she’d experienced more sexually than in the rest of her life combined, all thanks to Richard, the idiot. Nothing he’d done, not even blackmailing her to be his Sub for the week, had changed her feelings for him. If anything, she’d fallen deeper in love with him. He had only to walk into the room and her heart skipped a beat, and her core melted. But was that enough?
What kind of future did they have? He wouldn’t make love to her, for reasons she couldn’t begin to fathom. She’d almost changed her mind about leaving the ship, had thought about approaching Ryan and Richard about a new behavioral study involving dominant and submissive couples, but if Candace was right, they were going to sell the ship. If they did, she didn’t want to stay aboard. Who knew what kind of person the new owner would be? Would they allow her to use the passengers for her research, or would she be nothing more than an employee?
Too many questions and zero answers. That’s all she had. She could have stayed on the island with Ryan and Candace, or taken Richard’s helicopter to the mainland and put a quick end to this torment. But she hadn’t, and now she had two days to find out what Richard was up to, and to make a decision about her future.
Knowing she wouldn’t sleep, Fallon put on the crew outfit she’d worn earlier and headed to her office. Better to spend the sleepless hours working on an outline for her new research idea, than obsessing over a man she couldn’t begin to understand.
Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t had dinner, so she swung into the late-night buffet. Thanks to a great metabolism, she’d always been able to eat just about anything she wanted without gaining weight. She loaded a plate with enough for two and stopped to scan the seating area for an empty table. Her skin tingled in warning a moment before one of the passengers came up behind her and she felt his lips brush across her nape. A shiver of disgust began at the spot his fleshy lips met her skin, and rippled through her like wind through autumn leaves.
“Ooooh Honey. You affect me the same way.”
Disbelief flashed through her mind and her free hand automatically went to her throat to find Richard’s collar, a symbol of possession no man would mistake. Her fingers found only skin, no collar. She closed her eyes and cursed Richard for not putting the collar back on her. Thanks to his ‘gentlemanly’ behavior, she was subjected to jerks like this one. She sucked a deep breath into unwilling lungs and turned.
The weasel straightened and had the nerve to grin at her. Something inside snapped and she upended her filled plate against the man’s hairy chest. He yelped and took a step back as the mixture of barbeque and potato salad clung to his chest, and then slid south. With a plate of his own in each hand, he couldn’t do anything but watch the hot mixture descend on his private parts, the ones she was sure he now wished he’d covered with the wrap he’d been provided.
“Yes, I’m sure you feel the same disgust I do, now.” Fallon dropped her empty plate on the nearest bus station and left.
Her pussy ached to feel Richard inside her. How many times since the day he’d come to her office with his Bimbo had she imagined his magnificent cock inside her? How many times had she read the file and relived that day, remembered how her mouth had watered at the sight of his cock, how she’d wanted to pull the bitch off the stool and take her place? How many times had she brought herself to completion just reading about the orgasm she’d had while imagining his face buried between her legs?
She rolled over and caught a glimpse of herself in the overhead mirror. This week she’d experienced more sexually than in the rest of her life combined, all thanks to Richard, the idiot. Nothing he’d done, not even blackmailing her to be his Sub for the week, had changed her feelings for him. If anything, she’d fallen deeper in love with him. He had only to walk into the room and her heart skipped a beat, and her core melted. But was that enough?
What kind of future did they have? He wouldn’t make love to her, for reasons she couldn’t begin to fathom. She’d almost changed her mind about leaving the ship, had thought about approaching Ryan and Richard about a new behavioral study involving dominant and submissive couples, but if Candace was right, they were going to sell the ship. If they did, she didn’t want to stay aboard. Who knew what kind of person the new owner would be? Would they allow her to use the passengers for her research, or would she be nothing more than an employee?
Too many questions and zero answers. That’s all she had. She could have stayed on the island with Ryan and Candace, or taken Richard’s helicopter to the mainland and put a quick end to this torment. But she hadn’t, and now she had two days to find out what Richard was up to, and to make a decision about her future.
Knowing she wouldn’t sleep, Fallon put on the crew outfit she’d worn earlier and headed to her office. Better to spend the sleepless hours working on an outline for her new research idea, than obsessing over a man she couldn’t begin to understand.
Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t had dinner, so she swung into the late-night buffet. Thanks to a great metabolism, she’d always been able to eat just about anything she wanted without gaining weight. She loaded a plate with enough for two and stopped to scan the seating area for an empty table. Her skin tingled in warning a moment before one of the passengers came up behind her and she felt his lips brush across her nape. A shiver of disgust began at the spot his fleshy lips met her skin, and rippled through her like wind through autumn leaves.
“Ooooh Honey. You affect me the same way.”
Disbelief flashed through her mind and her free hand automatically went to her throat to find Richard’s collar, a symbol of possession no man would mistake. Her fingers found only skin, no collar. She closed her eyes and cursed Richard for not putting the collar back on her. Thanks to his ‘gentlemanly’ behavior, she was subjected to jerks like this one. She sucked a deep breath into unwilling lungs and turned.
The weasel straightened and had the nerve to grin at her. Something inside snapped and she upended her filled plate against the man’s hairy chest. He yelped and took a step back as the mixture of barbeque and potato salad clung to his chest, and then slid south. With a plate of his own in each hand, he couldn’t do anything but watch the hot mixture descend on his private parts, the ones she was sure he now wished he’d covered with the wrap he’d been provided.
“Yes, I’m sure you feel the same disgust I do, now.” Fallon dropped her empty plate on the nearest bus station and left.