Punishing Him

Walking, walking, and more walking around half of the lake, Eloise was trying to make sense of everything. By the time she returns to the house, she is more mixed up than when she started.

It’s late, the sun is setting, and the snow is falling harder. After a quick trip to her room, she went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine, a glass, and an opener, and headed downstairs.

Luckily, most of the guys have been busy with the wind-up of The American case, so everyone is keeping to themselves.

She stepped out into the freezing air in a pair of flip-flops. Climbing up onto a chair, she covered the camera pointing in her direction with a t-shirt. She ripped off her top and chucked her shorts to the side.

She tosses her hair into a messy bun and sinks into the deliciously hot water. It feels divine. She instantly feels the tension slip from her body.

In the winter, they keep the hot tub covered with a tent that opens at the sides. She opened only one flap so she had a private view of the lake.

Her second glass was in, and she felt pretty damn relaxed. She can’t believe she hasn’t come here sooner. Closing her eyes and leaning back, she listens to how quiet the snow makes everything. It makes for a perfect moment.

“See, Eloise; this is the perfect place for a vacation.” Mary grins with a lime green straw wedged between her lips. She’s on her fourth margarita since we hit the beach an hour ago.

She surprised her with a trip to Fiji for her birthday. They’re staying in a little bungalow on Castaway Island. No one knows her, allowing her to blend in perfectly.

She slips her sunglasses on, plucking the melon from the rim of her mojito and popping it in her mouth. The cold juice is refreshing. “Yes.” A grin tugs at her lips as their morning yoga trainer, Diego, grabs a paddleboard and heads for the crisp blue ocean. “I think this is one of the best presents you’ve ever given me.”

She laughs, clinking her drink to Eloise. He might be married, but nothing matters with an ass like that.

“I wonder where his tan line ends.” Eloise gave her a devilish grin.

She shakes her head. “I have goggles; wanna go find out?”

“Yup!”

A shadow casts over Mary, making her squint to see who’s interrupting their fun.

“Hello, ladies; my name is Tom. I teach a scuba class with the resort.” Tom grins with a large set of pearly whites and shows them his hotel ID. “Our first class starts in ten. Would you like to join?”

Eloise glanced at Mary, who was downing her drink with a dirty grin.

“Yes, Tom, that sounds like a great plan.”

Poor Diego.

Eloise didn’t even know she was grinning until reality came crashing around her, making her eyes pop open. She rubbed a spot over her heart, which hurt like hell when she thought of their happy fake memories.

She wondered if her father planned the trip to get her out of the media.

“I hate my past,” she bitches, shaking Mary’s face from her thoughts.

“I’m glad I didn’t send Ren out here to check on the camera,” Nicholas says, standing in front of the open side and making her jump.

His hands are tucked into his pockets as snowflakes hit, then disappear when they meet the heat of his body through his sweater. He’s very sexy in his black sweater and jeans.

“Is that even considered a bikini?”

She thought about her suit rather than looking at it. She guessed its white strings might be a little skimpy, but she wasn’t planning on having company.

“You want to be left alone?”

She shook her head and slowly sipped her wine, watching him intently. He yanks off his sweater, giving her a moment to gawk at his strong arms, chest, and back.

She tries to hide her body’s natural reaction to him, but it’s impossible. Pure lust rises to the surface whenever he’s around.

His pants come off next and are set down carefully by his boots; his inner Army is coming out. He settles in the water across from her; his legs stretched out on either side.

Their eyes wander over one another, both knowing they’ve been physically attracted to each other since day one, so neither pretends to look away.

She tipped her glass of wine in his direction as if to ask if he wanted some. He nodded, holding a hand for her to come to him, but first, she leaned back and poured more wine into her glass.

Keeping low in the water, her eyes on his, she moved toward him, stopping just in front of him but not quite touching.

He suddenly leans forward and grasps her hips, lifting her to straddle his lap. She squeaked when the wine spilled over her arms and down her chest, the cold liquid making her shiver.

He bends down and drags his hot tongue across her skin, licking the wine between her breasts, then along her collarbone and up to her earlobe, where he nibbles lightly.

