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Tack

I followed as she silently walked up the dock to the car waiting to drive us to the resort. Back at the hotel, I handed my bag to the resort manager and continued trailing her up the elevator to her door. I entered her room after her as she dropped her things and stood at the window, still not speaking.

“Mouse, what’s the matter?” I couldn’t take the quiet between us any longer. It ripped at my heart and gnawed at my nerves. Her back remained to me as she stared out the window, closing herself off from me as she had over the hours it took us to get back to this island.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” she spoke to the balcony window. Evening hadn’t quite pressed away the day, but the sky was shifting. The clouds were dark and ominous. “It was only the island, wasn’t it?”

“What was only the island?” I asked, stepping closer behind her.

“The island made us what we were.” She spun to look at me, her arms crossed in that way she had of holding herself together.

“Were?” I hesitated, my heart racing. Panic surged through my veins.

“Wild,” she whispered. “We were wild there.”

One corner of my mouth tweaked upward. We were wild there. Making love five times. Giving her multiple orgasms in twenty-four hours. It had been incredible.

“I want to be tamed.”

The words startled me.

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t want to just be wild.” Her voice shook as she lowered to her knees, spreading them and placing her hands on her thighs. I’d made this same move for her. When her head lowered, my heart leapt. “I want to be tamed by you.”

“Mouse,” I questioned. She shook her head, not looking up at me. “Are you saying it’s over, or do you want more?”

“I want to know we can be like that here. That it wasn’t just the island, and the isolation, but how we feel for one another.” I lowered to squat before her.

“Mouse, I already told you...” At least, I thought I had through every gesture, every touch, every comment. I loved her; did she not see it?

“I won’t ever be enough for you. You wanted more on that night, that’s why you were there. You wanted to dominate. You wanted control. I give the power to you. You want permission, and I’m giving it to you.”

I wasn’t sure I understood, but my dick stood at attention. I had a new plan.

“Stand,” I commanded, and she did, as did I.

“Turn around.” I flicked off the low light as she spun to face the balcony. We didn’t need the electric lights.

“Open the blinds wider.” The wash of light backlit her silhouette, accentuating her curves. “Strip.”

She did as I said, stepping out of her sandals first. Her shirts came next, the first slipping down her arms to pool on the floor and the second tugged over her head, forcing her hair to loosen. Once her bra was unclasped, the outline of her back was exposed, two sharp dimples peeking over her waistband. I leaned against the bedpost, my mouth growing dry. Her hands came to her waist, and she wiggled her hips to lower her shorts, removing her underwear as well. She stood still a moment, legs spread, hands fisted at her side. The silhouette of her body was burned in my memory. She was art personified.

“Climb on the bed.” My eyes watched her slow movements as she crawled up the heightened mattress. It occurred to me this is what she meant. This wasn’t a mattress on a pallet in a tent by the shore. This was a real bed. In a room. Inside a building. While it was still a fantasy that she was with me, willing to let me do what I wanted to her, this was real, and she needed me to prove it.

I undressed quickly while she lay in the same position she had only last night: her ass in the air, facing me. Her arms stretched for the edge of the bed, but I had a different position for this evening. I climbed up behind her, coaching her to move forward.

“Grip the headboard, but stay on your knees.”

I spread my thighs behind her, while I sat back on my ankles. My palm caressed up her spine.

“Is this what you want?” I whispered. “Is this what you need?” I fisted her hair in my hand, tugging her head gently back to me. “Do you not hear? Do you not see? With every touch I give you, I’m telling you how I feel about you. This isn’t the island, and this isn’t a fantasy.”

I released her hair and lifted her hips so I could position myself under her. I held my dick erect, rubbing it through the crack of her ass, teasing her. I paused at her entrance, already damp with desire, and she moaned, her head lowering forward.

“Don’t let go of that bar,” I commanded.