Rebeca was on edge and had been that way for the past few hours. It wasn’t because of the intense situation of working with her boss. No… It was due to her ex-boyfriend. Normally she looked at her phone a few dozen times during these meetings for a list of reasons, to answer emails, take notes of specific dates, approve items to be placed in her boss’s office, etcetera. But this was different. It was personal, and dammit if it didn’t make her feel guilty as hell. Fortunately for her, her boss effectively handled himself and the banking associates. Her glances at her phone caused no disturbances. The last threatening message from her ex told her if she didn’t call him, he’d do something that she’d regret.
She was tired of him, but more importantly, she was ready to start living her life the way she wanted to. Her eyes followed the beautiful landscape, the stretching island seemed almost like a painting, and the sunset couldn’t have been more peaceful. As usual, when he was focused on something, her boss’s plans came together so well. She could tell the partners had a good feeling about increasing the bar for her employer.
She loved working for him, handling every little task he gave her, from filing his paperwork to managing his schedule. The ride back to the villa they shared was marked by a relaxed atmosphere, which continued after returning home. As the two stepped back into the beachfront, Ethan’s disposition was a rare delighted one. The purpose of their visit had been to meet with the executives at the bank where his company, Sutherland Enterprises, deposited much of its monetary assets.
It had been a very successful year for his business, and the account had reached its deposit max, so he had to convince those in charge of the bank to make an exception for him. Here in this small island nation, the financial rules were far more lenient than in the U.S., and so he’d found it lucrative to store his money here. But negotiating with the team of bankers was a tall order. Thankfully, his argument won them over, and they agreed to each of his requests. Not that he seemed to have any doubt that he’d win them over.
She watched him as he loosened the knot of his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt as he entered, pacing across the floor and taking in the ocean breeze that flowed through the spacious villa. The tapping of Rebeca’s heels follows behind him as she eases out of her coat, collecting both of their discarded items, putting them away. He moved directly to the bar along one wall, pulling down a bottle of red wine and working it open as he smiled at his personal assistant.
He asked her now to join him for a drink, which made her cringe inwardly, but outwardly she smiled as she stepped across the perfectly finished room to the patio section. He’d made her try some of the oddest things and introduced her taste buds to things she’d never experienced before. Wine was one of those. He got her to try a few here and there. Some were good. Others were dreadful.
“Shall we celebrate and relax a bit?” he asked with a small grin.
He was a man of intensity, but at this moment he seemed to relax at least a bit. He was normally a stoic man, one who rarely showed much emotion, and one who gave little away about his thoughts or private life. Still, Rebeca was someone who knew him better than most, having worked with him for more than a few years as his personal assistant. She’d done well, anticipating his needs, being professional and prepared, and carrying herself the way someone who works for a man as powerful as Ethan should. Tonight would be a rare moment for the two to unwind, something he seemed to do infrequently, not even doing so with his wife.
Carrying two glasses, he moved to the back patio, beside the pool, and sat down, inviting her to the chair beside his. He poured both glasses and raised his in a toast. She looks down at her glass of wine. Curling her fingers around the glass, she swirls curiously, lifting it to her nose. She inhales, letting the aroma fill her nose, the scent wasn’t exactly what she anticipated, but she found it pleasing.
“To a job well done, Rebeca,” Ethan says smiling a rare smile.
“To a job well done to you, Sir.” She smiles, nodding and toasting him. She sipped some of it and let out a pleased moan. The taste was even better than she expected “Now that… Tastes better than I could have hoped.” She grins, gazing over her glass at him.
Ethan gave a knowing hint of a smile to the young woman. He knew she had been mostly inexperienced in plenty of the foods and drinks she enjoyed with him, and he also knew some of the tastes he enjoyed she didn’t – at least perhaps not yet. So when it turned out he’d chosen a wine she enjoyed, he was pleased.
“Relax and enjoy it, Rebeca. It’s been a busy few days, and there’s finally a few hours to simply enjoy this place.”
If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t at all eager to go home the next day. His relationship with his wife had fallen flat for years now, devoid of the spark it once had, and the thought of having to talk to her, eat with her, sleep next to her…it was entirely unappealing to him. But he kept up appearances, never letting on his displeasure at the situation.
“I haven’t had a moment yet to check the news, but how is this virus situation affecting travel? Last I saw, Europe was closing all airports. What a mess…” he commented as he leaned back into the chair, crossing one leg over the other, his gaze moving out across the horizon, taking in the vivid colors of the sunset.
She smiles as she waves her hand gently and hunts for her phone. “I’m sure it’s fine, let’s see here.” She says softly, as she pulls out her phone.
When the phone boots up, it takes a few moments, though she immediately goes to the web rather than the dozen or so new text messages that are now sitting as a number above her messenger app. She smiles, nodding her head a bit as looks at him.
“Well… It looks like we will get in with no problem, but they are checking temperatures at the airports… So we should be good.” She says, shifting her shoulder up a bit as she sips more of the wine. The taste was truly pleasing, in fact, most of the things he’s introduced to her she savored. She looks down at the cup, swirling it around gently, trying not to think of the incoming texts.
Ethan nodded, “Good. I do worry about this virus. I think it may end up being far worse than we’ve been led to believe.” He had already sold most of his stocks in travel when he’d seen the way the virus had affected Asia, but it was doubtful his business could evade the effects of a global pandemic, no matter what he did.
He looked over at his assistant, “Tell me, Rebeca, is there anything you’ve wanted to do since arriving here that you haven’t done yet? You’ve been by my side this whole time, perhaps you’d rather be off doing something for yourself?”
Becca hears him, her eyes going over to his as he spoke to her. She couldn’t help but smile, shifting her head to the side as she grins a little. “Honestly… I was thinking about taking a dip in the pool… Or maybe even having some sort of smores night.”
Almost as if to emphasize what she was thinking, and what she’d said, her eyes shift down at the water of the pool. She suddenly felt the stress of the day draining right off of her leaving her calm almost. The peace she felt here was something she wouldn’t ever get anywhere in the city they worked in. Her anxiety over all the texts seemed to be something of the past as if she could now only think of time with her boss.
She knew that her ex was full of it, but she was glad that at this moment, with one of the wealthiest men she’s ever met, she was truly happy. She gazed down his body, before landing on his hand. Those hands would look so nice pinning her down, or caressing her skin. The glint of the metal surrounding his finger makes her look away, back over to the water.
“I… I may just go for a swim… did you want to join me?” She asks looking up into his eyes. His dark gaze was intimidating most of the time, but right now, it was simply, curious.
