Read Destined to Play, Feel, Fly Trilogy Online
Authors: Indigo Bloome
‘All of that will need to be explained later, Dr Blake. You need to have signed a multitude of documents for legal purposes first.’
As twilight descends, Jeremy lights a fire in the suspended fireplace and ensures I am nestled cosily into the lounge. He won’t let me do anything — at all — as he buzzes around getting things organised for dinner. To my surprise and
delight, he delivers a perfectly chilled glass of Pouilly Fumé, my favourite French wine. I’m still awestruck by my environment and can only presume that we are somewhere in the southern hemisphere, judging by the stars which are just coming out. I don’t know how I arrived here, I don’t know the date or the time, he hasn’t mentioned my phone or its whereabouts and I haven’t bothered to ask. I sense the answers to my many questions would be deemed irrelevant by Dr Quinn, so I let them float away with the rapidly disappearing light of the day.
After a scrumptious dinner of grilled salmon with Asian greens, we snuggle together on the lounge by the light of the fire and have what becomes one of our many conversations over the course of the next few days.
The whole question thing still makes me hesitate but I ask nevertheless.
‘Can I ask you something?’
‘Of course.’ I’m relieved it is no longer an issue.
‘What would have happened if I had said no to you on Friday night?’
‘No to staying, or no to being blind?’
‘Both, I suppose.’
‘I would have persuaded you. I always have.’
‘Why can’t I ever say no to you, Jeremy?’
‘Do you wish you could?’
‘I’m honestly not sure, it’s weird. Parts of me do and parts of me don’t. I can’t help but think about my marriage, so I doubt I’ll feel great about it when I return home and reality bites, but then again, it has been years since Robert and I have been together in a sexual sense.’
‘Really? What’s going on there? I can’t manage to keep my hands off you for more than a few hours at a time.’ His
previously resting hand slides smoothly up my leg towards my thigh.
‘I’m not sure … but after all of this, I’m not sure I can return to my asexual life. It never bothered me before, but now … well, let’s say I feel like a dormant volcano that has well and truly erupted due to significant seismic activity.’
‘Are you calling me seismic, Dr Blake?’ He manoeuvres himself between my legs.
‘And then some, Dr Quinn. Seriously, what do you think?’ I impede his progress.
‘It never feels wrong when we are together, Alex, no matter what the circumstances and now it’s even more important than ever.
‘Really? Please don’t tell me you can justify being here with me purely in the name of research?’
‘No, not that exactly.’ I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue his explanation. ‘It is just that our relationship with each other goes much further back than it does with anyone else. In reality, we have been with each other on and off for almost half our lives. It feels like I am meant to be with you, like we’ve always been connected somehow and just needed to find our way back to each other. We’ve shared so much that I don’t feel like it’s wrong or bad. It’s difficult for me to feel guilty about it because I don’t care how “society” views our relationship. And with what you have told me about Robert, he is wasting you, and I want you, very, very badly. As I said before, I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and being in it like this is just icing on the cake.’ He tweaks my nipples playfully to coincide with his last point and continues, ‘It is pure dynamite when we are together, and I’m coming to understand that I have been an idiot for allowing you to be out of my life for so long. You have
your children, which you have always wanted, and not much of a marriage by the sounds of it. I have my career, which has been my focus to this point and my focus is now you. I love you, Alexandra. I always have and I’m not prepared to share you for too much longer. That is something that you will need to work out in the very near future.’
He loves me and he’s not prepared to share me? His last statement sounds like a command I need to action. I’m astounded by his articulate, almost rehearsed response and his words resonate with me in an unexpected way. Before I can respond, he takes my hands.
‘Let me ask you this. Did you want to be with me this weekend? Had you considered it before you arrived at the hotel on Friday afternoon?’ My glance shifts nervously towards my trembling hands before I eventually meet his eyes. He need only search my eyes for a flicker of a second to confirm the answer to his question. ‘Right. Same for me. Do you have any regrets?’
‘That is a very big question, Jeremy.’
