"He spanked me, and I liked it,” Kristen said to Bea over the phone. By the sound of Bea’s squeak, Kristen could tell that her friend found the revelation as exciting as she did.
“How did it feel?” Bea asked and Kristen sighed, reliving the feeling of Adrian’s hands on her body, the sharp pain that spread across her backside as his hands hit it hard, the pain that dulled into something else, something that seemed like passion.
“It felt wonderful. He kissed me so hard and made me orgasm twice, but I ruined it,” Kristen groaned, silently beating up herself for freaking out last minute. Kristen was the more sexual out of the both of them and so she felt even more ashamed that she had chickened out.
“I wish I could be like those female heroines in romance novels that met a guy on the first day and fucked him without letting him know they are virgins and then be carefree the next morning when they man sees the blood on the sheets,” she said to her friend.
“I am surprised you even let him go that far. I would have chickened the moment he touched my boob or something,” Bea said. For some reason, that made Kristen feel better. There was still hope.
“He sounded so disappointed that I was a virgin. I just turned twenty-one. Am I supposed to be fucking everything I see?” Kristen asked and Bea laughed.
“You do know that most girls lose that virginity during this age, right?” Bea asked and Kristen nodded a diabolical plan on her mind.
“Yes I do. It would be nice if I joined the number wouldn’t it?” Kristen asked her friend.
“This is a very bad idea Kristen. Your father wants you to marry this man and last I checked you don’t want to marry him. Why are you playing with fire wanting to lose your virginity to him?” Bea asked and Kristen promptly rolled her eyes. She knew very well that her friend was being reasonable. Bea was being too reasonable if you asked Kristen. She didn’t want to marry Adrian, but sex with him wasn’t something she could resist—that was if he would still have her.
“I don’t want to marry him Bea. He is still an arrogant bastard. But he makes me feel good you know he makes me feel very good. I am not sure I want to pass that up.”
“That will be the problem Kristen. He makes you feel good and I am not sure that will stop anytime soon. Will you be able to walk away when the time comes?” Bea asked and Kristen mumbled a yes to her friend. She would be able to walk away; she was strong. She only had to think of his arrogance and high handedness and she was good. When the time came, she would be able to walk away from Adrian Tremont.
“I will be strong Bea. It would be so nice to lose my virginity to such a handsome man. He has such beautiful eyes,” Kristen said dreamily.
“Okay Kristen, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” her friend said and Kristen rolled her eyes. Bea could be a mother bear at times.
“No problem.”
“So now that you have decided, what’s next?” Bea asked. Her friend could switch from mother bear to partner in crime within a few seconds.
“Well, that’s simple, I seduce him.”
When Adrian came out of the bathroom, Kristen was nowhere to be found—not that he was about to look for her. He had jacked to the image of Kristen, to a woman he swore was a child, to woman he would have sworn never to fuck. He had imagined her on her knees with that taunt mouth of hers sucking him off with vigor. He had imagined spraying his load over her full breasts.
Adrian groaned when he realized he was getting hard again, he had no idea how he would survive without fucking her for the next two weeks.
Her scent filled the room, so much so that it was frustrating him. He walked out to the living room and it was the same thing. He could see her standing bare and taking all he was giving to her. He needed to get out of the house and he needed to do it fast.
He walked out of the cabin, the cool sea breeze hitting his skin. The natural air was something he loved about the island. The air was so serene, so different from anything back in New York.
He strolled on the island. He whistled as he walked till he got to the village. Since he had not been there before, he was surprised exuberance of it all. The village was colorful and noisy, it was full of life. There was something in the air that he just couldn’t put his finger on, but it made it want to break out in a dance.
Adrian’s fingers itched to paint the scene; he would use sharp colors to capture the life of the village. With a smile on his face, he stared at the village from the edge, almost afraid to step in and ruin the beauty.
“Mr. Adrian, you are here?” A man asked him. Adrian had to think before he remembered him; he was one of the people that helped to manage the fire in the cabin that morning. He chuckled as he realized that morning seemed like a lifetime ago. Kristen had caused another type of fire just a few minutes ago—a fire he was still struggling to quench.
“Yes. Good evening Sir,” he greeted the older man. The man looked like he was in his late fifties, but yet he looked very fit. Physical labor seemed to do that to people.
“Oh. I didn’t think you would leave the cabin so soon,” the man said. He sounded very free. Like someone that had known him for a while.
“I needed some air and I wanted to see the village. You know my name, but I don’t know yours,” Adrian said. He hated feeling like he was on the losing side.
“My name is Curtis. You look very much like your mother,” the man said and Adrian cocked an eyebrow.
“You knew my mother?” Adrian asked. Many of his father’s friends did not know his mother. She had died while birthing Isla. That was seventeen years ago, when Adrian was thirteen. He had been the closest to his mother. Apart from Isla—who was her photocopy, he was the only one that looked like his mother.