She tried not to react or keep a clear head, but instead, she let out a sharp breath as her senses took a dive.

Nicholas takes the glass from her, downing half of it while keeping those gorgeous dark eyes on hers. Then he comes in for a kiss, and that does it. She turned her head to the side. Suddenly, all she could picture was those lips on the blonde. He downs the rest of the wine and sets the glass aside.

The wind picks up, blowing snow in on them. She shifted down and back, as did he, so they were better protected from the storm, which was now becoming a blizzard.

Nicholas pulls her back onto his lap, where she meets a rather intense look. His fingers walk her around, undoing the ties on the back of the suit.

It springs forward as he lifts it over her head. Her bottoms are removed just as fast, then he shifts and removes his.

He moves so his erection is between her aching thighs, with her barely touching him, and waits, wanting her to make the first move.

She hesitated while she battled it out with herself, and in the end, her lust won, and she slowly slid down over the top of him, making them both drop their heads back, sighing.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, and the other gripped her shoulder as she moved slowly. She can see his muscles flexing, trying hard to give her control.

His jaw is set perfectly still as her breasts bounce in front of his mouth, his stubble teasing them as they brush by. The contrast between the cold air and the hot water is an intense sensation.

Nicholas comes in for another kiss, but she turns her face away and continues at the same pace. He growls and grits his teeth, bucking his hips to get her to move faster, but she doesn’t. She moves slower.

Yes, she was punishing him, but it was hurting her too. She hates hurting. She hates even more that he’s the one who broke her. She swallowed past the growing lump, trying desperately to shove the feelings away.

“Enough of this shit.” He pulls her up, flips her over the side of the tub, and thrusts back in. He lies his front over her back, holding her down.

“Stop punishing me,” he growls. “I only did what I had to do to get you back. I only kissed her, nothing more. I hated it, but I’d do it again if it meant saving your life.”

He pulls out and then slams back in. “I know you’re dealing with a lot, but you better let me in. If you have something to say, say it, but don’t,” he slams in again, making her cry, “ever deny me your lips, Eloise.”

He pounds in again, sending water spilling over the edge. He pulls out, making her whimper. “They are mine, just like this,” he palms her ass, “and this,” his fingers slip inside her, driving her wild.

She grinds her hips into him, wanting more. His other hand slips over her chest, making a point to stop over my heart.

“All of it is mine, just like all of me is yours.” He leans back and grasps her hips with both hands and nudges just the tip of him inside. “Will you kiss me when I’m done fucking you?”

She didn’t answer. She was so pent up that she was about to jump out and roll in the snow for relief.

“Eloise!”

“Yes!” She cried as he plowed back in over and over. She doesn’t want it to end.

He’s the only man who has ever made her feel every possible feeling at once, but at the same time, he handles each individually. It’s intoxicating. It’s erotic.

She screamed as every muscle clenched, sending her toward the snowy night.

He shouts and grips her shoulders, his whole body shaking on top of hers. He pulls out, flips her over, and attacks her lips. He’s like a hungry animal; she was his first meal in months.

Within minutes he’s entering her again, but this time he has her straddling his lap, facing him. He does all the work since she has become like jelly, but it doesn’t take long for her senses to kick back in to match his rhythm.

“Nicholas,” she moaned as he bit her neck and massaged her breast. “I hate that you hurt me,” she confesses, wanting to get it off her chest. “I hate that it was you who hurt me.”

Her rocking had picked up pace; she was close now. She was panting, and she could feel him struggling to stop talking, wanting to keep going, so she grabbed his face and kissed him. She was torn too, but right now, she needs this closeness. She loves him.

This sets him off, and he stands, holding her with him and sitting her on the highest seat, nearly out of the water, and hooks her legs over his shoulders. He hangs on to the side of the tub, getting in as deep as he possibly can.

Eloise clenched around him, feeling full as he hit all the right places. Her eyes roll up to the tent's roof, seeing many colors dance around as she falls into a sea of passion. She couldn’t be happier. Only he can make her feel this way.

“No one else,” he grunts as he fills her with another hot burst of him.