In all the time they’d been here – which, granted, was only a few days – neither of them had made use of the pool at all. It had an impressive view of the ocean and beach below, and anyone could understand how it drew Rebeca’s attention. When she mentioned him joining her, she could almost sense it. His pulse quickens slightly as he shifts in his chair. He had a beautiful assistant, that much was clear to everyone, but he’d always kept their dealings entirely professional, which some likely found hard to believe. But he was married, and he did have a reputation to uphold. Still, there was a glint in his eye, that made her smile softly. Did he want to see her wearing far less than what she wore now?
He said with a small smile, “I may take up your offer to take a dip in the pool. It sounds relaxing. I’ll need to call home but then I’d be glad to join you. So, I’ll see you shortly.”
She grins wide watching him as he rose and excused himself. Her eyes roaming up his larger body, the sight making her core hungry to see him in just a speedo… Or even swim trunks. She bites into her lip watching as he walks off, leaving her outside as he moves into the master bedroom. Once he was there he dials his wife’s number. He wasn’t at all enthused to speak to her, but he knew it needed to be done, or she might worry. Particularly since he was alone with a beautiful young woman.
She looks at her phone seeing that she had about thirteen texts. Which was odd seeing how before that it was a few dozen. She frowns a little standing up moving into the house. Her gaze shifts to the master bedroom, which was closed, as she moves to the other end of the house, to where she was staying. She pushes her door closed when she sees the first couple of messages. They were normal threats from her boyfriend, but as she scrolled down dread began to creep up her back. The threats began to take a wide turn… The last message makes her blood instantly run cold as her eyes widen slowly, her heart racing as she frowns a little.
Bitch… I warned you… It’s too late, I’m the only one that will accept you now… You know where to find me.
Her mouth goes dry as she frowns deeper, looking around quietly for a moment. He wouldn’t send anything to her boss… She opens her door, looking over to the master bedroom’s door, not hearing anything, she gulps a little before closing her door again. He wouldn’t… She thought to herself as she pulls off her dress. She moves to her suitcase, sliding up a thong bikini. He wouldn’t have… He knows how much she loves this job… She powers down her phone, knowing he was just trying to get to her, but just in case she had to be cautious.
She eases her door open, peering out quietly listening for any… Angry? Sounds. She doesn’t hear anything, which means that her ex could have just been trying to scare her. Her white bikini looked like it could be transparent if it got wet. It clings so form-fitting to her that it looked close to snapping off. Her butterfly tattoo rides on her backside completely exposed due to her wearing thong panties. Her long flowing brown hair teasing the top of her ass as she eases her body out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She heads to the bathroom, grabbing two large fluffy towels, heading out to the pool. She had no clue what was happening in the room just feet away.
The conversation with his wife wasn’t a long one, nor a particularly memorable one. As he spoke – or rather listened to his wife – he rummaged through his suitcase and found a pair of shorts he could swim in. And finally, it was over. He bid her goodbye, and hung up, ready to change for his rendezvous with Rebeca. But before he put his phone aside, he noticed he had a notification: a text from an unknown number. He opened it, finding a message written all in caps:
THE SLUT GAVE IT UP, RIGHT IN YOUR OFFICE
Attached was a video, which Ethan played. And what he saw left him stunned. It was Rebeca, clear as day, her face was fully exposed. She was bent over his desk, taking a cock deep and hard repeatedly Being fucked. In his office. Over his desk. His lips parted, and he felt a rush of emotions: anger, deception, disappointment… There were other feelings as well… But he couldn’t go there, so he’d stick to anger. That was his desk. The office he’d given her keys to due to how much he trusted her was used for this. Used to do this? Disrespect him? He didn’t have to watch the video again. He immediately marched out of the bedroom and moved to the patio, seeing Rebeca so exposed in her thong, revealing the very same butterfly tattoo that he saw in the video. But he wasn’t at all aroused by the sight. He was too clouded with anger.
Rebeca was currently trying to find some peace as she looks out at the orange sky, slowly beginning to relax as she sighs happily. Her lips curling up into a soft smile as she steps into the pool, the water soaking around her legs. The man behind her exits the house, moving closer to the edge of the pool as she feels her water bathing at her thighs. All of those nasty messages, all of those calls were gone forever, she relaxed a little more, being all too pleased with herself as she feels the water rising to her hips.
He tried to speak without raising his voice. “Rebeca,” he spoke sternly making her quickly turn around sensing a threat.
She wasn’t ready for the anger that held her name. Her eyes widen as she sees her boss standing with his phone in his hand as he glared at her. Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. Her eyes widen slowly as she whimpers a little slow coming out of the water, easing towards him.
“I just received something very disturbing. I’m so disappointed. So very disappointed in you. You’ve betrayed my trust by using my office in that way. I expect you to have everything cleared out by day’s end tomorrow.” His voice was low, dangerously low as she gulps heavily her feet stopping in their tracks as she feels the water pouring off of her.
“S… Sir… Pl… Please I can explain.” She says whimpering softly holding her hands up as if he had a gun trained on her.
His broad chest was rising and falling as if he’d just sprinted for a hundred yards, and it seemed that he was doing all he could to prevent that anger from escaping. He was using all his willpower to restrain it, but his eyes told the story. He was upset. The stoic man was showing emotion, but not the sort anyone would want to be on the receiving end of.
“I don’t want explanations. I just want you to leave my employment quietly. I won’t be breathing a word of this to anyone, it’s too shameful. But you won’t be working for me a day longer, Rebeca.” He spat her name out as if it were the worst tasting thing he could have in his mouth.
Her eyes water as she gulps softly, covering her mouth with her hand as she shakes her head frantically. “Sir. I… I” She swallows harder, the tears unwelcomed come more quickly to her eyes as she runs her fingers through her hair. “Please… Just…” She became even more frantic. She could not focus on anything, everything becomes blurry as she shakes her head in disbelief. But what could she say? Her voice falters. “I… P… It wasn’t me.” She didn’t want to get fired; she couldn’t. She pressed her hands together as she turns her attention to him, hoping she does not have to tell him the full story. She lowered her eyes after a moment of his silent glaring as she shakes her head. “I… I’m so sorry, Sir.” She says with the finality of acceptance in her voice.
He was slowly calming himself, his eyes staying on the girl before him as he took a moment to inhale a deep breath and exhale. If she were looking for a sympathetic audience, it seemed she hadn’t found one. Ethan simply studied the girl, clearly in a panic, but did nothing to reassure her. He’d let her into his world, his very private world, and she had returned his invitation with disrespect.
