She thought she’d be satiated for the rest of the month. Instead, she spread her legs across her double bed and went to work, rubbing the tip of her vibrator across her pelvis.
Eden closed her eyes. She dragged the vibrator lower, applying pressure against her outer lips and mimicking the memory of her thumb.Histhumb.Benson. The name was a key turning in a lock she had never known she needed to confront until that day.Benson.So much sexier than Bryce, let alone for a man twenty years older than her, and so devilishly handsome.
That key opened a room where the shadows moved like his body against hers.
The vibrator clicked on. A steady hum pulsed through her pelvis and up her spine. Now, she wasn't in her bed anymore. She was back in the cottage, the scent of sea salt and tropical blossoms heavy in the air, the ceiling fan spinning a hypnotic circle above them.
All while Benson teased her while she was tied up in his bed. After he had asked her about another man and fingered her right there at the dinner table.So. Hot.Her clit agreed as it danced with the vibrations now coming dangerously closer to it. Eden moved a hand up to her chest, pushing beneath her robe and finding one of her nipples. She wanted to feel the whole experience. Just like she had last weekend.
“Oh, God…” She caught more words in her throat as she stimulated one nipple and pressed the vibrator against her entrance. She didn’t push it in. Not yet. This was all about the long-game. The tease. The agonizing crescendo toward getting railed like the slut she was.
In the dark theater of her mind, the scene shifted. It wasn't the cottage anymore. It was some opulent room where she had waited for him. He was there, standing over the bed, fully dressed in that sharp suit from the office, while she was naked and splayed out for him.
Look at you,his voice was a low rumble, a vibration that seemed to sink directly into her bones.Did you really think you could forget this? That you could go back to your simple life and not ache for me?
Her finger touched the power button, increasing the speed. The hum became a thrum. The kind of insistent beat that matched the rapid route of her pulse.
You touch yourself,the fantasy Benson continued, his phantom fingers tilting back her head.But it's not enough, is it? Your fingers are too small. Too soft. They don't know how to make you beg.
He was right. Her own fingers on her nipple felt clumsy and inadequate. She pinched harder, trying to replicate the possessive sting of his hand, the way he knew exactly how much pressure it took to send a jolt straight to her core.
I know what you need, Eden. You need to be filled. Stretched. You need to be so full of me you can't think.
The tip of the vibrator, slick with her own arousal, finally breached her entrance. She slid it slowly, an inch at a time, her eyes rolling back in her head as the buzzing warmth spread through her. It was a poor substitute for the real thing, such as the solid, demanding weight of him, but it was enough to fan the flames of her fantasy. Soon, they would be high enough to lick the ceiling.
That's it,he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.Take it. But don't you dare come.
She froze, her hand stilling, the vibrator buried deep inside her. The command was so clear, so absolute, that her body instinctively obeyed. Her muscles clenched around the toy with a desperate plea.
You don't get to come until I say so. And I'm not there to feel you clench around my cock, to feel your body shake as you scream my name. So you'll wait. You'll lie in your bed, with your cunt dripping and aching for me, and you’ll wait until I’m inside you again.
The vibrator grew more demanding. The pressure continued to build into a coil of hot need in her stomach. She wanted to move, to thrust, to chase the release that was just out of reach. But she couldn't. Not without his permission.
Good girl, the phantom Benson praised, his hand wrapping around her throat, not to choke her, but to hold her in place, to assert his dominance.You're so much more satisfying when you're obedient.
He squeezed gently, a possessive caress that sent a thrill through her.
Tell me what you want.
Her own breath was gone, the words a ragged whisper into the quiet of her room. “You.”
Louder.
“You,” she repeated, her voice stronger, more certain. “I want you.”
Not good enough. Tell me what you want me to do to you.
The fantasy was so vivid, so intense, that it was almost real. The heat of his body, the weight of his gaze, and the ghost of his touch. They were all there, pleasuring her. “I want you to fuck me,” she confessed. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
As you wish.
He thrust into her, not with the vibrator, but with mere memory. The feel of him, hot and hard, stretching her, filling her until she was sure she would break. The fantasy was so potent that her own body reacted, her hips bucking involuntarily as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
That’s it,he growled, his rhythm a relentless, punishing beat that pushed her closer to the edge.Take my cock. Take all of it. You’re mine, Eden. All mine.
Her name. Her real name. Because this was almost more real than being on the island.
He reached between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. The stimulation was almost too much, a sweet agony that sent her spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. Her orgasm built quickly. Just as she was about to crest, he whispered one last command.Come for me.