Michele Zurlo (25 page)

“No. Fuck me faster.” Sophia reached up and caressed Christopher’s face. It amazed Drew how she knew when to be cruel and when to give him a gentle reassurance. “Tell Drew how much you like it when he fucks you.”

“A lot. I like it a lot.”

From the sounds of it, Chris was losing his fight to stay in the moment. Sophia kept rubbing her hand against his face. She peppered it with kisses. “Christopher, you used to be so good with words.”

In his daily life, Christopher was a corporate attorney. He had a voice that flowed like honey over velvet, and his persuasive technique consistently overrode Sophia’s oaths that she wouldn’t have him back because he was such a disrespectful son of a bitch until she brought him down a few notches.

“Drew you have an incredible cock and you fuck like a stallion.”

Coming from anybody else, it might have sounded condescending or insincere, but Christopher meant it. The truth was evident in the way he met every thrust and the way he trembled with pleasure.

Heat shot up Drew’s spine and his balls lifted. He came with a shout, burying his cock as deep as it would go. When he pulled out, he slapped Christopher’s ass, hard. Sophia smiled up at him, but she spoke to Chris.

“Faster, Chris. Make me come.”

Chris moved his hips obediently to the rhythm she dictated. Drew lay on the bed next to them, watching. He traced his fingertips lazily over Sophia’s breasts. As she got closer, he angled his head between their chests and took her nipple in his mouth. She screamed as she came.

“Mistress?” Chris kept up the pace, knowing that if he stopped without permission she would completely deny him. “Please may I come?”

“Yes,” She whispered, but Chris had waited so long, he climaxed before she finished speaking the word.

He gave a mighty roar, his eyes rolled back into his head, and his entire body shuddered.

Drew loved the raw pleasure on Christopher’s face. He helped the submissive fall to the side so he wouldn’t crush Sophia, and then he kissed his sated wife. He definitely had the best of both worlds.

Later as he put the shrimp on the grill, he heard the phone ring. Sophia sat in a lounge chair by the pool. When she answered she sounded half asleep.

“Hi, Ellen. How are you?”

Drew listened, but Sophia didn’t do much more than agree and make tired mm-hmm sounds. Then she sat up straight, all evidence of lethargy gone.

“You want me to buy
what
? Don’t get me wrong, it would be totally cool to own that, but I’m not rich, Ellen. I can’t afford it.”

It drove Drew nuts that she never considered his money at all. If she wanted to purchase anything, she only looked at her checking account. He’d added her name to his account, but she had never once used it. She’d only consented to having her name on it when he pointed out that it would make things easier if there was ever an emergency.

She laughed nervously into the phone. “Even if Jonas and Sabrina go in on it, I don’t have enough money to buy it. A third or a quarter share is just out of my range.”

He had hundreds of millions of dollars, enough to buy her a small island if she wanted. In a huff, he snatched the phone from Sophia’s hand. “Ellen, she can too afford it. Go ahead and buy it.” Then he hung up.

Sophia stared at him, an incredulous expression on her face. “I can’t believe you did that.”

There was no point in reminding her that she was fabulously wealthy. He set his jaw firmly, which was difficult because he noticed the fire it lit in her eyes. “Did what? Bought you something you want? It’s my prerogative. Deal with it.”

“Drew, you just bought Elysium.”

Though he had never been there, he had heard of Elysium. It was an island devoted to adult pleasures. Then he couldn’t help but laugh. He’d bought her an island. He kissed her on the cheek. “Happy Fourth of July.”

“I’m
what
?”

Sabrina’s tone roused Jonas from the fringes of sleep. He’d heard the phone ring, and he was aware of her hurrying silently across the room to get it before it could rouse him. The sleepy intention of a smile slipped away as he went on full alert. She didn’t sound upset or pissed, only shocked, so he ruled out problems with the kids.

He sat up as she turned to level an inquisitive and suspicious look in his direction.

“No,” she continued, “I don’t know anything about it.”

At her continued frown, he shrugged. He didn’t know anything about it, either. He didn’t even know who she was talking to, much less what they were discussing. Because her tone had gone back to normal, his interest faded. He gathered his clothes and headed to the shower. Their flight left at ten the next morning, so this was their last day at Elysium. Whether they were open or not, he wanted to show her the Fields of Punishment.

He cleaned up quickly. When he emerged, he found Sabrina sitting in the chair near the slider wearing one of his cotton shirts. He liked the way it looked on her, especially with her sex-tousled hair, so he let her keep it on. He planted a kiss on her cheek. “Why don’t you go rinse off and then we’ll see if any of the restaurants survived to serve lunch?”

She caught his hand before he could turn away and opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by a male voice. Alexei or Stefano, he didn’t know which, spoke through the speaker on her phone. “Sabrina, what’s this I hear about you wanting to buy Elysium?”

No words came to mind. This was one of the few times in his life when his mind went totally blank. Even when she’d shocked him five years ago by asking him to marry her without even introducing herself, he had about five ready retorts. It had been a matter of choosing the appropriate response.

She wanted to buy Elysium? He took a step back to wrap his head around that one. Then a thousand thoughts flooded his mind. She would have to travel a lot to run a business in the Caribbean. There was no way she could fit in another responsibility. Between working and being a wife and mother, she was tapped out.

She sighed heavily. “Lex, I don’t want to buy Elysium. From what I can gather, Ellen wants to buy it. She wants to go in on it with Sophia and Drew, you guys, and us. I can’t say I’m eager to buy a sex resort. The first thing I’d need to do is work on the advertising. I think more people would come here if they thought it was a honeymoon place instead of a meat market.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea. We could restructure it to be more relationship-friendly, maybe host ‘meat market’ weeks once every six months to generate more interest. Of course we’d have to call them something else. I also think we should sell some of the rooms like a time-share instead of as a hotel.” As he talked, Lex sounded more and more excited by the idea.