“I do believe that you’re sorry, Rebeca. But you understand the consequences here. If I cannot trust you, how can I have you work so closely with me?”
He held all the power, and that was not only in the fact that he was her boss, but also that he was fully clothed and she was nearly naked. He towered over her, it seemed. He was speaking calmly, while she was frantic. All of it accentuated the imbalance between the two. Pain begins to sprout in her gut as her mouth goes dry for a moment. Her eyes look away from him as he spoke so calmly to her. She knew that there was nothing she could say to get him to trust her. Her heart ached and pounded, there was nothing she could do, nothing could fix it… She bites into her lip shaking her head as she turns away from him.
“I…” She says softly, her breathing still very frantic.
She felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach coiled and the feeling of nausea swept through her. She couldn’t tell him that she was forced to fuck her boyfriend in his office. Nor did she want to go into the semantics of her terrible childhood experiences that forced her into this place. She turns and faces him once more, as she lowers her gaze down to his lips before she begins to pace frantically. She would have to start looking for a new job… But what would the reason for leaving this job be… She had to get out of here! She blinks quickly, lifting her gaze to his once more, her thick dark lashes sticky from her tears as she whimpers.
“I… I understand.” She says softly, wanting to tell him the truth, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
As the young woman paced, panicked, and stuttered, Ethan seemed as immovable as a statue – both physically and emotionally. He stood his ground, his body language establishing his control of the situation: legs spread apart, hands on his hips. She moves away, rushing into the house as if that could make it all go away. She was running away from her troubles yet again, not wanting to be here, but having no choice.
He doesn’t try to stop her, letting her leave without saying a word. What was there to say, after all? He’d respect her more (or disrespect her less) if she owned it, rather than trying to find some reason for her mistake. He kept his eyes on her, all the way until she moved to her bedroom closing the door, Ethan stepped back inside and poured himself a glass of scotch, drinking it down quickly before pouring another. The familiar burn of the alcohol soothed him, for just a moment, as he thought back to the video, to the sight of his assistant being fucked on his desk by some other man.
It wasn’t only Rebeca he was upset with. He was angry at whoever that man was, who entered his space without permission and desecrated it. That man didn’t earn the right to stand in Ethan Sutherland’s office, and he certainly hadn’t earned the right to use his assistant like that. That last thought surprised Ethan a bit, but he was possessive, protective, and territorial. So perhaps that’s where it came from.
Eventually, he made his way to his bedroom, showering and pulling on a pair of boxers to slip into bed. He turned out the light but found he couldn’t sleep. And so he opened his phone, and clicked on that video, watching. Then he clicked again. And again. He found himself watching her, his assistant… He was clicking the video so that he could delete it… But now… He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He allows his eyes to watch the way her ass ripped from every smack of the male’s hips, enjoying the sight of her naked body as she bent over his desk. And at the same time, he found himself angered by the sight. It was a strange mix of emotions.
Ethan had risen just before the sun rose, having slept poorly the night before. He kept replaying the image of her in his office, so obscenely being used, and he couldn’t shake that sight. That could be due to the number of times he replayed the video. He decided that he’d go for a run, he slid out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and stepped outside.
He ran a few miles down the beach, faster than usual, as if he could perhaps sweat out his frustrations. Finding his mind far from clear, though, he dove into the water, swimming laps as the sun rose. Still, he felt tense. This wouldn’t fade, it seemed.
Meanwhile back in the Villa, Rebeca’s eyes were red from how much she cried during the night, her gaze still on the door as the sun began to rise. The night brought no comfort. It brought no warmth or promise that today would be better than any other day previous. She sits up in her bed, sighing softly as she slides her feet out of the bed. Her neck aching from the stress, anxiety, and dread for what lies behind the closed door.
She grabs one of her teal dresses, sliding it on, and collects all of her things, which admittedly, was more than she would need on a weekend trip to a tropical island. She slips her bag over her shoulder, looking down at her phone as she comes out of hiding. She hated how pathetic she felt, working for Mr. Sutherland was something she’d grown to love, and to imagine that he thought of her as little more than dirt now was… Heartbreaking. She remembered his words, they played all night through her head… How could she forget?
“I’m so disappointed.”
She sighs softly, frowning a little as she sits on a kitchen stool looking around the large open living room. She didn’t even get to spend too much time out in this area of the house. She didn’t get to relax here on the couch, or anything. What a shit show… She pulls up her phone, looking at the breaking news reports about the US shutting down flights leaving and coming in. Then reading an email that says, they weren’t going anywhere straight from their legal department… Shit… She calls the airport, to talk to some of the employees there.
A few phone calls later is when she hears the door opens, causing her to look over to see the back of a very wet Ethan Sutherland. Her eyes slowly went down to see his shirtless torso, and shorts, which clung to his solid thighs. Water dripped down his body, moving over his strong arms, broad chest and each rippled ab. She watched as he stepped into the living room, searching quietly as if he hadn’t seen her sitting near him.
“No… Sorry, what was that?” Rebeca asks making his attention snap to her as he saw her on the stool speaking on the phone.
She was sure he could tell she was tired from the rough night, but she saw him slip up a mask of indifference. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t immediately look away either. He found a towel, drying off a bit before moving to the kitchen to make coffee, listening to her on the phone.
“So… We have to stay here? Is there anything you can do?” Her voice seemed troubled, and soon she sounded resigned to whatever answer was provided. “I see… Yes please refund the account on file…” She hung up with a slow breath.
Looking up at the half-naked hunk who seemed to know already they weren’t going anywhere she spoke softly, “So… That virus… Is not only active but spreading to the point that all major airports are grounding flights coming in and out of the country… We…” She sighs again, shaking her head. “We’re stuck here. And there are no other rooms or anything for us to separate into until further notice.” She says softly, her gaze stays on his as she nibbles nervously into her lower lip.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered in a rare show of frustration, pouring the coffee and taking a sip as if it might calm him. “They shut down the whole country? What a mess.”
He paced back and forth in the kitchen area, his toned body so revealed in the shorts he wore, his muscles taut and tense. “Keep working on it. There has to be a way.”
She was no longer his assistant, and yet she was still doing her job. And he was still giving her instructions like her boss. They simply didn’t know anything else. “Have they announced how long the shutdowns will last?”
She knew that he hadn’t forgotten that he fired her yesterday and that firing would be officially signed off later today, but perhaps everything would shut down now, and he wouldn’t get that opportunity? Her dark brown gaze falls off of his to her phone, having a dreadful knot still very present in her belly as she nods a little standing up. She slips the phone into her dress pocket, before looking at the man again, shrugging slightly.
