Page 31 of Return to the Island

“Like that, baby,” he muttered, his voice choppy as he hammered into me. Our skin slapped together, the slick sound of moisture working between us. He held my hips for stability and then reached around my abdomen, lowering for that sacred spot near my core. His finger circled as his dick filled me with sharp thrusts, his tip hitting a spot that triggered an instant response. I screamed, pressing back against him, holding him deep inside me.

“That’s my Mouse,” his voice hissed, harsh and rushed. He leaned forward, and cupped both my breasts, using them as leverage to force me against him. “Another one,” he whispered into my shoulder blade and the tension built again. He tweaked my nipples, twirling them with his finger and thumb. He tugged them forward, pinching hard. I crashed again with a low animalistic growl.

He grunted behind me, setting himself upright. The slapping sound continued. He pressed inward, hitting the same sensitive spot again. A fluttering rumbled, a tickle of promise, but I thought it might take too long to reach another orgasm. I sensed him tightening.

“One more,” he strained.

“Can’t,” I exhaled, my breaths coming in short rasps.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and I did as he said, leaving one hand wrapped around the mattress, the other scrambling for my clit. I felt him drawing in and out of me, the firm ridges of him gracing the edge of my knuckles as I touched myself.

“Tack!” I screamed, overwhelmed with the sensation, the animalistic ritual of mating like this, and the pure euphoria of another orgasm. He pressed me forward as he stilled and washed the inside of me with the pressure of his release. His palm forced me flat, and he collapsed over me, his head reaching the pillow next to mine.

“You okay, baby?” he asked with a rasping voice, gasping for air. I nodded. I had no words.

He withdrew and returned with something to clean me. I was sticky and sweaty but didn’t have the energy to move. Tack climbed up next to me and pulled me to him. He kissed my forehead.

“Remember that discussion we had about dominants and submissives?”

I snorted in response.

“If you had to research that topic, based on what we just did, what would you think?”

It was strange to think he recalled those early, ignorant questions.

“Still think the female dominates because it's her call. She hands her power to you.” My heart pinched that he still might want those things. We hadn’t discussed the club and its outcome, other than him burning it to the ground.

“Is that what you did just now? Gave me power over you?”

I hesitated before I responded.

“I gave you my heart. That means you have power over me.” My voice was low as I spoke, not looking up at him, but aiming the words over his chest. His fingers had been scratching lightly up my back, but they froze with my words. He didn’t respond, and I worried I’d admitted too much. His chest rose and fell, and I assumed he yawned.

“I think you broke me, baby.”

I twisted to look up at him, finding his eyes already closed.

“Did I hurt you?” I wondered, sensing the soreness in my own body.

“Only when you left me, Mouse. Only when you left me.”

+ +

That night, I woke from the heat. Tack only shifted away from me as I moved from under his arm. Slipping from the bed, I found my way to the edge of the beach. I’d returned my bathing suit to my body, wanting to sit in the water and cool my thoughts. My body tingled with all the things he’d done to me. My heart raced with every sweet word he said. I didn’t want our time on the island to end, but I knew it would.

We’d had a time limit before.

We were supposed to complete a year. Instead, it had been cut short, and I thought back to when I learned what Lillian had done.

“We could see you were developing feelings for him. That wasn’t what we thought would happen.”

How could they have known, I remembered thinking. Hidden camera was my answer. She’d been watching me until the snake dislodged the first one. They installed a second one when she returned at the end of the first month. Discovering I had been sick worried Lillian, but the experiment must continue, she decided. What a fool I’d been to trust in her.

The storm knocked the second camera away, and that’s when they decided to rescue me. My death wouldn’t result in a positive field study. Falling in love with my perpetrator, as Lillian called him, wasn’t the result she expected either.

“Did you expect me to kill him?” The snarky expression Lillian gave me in response to my question hadn’t answered me. I didn’t know what she predicted. I only knew I failed. I loved him. I let him go. And even though we had returned to the island, I didn’t know how to get back to who we had been before we left.

“Hey,” Tack said, his voice groggy as he sat behind me. His legs surrounding me on either side, his hands rubbing at my shoulders. “You’re up early.”