Jonas lifted a brow at Sabrina. While she was the one who brought the money into the relationship, she wasn’t one to make a large purchase without consulting him. She shook her head in a firm indication of “hell no.”

“Lex. Calm down. Have you even looked into the business end of things? The Melbergs cut off money to pay the staff and purchase supplies. The manager is going to have a hell of a time trying to get people off this island. Do you honestly think a move like that isn’t going to kill the business? I want no part of this.” Sabrina fiddled with a strand of her long hair, drawing his attention to one of her best features. If he were to step back and be critical, he would have a hard time deciding what he liked best about his little woman. As he considered them, every feature stood out. Even the way his bulky shirt outlined the curve of her breast was sexy.

“Sabrina? Stefano here. I made some calls. Elysium is going to tank, but that’s not a bad thing. If we let it go, we can pick it up for pennies on the dollar. That’ll actually make it easier to rebrand it, which was a brilliant idea on your part.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Why are you guys so sold on buying it? What aren’t you telling me?”

One of them sighed. Even odds on who it came from.

“Sammy wants it.”

Lex consistently called Jonas’s sister by that name, though both of them spoiled the hell out of Sam. They were trying to make this happen because his sister had asked for it. That made sense. Still, Jonas wanted to know Sabrina’s opinion on the matter. Did she want to buy a share of Elysium? What did that mean about her opinion of their week here? He wasn’t getting a clear read on whether or not she enjoyed her role as a submissive. His wife was usually so easy to read.

“So you’re still researching?” Sabrina sounded relieved. “Can we talk about it in a few weeks when you know something for sure?” With her eyes, she threw a question at him, and he wasn’t sure what kind of answer she was looking for.

“Yes. I told Ellen not to make any sudden moves. I think she was going to catch the next flight to the nearest island with an airport. That’s another thing we’ll have to consider. Elysium needs its own airport. That would promote privacy.”

Sabrina shook her head. “I’m going to let you guys go. Continue looking into this. I’m not sold on the investment, but I trust you. Take care, Lex and Stef, and give my best to Sam.”

She ended the call and rose from the chair. “Damned if I can’t tell them apart in person, then they both have to get on the phone. They have the same voices, the same inflection, and the same way of phrasing things. I wonder if they do this with all of their business calls. It could drive people insane.”

Jonas shook his head and guided her arms around his waist. “It’s a good thing there’s only one of me.”

Resting her cheek on his chest, she hugged him and sighed. “One is plenty.”

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the simple pleasures found in this intimacy. Then Sabrina peeled away reluctantly, an apology on her face. “I’m really hungry.”

“Go shower,” he said. “I’ll find something for you to wear.”

He selected a short, tangerine skirt made from a stretchy material that would be easy to move out of the way when the mood struck him. Then he grabbed a white corset-style top to go with it. Sabrina hadn’t been too jazzed with this part of Sophia’s present, but he had to admit their friend had excellent taste. It would provide the support Sabrina wanted, but in a way that revealed the swell of her breast and a bit of her nipple if he chose, and it left her shoulders and arms bare.

When he brought the outfit into the bathroom, he found Sabrina at the vanity, brushing her hair. He took the item from her hand and looked at it, remembering with more than a little bit of cocky pride how she had responded to being spanked with it. He glanced up to find her studying him, as if she was waiting patiently for him to use it on her. He curled his lip regretfully. Maybe later.

“Turn around. I’ll finish for you.” He loved brushing her hair. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d allowed it to happen. No more. She no longer got to call those shots.

She turned, offering him the gorgeous length that fell nearly to her waist. He started at the bottom and worked his way through her snarls. When they were gone, he spent some time watching her smooth, silky hair shimmer with each pass of the brush. In the mirror, he kept track of her facial expressions. She’d closed her eyes early on, and a contented smile played about her lips. He leaned around her and gave her a kiss. She parted her lips and yielded to him, her entire body softening, signaling him that she was his willing submissive.

If her stomach hadn’t growled, he would have pressed his advantage again.

They found one restaurant open in the main dining room at Hades’s Palace. As they walked along, he noticed how deserted the place seemed. Even the day before, he’d noticed there were fewer people on the island. It looked like Heather was following through on her plan to cancel all reservations. Part of him hoped Sabrina wasn’t seriously considering purchasing a share of Elysium. It was a hot mess they didn’t need.

Another part of him wanted her to want to buy a quarter share. It was a clue that he hadn’t completely misread her, that a part of her yearned for this life. One thing for sure, she was much easier to read at home. He wished she hadn’t insisted on waiting until Friday to talk things through.

At the time, he hadn’t been totally comfortable with that arrangement. Part of him thought that if he didn’t agree to those terms, she would refuse this experiment in full-time submission. It would give them a chance to discuss the experience as a whole instead of just dissecting the daily portions. From the way she held his hand and the carefree bounce to her step, he would say the week was a success. But there had been some tense moments when he’d sincerely doubted his plan.

She didn’t protest when he steered her into a chair. If they hadn’t skipped breakfast to stay in bed and make love all morning, he would have set her on the floor at his feet and fed her. It wasn’t something he would do at home unless they were alone. He wanted kneeling at his feet to be a refuge for her, a place where she could retreat to when the stress of daily life became too great.

Really, that was his ultimate goal. He could see her being pulled in too many different directions. The demands of her job grew as she became more and more successful. Though she delegated a lot of the work, she bore the weight of responsibility like a lead cloak. Some days he wondered at how she held up. Add her quest to be the perfect mother and wife into the equation, and he was afraid she was going to snap.