Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
But, the next five days belonged to me.
Maybe…just maybe I could persuade him that I was enough. Fuck, who was I trying to fool? Even I didn’t fall for that ridiculous lie. I would never be enough for someone like Eli.
“Hey, angel, where did you go?” Eli’s husky voice interrupted my pathetic thoughts. “I don’t like the look on your face. Do we need to stop? It’s okay if we do.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“No!” I practically roared. “I’m good. Very good. Better than good.” I smiled at him and wiped my insecurities away. If five days of fun was all I was going to get, I planned on enjoying Eli enough to last me a lifetime.
“You sure? It looked like you zoned out on me.”
I wiggled my ass, loving the way the plug moved inside me, and answered, “Nope. I’m right here. With you.” Hint. Hint. “I’m not sure how you and I on this balcony is going to prove or disprove my kink for exhibitionism. Sure the cameras are there, but they don’t really count since I can’t see anybody on the other side.” There…that sounded worldly.
He patted my ass then nudged the emerald tip of the plug, sending waves of excitement through my body. “Maybe I want to keep all this base for my eyes only.” His hand landed on my ass, aka base, in what sounded a lot like a slap and felt like a sweet sting. I shouldn’t like it. I’d preached about me not liking it…yet here I was, liking the shit out of it.
Suddenly, Eli stepped away from me, dragging my attention away from my new, questionable desire to dabble in spankings and all other things considered wickedly delightful. My eyes drifted up to look at him. Fuck, he was gorgeous…and his eyes were eating me alive. I’d never felt more desired in my entire life. Eli’s look and the feeling it gave me could be addictive.
“Where ya going, handsome?” I asked playfully in a fake southern voice.
He grinned. “I’m thinking about lunch, angel. Surely you’re hungry after our sex-a-thon?”
“Uh…yeah…got other things on my mind right now, though,” I answered. “Can we talk about food later?”
Rubbing his chiseled abs, he responded, “Nope. I’m hungry now. I ordered you some fruits and cheeses and me a steak.” He turned back toward the open doors that led back inside our room. “Wait. I think I hear them knocking now. I’ll be right back.” Tossing a grin over his shoulder, he added, “Don’t you go anywhere!”
I stared at his disappearing back for a few seconds as my mind worked to click all the slots into place. Oh, shit. He’d ordered food. Somebody was bringing food out here. I heard voices inside the cabin. Unable to stop myself, I glanced down to take a quick look at what type of picture of debauchery I presented. Hands and arms securely tied? Check. Legs spread wide? Check. Cock and balls on display for a stranger to see? Check.
Oh, shit. I could do this. Couldn’t I? Yes, I really could. I’d fantasized about doing this and now here it was.
Two men, one carrying a tray and one pushing a food cart, stepped out onto the balcony. Eli was right behind them, a wicked smile on his face. To their credit, the men didn’t look uncomfortable or nervous about me being bound to a lounge chair on my private balcony. Actually, they hardly looked at me at all, which made me wonder what kinds of things they saw on these cruises all the time. It was clear they were carefully following Eli’s instructions—giving him all the power.
He stepped around them and said, “Please put the platter on the table and bring the cart over to the lounge chair.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch reassuring and giving me courage. “Angel, this is Frederick,” he gestured to the hottie holding the platter. “Our other server is Tomas. Would you like to greet them?”
Greet them? I was doing my fucking best to not burst out giggling—I did that when I was nervous…and I was very damned nervous. “Sure, I guess so. Hey, guys.” I sounded like an idiot.
“Are you okay, angel?”
“Yes.” I really was okay. At least my cock was. It was harder than it had ever been in my life.
“Excellent. Gentlemen, please clean your hands with the sanitizer I gave you and then put these gloves on, please.”
Gloves? That gave me more than a twinge of worry. Exhibitionism was one thing—sharing Eli was another. Since I was a jealous bitch, I was certain sharing wouldn’t be my thing. At least not sharing my man. Why would Eli not discuss this with me first? What would he allow them to do to me? I felt my anxiety start to ramp up, but then Eli laid his hand by on my shoulder and it calmed. He wouldn’t allow them to do anything to me that I didn’t want.