Learning to Trust: Limits (4 page)

Sprawled out in front of me was a beautiful cabin, a one-story structure that covered the land like a wooden blanket. "Roland, oh my god!" I said. The house was surrounded by white sand and gorgeous blue water that went out further than I could see.

"Just for my pet," he whispered. "There's no cell phone reception out here. No TV or internet. This is my only truly secluded place in the world."

Overcome with excitement, I kissed him. I felt like a girl in high school that had just been called to the front office to receive a dozen roses, roses that she'd have to carry back to class—and everyone would see. For that single moment, I forgot about everything negative associated with my life, all of the tension and uncertainty
disappearing into the air like vapors
. Undercover or not, this was a beautiful gesture that just floored me.

I was in such a good mood that I didn't even notice when Roland's phone beeped to signify an incoming text. After glancing at it, he powered off the phone, his smile larger than I'd ever seen before. "Jacuzzi time, pet?"

"Absolutely!" I said.

I grabbed my purse and took his hand as he helped me to my feet. We leisurely strolled toward the house as the limo made a wide circle in the giant driveway and left us there, secluded and alone. The walk was composed of giant, fragmented pieces of rock,
eloquently arranged,
so smooth and level to step on.
It was a sophisticated sidewalk.

We arrived at the front door and Roland pressed a code into a digital lock. By this point, I'd seen a lot of these locks lately. I guess rich folks just weren't into
carrying around
physical keys anymore.

The front door opened to a giant living room, the walls sparsely decorated with pieces of abstract art. There was a giant, wall-hugging couch and a number of leather chairs scatt
ered about in a socially-optimized
fashion. In
the center was a gigantic blood-
red area rug, one that seemed to make a single point of contact with every piece of furniture in the room.

Roland led me forward until we
had passed
through the kitchen and dining room
on our way to the outside
, both
rooms
lavish and furnished with modern appliances and beautiful tables and chairs.
T
he deck was not
unlike the deck at his mansion. It
was just as long as the house—and with a stunning view of the
natural
surroundings.
And just a
s he said, there was a jacuzzi. It was
elevated enough that we'd
be able to see deep into the lake while
enjoying all of the warm, vibrating bubbles.

"Come on in," Roland said. He abruptly stripped down to nothing, his bare, toned body out there
for the world to see, his
clothes wadded up in a pile on the deck.

"Roland!" I said. "What are you doing?"

"There's no one out here for miles." He smiled and squinted as the sun shone right into his face, a small cloud covering continuing on its journey and freeing up
additional
beams of light.

"Yeah, unless they have a telescope," I said.

"Pet, you're just no fun. Learn to live a little." Roland tweaked some settings on a control panel and then pressed a button that lifted the top up
and over the side
. It already looked like a cauldron, and we were about to be cooked in the best possible way. He climbed the ladder and then his legs vanished, leaving only his torso and smiling head in my view.

Ah, what the hell.
I had never gone skinny dipping before, and although this certainly wasn't exactly the same thing, I figured this feeling was just part of the appeal. I pulled everything off until I was as naked as can be, fighting the urge to cover myself with my hands.
"I'm coming in!" I yelled.
I felt free, liberated. I needed to just have fun for at least a minute or two.

"Welcome!" Roland said as my figure appeared rose from the ladder. "Get inside before that guy with the telescope sees you!"

"Shut up," I whined. I sort of jumped in and splashed him the best I could without doing something too risky. There wasn't a
NO DIVING
sign, but I was smart enough to realize that obviously I should
n't
make too grand
of
an entrance into a jacuzzi. "Oh my god!" I cried out, the warmth literally overwhelming me. It was a beautiful feeling, the jets rushing against my skin, the bubbles swarming around me and gobbling me alive.

"It's nice, huh? I love coming out here," Roland said. "I don't get to do it often enough." Like a magician, he reached over the side of the tub and fiddled with something momentarily. When his hands returned, he was holding yet another bottle of champagne. He set it down on the ledge and then grabbed two glasses to accompany it.

"Where the hell does that keep coming from?" I asked. "You've always got champagne somewhere!"

"Are you complaining?" He was already pouring me a glass.

"Absolutely not." I laughed and took the glass from him.

"To success," he said.

"To success!" I clinked my glass against his.

For a brief moment—I did my best to quiet my mind after this—I thought about how different things had been lately. I had gone through that period where Roland acted like I didn't even exist, like I was literally nobody. It had been so frustrating and then came all of my suspicions and the incident with Frederic and everything else. And now, I was undercover, working against this guy just as he became everything I could have wanted in a man. He was being so supportive and reasonable, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn't suspecting some severe ulterior motive.
Would that prove to be a mistake?

Roland and I
playfully
sat in that jacuzzi for far longer than we should have. The idyllic view of the lake made it intoxicating in the same way the alcohol was, because the longer we stared at it, the slower we moved. By that time, I was sitting in front of him, his arms and legs wrapped around my body as I straddled the ledge.

He stood up, unable to hide his erection in the
late-afternoon sun
I chuckled softly, but couldn't deny that just seeing it made me tingle. "Come with me," he said, leaning forward to help me out of the water.
I took his hand and allowed him to lift me until I got a solid footing and then followed him down the ladder.

