I woke up first. She was still laying over me in the dark, her breasts firmly pressing onto my chest. For a second I was worried, because I generally wake up with a jump from a nightmare, but it seemed she was still asleep. I relaxed, listening to her breath and the sound of waves for about half an hour. I breathed deeply, hoping to trap an essence of her smell inside my lungs.
At first I was completely in a void where nothing mattered. But inevitably, I began to think.
I was supposed to be the professional protector but I had slept with her. And it wasn’t something ordinary; years of surpassed sexual desires had taken over me, causing me torture her in a most pleasant way. Thinking aftermath now, I was surprised how could I actualize the “path” fantasy.
But now my feelings about her were clouding my judgement. And how was I supposed to protect her with a clouded judgement? While what I experienced on this deserted island with her was probably the best thing that happened to me, It was also one of the worst thing that could probably happen to her. Because now, there was no way I would let her in danger, and to ensure this I was going to take precautions which could sometimes be extreme. Most of them she wouldn’t like, as she was a free-willed strong woman. As strong as a woman could be.
I slowly turned aside, gently dropping her to bed. I stood back to the surprise of the sweet aching in my calves. I walked from her hand-made hut to moonlighted beach. I couldn’t resist the call of the waves and found myself walking into ocean. I remembered the movie, “call of the blue.”
Swimming almost furiously, I tried to put my thoughts and plans together. But I still needed her initial response to make any plan. I slowed down and swam towards the beach, where I found her standing naked, shining in moonlight. She was holding a towel in her hand and gave it to me silently. I began to dry myself from my face and as soon as I pressed it towards my nose I was again engulfed in her smell. I couldn’t remove the towel from my face and couldn’t help a strong gasp.
She looked at me with a sad face, walked back and sat on a rock.
“I know what you are thinking.” She said slowly. I couldn’t believe how much sorrow and disappointment her silken voice could carry.
“You are thinking that you acted unprofessional. Well ask it to me! I am also supposed to be a professional thief!”
“But you weren’t trying to robe me… as far as I know that is.”
“Please! I can’t ask any more protection than…” but she suddenly stopped, biting her lower lip. I did not have to see her face to notice the gathering tear in her eyes. She looked away from me.
Not being able to endure her pain, I suddenly walked inside her hut, took my suitcase and walked to my boat.
“Change your place. Keep checking for my mails.”
With that I threw myself to the boat, suddenly turning the engine on and boosting away.
I didn’t know or care where I was headed. I reached mainland docks where I rented the boat. In the first sign of civilisation I headed for a pub, trying to drink myself to oblivion. It wasn’t long before a redhead in mid twenties approached me. It was just as I feared; I was seeing Adrianne’s face, hearing her voice instead of this woman named Katherine. But something was amiss and I knew it was her smell.
I wasn’t listening to her anymore and she knew it. And probably she didn’t care too. The world was getting blurry which meant I was close to death from alcohol, since long time training and experience made me near alcohol-immune. I couldn’t notice when we stood up, who paid the bills, when did I jump on her car, where did she took me… But next thing I remember was her bra. I was on my back in the softest of beds, my shirt was gone, and she was tying my hands to headboard. An animalistic piece inside me wanted to break free but I was so dosed off that my otherwise strong arms could barely swing a little. Her breasts were covered with a high quality red lace worked bra, which hid the lower half side of her seemingly gorgeous boobies. Yet I could still see her erect nipples between laces.
I watched her as she got off bed, swinging an incredibly firm and round ass which again was covered with a red, lacy underwear. She went into the next room and I could hear her speaking with someone. I couldn’t hear the replies, so she was probably in the phone.
She came back smoking, looking at me with a nasty smile. I couldn’t focus on her and in my vision she kept shrinking and rotating.
“Well, It may be fun in fact. You have quite the tools a woman needs. We won’t have the chance after this morning when they…” But she did not complete her sentence.
She approached close, leaving her cigar to an ash pit over the night stand. She landed her hand on my scarred chest, carefully inspecting the scars but also caressing me. I couldn’t ignore the brightness in her eyes, and the lust evidencing itself in her bite at her lower lip. She slid her hand down, directly entering under my jeans, to find my not-so hard manhood.
“Now now, It seems I couldn’t arouse you eh? It’s clear this is not the full length of it.”
With hasty and seemingly inexperienced set of moves, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off my legs. Then she jumped onto bed, splitting her legs to my both sides and landing on her knees, with our underwear being only barrier between my dick and her cunt. She moved her hands back, freeing her bra which she threw to the other side of the room.
Her tits were not small by any means and yet they still looked firmly attached to her body, without even the slightest clue of sagging. She moved her hip, rubbing her crack to my rapidly growing bulge. I could feel she was shaking. Something in her excitement told me she was really inexperienced in sexual encounters. She increased her pace, moaning and gasping as my hidden manhood touched and massaged her vagina, stimulating her clit along the way. I could feel her inner thighs touching on my body getting warmer. She landed both her hands on my chest, throwing her head and red hair back, jumping on me over her knees, trying to satisfy herself with our underwear on. She kept doing it for a few more minutes and I now could hear a wet voice between her moves.
