Enslaved By The Ocean (18 page)

“Now, baby,” he breathes. “Suck me.”
 

Oh.
 

Yes.
 

I slowly slide off his lap, and as I move, he grips his jeans and undoes them, jerking them down just enough to free his cock. When I am on my knees in front of him, elbows resting on his thighs, I take a moment to gaze at the large, extremely erotic sight before me. He has a beautiful cock, so thick, so long, so perfectly shaped. I reach out, wrapping my fingers around it, and then slowly, I lower my head. I slide my tongue out first, letting it swirl around the tip. He hisses and his hips jerk upwards.
 

“Don’t tease,
inocencia
,” he groans.
 

I press him against my cheek, feeling the hot, smooth skin there. Then I turn my head and I lower my mouth onto him. He growls so loudly I pause, actually wondering if I’ve hurt him. “Don’t stop,” he pants.
 

Spurred on, I lower my mouth further, sucking and swirling my tongue as I go. When I’ve taken him as deep as I can I begin gently lifting my head, and then repeating this over and over until I’ve got a gentle yet firm bobbing motion happening. Hendrix’s hands
tangle in my hair, and he jerks his hips, hissing my name as I begin to move faster, using my hand to pump the base of his cock while my mouth deals with the rest.
 

“Shit, fuck, stop,” he growls suddenly, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back.
 

He tugs me upwards, and as I move he
takes
a condom from his jeans and tears it open,
then he fumbles almost desperately to get it out of the packet
. His entire chest is straining, his muscles bunching and releasing. It’s beyond hot. I watch as he rolls the condom over his cock, which is red and angry, like it’s about to explode. He grips me, pulling me forward. I don’t get the chance to have a moment to think because he’s pressing a hand to the small of my back and sinking me down onto him before I can even speak.
 

I don’t need to speak.
 

All that comes out of my mouth as he slowly fills me is a ragged moan. My pussy stretches around him, and the feeling is so intense I feel my head begin to spin. I close my eyes and drop my head back.
 

“Eyes,
inocencia
,” he rasps, gripping my chin and turning my face back toward his. I open my eyes and once again, we lock in that moment that’s just ours. Nothing else comes through; it’s as though no one else exists when he’s looking at me like that.
 

“Won’t last long,” he murmurs. “Too fucking sweet.”
 

He grips my hip, and begins grinding me against him, stopping the up and down motion that I had just begun to create. The grinding is better though, oh, it is better. He makes small circular movements that have his cock pressing against my inner walls, finding that sweet spot. I whimper, and begin taking over the action on my own. The deep grinding continues and his hands move up and cup my breasts, his thumbs making little circles over my nipples.
 

“Hendrix,” I rasp. “I…oh, God…”
 

“Come for me,
inocencia
. Scream my name.”
 

I jerk, and when his finger slides down to find my clit, I come. It’s better than in the waterfall earlier, different, but definitely better. This time, I scream so loud my throat closes off, causing my scream to end in a choking gasp.
 

“H…Hendrix,” I stammer, still clenching and shuddering over him.
 

“Going to come, oh, fuck, now,” he roars, and then he jerks his hips up suddenly, and I can feel him pulsing as I clench, and our cries of pleasure mix together to make the most beautiful sound.
 

I slump against him, my head dropping onto his chest. A fine sheen of sweat covers his skin, and I find myself sliding my tongue out to have a taste. Oh, yes. Hendrix
takes
my face, lifting it off
his chest
.
 

“Enough,
incoencia
, or I’ll fuck you again.”
 

Well maybe I want him to.
 

I pull my chin away from him, and put my head back on his chest, exhaling loudly. He surprises me by putting an arm around my waist and resting it there, but to me, it feels as though he’s holding me. It’s a nice feeling.
 

“Tell me about your life,” he murmurs softly above me.
 

“My life?” I say in a small exhausted voice.
 

“Yeah, your life.”
 

I nestle further into him, truly feeling this moment with him. “I’m not sure it really matters in the big scheme of things, does it?”
 

“No,” he murmurs. “I suppose not. Tell me anyway.”
 

Wanting to extend this moment together, maybe
make
a bit more of a connection, I decide to talk to him.
 

“Well, you know about Kane…”
 

“That his name?” he grunts, and I feel it rumble through my cheek. “Kane?”
 

“Yeah, that’s his name.”
 

“You met him how?”
 

“I met him in foster
care
. We were foster brother and sister in a home, so to speak. We grew close, and we moved out and away together as soon as I was old enough. Things were great for a long time, until I started seeing his violent side. The beatings started, and they just didn’t stop. I got so tired of them, so emotionally damaged, that I ended up
fearing for my life. That night he beat me…I had to protect myself. I was hiding in a cupboard when he found me, and we wrestled for a long time with the gun. He had it pointed to my face so many times I was sure my life would end, but I managed to be the one to get the shot in. I injured him badly, he went to jail, and just before I went on the yacht he got released. I knew I had to start my life again, so I decided to leave the country. The night before I left he contacted me, threatening me,
 and
I knew I had to go.”
 

“Fucker wouldn’t want to cross paths with me
.
I’d kill him.”
 

I snort. “He wouldn’t find me now.”
 

“Damn right he won’t.”
 

We’re silent a minute, and he begins drawing small circles on my back.
 

“What about your parents?”
 

“I had a good life, and then my dad started running off the rails and disappearing. One night he went, and never came back. My mom died, she was ill with cancer, and after that I just got sent off.”
 

