Then she swam away.
I watched her saunter back to the cabana, throwing a flirtatious look over her shoulder. She thought I was a fling. A good time. She didn't want me for real.
The sun lost its sparkle. The waves were suddenly a cheap and cheesy blue. The beach looked like a worn out old photograph. A postcard someone forgot to mail.
Hurt and anger flooded my body. She wanted to use me? Well, two could play that game.
I would use her right back.
I walked past the cabana toward the hotel. I didn't stop, even though I heard her feet padding behind me. Once inside I started throwing clothes into the luggage.
"Trent?"
"Let's go. The captain is ready to take us back."
She looked at me, surprised hurt in her eyes.
"I thought we didn't have to leave until tonight."
I shrugged. She started to say something and stopped.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Her voice sounded so small, so hurt. For a minute I wanted to pull her into my arms, to tell her that I would be whatever she wanted. A fling. A friend. The love of her life.
Instead I just stared at her, making sure my eyes were cold as ice.
"Spit it out Lexi."
She shook her head and walked into the bathroom. I stared at the luggage, pulling out the gorgeous silk dress I'd bought her to wear to dinner tonight. I'd made reservations at the fanciest place on the island. It was almost as good as the surf shack. I'd wanted to show her everything I loved about this place, top to bottom.
I stuffed the dress back in, pulling out the tank dress and cashmere cardigan I'd bought her for the flight back.
I laid it out on the bed for her and left, heading to the hotel bar. I needed a drink. Or twelve.
I would not be sober for the flight back, that much was certain.
Lexi
Trent was angry with me. I knew it. I just didn't know why. He'd disappeared while I got ready, showing up only to grab our luggage and throw a hundred bucks on the pillow for the maid.
I'd said nothing, feeling confused and sad but not sure why.
Now we were in the air. So far he'd spent the flight staring at me from across the cabin. He wasn't even sitting next to me.
The seatbelt light went off.
"Lexi. Come over here."
I jumped. There was something cold in his voice that scared me. But I did as he asked.
He pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans. Then he patted his lap. I started to sit on his lap but he shook his head. He guided me face down over his lap.
"What?"
"Lay down Lexi."
I felt ridiculous but there was something commanding in his voice. Something that made me do as he said without hesitation.
Slowly, he pushed my dress up and over my ass. I gasped as he pulled my panties down. I moaned as his hand rubbed my bottom softly. The he lifted his hand and brought it down with a loud smack.
"Ouch!"
His hand was back on my ass, making soothing circles. My skin felt super sensitive. And for some reason, I felt myself getting wet.
"That didn't really hurt. Did it Lexi?"
I bit my lip. He was right. It hadn't hurt exactly.
"No."
"Good."
His hand came down on me again. I moaned this time. With pleasure. He laughed humorouslessly, his hands stroking me.
This time he stroked the petals between my legs too.
Ohhhh...
SMACK
The combination of the slight fission of pain, followed by the pleasure of his fingers on me... it was too much. I arched my back, angling my * towards his fingers.
"Please Trent..."
"No."
He let his hand linger on my bottom, not moving. Making me wait to see what he would do next. I wiggled without meaning to and his hand clenched, holding me in place.
"Did you enjoy your little fling? Was it as cheap and dirty as you hoped for?"
His finger stroked the line between my lips while he spoke. I was slick with desire. He continued teasing me around the edges of my *.
"I-oh-"
He stopped touching me, waiting for my answer.
"Did you?"
SMACK
"Yes!"
"I wouldn't want you to forget me."
His fingers were back, toying with my folds now. I rocked my hips against his hand and he stopped again. I moaned in frustration.
"I-oh God Trent-I won't!"
SMACK
"I know you won't. I'll make sure of it."
I lost track of time as he stroked and spanked me. We hit a little turbulence but he didn't stop. I could feel his erection against my stomach. I reached up his thigh, hoping to make him stop this. And do other things instead.
I moaned as he toyed with me again. This time his finger circled my clit lightly.
"You want me to fuck you? One last time?"
"Yes-yes please."
He lifted me easily, laying me on my back. He was methodical and cold as he pulled his pants down. He didn't bother with his shirt or my dress. He just shoved it up around my waist, spreading my thighs wide.
He held his cock against me, sliding it up and down my slit.
'Hmmm... you're so wet. Do you want me Lexi?"
"Yes. Please Trent..."
He looked at me dispassionately.