Page 79 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

By the time I finished the pineapplering, I was pounding my fists on the arms of the chair. I gaspedfor air as the nerves of my tired clit electrified and exploded,bursts of hot red darkness peppering the edges of myvision.

“Ah!” I shouted, and it wasnothing to do with the orgasm. “Cramp! In my calf!”

I’d barely gotten thesentence out when both my feet were released; Nate and Natalieworked fast. Though, that did mean that she had to stop going downon me. I didn’t know if I was disappointed or grateful for thebreak.

I pushed my toes hard onthe floor and waited for the pain to pass, while Matt watched mewith concern.”

“You okay?” he asked aftera moment, bringing my head out of the muzzy,lost-in-the-sex-of-it-all space it had occupied.

I blinked at him. “Yeah.I…” I was suddenly way more aware of my surroundings than I’d beena moment before. “Can you unlock my hands?”

Matt nodded to Nate, whoquickly released me. His half-erect cock brushed my shoulder, and Igasped. The dude was a groweranda show-er.

“Is my punishment over?” Iasked, reaching for the glass of water and rapidly melting ice onthe table beside the ashtray. I gulped it down and waited for theanswer.

Matt watched me for a long moment, anda chill skated over my skin. Maybe it was the ice water hitting myhot system. More likely, it was caused by how suddenly unfamiliarMatt seemed. How almost cold his expression was. For the briefestflash, I wondered if I should be frightened of him. But that wasabsurd. We were playing roles, so I let myself indulge in thedelicious fear. What would he do to me? What would he make medo?

“Nate, give her the rest ofher punishment,” he said finally, and a spike of dread went throughme. “Rough.”

My mouth dropped open, and I turned tosee Nathan retrieving a condom from his discarded shorts. Hestroked himself to full hardness and rolled the latex over his hugeerection.

I could always safe word and stop this,but something compelled me to let Nate grab me under my arms andlift me bodily from my seat, as if I weighed nothing. And without aword, he gripped one of my legs, hitched it around his hip, andimpaled me on his enormous cock.

“What the fuck?” I shouted,trying to scramble off him, but he pulled up my other hip andtightened an arm around my back like a vise. He strode over to anearby lounge chair, every step driving him painfully deep. Isqueezed my eyes shut against the unreal sensations.

Nobody had ever been thisway with me, though I’d often asked for it. Past partners had triedto be “rough” by thrusting faster or harder, maybe throwing my legsover their shoulders. None of them had given me what I’dwanted.

I’d wanted to bepunished.

Nate lifted me off his dickand threw me down on the lounge, barking, “hands and knees,slut!”

I scrambled to obey,because he was already behind me, moving with unerring purpose. Thelast thing I wanted was for all of that iron-hard erection to findthe wrong mark; it would certainly spoil the rest of my trip. Buthe pushed into my cunt like he’d been there a million times before,and slammed deep. He took a handful of my hair in his fist andjerked my head back.

“You like that, don’t you?”Nate growled over the screams of mingled pain and pleasure Icouldn’t have silenced if I’d tried. “Answer me!”

“I fucking love it!” Ishouted in response and reached beneath me to touch my torturedclit. I rubbed furiously, pushing back to meet every one of Nate’sdevastating thrusts. This time, it was my own hand that forced meto come, my own deeply perverted hunger. I rasped out, “I’mcoming!” as I broke, and Nate grunted over my back, his hipsslamming against me one last time.

From the table, I heard Mattchuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Ipanted, barely able to move, even after Nate got off me.

Matt held up his watch.“It’s ten-thirty.”

I would not survive until lunch, letalone ten whole days.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

(Matthew)

“Yes, the resort is staffedwith sex workers,” I explained—again—to Charlotte as I navigatedour golf cart around a particularly tricky curve in the path. Itwasn’t that she hadn’t read the handbook, she’d had a difficulttime grasping the concept of everyone being available for anythingon the island.

“Right, but it said staffmembers could indulge or decline guests’ advances,” she said, apoint she’d brought up twice already.

“Like I said, why would theconsent rules not apply to the staff?” Violating the rules meantlosing your job or your membership, depending on which side of theguest/staff relationship they were on.

“They clearly should. Ithink it’s… I don’t know. It’s difficult to imagine a place likethis and wrap your head around it. Sometimes you fantasize abouttaking a hot waiter home, you know?”

“I do know,” I answered herrhetorical question.

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