“No one’s said how long things would be shutting down, but apparently, they aren’t planning on opening any time soon. But… They said they would get back to me and notify me when things change. If you want I can draft up an email to the employees about working from home, and staying out of the office?” She says curiously, her gaze shifting over to his to see if he wanted her to do what she would have done if that damned video hadn’t been sent to him.
A thousand thoughts were racing through Ethan’s mind, but – for a change – none of them involved that video he’d seen the previous night. Instead, he was thinking about just how this pandemic would affect his business, his employees, his financial holdings. He was lost for a moment in this train of thought, and he only barely heard her suggestions, but he nodded.
“Yes, yes, do that,” he agreed to her suggestion, “And let the other executives know I won’t be back for a little while. Any signatures needed will go to them.”
He sighed again, his body tense: biceps taut, jaw clenched, knuckles white as he held the coffee cup in one hand. “It feels like the whole world is coming apart lately.”
She didn’t know what she wanted to do more, go to him and comfort him, or go to the room to type up the emails. She sways slightly, her eyes looking down at his jacked body before she sighs herself. She turns and walks into the room carrying all of her luggage with her so that she could put it into the closet once more. She pulls her laptop out, typing up a few emails, she checks the spelling and grammar, before she sends them all to him for approval before she would send them to all parties he noted earlier.
It had only been a little while, but it almost seemed normal for them to be working like this. Though, normally she would be in the same room as him, getting his calls he didn’t want to be bothered with. Her shoes had slipped off, and she lay on her stomach, with her feet towards the door as she typed up another document, one that would be for him from her, saying how sorry she was. She couldn’t bring herself to type further than a single sentence she’d deleted and rewritten that very sentence at least a thousand times:
I’m sorry I disrespected you in such a…
She sighs closing the laptop, heading back into the living room. When she saw Ethan, he seemed… overwhelmed instead of bothering him, she decided to go back to her room and start looking for another job. There was so much to do that he hadn’t even had a chance to shower and change into more appropriate clothing, and so he instead pulled out his laptop and sat at the counter in the kitchen typing out emails quickly to business partners, letting them know about various delays. He received the drafts from Rebeca, proofed them, and sent them along. She still had access to his world: to his inbox, his phone, his most personal spaces. He couldn’t revoke her access yet, he needed her help. Especially now.
After a half-hour of intense typing, he finally stood up and made his way over to her room. Knocking lightly on the door, it swung open slowly, revealing the girl in her dress on the bed, her heels kicked off. Her legs were somewhat hidden by the fabric, so much so that he couldn’t tell where one leg was from the other, but her ass was very evident. Even though the cloth separated his eyes from that butterfly tattoo, he could see it so clearly in his mind. Her form was beautiful, but he quickly pushed that thought from his mind.
“I’ve emailed as many as I could think of, handle canceling all my meetings for the next few days while we figure this out.” Her performance was very impressive for a fired secretary.
She looks over her shoulder at him, seeing his body fill the doorway. She nods her head gently before she sits up. “Yes Sir. I’ve already updated your calendar to reflect the held meetings, as well as set up any meetings that could be done via video. A large number of them said that they could do the video meetings.” She says crossing her legs on the soft bed as she stares at him.
“Good,” he nodded. He spoke directly, but not coldly. Right now, it seemed, there was a problem, and he was focused first on handling that. Everything else – including the drama of the video – could wait. “In that case, I’ll go shower, and you can let me know if anything comes up.” He looked the girl over, then turned and stepped away, moving to his master bedroom leaving her door open.
This was perhaps the most stressful day of his career, but he admitted to himself that he was pleased to have a capable assistant handling things. She would be difficult to replace, but she’d have to be replaced.
She finished what she’d set out to do. She made sure that the meetings were spread out so that he’d have a few video conference calls throughout the next few weeks. Even if it were the case that they did go back to in-person meetings, he’d have those set. She felt… Good? She was drained, yes. But she felt like she had helped during a rough time. She walked out of her room, the first thing she heard was the sound of the shower running. Part of her wanted to go in to take a peek at the handsome male, but she also didn’t want to overstep knowing how committed he was to his spouse.
She found herself in the kitchen, making some lunch, even though it was still rather early. She’d probably make a sandwich of some sort. The smell of bacon and eggs and sausage soon filled her nose as she smiles looking down at the food, ready to just relax and try to enjoy whatever time was left here. Of course, they wouldn’t be able to leave unless it was for essential things, but she was certain that it would be fine. Her view from the kitchen moving out across the vast island that peaked up to say hello from the open concept living room window was simply breathtaking. The only thing missing was the handsome male that had fired her just the night prior.
“Making us lunch, I see?” Comes the deep voice of her boss, making her shift her gaze over her shoulder to look at him.
Yup… He was all that was needed to complete the perfect picture that sat behind her. She doesn’t respond to his question, since it was a rhetorical one. She looks back at the food sizzling away. She would normally make his food along with hers, but now she didn’t work for him, so this would be a solo meal. Perhaps it was for the best, and if they ignored each other constantly it would only make things more uncomfortable.
“Yea. I… I Wasn’t making you anything. Of course, I can… What would you like?” She asked him, her gaze shifting back to his before she compiled her sandwich, and began to clean the pan out in the sink. “We do have bacon, cheese, turkey, patties… We have a lot of food… I haven’t noticed since we’ve been eating out.” She continued.
He sighed, but nodded his thanks rather than saying it out loud. He’d assumed incorrectly, which pointed to some arrogance on his part. A man with as much confidence as Ethan tended to have an ego, and that was on display when he’d assumed Rebeca was making enough for both of them. But when she offered to prepare him something, the thought pleased him. There was something natural to Ethan about a woman serving a man in that sense, but he of course couldn’t speak that out loud.
“I’ll take what you are eating, Rebeca.” He was gracious in his tone but didn’t thank her. More arrogance perhaps, or simple confidence. “I didn’t realize you were so at home in the kitchen,” he spoke as he stepped closer to the kitchen area.
Rebeca enjoyed hearing her name tumbling so freely from his mouth, her eyes shifting down his form to watch as he enters the kitchen area. Something about the man oozed sex appeal, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was the unwavering way he presented himself. Maybe it was the confidence and poise he held? She had no clue, but it did it for her. She nods and offers up her very own sandwich to him. Setting it on the counter as if she were truly serving him.