She suddenly lay over me, sliding down her underwear as I guessed she was going to do. She became upright again, now feeling my cock better and getting more and more excited and vigorous. I could feel her moisture and warmth working through my boxers, causing a sweet ache of desire on my dick. But it didn’t take long for her to decide she wanted to make it to the end.
She stood back, slid my boxers off me and began staring at my tool.
“Oh my god. Wow… You are… A real man! It’s a real shame…”
She gently took it to her hand, slowly rubbing it from bottom to top. Instinctively she kissed it, moving her mouth up and down a few times. She was clearly inexperienced but her excitement was somehow contagious. Seeing her beautiful face, big green eyes and lustful lips behind my now wholly erect cock also enhanced the excitement. She tried to take it into her mouth a few times, making me feel her tongue lashing under my dick, but she gave up when she couldn’t take it as deep as she dreamed of.
I looked at her one last time, she was almost skinny but yet again full on hips and tits, and with her tanned skin and beautiful face, along with her long, curly red hair she was a real sight to behold. Effect of alcohol on me seemed to become stronger because she was smelling like Adrianne now too. She was so beautiful that she could have been a model if she was not an agent. Yes she was an agent and all the clues were so obvious to me. The phone talk, inexperience, half sentences, the style she approached to me, her car… everything.
While she was trying to satisfy herself, I was slowly breaking free of the miserable knot she made to tie me. I was just about to achieve this when I heard a “whoosh” and then a “thump!”, and she fell over me.
“No one steals from me!”
“Wha… Adrianne!”
I saw her standing near the bed with a pan in her hand. She drooped it to ground and stared at me with that roguish smile back on her face. She was wearing a black leather jacked, a tank top that left her belly open, and a black mini. She also wore black leather boots reaching up to her mid-thigh. Her full, purplish lips flew like butterflies when she spoke.
“Now now, what do have here?” She checked me from top to toe. “You really got excited by this bitch?” She prodded the poor, unconscious girl with her foot.
“Not quite…” I hated myself for going to direct defence. “I had to act as if I did, to gain time.”
“Yeah… Gain time. But you are now tied at the bed helplessly, completely subject to my mercy.”
“I’m happy that I am.”
“You shouldn’t be. You just left me in a deserted Island.”
“This doesn’t seem to stop you.”
“Nothing can stop me!”
She slowly began to undress herself, beginning with her black leather jacket. She then removed her tank top, revealing her breasts directly. Under the dim light from the other room, I could see her nipples were gloriously rigid on her small, firm boobs. I remembered how it felt to touch them, and my manhood throbbed. She noticed.
“Looks like Iron Lord needs attention down there.”
When she jumped on the bed to sit on me, splitting her legs apart, her leather mini slid up her thigh to reveal there was no underwear. For a second I could feel the touch of her hot cunt on my stick, but she quickly raised her hip to prevent more contact. My hip miserably raised to find back the hot spot.
“Not yet. Should I remind you how you tortured me? Well, you are about to reap the thunder!”
She kissed me, just by using her lips at first. She patiently caressed, sucked and massaged my lips with hers, then slowly she began to introduce her tongue. This kissing would already blow my head off, but her smell made the things worse. Yet I wanted her to take her revenge on me, so I used some of my willpower to resist.
“You are not coping” she said. She took the almost ending cigar from ash pit, took a final deep breath, and blew it to my face. I was not a smoking fetish, indeed I hated cigars; but this sight was something extraordinary. Her pure, naked beauty along with her unbelievable face was like a dream. Her boobs, with her ribs showing off a little in under them, her flat stomach and smooth skin was the sum of all the hopes a man could wish. And the smoke was just virtualizing the air which she inhaled, blessed with her inner self, and exhaled to bless me too. She slid down a little bit, leaning front.
She began kissing my chest, following the scars. She kissed and sucked my nipples which evoked a sudden and new kind of excitement in me. I noticed my breathing getting deeper. She kept following the scars which trailed along my chest much like a “P”, the bottom of it reaching to the base of my cock.
“Hmm, you sure know where this path leads right?”
She was referring to my torture of her, but I couldn’t answer. I just locked my jaws to keep my will steady. I was burning with the need for her which drove me crazy. If I broke free now, I could be so harsh on her.
Misreading my reaction, she believed her torture was working and she moved her hot wetness of her mouth to the base of my cock from my groin. Her kiss was sending waves of burning energy beneath my skin, reaching every cell in my body. I couldn’t help but groan. She moved even lower, first kissing, then sucking my balls. This was happening to me for the first time, and it was much stronger than the blast that gave me the scars. I howled wildly. Her torture “was” working now.
Knowing it, she kept sucking my balls strongly, which gave me pain and pleasure at the same time. Her right hand was on my cock, slowly rubbing it. But she was careful not to touch the head of it. She slowly began to alternate her sucking between the base of my cock and my balls, and each time she sucked it closer to top. This was her torture now, taking forever to reach to top. I looked down to see her bun swinging behind my huge dick, her hand at the bottom of. I heard wet, sucking sounds and hums from her, cracking my iron will.
“Oh god Adrianne please do it!”
She giggled and said: “I want to give you pleasure, so be patient honey!”
These were my words to her yesterday when I tortured her.