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I do as I’m told, getting a taste of myself. While I don’t find it offensive, I don’t know what Finn enjoys about it.

“Put your hands either side of your legs, baby, and don’t let go, no matter what, do you understand?”

I nod. “Yes,” I tell him, breathless with anticipation.

He slides his hands back under my thighs, lifting my legs and hooking them over his shoulders. He gives me a smirk then leans forward, clamping his mouth around my pussy, and the moment it connects, I cry out, “Oh God.” A bolt of electricity shoots through my entire body as he licks up my lips, swirling his tongue around my clit and then running back down. Then he uses it to force my lips apart and pushes it inside me. My inner walls instantly clench with the sensations. He sucks and nips at my pussy, and my grip on the dock ledge is so tight, my hands begin to hurt with the pressure. He slides a finger inside of me and I squirm, my breathing coming out in pants as I try to hold on. Then he adds a second finger and I remove one hand from the dock and place it on the top of Finn’s head, holding him in place, but he stops, pulling away from me.

“Finn, please…”

“I told you, hold onto the dock and don’t let go, no matter what. If you want me to continue, you need to put your hands back and do as you’re told.”

“Finn…”

“Princess?”

Glancing at his face tells me he’s serious, so I put my hands back where I was told to and raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t sass me, baby.”

Before I have a chance to respond, his mouth and fingers are back to their original positions.

“Holy shit, yes,” I call out. My body writhes and squirms. I squeeze my thighs together, holding his face in place. I feel him smile around my pussy as he nips at my lips with his teeth. Pulling them, he circles his tongue around my walls, and I cry out. He pulls his tongue out, but before I protest, he runs it up to my clit, adding pressure then swirling it around before running it all the way down to my bum. I tense and he chuckles as he runs his tongue around it before moving back up and sliding it, along with three fingers, into my pussy. I’m so goddamn wet I can hear the squelching, and the more he moves, the louder I get. I know the huts in close proximity can hear us, but knowing they can only turns me on more. My back arches and my head tips back.

I need to touch my breasts, I need the pressure. I want to feel some pain. I try to breathe through it, but I can’t take it anymore. Moving my hand up, I grab my breast, squeezing and rubbing, before rubbing my nipple, gripping it. I pull on it, giving me the bite of pain I need, and I scream, but just as I’m about to come, Finn stops. Grabbing my hand, pulling it away from my breast, he pulls himself out of the water and slams his lips onto mine, giving me a desperate, needing and punishing kiss, pushing his tongue around my mouth, making sure he coats my cheeks and tongue in my own arousal. Now I feel like I get what he can taste––tasting myself in his mouth has me wanting more.

I pull him to pull me, deepening the kiss as much as I can, and then he pulls away, standing up and pulling me with him. I think he’s going to lead me into the bedroom, but he spins me and pushes me in front of him, smacking my arse so hard it’s going to leave a mark. I squeal in surprise––the surprise more so for the fact that it turns me on.

“Let’s grab some food, princess.” I stop, my mouth drops open, and I gape at him. He’s got to be kidding? He turns back to look at me when he realises I’ve stopped moving.

Taking a couple of steps back to me, he grips my face, looking me dead in the eye. “That’s for making me just watch, princess.”

Son-of-a-bitch. I can’t believe he did that to me.

Chapter 29

We’re scheduled to go home tomorrow, and I have to admit, I wish we could stay here for longer.

Having her all to myself without the stresses of the shit back home has been incredible.

And by God does the woman like to fuck. She’s so fucking horny all of the time––I guess pregnancy will do that to you.

I wasn’t sure how she would take me bringing her to the brink after she’d made me watch, she looked mighty pissed after I did it, but she hasn’t made me just sit and watch since, at least not without me prompting her. Not going to lie, I am more than a little disappointed she hasn’t done it again. I know she liked the punishment just as much as I did.

I’m sitting out on the deck, waiting for her to finish getting ready. I took her to a spa today and told her to take her time getting ready when we got back. With it being our last night, I wanted to do something special for her, so I’ve arranged for the dock to be decorated and a meal to be brought in for her. Everything has been set up for the last twenty minutes, and she’s still not out. I’m about to get up and check on her when she opens the bedroom door, stepping out.

I heave out a heavy breath and have to adjust myself in my shorts the moment I see her. She’s curled her hair and then pinned it up, so it’s off her neck. She’s wearing a short pale pink dress, with thin straps, showing off the light tan she’s gotten.

Her steps falter as she enters the main room. “Do I look okay?”

I get up without saying anything and eat up the space between us in seconds. “You’re breath-taking.” I gently place my lips on hers. Our kisses have been heavy and bruising, but right now I need it to be gentle. I want to admire and swoon over my wife.

Leading her out onto the deck, she inhales a sharp breath when she sees what they’ve done.

I have cushions on the dock looking out to the sea, where I have a large wooden float. I’ve had flowers placed around the edges and in the middle, and I’ve had a feast placed––there’s fruit cheeses, meats, and fish.

There are candles placed between the food to stop the bugs from getting at it, and a waiter is standing by, ready to take our drinks order. I take her hand and lead her over, helping her sit before sitting next to her. I pull her to my side, making sure she’s comfortable, and when I turn to look at her, I notice a tear falling down her face.

“Princess, what’s wrong?”

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