Enslaved By The Ocean (17 page)

“Where the hell am I going to run to?” Eric grunts.
 

“Beside the point,” Hendrix growls. “Your friend and I have a deal.”
 

I glare at him, but lose it quickly when he turns to give orders to GG. Oh. Shit. His back has a couple of red gashes that I know are from my fingernails. I also know that every single person sitting in this camp right now knows that it’s from me. We’re the only two who disappeared this morning. My cheeks flush, and I turn my eyes away, only to see that Eric’s gaze is on Hendrix’s back. He turns to me, and his nostrils flare.
 

I stand quickly.
 

“I need to, I mean, I need to have a rest.”
 

Jess stands as I do, and she follows me as I avoid all the amused gazes and rush into the small cave. As soon as we get in, I turn to her, panicking.
 

“You slept with him, didn’t you?” she says in a hushed whisper.
 

I cover my face with my hands. “Oh God, Jess. I thought…I just thought…”
 

“I know what you thought,” she says softly, walking over and
taking hold of
my shoulders. “I know.”
 

“I’m a fool.”
 

“No, you’re just doing whatever you can to protect your life. That doesn’t make you a fool.”
 

I lift my eyes, and meet her gaze. She gives me a small smile.
 

“What do I do? Everyone now knows. He did that on purpose, he wanted to flaunt it.”
 

“Honey, it’s a small group, they would have figured it out. I’m almost sure they all think it’s already happened.”
 

“I need a minute, or just…I need a break.”
 

“Go onto the ship
. If
you want to rest you’ll have more chance of it on there.”
 

“Really?” I whisper.
 

“Yeah, come on, I’ll take you.”
 

She takes my hand and leads me out. When we pass the small group, I avoid eye contact.
 

“Where you going,
inocencia
?” Hendrix purrs.
 

Asshole.
 

“She’s going to rest, she’s tired and the ship is quieter,” Jess snaps.
 

She doesn’t let him answer, she just continues pulling me past him and out through the trees.
 

The ship is still sitting up on the sand, but it’s not damaged, so it’s safe. We both head to the ladders, and climb them. When we get on deck, I stare around. There are ropes, and chains, and all sorts of bits from the deck scattered everywhere. I guess that’s why it takes them a day to tidy it back up. Plus, they would have to go over it for damages, which isn’t a small process.
 

“I have to get some more clothes, but are you okay to rest, or do you want me to stay?” Jess says when we get into the hall.
 

I shake my head, giving her a weak smile. “I’m okay, I just need some sleep.”
 

“Okay, well come and talk to me when you wake,
all right?
We’ll have a chat.”
 

I nod, and
pull her in for a hug,
“Thanks, Jess.”
 

“It’ll be okay,” she says gently.
 

I feel my eyes burn with tears. “I’m not so sure it will. I’m terrified, Jess. I just…” My voice crackles. “I just want to go home.”
 

Her eyes go glassy, and she hugs me closer. “It’s going to be okay, we’ll figure this out.”
 

Then she steps back and smiles at me once more before disappearing down the halls. I head down until I reach Hendrix’s room. I walk in, and stare at my spot on the sofa with need. I’m exhausted, and I need a break. I walk over and drop down onto the sofa,
tucking my legs up and sighing loudly. I can’t remove the images of Hendrix having sex with me from my mind; they’re haunting me in the most beautiful way. I’m not even sure I want to stop thinking about them.
 

I lay down, slowly letting my body sink into the soft sofa. I stare up at the roof, and my mind just spins. I have so many thoughts and feelings flying around that I can’t pinpoint one long enough to process it. I hear the door creak, and I lift my head and see Hendrix stepping in. He shuts the door behind him, and locks it. Oh crap. I sit up, and our eyes connect the entire time as he walks over and stops in front of me. Why is he in here? I made it clear I wanted a break, I needed to think, so why is he here staring down at me, like he wants to eat me alive?
 

“Stand up,
inocencia
,” he husks.
 

“What? I…no…”
 

“Now,” he orders firmly, yet his voice still holds that level of raw, sexual desire.
 