“You can have mine, I’ll make another one.” She says needlessly before she began to cook up another batch of bacon, and eggs. She went about her project quietly, looking down at the food, as she would move quite comfortably in the kitchen. It would take the pan a few moments to heat up as she needed.
Rebeca had always proven herself to be a dedicated and capable assistant, but this was something different. Or at least it felt different, she was serving him, it seemed, in a domestic sense rather than in a business environment. The way she offered up her food to him for him to eat first may have lightly stroked his ego because he felt some pleasure from the offer. But he had to remind himself this was the same woman who disrespected him and his office.
“I saw you drink some coffee already, did you want juice or water?” She asks softly, her dark gaze on the food she prepared.
“Thank you, Rebeca. water is just fine.” He didn’t offer to get it himself, he didn’t offer for her to eat first. He seemed comfortable this way, with her serving him in the kitchen. And it seemed she felt just as comfortable, given how naturally and easily she was handling herself there.
He moved to the table along the windows, admiring the view as he tasted the sandwich. He nodded to her, letting her know he was pleased with the result of her efforts. “Careful, of you may be cooking for me often,” he spoke with a hint of a grin. It was the first time he’d seemed anything but cool and quiet since the reveal of the video.
The grinning words that came next were… Odd. Enjoyable, but unexpected. She lifted her brow ever so slightly as she stared at his back, his shoulders seemed relaxed, more so than they did that morning. She laughed softly shaking her head a bit.
“I would cook for you whenever you wanted.” She said as if he should know that already. But as she thought about it, she quickly added. “Sir.” As if that would make it less of a proposition.
She frowned to herself, as she gazed down at the food, watching that bacon turn nice and crispy. She slipped the thin spatula under the eggs, which lie right in the same pan, flipping it to be shaped more like a square than a normal circle. She eased it all onto two buns that came popping up from the small toaster.
Assembling her sandwich was relatively easy as she tries to keep her mind off of the fact that she just told her boss… Or… Ex boss. That she would cook for him any time. She shook her head, moving the pan into the sink and washing it as if she could wash away her words.
“Be careful what you wish for. You may find yourself in charge of all the meals around here while we’re stuck here…” Came his chuckled words.
When she finished, she noticed him as he motioned to the place across from him at the table. She gave a lift of her brow at his motioned her over. It wasn’t a new form of non-verbal communication between them, but the fact that he wanted her so closed was very pleasing. She put the dishes away and cleaned off the remaining mess before grabbing waters and her plate as she joined him. She was faced away from the beautiful scenery, but that didn’t compare to just how good he looked.
“Rebeca, we’ll need to get through these next few days, or weeks, or however long, here together. It doesn’t change anything, though. You know you’ll lose your job as my assistant the instant we’re back in the U.S. But for now, I don’t see how we can avoid each other. So we’ll continue this way until we can return home.”
She chewed her food quietly for a moment. His eyes took her attention away from her food, or whatever remained of it. She nods her head slightly as she swallowed her food slowly. “Mmhm..” She starts softly, her eyes wavering from his like a child who has done something wrong. Of course, screwing her ex in her boss’s office could be just that… She frowned a little and glared over to the room where she had typed up the letter that she wanted to give to him. Should she go get it and bring it out to him? Probably not.
“I know what I did was wrong. I deserve to be fired, and I won’t fight you for doing what is only fair…” She said softly, though there was a slight hint of anger as well. “My ex… The guy in the video… Forced me to do it… Recorded it… And has held it over my head this whole time. He sent countless hateful text messages and has made me feel so unsafe that I… He raped me…” She shakes her head gently, stopping that line of thought before she continued with what she was saying. “I broke up with him because I couldn’t take the abuse anymore, and so he retaliated… That’s not to say I didn’t know better than to be put in that situation, I should have never done it… And I am sorry I did.” She let the words flow from her mouth before her voice fades to silence as she spills a choppy version of the whole story.
Ethan listened but seemed not to react. His face bore its usual stoic expression, even as she explained that she’d been forced by her boyfriend. A large part of him was unwilling to believe her and thought that the woman who would fuck a man in his office was the same that would lie about how it happened afterward. Another man may have reached out and offered a hug, and told her it would all be OK. But Ethan was a different sort of man than most.
“Honestly, Rebeca, you understand I’m having difficulty believing you. If this is true, then it’s terrible, and that ex-boyfriend of yours deserves a beating, or worse. If it’s not true, then I’m even more disappointed in you for not owning up to your mistake. I just don’t know what to think.”
She looked into his eyes as he spoke to her, stunned. He’d all but dismissed her feelings and what she’d gone through as a lie to do what? Get her job back? She wasn’t sure… She’d already said she knew he had to fire her. She already owned up to what she’d done. Her eyes began to water then, as she runs her tongue along the inside of her cheek, before biting down into her bottom lip.
“Look… I said I know you have to fire me. I have the texts… I have the proof… I’ve owned up to what I’ve done and already said I have accepted the consequences… How about… We just stay out of each other’s way until we can go home…” She says sounding uncharacteristically confrontational.
She stood up slowly from the table, not caring if he hadn’t dismissed her or not. Grabbing her plate, and what was left of her juice. She moves around the concrete table and goes into the kitchen as the first few tears drop down her soft tanned cheeks. She was thankful that the sink would have her back facing the male or she would have likely thrown the dish at the back of his handsome head.
He’d never seen this side of her: she was standing up for herself, confrontational, and emotional. It intrigued him, and he studied her as she stood and made her way to the kitchen. He let a few moments pass before he did anything at all.
Finally, he rose from his seat and moved towards her. “Rebeca, if you have proof, you’ll need to share it with me. And if what you say is true, then this is a very different situation. And I’d direct my anger not towards you, but towards whoever the man was in that video…”
She was angry with the big guy… But not really. He had every right not to trust her after she’d done something so kinky in his office. But he didn’t believe her, it was evident. She doesn’t look at him, as she shakes her head moving to her room. She grabbed her phone, and moved back out of the room, marching her lean self right up to him. She lifted her phone and offered it to him. “My password is 1015. You can check text messages and emails that should give you the evidence you’re looking for…” She says, utterly confident that he would find everything he’d need, but she was also hurt that he wouldn’t believe her. There was nothing outside of her work and boyfriend that would be found on her phone.
It was a bold move, one that showed her trust in him. He accepted the phone, considering her offer for a moment before nodding. He stepped back a few paces, turning his back to her, and typed in the password. He delved immediately into her text messages and began to read. They were filled with aggression, they were rude, and threatening messages from the same number that texted him. Again and again. Hundreds of them. But one stood out among the bunch, and he felt his hand gripping the phone so tightly he worried it could shatter in his hand.
