Divertissement (7 page)

Picking up
his backpack and asking her to help him carry the hamper, John led the way
around the house and across several abandoned fields, over and between stone
walls until the land sloped down to a sheltered bay.

They
clambered down over the rocks to the semicircle of pale sand that fringed the
water.

 
“It’s beautiful,” Ellen said. There was
something almost primeval about the spot, just the sea and sky and gulls
wheeling overhead as she watched one fly up to the cliffs at the headland.
“And wonderful.
It’s as if we’re the first humans to set
foot here.”

He
chuckled.
“Not exactly.
My younger brother and I used
to come out here with my cousins. We’d spend summers down in Sea Crest. We used
to take the boat and row over here. Or at least we did until Luke, my youngest
cousin, fell on the rocks and broke his arm and we had to tell where we’d
been.” He shook his head and gave a rueful smile. “Our collective parents were
suitably shocked that we’d been trespassing and we were categorically forbidden
to ever come out here again. If I remember rightly they even confiscated the
boat for a week.”

John
seldom mentioned his family and she wondered what sort of boy he’d been.
Dominant and forceful no doubt.
“Did you ever come back?”

“Not until
I heard it was for sale and decided to buy it for us. We won’t invite anyone
else.
Our retreat, our refuge.
Once I get the house
habitable, that is.”

It was
really just beginning to sink in. He’d bought the entire island! Not rented it
or leased it, but owned it outright. Just like that because she’d casually said
she’d love her own island.

As if
reading her mind, he reached out and squeezed her hand. “Don’t look so worried.
Game for a swim?”
Why not? “Unless you think the water
will be too cold?”

“John, I
went to school in Scarborough. When you’ve swum in the North Sea, this southern
water is downright balmy!”

She pulled
off her top. Slowly, knowing he liked looking at her breasts, and then sat on a
rock to untie her walking boots. Didn’t take long to get the rest of her
clothes off but John was ahead of her. Pausing to admire the view delayed her a
bit but it was worth it.

He really
was one gorgeous specimen of manhood. And he was hers. And he’d bought her an
island. Cripes! Thinking about that was enough to leave her dizzy. Why think?

Ellen
stood, piled her clothes and shoes on a rock away from any possible spray and
grinned at him. “I bet I can beat you in!”

They ran,
side by side, down the strip of sand, and she did beat him. All right, he let
her get in first, and damn, it was cold, but she wasn’t going to let it stop
her. She dived under the water and came up, smoothing her hair off her face. “I
love you,” she said.

“Good,” he
replied, “let’s swim out to the headland.”

It wasn’t
that far. They swam side by side, the water flowing over her breasts and belly
as they moved through the water. Naked really was the only way to swim. The
wash of water across her pussy sent a cool thrill deep inside her. She hoped
they weren’t spending the entire day in the water. Of course she’d never been
fucked in water. That might be interesting.

They
reached the cliff. John got out first and stretched a hand to her. “Tread
carefully, the rocks are slippery.”

He wasn’t
kidding! But it wasn’t the rocks that caught her attention. To their right was
the dark opening of a cave. “Come along,” he said. “I want to show you this.”

The
opening was small but inside was a spacious cave, dark in the recesses but
where they stood light streamed in from the opening. “It’s incredible!”

“Isn’t
it?” he replied. “We played here for hours. Pretending we were smugglers or
royalists hiding out from the Roundheads. Then, when Julian, my brother, read
that the Templars owned
Lunday
Island, we were
Templars.”

She longed
to ask more about this brother but sensed now wasn’t the moment. “I bet you had
a marvelous time here.”

“We did,
or rather we did until Luke fell and got hurt. I’m back now, but this time none
of them are coming.
Just you and me.”

Seemed a
bit of a shame not to share but she didn’t really mind. “Are there other
caves?”

 
“Several, but this is the best one. And
there’s something else I want to show you.” He pulled her close, the water
lapping around their feet and pressed his mouth on hers, opening her lips with
his and gently but persistently stroking and caressing her tongue until she let
out a little sigh. He pressed harder, demanding everything from her with his
lips and she gladly responded. Leaning into him and wrapping her arms around
him as his hands caressed her shoulders and back, stroking her and easing down
her spine to circle her waist. One arm held her to him as he slapped her
arse
. She let out a yelp, but as he released her, stared
around in wonder, the slap and her cry reverberated off the domed roof, echoing
for several seconds until it faded.

“And I
thought you meant to show me how well you can kiss.”

“That too.”

“I bet you
had fun here, a bunch of schoolboys.”

“We did,
but not like this.”

“I’m
relieved to hear it. Kinky schoolboys just wouldn’t be right.”

“What a
suggestion! I think that deserves another spank.”

She got
three. Each echoing as he paused between slaps, and she added a yelp to the
last, just for the effect. She was getting quite horny. How would wild shrieks
and grunts echo off the rock roof?

Today was
not the time to find out it seemed. “Come along,” he said. “We can come back
later, right now I’m hungry.”

There was
something delightfully decadent about picnicking nude on the beach. They could
do this here whenever they wanted—at least as long as the weather held out.
Wouldn’t be so pleasant in a March gale or November rainstorm.
But now it was perfect. She smiled at John and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Happy?”
he asked.

“Deliriously,”
she replied. “All I need now is a good fucking.”

“You’ll
get that, I promise you.
Soon.”

 
“Soon” could be hours away. Damn, it was “make
her wait” day it seemed. “Tell me about Julian? You never mentioned him before.”