‘Oh come on, sweetheart. You have come so far this week, don’t go all shy on me now.’ He pushes for an answer, pinning my arms beneath me so he has free access to keep teasing my nipples, which instantly swell and harden under his touch, and then proceeds to massage my breasts when I continue to procrastinate.
‘Perhaps I should have worn a bra tonight.’
‘Perhaps you shouldn’t be wearing anything tonight.’
My dress is suddenly sliding onto the floor beside us.
‘Now stop changing the topic and answer the question.’
‘Okay, okay, no, no regrets. It is very difficult to regret anything when you are under the masterful spell of Dr Quinn …’ Near impossible would be more accurate as my body begins to writhe under his touch.
‘Seismic activity, masterful spell … what’s all this about?’ he asks with a cheeky innocence.
The massage continues as his light kisses on my neck become more insistent. My legs spread further under the weight of his and I feel his desire for me against my groin.
‘It’s about my body betraying me at every opportunity when I’m with you, regardless of my thought processes. And it is something I am going to have to get under control very soon, particularly if we are going to be working together.’
‘Please promise me, sweetheart, that it isn’t high on your busy to-do list.’ He nibbles my ear lobe as he scoops me off the lounge and carries me to the circular canopy that is the master suite, throwing me gently into the middle of the giant round bed. ‘Do not move an inch, I’ll be right back.’
I submit to his request as my mind swishes around the edges of a salacious whirlpool. I’m just thankful I’m lying down. He returns with a sneaky grin on his face, no doubt up to more mischief. There’s no time for words as his caresses explore further, deeper. Oh good lord, here we go again!
‘When is enough, enough?’ I sigh.
‘With you, sweetheart, never, but you can always say no to me.’ His low husky words in my ear send me into overdrive, as he is fully aware that for me, it is never an option.
‘What, so you can strap me down and have me whipped until I change my mind?’
‘Hmm, something like that …’ He laughs and turns me over to position my fully naked body on all fours, as he continues to fondle and tease.
‘Try to stay still, I want to try something.’ I can feel him insert something coolish into my vagina, not too big, but not small either, and then the vibrations begin, slow at first but
steadily increasing. I can’t focus on anything apart from the spasms cascading through my body. I am wet with desire in seconds. My body instantly responds to the memory of the warmth and vibrations that took place when I was strapped in place on the platform. Such sensations so soon. How is this happening?
Jeremy reaches down, slides his thumb into my anus and I tense my muscles waiting for the tightness to reject him. To my surprise, his entry feels anticipated and delightful. Oh good grief, what has he done to me to achieve this? He gently wiggles his thumb around and finds a particular pressure point and massages gently at first, then more persistently, pushing the sensation toward the buzzing in my vagina. I gasp as my mind begins to spin and my body convulses with the memory of previous euphoric waves. He is more than pleased with the result, registering the surprise on my face with a crooked smile.
‘Is it comfortable?’
‘Yes,’ is all I can sigh as the rhythms pulse through my body and his fingers continue to explore and create new sensations. I feel a rush of heat rampage through my vagina and arsehole, as he slowly withdraws his thumb and grabs a condom packet, ripping it open. He positions himself behind me ensuring the condom is secured over his length. I can’t help but send a questioning look over my shoulder, though his beauty is rather distracting.
‘Relax, sweetheart, I promise, I’ll take it slow.’
His lubricated penis penetrates the tip of my arsehole, teasing the entry before carefully, gradually moving forward, allowing me to adjust to his thick presence in such a confined space, every step of the way. Each time he penetrates a little further and deeper, asserting his position over me without losing the
intensity he is creating. Seamlessly, this continues until he fills me as if his member was made to measure and I groan in exhilaration. It has never felt so good back there. His possession of me is perfect, all encompassing and totally complete. His other hand playfully massages my clitoris, becoming firmer, more insistent and I begin to lose any sense of focus.