FUCK UP AGAIN AND I’LL RAPE YOU LIKE A BITCH IN YOUR BOSS’S OFFICE AGAIN
He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. Then he shut the phone off, he didn’t need to see any more. He set the phone down, turning back to Rebeca. His voice was quiet but intense. Powerful, even.
“Whenever we get back home, I’ll make it my mission to ruin that man, Rebeca. I’m sorry you were in such a toxic relationship. I think I understand now.”
She stands there simply staring at him, he’d got all the information he’d need. Shifting her eyes back to him, she gave him a tense smile before her eyes went down to his hand that clutched her phone so tight.
“Well. You can keep the phone… Seeing as I only talk to people I used to work with on it or my ex… Don’t worry about him. He’s crazy but he’s in the past. I don’t know why I ever trusted him, and honestly even bringing him up now is…” She stops for a moment thinking before she shakes her head again. “If you have any other questions just let me know… Or… Just look through my phone for it… Whichever you’d trust more.” She says shrugging a little.
He shook his head and left the phone where it was. “No, I don’t need to see any more. I can’t see any more. I don’t know who this man is, but he’s weak. He’s pathetic. And you’re in a far better place here now than he is.” To console the girl, he smiled, “After all, he’s not the one on a tropical island, in a beautiful villa, is he?”
Then he stepped closer, standing tall over her. He reached out and brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Rebeca, I’m sorry you had to deal with that. With him.”
She watches him come closer, even more, intriguing than his words were his actions. His smile, his gentle touch on her. Her eyes closed and she leaned in slightly as if she were nuzzling her head into his hand. Her eyes open as she looked over to the side, her lips staying in that fake stiff smile.
“Yea… Don’t worry about it. I was over him, and his crazy antics.” She says truthfully. He wasn’t the reason she was currently boiling, it was the big guy in front of her. She stays still not moving again as she waits for him to either walk away or says something else.
His voice quiet, deep, and resonant. “Rebeca, I don’t want you to ever contact him again, do you understand? And if you do hear from him, I want you to tell me about it.” He was speaking to her the way a father speaks to a daughter, perhaps, protecting her, showing his concern for her. “And I’ll be deleting that video. We never have to think about that again.”
She frowns slightly, her eyes moving from one of his to the other as she shakes her head a little… Unbelievable. “I am never planning on contacting him again…” Her eyes shift back to the side as she sighs softly. “I’ll… Probably be moving when we get back anyway, so he won’t know how to contact me.” She spoke before looking back into his eyes, he was trying to protect her now? He barely believed her… She shakes her head slightly She thought he already deleted the video…
He nodded, his eyes boring into hers. “Good, we’ll make sure you’re safe, and that you never have to think of that…” he paused, stopping before he used a term that was far from cultured, “that man again.” Then he studied her eyes for a long moment. “Now, perhaps it’s time we relaxed a bit, given that all the meetings are canceled. Perhaps we’ll get that swim since we never got it last night.”
She watches him, her disbelief growing more as she frowns again, looking out at the rather refreshing-looking pool. “I’ll pass.” She says directly before her eyes go back to his. Even when she was upset with him, she couldn’t help but feel… Something for him. Something she knew she shouldn’t. “I hope you have a good swim.” She says rather than waiting to be dismissed once more, she simply walks into the room, going to the edge of the bed to collect her computer so that she could power it down.
He arched a brow and nodded, “Very well, but you’re always welcome to join.”
As she stepped away, he turned and made his way to the master bedroom, more than pleased with himself as he shed his suit and change into the far more comfortable swimming shorts. A day off was a welcome change for him, especially in such a beautiful place.
Stepping back out, he made his way to the pool, slipping in and leaning back against the edge, looking out at the sun’s reflection on the ocean. He began to think to himself, how many days would they be here? He worried: about his business, about the economy. But he tried to force those thoughts away and to let his thoughts drift.
She sits on the bed, logging out of her email account, as well as her workspace and other work organizational accounts. She couldn’t believe how much of her life had been given to this company for the past six months, and to just be fired over something that seemed to be worth less than that. She frowns glaring at the door before a fire begins to boil her already steaming anger. She stands up, pacing slowly back and forth. She was getting herself riled up, having never been so humiliated, and so untrusted in all her life.
She couldn’t stop what was about to happen, allowing her emotions to best her rational thinking as she makes her way out of her room. The bastard… Who does he think he is! She glares at him from the glass partition separating them before she walks outside. The wind was pleasant, but did nothing to ease her anger, only fueling her more as she looks down at him as he relaxed in the water, looking every bit of a Greek god as ever.
“You know… Since I’m not working for you… I’d like to set one thing straight… While yes I got fucked in your office, that doesn’t mean I’m a liar, Ethan… The work I did for you should count for something instead of being tossed out like some filthy trash.” She used his first name, for the first time ever while speaking to him. She was ready to storm into the pool and assault him, but he was a lot bigger than her, so she wouldn’t try it.
“REBECA,” he spoke with a raised voice for the first time to her, “You need to calm…down…And you need to watch your tone with me. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I do want to remind you that I’ve employed you and paid you quite well for these past six months. I haven’t said anything negative to you. And yet here you are, barking at me. Settle. Down.”
Her eyes widen in anger as he tells her he did nothing to deserve this… Fuck that. “No Ethan… You fucking settle down… This isn’t a board room, you aren’t in control here… And since I don’t work for you anymore you aren’t in control of me.” She seethed beginning to pace before the pool as she glares at him.
Once the emotional slip of her mask had come down, it was gloves off for her. “You know what… I can’t believe I thought you’d understand where I was coming from… What I went through… Fuck you!” She says grabbing onto his towel, throwing it at him while he was still in the pool.
But that felt so good, she was able to let out the tension from the text messages, the tension of holding in such a naughty secret this entire time. She was allowing all of her pent-up aggravation and emotional pain over the past year of dating that asshole to be rained out on this sexy piece of meat before her.
When she spoke those words – fuck you – his eyes widened and he felt his pulse race. Adrenaline flowed through his veins, and he pulled himself from the pool on instinct, marching over to the young woman with fire in his eyes.
Watching his eyes widen in surprise? Makes her satisfied at least a little. But then he stood, the water cascading off of him as she gulps softly. Her eyes shifting over to him as she watches him stalk out of the water, making her blink a few times rapidly. Her mouth going dry as she gulps feeling him grip onto her shoulders. She holds still, and trembles gently, her anger seeming to drain from her as she bites into her bottom lip panting softly. Unease creeping up her spine, as she shifts her gaze down to his lips before looking back up to his eyes.