Like I have no control over my body, I stand slowly, my entire body trembling with…is that lust? Or something more? When I’m on my feet, Hendrix grips my arms and walks me out into the middle of the room. He stops me, and then turns and walks over to the sofa. What the hell? He sits down, leans back and puts his arms up behind his head, causing those muscles to flex and pull. I watch him in confusion.
 

“I wasn’t done, earlier. I said one day,
but
I didn’t mean that I would put my cock in you once; I meant that I would have one entire day with you. I’m not finished with that day. Now, get your clothes off.”
 

My mouth drops open, and I feel my fingers fumbling nervously together. “I…I…”
 

“
Inocencia
,” he rasps, “now, baby.”
 

My entire body is on fire, and I don’t want to deny him. The thought of having him buried deep inside me again is removing every other logical thought in my mind, and replacing it with a deep, intense need that is so strong I can’t fight it. I grip my shirt, and go to lift it but he puts a hand up, stopping me. He gets to his feet, walks over to his desk and presses a few buttons on a small set of speakers. A moment later, a familiar song comes on. I watch as he turns, and then walks back over and sits down, resuming his position.
 

“Take them off, slowly,” he growls.
 

He wants me to…strip? I hear the song flare to life, and my cheeks flush. Well, it is a stripper song. The words “She’s my cherry pie,” fill the room, and it takes everything inside me not to flick my hair around and dance like a wild girl. This song just does that to me. Instead, I grip my shirt again, and slowly begin swaying my hips from side to side. I’ve not ever undressed like this in front of a man before, and the idea of it is completely erotic. My entire body is tingling with shame, yet I can’t stop.
 

When I meet Hendrix’s lusty gaze, it only spurs me on.
 

It could be a great chance for me to make him want me so desperately he can’t look back.
 

At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
 

I continue swaying my hips while my fingers slowly lift the top. When I reach my breasts, I flick my head and do a half-curve of my body, making my hair flick and my body twist in an extremely sexual manner. I lift myself back up, wiggling my hips as I lift the shirt over my head. When I
gaze at
Hendrix, he’s so damned hard his jeans are straining against his cock. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wild with need.
 

“Keep going,” he rasps.
 

I toss my shirt onto the ground, and I spin so my back is facing him. I wrap my arms around myself and wiggle my ass as I unclip my bra. I shimmy it off, and toss it onto the ground. I hear Hendrix suck in a breath, and my cheeks flush even
more.
I slide my hands down my body, still swaying my hips softly, and I grip my shorts. Doing my best “ass girl” maneuver, I slowly grip them and move my hands down my body with them, leaving my ass in the air. Hendrix growls, and I know that he’s enjoying the view.
 

I step out of my shorts, and slowly run my hands back up my body before looking over my shoulder at him. His fingers are pressing into his thighs, and he’s breathing deeply. God, he looks so fucking yummy, sitting there, looking so desperate. He lifts his hand, and twirls his fingers. “Spin, baby. Let me see.”
 

I do as he asks, and slowly turn. I see his entire body go rigid when I am facing him, and my heart begins to pound. My fingers are up near my breasts, semi-covering them. “Drop the hands,
incocencia
,” he rasps.
 

Slowly, I lower my hands. His eyes widen, and he makes a deep throaty groaning sound.
 

“Dance, baby. I need you to dance.”
 

I begin to sway my hips again, and slowly I let my fingers slide over my body. I close my eyes, taking myself to another place. Knowing his eyes are on me, God, it’s a feeling I can’t quite describe. He’s making everything inside me come alive, but most of all, he’s making me feel…beautiful, sexy, alluring…hell, he’s making me feel like a woman. I’ve never felt that in all my life.
 

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he hisses.
 

I open my eyes, and meet his. And we hold that look as I slowly move my fingers down and hook them into my panties. I begin swaying my hips and lowering myself again, only this time I keep my eyes on his. His gaze doesn’t stray; he doesn’t let his eyes move from mine. He just watches me, letting those deep brown eyes burn into me. I step out of my panties as soon as they’re lowered, and then slowly, I move up, until I’m standing. Heat flares in my cheeks, and I break eye contact with Hendrix.
 