We walked t
oward the far edge of the patio where
there was an outdoor room, one that had large windows facing the lake. I had seen it before, but just assumed it was an extended living room or something. Just somewhere to have drinks and hide from the mosquitoes. Boy, was I wrong.

Roland opened the door and led me inside. The walls were wooden, and the space held the sun's heat very well. There were golden light fixtures along the top of the wall that pointed outward like fingers. In the center was a beautiful queen-size bed, the windows behind it extending from the ceiling all the way to the floor. You could only see into the room from the windows facing the water. The view was perfect—and private.

"Roland, wow!" I said.

"I wanted a king-size bed, but the designer made the room too narrow. What a shame." He gave me a sarcastic grin.

"Oh, Roland. You're never satisfied, are you?"

His grin went from sarcasm to
wickedness
. "Very rarely," he whispered. "But today, I'm a very happy man."

There were two dark blue towels on the wall and he pulled one down and handed it to me. After I took it, he grabbed the other
for himself
. We
dried off
like we had just gotten out of the shower. When we were both
satisfied
, he took them both and tossed the
m to the corner of the room—and then
stared at my nude body with greedy eyes.

He charged at me and knocked me onto the soft bed, his lips immediately finding mine and locking into place. We met with an intensity I'd never seen before, intensity that I could feel in his erection with every beat of his heart. He was grinding that hardness against my thigh, his tongue mimicking the motions against mine as they twined in the tiny space between our mouths.

I was already slick between my thighs, his hand immediately aware and sliding against the wetness. Air blasted out of my lungs as he stroked my clit in a gentle frenzy, my body totally overcome with that growing burn. His tongue was tracing against every interior surface of my mouth, mapping it out as our saliva mingled. Already, I couldn't think straight at all, the world turning into a very hazy and beautiful place.

Like a man driven by absolute hunger, Roland severed the ties between our lips and began trailing down my body with his tongue, spending a brief moment to spiral it around each of my nipples
and nibbling gently before continuing his journey.

"I can't resist you, beautiful pet," he said, his words filling in the spaces between his kisses. Soon he was at the soft curls of my mound, nuzzling me, building up anticipation that kept my nerves heightened and firing in waves.
Tension was coiled up inside of me like a snake—and quickly growing.

"Please," I begged, his breath warming my clit as he
savored the smell of me, teasing me with his unexpected slowness. But instead of a delicate touch, he plunged into me with his tongue, drenching his taste buds with my juices. His sudden probing made my back arch, my legs wrapping and tightening around his head.
My muscles
clenched
around his tongue, his upper lip brushing my clitoris with each thrust and making me purr even more.

"I can never get enough of the sweetness," Roland remarked as he retracted his tongue from inside of me and focused it on my clit. He started licking in smooth, random patterns that caused the pleasure to swell up inside of me like a storm. My fingers found my nipple and hypnotically tweaked, the sensation only serving to heighten everything I was feeling down below. Roland's pressure was just exquisite, almost as if he had a direct link to my nerves and was following along with everything that I felt.
I kept my eyes closed and just
felt
.

He continued until my first orgasm arose, peaking like a quick burst of flame that scorched me and then faded away fast. My cream spilled forth and he sampled, ensuring that I was pleasured, but still begging for just a little bit more. I let out a
high-pitched
moan and let myself drift into nothingness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was stunned by the view of the lake, the sun beginning to creep down the sky toward an absolutely gorgeous sunset. Roland's muscles were shining in the light, his body crawling up the bed until we were perfectly aligned. I wanted more, so much more. He had given me a taste—now I needed the whole meal.

"Fuck me, Roland," I begged.

"I never thought you'd ask," he whispered. His eyes crawled along my body until his hands were cupping my breasts. He kissed and filled my mouth with the sweetness of my own juices; I loved it when he did that and it only served to make me even wetter.

And with that, he was spreading my legs wide, pressing his cock against my moist slit, giving me a sample of what was to—

"Oh my god!" I cried out. His erection filled me at once, reaching the deepest parts of my womb.
I swore that I might break, to crack into a million pieces and dissolve into Roland. He was hungry and could no longer delay.

"Pet, god," he remarked. "Such a beautiful feeling." He was staring into my eyes, watching my body's response as he overtook it. "You fit me so well."

He thrust hard and fast, his body working to give us both exactly what we needed. My breasts shook every time his thighs slapped against mine, the sounds of our sex filling that tiny room as we moved together. We were both lost in bliss, our bodies rushing toward a common goal.

My legs rested on his shoulders as he pounded even deeper into me, his muscles tensed and flexing with every move he made. Undulating waves of pleasure freely moved throughout me, my pussy buzzing with excitement, my blood absolutely boiling. We kissed randomly, our lips suddenly joining in brief flashes as he fucked me with incredible power.
Moisture trailed down my legs onto the bed.

"Pet," he said. He pulled out, leaving me empty for just a second and turned me until I was facing toward the lake, his body wrapped along my back. He probed between my legs with his erection until he found his place again, sliding into me from behind. "Look."

The sun was setting in that moment, that moment of visual and physical pleasure that was unlike anything that had ever come before it. "Roland, oh my god," I said. His hip
s began to slam against my butt
, his cock
filling me just right
as we
stared at that beautiful
, settling orb of light in the sky. Once again—and this had been happening more than ever lately!—I felt like I was in a movie.