“What did you tell me? What did you say?” Comes his livid voice
“I… I said… Fuck you.” She says in a soft whisper. She wanted to say exactly what he’d heard, but the bite of the words had gone MIA when she needed it.
Hearing those words repeated, no matter how softly spoken, seemed to only push the man’s rage further out of his core, where it had stayed hidden for so long. Without warning, he released her left shoulder, and he raised his right hand, bringing his palm across her cheek with a loud clapping sound that echoed through the patio area. She screams out loudly, but what was more alarming was the fact that her pussy pulsed hungrily with need. Her core ached, filling with hot liquid pools of desire as she is wrenched back to him.
“Don’t you ever speak to me that way!” He nearly growls out his entire face was contorted now in anger. A man in his position never had anyone speak to him so callously, so disrespectfully.
Her eyes blinking frantically as she whimpers, her soft pale cheeks slowly turning red as she opens her mouth feeling his grip on her face. She didn’t expect him to lay a hand on her, ever. She couldn’t smack him back due to how close he was, and how he held her. So she did the only thing she could think of. The tip of her lip lifts slightly, her breathing heavy before she spits! Right in his fucking face.
When he felt the warm saliva splatter across his face, it took Ethan a moment to process what the girl had just done. First, she’d cursed at him, and now she’d spit on him. She’d done something no one else had ever done to him. And he found the rage within him boiling over.
His body moved without him thinking, and he was working purely on instinct now. He found himself pushing the girl back, slamming her into the wall, as a framed painting of a sailboat crashed to the patio floor. He stepped forward, coming at her, slapping her face again before wrapping his fingers around her throat, squeezing. She grunts heavily feeling the impact of the latch on her throat. She squirms as she grips onto his forearms. Her head shifting and shaking as she whimpers louder.
“You can apologize…right…fucking…now…”
Her mouth falls open as she wheezes out gently. Her eyes were large as she blinks quickly looking at him. He must have knocked some sense into her, the physical pain doing much more than turning her on as she trembles hard in his grip.
“Ah… Oh god… I… I’m sorry! Please let me go!” She says breathlessly almost, panting heavily as she holds onto his arm trying to get him off of her throat.
But the apology didn’t have the intended effect. His jaw clenched, eyes filled with anger, he simply stared into her eyes and increased his grip on her throat. She’d unleashed something within the gentleman: an animal, a primal being.
He stepped up closer to her lips inches from hers, as he spoke in a gruff, deep tone.
“It’s too late…”
And as he stood so close, she’d have felt something against her stomach, something immense, something hard. Something far too large for her. She gasps out softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she bites into her lip. Lust and desire fill her gaze as she opens them, looking at him. Her mouth is opened as she tries to breathe in deeply but can’t. Her eyes lower to his mouth, and all she wanted was for his lips to crash against hers. She drops her hands from his forearms to his chest, sliding down to what was pushing right against hers. Her eyes lift from his mouth to look back into his as she groans, shifting her head to the side, trying to find a nook to breathe in within his grip.
“I… I’m so… sorry…” She repeats, but something’s off about the way she kind of moaned it.
His face remained tense, even as he felt the sensation of her fingers sliding down his chest to the massive bulge. He took note of the change in her voice’s tone and eased his grip on her throat, but only a little.
“Is that so? I don’t believe you. I don’t know that you could ever make me believe that you’re sorry. You’ve disrespected me yet again, Rebeca…”
She gulps down the unfiltered air, her eyes on his as she pants heavily. Her eyes blinking out tears as she bites into her lip again, her fingers easing the trunks of his pants down as she curls her hand around his fat cock. She couldn’t believe she was horny after he’d smacked her after he’d treated her so roughly… But she was. She was passed horny. She lowers her gaze to his lips again before her fingers begin to gently stroke against his thick fat tip. The size was bigger than anything she’d ever felt before, and she was so tempted to look down but she didn’t. She nods her head frantically.
“I swear… I… I am so sorry…” She says in a lust-coated breathy sentence.
How he could be aroused and angered all at the same time, he wasn’t sure, but there was no doubt at all that he was physically in need, given the immense size of his cock. And as she worked his trunks down, and as he felt the softness of her fingers on him, he let out a low groan. His fingers relaxed their grip on her throat a bit more but never left it.
Shaking his head, he whispered in a tone tinged with gravel, “Then you’ll have to prove it to me. You have to show me just how sorry you are. Because I don’t fucking believe you…”
“I can prove it, Ethan…” She says on a soft moan her bald soft puffy lips spreading ever so slightly, as she gazed into his eyes. her hips rocking forward making his thick tip rimming her entrance. Underneath that teal dress would be her black lace panties and bra.
She breathes easily now, feeling his hands still around her neck, her eyes on his once more as she eases her long teal dress up, exposing her dark panties, her finger slides into the soaked fabric, shoving it to the side as she lines his cock up with her entrance. Her eyes closing as she strokes his thick tip up and down her dripping wet slit. He released her throat from his grip, leaving red marks where he’d aggressively throttled her, and moved his hands to her dress, tugging up on it and working it off her urgently, before tossing it to the side. He looked her over, a hungry grin on his face as he saw her body wrapped only in the black bra and panty set. She looked perfect: young, fit, pristine. So different from his wife, he thought for a moment.
It was strange that she wasn’t bothered by her apology being called a lie, but what started all this was her getting mad that he called her a liar before. Then he moved his large hands to her small waist, and it seemed he was nearly able to wrap his hands completely around it. He easily hoisted her up off her feet, lifting her so she was straddling him, his massive tip poised at her entrance. He glanced down, and it seemed impossible. They simply weren’t physically compatible. But it wouldn’t stop him.
Her hand helping to guide him, he began to lower her, stretching her around his tip. It was nearly painful to try and get just that much inside, but also pleasurable to feel just how tight she was.
“Mmm…fuck…” He moans heavily.
“G… Gaa…” She moans out, breathing hard as she sinks her fingers against his shoulder, the skin bulging between her fingertips as she quakes, feeling him filling that tight little cunt of hers.
Sliding his hands under her ass, he continued to lower her down, forcing more of his thick rod into her tight pussy. He had no doubt she’d never had anyone as large as him before, and he took some pride in knowing he was ruining her for other men. Especially for that ex-boyfriend of hers.