He flattens my chest toward the bed, causing friction between my nipples and the crispness of the sheet. His elevated body gives him complete control of the desire he is stirring within me, cleverly replicating the position of my previous experience, without the constraints. His fingers carefully tease me to the edge of orgasm, but refuse to thrust further and ignite what is ready to explode. Oh god! My anus is stuffed to the brim as his member shoots electric pulses through my body and to my astonishment, I feel my hole open wider to take him deeper and deeper into my nether regions. I yell, not from the pain of it, but from the depth of my love for this man and the sheer, exquisite pleasure he can incite from deep within my core. I am literally drenched in desire as his fingers complete their final play and I can’t hold back my voice as I am thrust over the edges of mind and body. My screaming continues unabated and I climax over and over, wave after wave, from both my physical reality and my neurological memories. Completely out of control, only animal instinct powering my guttural cries. He adjusts slightly and it happens all over again. And again. I moan and groan with each equally penetrating wave as once again I lose all sense of self. Spinning and toppling into a world I hadn’t known existed before this weekend, I ascend to my newly discovered unconscious orgasmic universe, absolutely saturated in sex. I would do anything, go anywhere, for this man and the things he can do with my body.
What has happened to me? Am I a sex maniac, an addict? I can’t even think of the correct term. I have never in my life imagined so much sexual pleasure. How is it even possible? Of course, like most people, I have read about some people’s ability to have multiple orgasms, but this, what I have experienced, is out of this world. The intensity is so overpowering I remain lost in sensation for quite some time.
‘Is this normal, natural? It is so sudden, so full on …’ I ask as my consciousness returns and I reacquaint myself with my surroundings. I find Jeremy’s face equally as amazed and fascinated as I feel. He gently removes the vibrator and carefully seals it in a plastic bag. ‘More tests?’
‘More results, more discoveries, greater good, you know …’
‘From mind-blowingly awesome sex, who would have thought?’
‘Even I never believed it would be like this.’
‘Well, I’m very happy to partake in these experiments, Dr Quinn.’
‘Right back at you, sweetheart!’
We don’t say much else for a while, lost in our own little worlds and too satiated, just comfortable with each other’s bodies, touching, caressing, arousing. Words aren’t necessary as we happily prolong our experience and the infectious waves of pleasure and aftershocks.
‘While I have you here, it’s time for more ointment.’
‘You have to be joking? You did it not long ago,’ I complain.
‘And how effective do you think that will be after our recent activity?’ he questions, raising his eyebrows.
I just shake my head.
‘I promised to look after you, and you know how dedicated I am to my work!’
He holds my buttocks in position while tenderly applying the ointment. As I look back up at him over my shoulder, he gives me a cheeky wink and blows me a kiss.
True to his word, Jeremy spends the rest of the week looking after me. He feeds me, bathes me, monitors me, medicates me, stimulates me physically, stimulates me intellectually, exhausts me emotionally, ensures I sleep, brushes my hair, massages my body, heals my wounds and my bruises. I don’t make a single decision or liaise with the outside world. It is as if there is no world outside Avalon. I am securely wrapped in the carefully constructed cocoon of Dr Quinn. I have never felt like this in my life. So utterly cared for, so utterly fragile, almost as if I had always needed him to take care of me. How had I ever survived without him?
We continue to talk, laugh, play and reminisce; it’s as if we are on our own little version of a honeymoon. It’s pure bliss. Except that I miss Jordan and Elizabeth and it’s so hard knowing I can’t contact them in their wilderness. It has never been this long, but even if I were at home they wouldn’t be back yet, so that eases my mind. I push the discussion I know I need to have with Robert on my return to the far outskirts of my mind. Presumably, the world is operating as it always has outside of this place and I, removed from all other reality, exist solely within the isolation of this luxurious treehouse and Jeremy’s love and attention.
‘Come here and let me check your blood pressure. You appear to have more energy than before.’
‘Not again! You’ve monitored me so much I could well be the most examined case study in history.’ He ignores my exaggerated statement.
‘If it has returned to normal, we’ll go to the beach. Actually, it is really good. No wonder you have more energy. Why don’t you get yourself ready and I’ll pack a picnic lunch? There is a box in the walk-in robe with everything you need.’
I stand staring at him dubiously, firstly wondering if he is serious and secondly, what he is up to this time.