He went
absolutely silent. Damn! Was this risky territory? But he’d mentioned him.

“He’s my
younger brother. We don’t have much contact anymore.” She wanted to ask why?
Some fraternal bust-up?
Argument over a
will?
She knew their parents were both dead. Better wait. “We have
different interests.
Values.
Standards.”

As he
paused, it hit her. “Julian Kent?”

“The same.”

Saints
alive! Julian Kent, the politician, big name in the shadow cabinet and the
spokesperson for morality, family and traditional values—or at least his
definition of morality and values. “No wonder there’s a rift between you.”

“Not just
that. He ran off with my fiancée.”

“What a
little
shit!
”

“Did me a favor really.
Not that I thought so at the time, but later I met
Adele and she was the one for me.”

What did
that mean? That Adele was the only one?
Surely not if he’d
just bought an island because she’d expressed a wish for one.
Cripes,
she hadn’t been this insecure since her teens. “Did he marry her?”

“Jenny?
Yes. Surely you’ve seen pictures of them. She’s all skin and bone with a face
like an asthmatic horse.”

At least
he couldn’t say she was all skin and bones. “I’ve never seen an asthmatic
horse.
Didn’t know they got it.”

“You’ll
get it in a minute, my girl.”

His tone
changed. Seemed reminiscences were over and now… “I hope so. I’m in need. All
this healthy outdoor air does things to you.”

“Get your
boots on then.”

At his
suggestion, she also pulled on her skirt. But he crammed her blouse into his
backpack.

“Come
along,” he said, holding out his hand. “You’ll like this next bit.”

She did
enjoy the sensation of air and sun on her breasts but she didn’t think that was
what he’d meant. It was a good slog across the crest of the island toward the
western tip. At one point, she looked back at the ruined house and the bay
beneath them and wondered why he hadn’t fucked her on the beach. No doubt he
had another place in mind. Or was he going to make her wait even longer?

“Come
along, Ellen,” he snapped, sounding in full Dominant mode.

“How much farther?”

“Want to
stop here and get fucked in the gorse?”

Now that
would be a different sensation! “Don’t think so.
Lead on,
Macduff
!”

He led the
way, skirting clumps of gorse and walking through bracken until they reached an
open area with rabbit-nibbled grass at their feet and a stone table in the
middle.

Shades of
druids or pagan rites?

“Good
grief. I wonder how long that’s been
there?
”

“Nowhere near as long as the damn estate agent would have had
me believe.
He rattled
on about ancient relics and druid artifacts and was rather deflated when I said
it had been constructed after the war.”

“Truly?”

“Yes.
Truly.
My grandparents used to talk about it.
Seemed the chap who bought it after the war fancied himself as a modern-day
druid.
He set up this and a couple of
menhirs
and a small stone ring. I’ll show you them another time.
Used
to hold gatherings here for the solstices and midsummer and midwinter rites.”

“Wild pagan orgies?”

 
“Don’t rightly know, I was never invited, but
how about a little kinky, just us two, sex play?”

“You need
to ask?”

“No.” He
smiled as he ran his hand along the curve of her chin and traced her lips with
his finger. “I don’t think I do.” His hand eased down her neck to trace the top
of her breast. “You’ll do whatever I want. Won’t you?” He cupped her breast.
“If I ask, you’ll kneel at my feet and suck my cock.” He played with her
nipple, pinching slightly. “You’ll bend over and let me beat your luscious
arse
with my belt.” He moved to her other breast. “You’ll
open your legs for me, take whatever I choose to give you, offer me your
arse
to bugger.” By now she was breathing fast. “You’ll
even raise your arms over your head and let me tie you down.” He squeezed her
nipple and she let out a sigh. “Won’t you?”

“Yes!” It
came more of a gasp that an actual word.

“Oh my
love, Ellen, I’m so glad because that’s exactly what I’m going to do right
now.” He leaned close to whisper in her ear, “Take off that skirt and your
walking boots. I’m going to tie you to the stone table and have my own wild,
pagan orgy over your naked, helpless body.”

After that
promise, it took a lot of concentration just to unlace her boots. She managed.
Heck, she’d have flown to get what he’d just offered. Her heart raced, she was
soaking between her legs and her nipples tingled with anticipation. No doubt
due to the squeezing and pulling they’d just received. Taking off her skirt was
a piece of cake by comparison, but standing naked on the soft grass, with the sky
overhead and walls of gorse all around, was a new sensation.

Yes, she’d
had alfresco sex, loved it in fact, but her deep-rooted submissive instincts
told her this was going to be utterly new and more intense than anything before
in her entire life.

She smiled
at him then lowered her eyes. “What next, John?”

“Just
stand there and let the breeze tickle your nipples.”

Easy to
do, or perhaps not so easy as he moved out of her line of vision, taking his
backpack with him.

What did
he have in there?
Restraints?
A
whip?
He hardly needed that with his belt, but… What did he have in
mind? How was he going to tie her down? And would the stone be cold against her
naked body? Rough? Seemed smooth enough under her hand, but a casual touch wasn’t
anywhere near the same as having her body tied fast with lichen and unevenness
against her flesh.

She took a
deep breath. She trusted John or she wouldn’t be here, naked, alone with him
and the expanse of the Bristol Channel between them and the next other living
person.

That
thought sent a delicious shutter of excitement and anticipation rippling though
her. Her cunt was
wet,
she could smell her arousal and
her clit pulsed with expectation.