“Mmmoooo… Ohhh… Fu… Fuck…” She moaned loudly, the top of her stomach coiled as he shoved her insides around.
He stepped forward until her back was pressed against the wall, pinning her between the villa and his substantial frame. He pulled back and rocked forward firmly, feeling just how wet she was for him. Her back gets pinned to the wall as he sinks into her with increasing ease. Every single, powerful thrust of his hips spread her and made her eyes cross harder with each press of his body. Her mouth fell open; her head fell back against the wall. She couldn’t think.*
“So how sorry are you?” he asked in a groan before thrusting hard into her once. “You may not be able to walk about this,” he grinned.
Her breaths were frantic as her legs gripped tighter and tighter to his body; she felt him making himself at home in her juicy little honey pot. Her eyes squeezed shut as her hands slid up from his shoulders to grip on his traps. His hips pressed forward, and he rocked back, forcing more pleasured groans out of her.
“I… Oh… I… I’m… Soo…” She moans out, trying to focus on his question, trying to answer him, but her mind was short-circuiting every single time he sinks into her hole. “I… Goooood… I’m so… sorry.” She finally gets out her sentence as her lean, normally flat stomach begins to poke forward from the fat log digging into her guts.
He couldn’t help but smirk as he drove into her, each thrust harder than the last. The entire wall shook with the force of him fucking her for the first time, using her petite body for his pleasure without any concern for her comfort.
The girl who only moments ago had been yelling obscenities at the man, so angry with him, so sure of herself, was now so docile as he impaled her again and again on his thick cock. She could barely form words, much less and sentence, and her eyes had gone vacant.
He’d now managed to get most of his length inside of her, which was a feat unto itself. and he now focused on thrusting hard into her. His primal urges had taken hold, and all he could think of was making her his. Completely. Claiming this girl.
“That’s right,” he muttered under a groan, “You’re sorry. And you’ll never, ever do that again.”
She shifted her shoulders forward and shuddered harder, letting her head fall against his chest as she grips tighter on his traps. Her mouth captured his heated scent as she exhaled moans against his throat, and she latched onto him there. Her lips grip onto the delicious skin of his neck as she grounds her tongue against his throat, praising him, not biting or sucking hard enough to bruise.
Her hips rock with his, getting lifted by his strong hands as he gripped her flesh, demanding her to open for him. Her eyes seal shut as she moaned right into his ear, releasing his neck. Her entire body quakes with each commanding thrust of his hips as he somehow finds the strength to speed up. She couldn’t… She couldn’t! She whimpered and moaned out louder as she felt him shoving more of his cock into her hole, her insides yielding to his will, submitting to his claiming dick as he grunts into her ear, muttering his words, which couldn’t do anything but make her wetter.
“N… Noooo… Ne… Never aga… Aga… Again… Ohhh goood!” She moans out helplessly, gritting her teeth as her hips rock back down to meet his next punishing thrust.
Thick, heavy thud after thud resounded around them as he crashed into her body, which caused her stomach to extrude further than before. He was hammering balls deep inside of her slick lips, showing her she would be sorry for doing those nasty things to him. She would be sorry for every single thing she’d ever done. She gasped for breath as her head hung in the air. Her head shook, and her neck strained as she groaned again. Her mouth slipped open yet again, his rough action excited her, and she could feel waves of wetness flooding forward, swamping his cock in efforts to make his entrance easier.
She doubted she’d get used to a dick this big, but fuck was it a ride for right now. Slowly her walls began to throb around him, threatened to climax right against him. For the first time since they started, she thought about protection. She, of course, had nothing and doubted he had anything… But pregnancy was real. Almost as soon as the thought came into her mind, it left her a rambling little toy. Every demanding thrust felt divine. The combination of pain and pleasure of his big dick being forced into her body caused such chaos in her body. She’d never felt so full, so taken. Her eye open to land on his. She always thought it was a bit cliché to make loud noises during sex, that it made her sound like a porn star.
But for whatever reason with him, she just couldn’t help it; she moaned so loudly the whole island must be able to hear her. She put a hand over her mouth to silence herself as she feels his balls hammering at her ass. Her pussy grabbing on and hanging on for dear life as he lays down the dick in any way he saw fit.
He hadn’t fucked a woman that wasn’t his wife, but he would have sooner had he known how good it could feel. If he were to so boldly fuck his wife this way she’s likely to call the police, but Rebeca was here loving it, coating his cock in her pussy juices, leaving no doubt that she was his at that moment.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a release. Days? Weeks? But he could feel that there was a powerful pressure welling up within him. He had held it back, but now it was overwhelming him. He had to let go. He had to claim her.
Her walls erupt all over his thick shaft as he sinks into her a few more times before he lifted her off his cock, which was entirely soaked now, and puts her back on her feet. He pushes her down onto her knees, her breath heavy and needy as she looked at his cock with dazed eyes, glazed with lust. Watching her eyeing his cock he reached down and gripping his thick cock, stroking along the veined length. She watched in awe as he stroked his fat fuck tool, wringing it, and she was brought face to face with the beast that had undone her entirely.
“Sh… Shit..” She pants heavily, whispering.
“Look up at me right fucking now,” he demanded.
Her head leans back as her panting slowed slightly. She whimpered softly, biting into her lip, and looked right into his eyes. His eyes locked onto hers as he continued to stroke along the length of his cock, slick with her wetness, glistening in the daylight. His heavy, swollen balls swung slowly under his frame as he prepared himself to claim what would be his from now on.
He felt the pleasure begin to take hold, and every muscle in his body tensed in unison. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back, letting out a low groan that echoed off the villa walls, as he went over the edge.
“Fuck…” he hissed through gritted teeth as the first load of his seed shot out powerfully, destined for her face, or her hair, or her open mouth. Then another burst. And another. It went on and on. He’d been waiting for this. He so clearly needed this.
It took him some time to fire out all the cum he had for her, and once he’d finished and the last drops were oozing from his tip, he finally opened his eyes and looked down to survey the scene.
What he saw elicited a deep, pleasured moan from somewhere in his core. Rebeca, normally so put-together and proper, was painted in his seed, thick ropes of it laid out across her hair, cheeks, lips, and lashes. Some ran down her chest and soaked her bra, some hung from her chin in thick strands. She looked perfect to him at that moment. Perfect.
His chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath after such an intense release, watching her tasting his cum. He grinned down at her, a look of pride on his face, and he reached down, running his fingers through her hair.
“You’re mine now,” he spoke down to her, not an ounce of doubt in his delivery.