“Yes, Maria and I were friends.” It had been so long since Adrian had heard his mother’s name that he froze.
“Wow.” He said.
“She used to come here every year with your father before she died.” Adrian could feel himself going to another world when his mother was still alive. His father was always happy, the both of them were. They used to get a weekend and all the children were taken to live with their grandparents. He used to miss his mother terribly during those times. She used to come here.
“Sometimes I forget her face. It feels like it fades away in my memory,” Adrian said to Curtis. He did not remember the last time he so easily trusted someone, but the fact that he knew his mother made him very easy to trust.
Curtis did not say anything, he just nodded his head—he understood.
“Let me show you around,” the older man—Curtis—said and proceeded to show him the village that his parents had found love.
Curtis introduced him to everyone as Maria and Clayton’s son; Adrian still couldn’t imagine his father in the village. He could imagine his mother there, but his father was a whole different story entirely. Curtis showed him the bakery, the bar, walked him through the market, and showed him the lighthouse that was no longer in use. He introduced to her to his wife, Shania. Shania was an older woman, she had gushed over him like his mother would. She talked all about how Maria’s little boy was so big.
Adrian reminded her that he was just his parent’s first child, that he had three younger brothers and a sister. He was not Maria’s little boy, but Shania shook her head. Adrian knew what she was thinking of, when his parents were going on their trips, he had been the one to cry, and Tommy was never really touched. His brother seemed to have softened in his old age; he always seemed like the older one when they were younger. It was when his mother died that he grew up.
He met their daughters, Faith and Brianna, they both looked in their early twenties and he could see the matchmaking gleam in Shania’s eyes. He smiled as he gently rejected their advancements.
“He is here with his woman Shania,” Curtis said when it had gotten obvious that Shania was not seeing his obvious hints. Adrian decided that he loved when Curtis called Kristen his woman.
Shania had the good grace to look embarrassed. “I didn’t know you were here with someone Adrian. I am sorry,” she said and Adrian nodded.
“My girlfriend Kristen is here with me,” he said.
“Oh you will come with her next time you are coming to the village.” Adrian discovered there and then that there was no one that could say no to Shania.
“Of course, I should be heading back now,” he said. The walk back to the house took a little less time—this time he actually had a destination. The sun has already set, and the air was cool. He had been gone for a while; he truly hoped that Kristen had not burnt down the house.
Kristen paced the floors of the cabin so much that she was sure the ground would break down beneath her. When she was done talking to Bea, she came out of her room and found no one in the house. She figured that Adrian had gone to clear his head, but one hour had gone and the two. She had begun to be so scared. She did not know the way to the village, but she was sure other people lived in the village except her. She waited for him to return and then her stomach had begun to rumble, she had no idea what she could eat.
She went to fridge and picked up an apple. There were cooking ingredients in the kitchen, before she could convince herself that she could make something to eat, she saw the damage she had done to the oven, that was enough to make her change her mind.
For the six hours that Adrian had been gone, Kristen had eaten six apples. If she saw another apple, she would beat it down with an axe.
“Where have you been?” Kristen asked him the moment he walked into the cabin. His breathing was rapid and so knew he must have gone far.
“Adrian!” She shouted again when he ignored her and walked into the house. She held unto his arm when he passed her and he stopped, raising his eyebrow at her. She immediately dropped her hand. The last thing she wanted was for him to get angry.
“You just disappeared. I was worried, hungry and alone,” she all but cried. She did not care if she sounded like a child; she was hungry and sexually frustrated.
“I went into the village. And if you are hungry you make something to eat,” Adrian said and Kristen glared at her.
“I don’t care if you burn down the house in the process. You cannot expect me to cook for you while we are here.”
“Can I at least share your food with you?” Kristen asked. She was really hungry. Adrian seemed to take pity on her as he took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen.
“What are you still doing standing over there? You want to eat right; you have to work for it.” Kristen quickly went into the kitchen, knowing full well that she would rather work for him in another way.