“Are you ashamed?” he murmurs, moving so he’s standing. Then he stalks toward me.
 

“No, I…”
 

“You’re fucking exquisite,
inocencia
. Like a fucking dream.”
 

His words make my entire body break out in shivers. I wrap my arms around myself, at which he reaches out and stops me. His fingers curl around my wrists, and he pulls them up above my head, raising my breasts. His gaze lowers, and his jaw flexes as he watches my nipples harden beneath his gaze. Slowly, he lowers his head, still holding my arms up, and he captures my nipple in his mouth. I gasp, and my legs wobble as he begins to swirl his tongue around and around, causing a pathetic little whimper to escape from my lips.
 

When he closes his teeth over, and a little pinch shoots through my chest, my knees do buckle.
 

He gently lowers me onto the floor, and his hard body falls over mine. I can feel his erection pressing between my legs as I widen them to accommodate him. His jeans press
right to my core, and when I shift, he hisses. “You’re so fucking hot, I can feel it through my jeans. Fuck,
inocencia
, I need to be inside you again.”
 

I whimper, and drop my head onto the floor as his lips find my neck. The desperate need to taste him is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. I want his lips on mine, I want his tongue to dance with mine—I just want to see what he tastes like. I need to see what he tastes like, more than anything, I am desperate to crush my lips against his. Feeling them sliding up my neck to nip at my ear makes that need so much more intense. How can one man be so incredibly addictive?
 

“On the couch I want you to ride me, but first, I want your sweet mouth around my cock,” he murmurs into my ear, before wrapping his arms around me and lifting us both.
 

He turns us and walks over to the sofa, sitting himself down and pulling me over him. I’m straddling him, our bodies are rubbing together and our faces are close. Slowly, without thinking, I move my lips in closer. Before I can make it, his hand slides up and tangles in my hair, halting me. We’re so close that I can feel his warm breath tickling my lips. Our eyes are locked, and the heat sizzling between us is so intense my entire body is on alert.
 

“You know the rules,” he murmurs. “No kissing.”
 

I bite my lower lip, and let my eyes travel down to his lips. So full, so manly, and I long to feel that stubble rubbing against my lips as I slide them all over him.
 

“What about other places?” I whisper, lifting my eyes.
 

“You can kiss me anywhere else,” he rasps.
 

I move my head in closer, tilting it to the side and pressing it just outside of the corner of his mouth. He releases my hair, and makes a pained growling sound. I slide my tongue out, making a small circle, before moving across his jaw. I can taste him; the faint saltiness to his skin is actually quite a turn on. The small spikes of stubble that my tongue encounter every now and then just spark me on. When I reach his ear, I slide my tongue out and flick his earlobe. He curses, and his hands slide between my legs, pushing them apart so I’m straddling him fully, and then his fingers slide in to find my damp clit.
 

I groan, and lift my hand, cupping the other side of his face as I move my lips over his cheek. He drops his head back, eyes closed, fingers still sliding through my pussy. He
likes it, and he’s letting me be this close to him, even if it’s just for a moment. I slide my mouth up, kissing his skin, then I pepper little kisses over his eyelids before moving down his nose and pressing one to the end. He groans as I move my lips down past his lips, and give his chin a gentle suck.
 

“Shit,
inconceia
, I need to fuck you.”
 

I drop my head, and find his neck. I trail kisses down, stopping every now and then to give him a gentle suck. He fingers find my entrance, and he thrusts them inside me. I mewl, and rotate my hips to feel more of him. I lower my mouth to his collarbone, and here I can smell him the strongest. He’s got a musky, very masculine scent. I nip at his skin before sliding my mouth over his shoulders. He fucks me with his fingers so skillfully, tilting them at that perfect angle, that he has me coming in a matter of minutes. I push myself closer to him, burying my face into his shoulder as I shudder, feeling little jerks of pleasure traveling from my pussy right up my spine.