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Of course, Dr. Ella Novatny was nothing like my usual submissives. She might look like them on the surface—short, blonde, curvy—but the difference was in her eyes. When she looked at me, it was without artifice or calculation. She didn’t want anything from me. She just studied me with her gaze full of curiosity, trying to make sense of who I was.
And who was I? I was that man who’d played with her at Via Sofferenza, and been too chickenshit to confess it the next day. But she knew. After last night, she had to know.
I looked back into the room, at her black, nerdy glasses on the table. What if I threw them over the balcony? Maybe she’d be as blind as she’d been at Via Sofferenza. Once she couldn’t see, I’d take advantage of her in sadistic, perverse ways. I’d tie her down and show her that brains weren’t everything. I’d shove my cock between her lips until she choked and cried, all the while taunting her with threats.Get it wet, slut. It’s going in your ass next.
I stopped the fantasies there. Otherwise, they’d overtake my reason and I’d try to make them happen, and nothing more could happen between us right now. I needed to call the Gibraltar offices, and reply to the backlog of messages on my phone. I needed to get Dr. Novatny to New York, to her brainiac think tank, then I needed to get to The Gallery so I could disperse my pent-up sexual energy. Kari, Hanna, Lola, Rachel, Amelie, Allie, Fifi, Gretchen, Bren, Sara… There were so many in my contacts, all well-trained submissives willing to please me in exchange for orgasms and pain.
But right now, I was in the middle of the ocean with Ella, unable to tear my eyes from her pretty features. Her orgasm last night had been different from what I was used to. Purer, somehow, unadulterated by BDSM-club give and take. Now, in sleep, she didn’t look like an award-winning theoretical astrophysicist engaged in the study of the universe and the curvature of space-time.
Not that I understood what the fuck any of that meant.
I mainly understood she was kinky, a devoted masochist, and I hadn’t satisfied my curiosity yet. I knew she loved pain…that was obvious…but how much pain? I wondered what she’d make of The Gallery, where pain ruled, and submissives weren’t allowed to use safe words.
Ugh, why was I standing there staring at her with a hard on? Why was I watching her sleep? I had to get dressed—quietly—and figure out how I was going to get everyone from Gibraltar Flight 451 to New York.
I moved my luggage over near the wall where we’d fucked.Focus, Dev.I opened my suitcase and pulled on some jeans and a tee shirt, tucking away my inconveniently horny cock. That done, I checked my phone and found messages from Gibraltar Air officials, from my parents, and my friend Milo back in New York. I texted everyone, promising a longer reply later. Ella stirred, moaning in her sleep. Had she been plagued by crazy dreams too? Fort texted a moment later, while I was still staring at her mouth.
Good morning, hero.
I texted back a thumbs up. Three blinking dots, then:
Did you ever make it to your room?
I frowned. Why was that the first thing he asked?No, I texted back.Ella was freaked out. Didn’t want to leave her alone.
Hope you were able to calm her down.He omitted a wink emoji, but I knew what he was insinuating.
Going to contact Gibraltar, I texted,and see how soon we can get out of here.
Sounds good. Let us know.
I got out my laptop and booted it up. While the login screen loaded, I found myself drawn back to the balcony view. Thank God this splotch of land was here, rooted in the middle of the ocean. On the table across from me, Ella’s glasses remained folded, reminding me of all that might have been lost.
Chapter Seven: Ella
Iwoke froma nightmare, clawing the sheets beside me, reaching for Devin. I found emptiness, and for a sick moment felt myself falling through a whooshing gust of air. Silence, no engines. Just falling, falling.
“Devin!” I cried.
His arms came around me, waking me fully. “I’m here,” he said. “We’re at the hotel, okay? You’re safe.”
I let out a breath, pressing my forehead to his chest. My fingers closed around his arms. I didn’t want to let him go. “I had the worst dreams last night,” I said.
“Me too.” His chin brushed back and forth across the top of my head. “But everything’s fine.”
His clean, male scent inundated my senses, his closeness bringing back memories of our wild encounter last night. We’d had crazy, rough sex against the wall, without using any protection. My ass still felt tender from the way he’d spanked me. He was dressed, but I wasn’t, and I felt exposed.
“I should probably…” I forced my fingers to unpeel from his muscular arms. “I’m okay. I just need to start feeling human again.”
“I can understand that.” He eased back so he could look me in the eyes. “Listen, before you get up, I need to tell you something.”
I shook my head. “You don’t.”
“No, I do.”
His eyes were too intense, and I felt too naked, because Iwasnaked. “Can I please get dressed?”
“In a minute.” He pushed me back on the bed, tugging the covers up to my neck so I felt less exposed. “There’s something I didn’t admit to you when we met. Something I should probably have disclosed.”