Kristen had been so hungry the previous night she had forgotten that she wanted to seduce Adrian. Losing her virginity had to wait; Adrian wanted her to learn how to cook. He had been so patient with her the previous night while they made a simple pasta dish, though she saw the muscle in his jaw thick when she did something wrong. He was struggling not to shout out at her.They had managed to make a salvageable meal together and Kristen was proud. The food was not perfect or anything, and Adrian was not on his way to becoming a world class chef, but they could actually eat and enjoy the food—which was way more than one could say about hers.Kristen had gone to sleep that night in a bed that she would have not preferred, plotting how she would land in another bed the next night.She woke up the next morning, chirpy happy; ready to carry out her devious plans.“Get dressed, we are going to the village,” Adrian said, popping his handsome head inside her room.“The village?” She was surpr
All of Kristen’s reasoning shut down the very minute Adrian pressed his lips on hers. The past two weeks had been horror for her. The fact that she had to work with him didn’t make her life any better. She had been sure that they had made the right decision when they left the island, but two weeks later she wasn’t so sure anymore.Kristen had always known what she wanted from a very young age. She knew right from when she was ten years old that she wanted to work in the business world. She then proceeded to spend her entire life working towards it. Kristen knew sooner or later she would get married, but on setting an eye on Adrian Tremont, she knew he was not the man for her. She wanted a gentleman that would adore her to bits, not an arrogant bastard that didn’t know how to keep his temper. It was clear to her that she didn’t want to marry him. For the first time in her life, she was torn.Kristen Lancaster had no idea what she was doing. She was thoroughly and utterly confused. All
Having Kristen that night was one of the very best encounters that Adrian could think of. It was hard to imagine that she was a virgin just a month back. She felt and acted like a pro.Adrian smiled as he remembered their discussion the next morning. He couldn’t believe his luck.“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he had told her that morning. She was basically lying on top of him, her breasts on his chest, one of her legs across his. His hands were on her soft backside, smoothening over and massaging. It was safe to say it was not the time for such conversation.“Why the hell shouldn’t we?” She asked. Adrian had expected many things from her, but he didn’t expect that she was protesting so much and not so vehemently. She sounded so angry about the fact that he was pointing out how wrong having sex was for them. For some reason, that gave him joy.“Well for one our parents want us to get married and we don’t want to marry each other,” he pointed out. To be fair, he thought it was pr
Kristen had expected all hell to rise when Adrian caught them together, but she didn’t expect him to go straight to her father and tell him he had caught her and Adrian together. As expected her father freaked out and demanded that Adrian marry her. Adrian’s father acted the same way. He literally said his son must do the honorable thing by making her his wife. Kristen wondered if she travelled through time to the eighteen hundreds without being aware.Tommy had taken the big brother role in it and somehow given Adrian a black eye. Her mother was the calmest person in the midst of the storm. She acted as though she knew all that would happen and that it was simply part of some plan.Bea had been a perfect best friend, listening to all her woes, but she did say once that she was slightly jealous Kristen, getting married to such a fine specimen of man and all. Kristen just reminded her friend of how annoying Adrian was.Somehow, because she didn’t close the bloody door, Kristen was get
Kristen was married. She had no idea how to handle that information, or what exactly it meant for her. She didn’t feel any different from how she felt a few hours back. The only thing was the ring was weighing heavily on her finger, reminding her of the responsibilities that came with marriage.As she thought of it, she suddenly felt like crying. She was twenty-one; she would be twenty-two in four months time. She should not be passing through all of that stress, or any stress at all. She should be a college student that was only worried about school grades. She shouldn’t have to think about her husband, or worse children.The fact that she could actually have children scared her. And now, people expected her to have children as it was what married people did. Fitting Adrian’s dick in her hole was hard enough; she couldn’t imagine a baby’s head coming through that tiny hole. It scared the hell out of her that she could actually die in that process. Being a woman was hard. The thought
Adrian decided that marriage was hard. There was no sugar coating it. The dreaded prison called marriage was not for the faint hearted. On their wedding night, Kristen had informed him that they were not going to be having sex for the entirety of their marriage. Well she didn’t say that but he got her message loud and clear. Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place.The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the
Living with Kristen was hard enough, but he also had to work with her. Well he had to watch Tommy work with her. He has never and he wasn’t sure he would ever understand Kristen’s relationship with his annoying brother. Adrian and Tommy had been fighting for things since before they could talk. They fought for their parent’s attention, for their father’s acceptance, Adrian did not want to fight his younger brother for his wife. It was not just because of the fact that Tommy would win the fight hands down, it was also because he liked to think that he truly had Kristen that there was no need to fight. Whenever those thoughts crossed his mind, he remembered Tommy’s face when he found out that Kristen was sleeping with Adrian. He looked appalled, almost like someone that would have wanted Kristen to himself but she got snatched away. Then when he came just in time for the wedding, Tommy looked slightly disappointed. His brother would have married Kristen and had numerous amounts of bab
Marriage taught Kristen many things, one of those was the fact that she didn’t ever really like Tommy. When Tommy said he only loved her like a sister, she didn’t know what to feel. The only thing that had felt right was sadness and so she was sad. She was sad that she had sinful thoughts of him and he only looked at her a sister. She was sad that she had thoughts of cheating on her husband with his brother.It took her just that day to realize that she was only infatuated with the picture that Tommy presented. He was hot, nice and a perfect gentleman. She had crushed on him because of that. She had never been wildly attracted to him like she was to Adrian. Adrian was neither of those things, yet she couldn’t help her attraction to him.She had cried that day for the loss of a crush she could never have.Working with Tommy after then was just