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While Erik was as driven with desire, he held back enough to steady her—to keep her body from exploding too fast. He wondered if she were headed for madness the way she clawed his shoulders and spread wide her thighs demanding he take her cunt. He put her off twice, in the interest of pursuing his own desire to make her suffer, happy to have her discontent—until the tease became too maddening for her. He finally rammed his erection into the offered orifice, grateful for the way she milked the stalk. Her pussy was alive and grabbing, almost as though there were mysterious hands reaching inside to grab the thing and suck it inside her.
She came, thrashing back and forth beneath him, moaning like the wind was moaning in the restless night. “Gawd cuuuuummmmmmm!” she roared as she pumped his meaty flesh. Even when he would have stalled, the grasping muscle worked hard enough to bring on his orgasm and thereafter didn’t stop until she drained him dry.
Afterwards, neither one could speak as though something other than sex had usurped their power of speech. Waiting to recover, they listened to the sounds of their winded breath and watched their heaving chests rise and fall. Even when they finally settled they couldn’t speak, so they didn’t bother. Laney drifted to sleep first, Erik followed closely after, thinking as his eyes closed, that something devilish was brewing on this island. They were caught in a web of riddles unaware of its powerful influence to control their behavior.
Chapter Three
The following day was a curious repeat of the previous one. The three men checked the boat again, working on the engine, trying the radio, finding no solution to the engine failure and unable to raise anyone off Marquis Island. In the midst of their frustration, Archibald Devane suddenly appeared on the beach. He stood for some moments appraising the weary group, then stepped forward.
“Perhaps I could help.”
“We’ve had engine failure,” Erik told him dourly. “You’d said you had a radio. Since ours isn’t working, we’ll need yours to contact help.”
“Certainly. Though, I could tinker with the engine, if you like?”
“No,” Matthew stepped forward. “This baby is sensitive, I think I know the part we need. If we could just use your radio.”
Devane nodded. “We can try this afternoon.”
“Try?” Jason wondered suspiciously.
“Like I said, sometimes my machine is cranky and takes some encouragement.”
“Well, let’s see if we can encourage it,” Jason said, hopping from the boat.
An hour later, the three men returned to the house, edgy, bewildered and tired.
“I think the old man is half crazy,” Jason remarked as he slumped down on the sofa. “You see the way he lives?”
“He’s eccentric,” Erik reminded him. “After all, this island wasn’t exactly a mainstream sort of place. Ladies,” he called sharply to the women in the kitchen, “how about some beer and sandwiches?”
Laney appeared in the doorway, curtsying, “Why yes, your grace.”
“Cut the sarcasm,” he quipped. “You’re still paying off.”
“At this rate, we’ll be paying off this wager the entire two weeks. That wasn’t the deal we made.”
“And if you’re not careful we’ll just have to institute some new rules. Why we have one hell of a guidebook.” Erik picked up Barth’s S&M bible and shook it at her menacingly. By then, Sandra and Elise were in the room with trays of food and drink.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Laney answered Erik’s threat.
“Chicken?” Jason gibed.
“I am not!”
“Oh, you’re chicken all right,” Matthew shot right back. “But you won’t be forever.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“You know as well as I do, this island has cast a spell on us all. I’ll bet Old Archie’s done some incantations—like he’s trying to turn back the clock and relive the past.”
“You’re crazy!” Laney snipped.
“Am I?”
“Don’t you think things are a little weird here?” Elise asked her.
Laney thought a moment.