“So your dad’s still alive?”
 

“I think he is…he just disappeared. How can one person just disappear? It never made sense. Sometimes I hoped he was dead, because it made it easier to process the pain of why he didn’t come back.”
 

“You ever tried to find him?” he asks, shifting, and wrapping his arms around me tighter.
 

It’s nice.
 

“No, I don’t have the resources.”
 

“What’s his name? I might be able to help.”
 

My heart hammers. He might be able to help? As in, he might reconsider selling me? Everything inside me floods with warmth.
 

“Charles Waters.”
 

Hendrix jerks as though he’s been hit. “What did you say?”
 

“I…that’s my fathers name.”
 

Suddenly I’m being tossed off him, as if I’m no more than a rag doll. He slides from my body quickly, leaving it feeling odd for a moment. He gets to his feet, yanks his jeans up and storms over to his desk, shoving through papers. What the hell is happening?
 

“Do you know him? Will you help me find him? Will you reconsider
s
elling me?” I babble before I can stop myself. His frantic behavior has me wondering if he knows my father, and hope swells in my chest.
 

He spins around, his eyes filled with something I can’t understand…fear? Rage? He storms over, gripping my shoulder. “You’re not
staying here
, so stop fucking thinking all this is going to change that.”
 

Then he turns and practically runs out the door.
 

What the hell just happened?
 

My heart drops into my stomach, and everything hurts.
 

Back to square one.
 

Landlubber!
 

**
 

I clean up before heading out of the ship. It’s late afternoon, and the sun has finally come out so I walk a long way down the beach, not wanting to go to the camp, and I find myself a spot on the slowly drying sand to sit down. It sticks to my legs, and my foot, I realize, is
a
ching, but I don’t care. I’m confused. Hendrix and I, we had a moment, and then he just ran out. His words hurt. All along, I thought maybe we were creating something, but all along he was just fucking me. There’s nothing more to it. Maybe the idea that he actually considered helping me hit home, and he realized he was getting too close.  
 

“I’ve been looking for you.”
 

I hear Jess’s voice, and I look up to see her standing there, smiling down at me. “Hendrix said he couldn’t find you…”
 

I turn away, and swallow. I won’t cry. I won’t show that kind of weakness. I have held myself together so well, to fail now would break me. Jess sits down beside me, and puts an arm around my shoulders.
 

“He was…behaving oddly. Barking orders, and talking closely
with
Drake. He seemed panicked, and then he couldn’t find you, and he exploded. I told him I’d come and see where you were.”
 

She rubs my shoulders and pulls me in close to her side.
 

“We had a moment, and then there was a second
when
I thought I had a chance of escape and freedom, but he turned it around. He’s not going to change his mind about selling me. I don’t want to be sold
.
I don’t want this to be how my life goes.”
 

“I’m going to help you,” she whispers. “I won’t let him sell you, Indi.”
 

I lift my head, meeting her gaze. “What?”
 

“You’re not getting sold…”
 

“There’s no escape, Jess, you know that. I’ve tried. I can’t get Eric and escape without being noticed. I can’t do both…”
 

“Yes, you can.”
 

I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
 

She swallows, and turns and stares behind us. When she turns back to me, I see she’s worried. About what I’m not sure, but I bet I’m about to find out.
 

“What’s going on, Jess?”
 

“Eric will be here in about an hour
.
I told Hendrix I’m taking him to see you. He felt for you, so he let me.”
 

“What? Why?”
 

“I called the sea police, Indigo.”
 

My eyes widen. “I don’t…I don’t understand.”
 

“I can’t let him do this to you, and the longer you’re out on that ocean, the less chance you have of escaping.”
 

“But…how…”
 

She leans in close. “I told him this afternoon that we needed some more medical supplies. With the storm season upon us, he didn’t even think twice about it. He trusts me. He knows I have no reason to betray him…so when he handed me the phone and walked out, I made the call. I knew where we were, I made a point of listening to the co-ordinations of this island when they were talking…”
 

“Jess,” I gasp. “That’s dangerous…”
 

“It’s the only way. He’s never going to dock with you on the ship
-
he is too worried you will escape. I overheard him talking,
and
the swap will be done out at sea. You can’t possibly escape out
i
n that ocean, there’s nowhere to run to.”
 

“Hendrix will kill them, Jess. You know he will.”
 

“It’s worth the risk.”
 

“What if they kill him?” I whisper.
 

Her face tightens. “I told them to come to the north of the island
.
I’ll make sure you and Eric are at opposite ends to the pirates. If for some reason he figures it out, you should be too far gone by the time they get to this side.”
 

I feel my heart begin to thump. “Jess, if he finds out it was you…”
 

She grips my hand, squeezing it hard. “I can’t let you be sold, honey.”
 

I tremble, and rub my arms. Is this it? Is this really going to be my freedom? I repeat Hendrix’s words in my head, and I know that my attempts at making him change his mind are just that: attempts. I am the only one with growing feelings; he made it clear that he has none. If I stay, it will only hurt more when the moment comes for me to leave him. It will break me, and I can’t live with that.
 

I turn to Jess. “Come with me,” I plead, gripping her hands.
 

“You know I can’t, my life is here
.
I have nothing but a life of running on the land.”
 

She looks sad, her green eyes empty. She really has no way out.
 

“You don’t want it to be here, though, do you?”