Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Nobody had ever been this way with me, though I’d often asked for it. Past partners had tried to be “rough” by thrusting faster or harder, maybe throwing my legs over their shoulders. None of them had given me what I’d wanted.
I’d wanted to be punished.
Nate lifted me off his dick and threw me down on the lounge, barking, “hands and knees, slut!”
I scrambled to obey, because he was already behind me, moving with unerring purpose. The last thing I wanted was for all of that iron-hard erection to find the wrong mark; it would certainly spoil the rest of my trip. But he pushed into my cunt like he’d been there a million times before, and slammed deep. He took a handful of my hair in his fist and jerked my head back.
“You like that, don’t you?” Nate growled over the screams of mingled pain and pleasure I couldn’t have silenced if I’d tried. “Answer me!”
“I fucking love it!” I shouted in response and reached beneath me to touch my tortured clit. I rubbed furiously, pushing back to meet every one of Nate’s devastating thrusts. This time, it was my own hand that forced me to come, my own deeply perverted hunger. I rasped out, “I’m coming!” as I broke, and Nate grunted over my back, his hips slamming against me one last time.
From the table, I heard Matt chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” I panted, barely able to move, even after Nate got off me.
Matt held up his watch. “It’s ten-thirty.”
I would not survive until lunch, let alone ten whole days.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
(Matthew)
“Yes, the resort is staffed with sex workers,” I explained—again—to Charlotte as I navigated our golf cart around a particularly tricky curve in the path. It wasn’t that she hadn’t read the handbook, she’d had a difficult time grasping the concept of everyone being available for anything on the island.
“Right, but it said staff members could indulge or decline guests’ advances,” she said, a point she’d brought up twice already.
“Like I said, why would the consent rules not apply to the staff?” Violating the rules meant losing your job or your membership, depending on which side of the guest/staff relationship they were on.
“They clearly should. I think it’s… I don’t know. It’s difficult to imagine a place like this and wrap your head around it. Sometimes you fantasize about taking a hot waiter home, you know?”
“I do know,” I answered her rhetorical question.
She went on. “But you know you shouldn’t even suggest it because they’re at work and they have to be nice to you and you’d be a creep. It feels like if everyone who works here is paid to have sex with me, it’s a license to be a creep.”
“These are professionals.” It was the only ethical way to run a resort like this. “Professionals who understand the fantasy and kink elements that go into the Ascend Red experience.” I cringed. “Yikes, that sounded very brochure of me.”
“I’m worried,” she admitted as I pulled us into a space behind the castle. “What if I’m not free spirited enough to appreciate things here?”
She’d been eaten out and roughly fucked during breakfast. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
But I understood where she was coming from. I turned off the cart and put an arm around her shoulders. She’d worn a fluorescent green bikini that pushed her tits up, and all I wanted to do was rip the straps right off—
I cleared my throat and collected my thoughts. “The concept of Ascend Red—how it runs, the sexual freedom from the moment you arrive here to the moment you leave—baffles a lot of people. It can be overwhelming. When you return to the world outside, that’s when you appreciate it the most.”
“Is that what people tell you?” she asked. “Or is it part of the ‘Ascend Red experience?’”
“Can we pretend I never used that wording?” I shook my head with a reluctant laugh. “But really. It’s something I felt the first few times I came here.”
“But you’re the one who designed it,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
“I designed it. But I hadn’t realized what it would feel like to be here, in a space where truly, anything goes, and you can have whatever you want.” I paused. “I’m mindful of the fact that I own this place, though. I only play around with staff members I can trust to be honest with me, and who won’t feel pressured to do things they don’t want to do because I’m their employer.”
She relaxed. “I’m glad to hear you say that. I guess it’s what I was worried about, in the first place. That nobody here could consent because you’re their boss.”
“I’m never involved in hiring or firing situations,” I added. “I’m not anyone’s boss. I’m just the most important guest. Hence, my caution.”