However, her admission that he had never brought anyone here surprised me. David had dated many beautiful women. I had certainly seen no end of supermodel-esque beauties traipsing into his office late in the evening. Oddly though, now that I thought about it, I had never once seen David leaving with any of them.
My brain wanted to continue mulling over what I had just discovered but the woman before me continued to talk.
"I can see why he would choose you." She smiled at me and it softened her face.
She caught me eyeing her collar and her smile widened. "It is a collar but I do not wear it because I must. I wear it because I like it. Some enjoy wearing rings, others enjoy beautiful collars." She fondled the diamond studded metal as she spoke and I could see the fondness that filled her eyes.
I turned to follow the line of her sight and spotted a man heading in our direction. Everything about this woman screamed sheer sex appeal. But for some reason all of that faded away as the other man approached. She was still beautiful and sexy but the feeling of love and adoration that rolled off her skin was like a perfume. It coated everyone nearby in its heady scent and I found myself smiling along with her.
When the man reached us he took her hand in his and pressed his lips softly to her palm. The look of adoration and love that I had seen in her eyes was mirrored in his. It was beautiful to see two people look at each in that way. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I was intruding on a very private moment and it was the last thing that I wanted to do.
"Who's your new friend?" His voice held the same accent that she had.
"We haven't formally introduced ourselves yet." She beamed up at him before turning back to me. "My name is Isabella, Isabella Cline. And this is Marcus Cline."
I held out my hand and Marcus took it in his. For a moment I wasn't sure if he was going to shake it or kiss it. But he quickly made up his mind and decided to shake.
"I'm Carrie Grant."
Marcus looked confused for a moment. "I don't think I know any Grants. Do you, my love?" He relinquished his grip on me and wrapped one protective arm around Isabella.
She smiled. "No, Carrie here is with David Ashcroft. She is his."
Marcus turned large, surprise-filled brown eyes back to me. "David, 'eh? Now that is something you don't hear about every day."
"It was lovely meeting you both but I am already late to meet David." I wanted to just find him and have him wrap his strong arms around me. I was tired of answering questions and having people look at me as though I was some unusual creature that had wandered in out of the sea.
Isabella looked shocked and ushered me away. "Go, please go. I would not have you late. I know how important punctuality is. Please do not keep your Dom waiting on our account. If you would like I can send my apologies and have Marcus explain that it was my fault."
She seemed genuinely upset and I regretted opening my mouth and announcing I was late.
"No, it's fine. David will understand." Isabella looked at me, confusion written all over her face. Clearly Marcus was not very understanding when it came to being late.
"If you think so..." She trailed off and Marcus squeezed her shoulders.
I smiled before making a hasty retreat. Escaping through the front doors of the hotel I breathed in the night air. It was heavy with the scent of tropical flowers and I could taste a hint of the warmth that I had experienced earlier, on the back of my tongue.
I followed the path down to the beach and stood on the white sand. It quickly filled my sandals so I decided to take them off and carry them. It just seemed like the best idea. I was quickly mesmerised by the constant wash of the waves on the shore. It drew me and it wasn't until I felt the water lap up around my feet that I realised how close I was to the edge.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist making me jump. He pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, "I was looking for you." David's voice instantly made me happy. My body tingled as he tightened his grip on my waist and tugged me back against the hard contours of his body.
"I was hoping to surprise you in bed, but when I got there you were gone..."
I nestled my body back against his. "And how were you planning to surprise me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He spun me around in his arms. "I wanted to surprise you with this." He leaned down and kissed me, hard. His embrace was almost bruising but I loved it and wanted more.
I whimpered against his mouth as he bit down on my lips. His hands wandering my body, squeezing and fondling every piece of flesh he could get his hands on. The water continued to lap around our feet as David's kiss deepened. His tongue probed mine, like life imitating art, showing me what he would soon be doing with another part of his body.
His hands pulled the skirt of my dress up around my waist, freeing my legs seconds before he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me further up the beach and away from any possibility of prying eyes.
I could feel the stiffness of his erection pressing into me through the fabric of his trousers. I wanted to feel him enter me. Although it hadn't been long since he was last inside me, I missed him—missed the feeling of completion as his body joined with mine.
Reaching the sand dunes he lowered me slowly to the ground, his mouth still on mine, his hands still searching just as eagerly as I was. I fumbled with the front of his trousers finally releasing him. He groaned a quick need-filled sound as he discovered that I wasn't wearing any panties.
He discarded his trousers and sat on the ground before lowering me on top of him. I could feel the tip of him just pressing against my entrance and it made me impatient. This time felt different, we were both anxious and excited. Neither of us in control we were led more by our need to feel pleasure in the other’s body.
I arched my back as his shaft pushed up into my body. He dragged the bodice of my dress down until it was bunched around my waist and he had access to my breasts. From this angle he gripped one tightly in his hands and lowered his lips to the sensitive nipple. I cried out as I moved my hips, rocking back and forth on his hard cock.
He buried his face in my neck and bit down on the soft skin. His hands moving to my hips, he lifted me higher before slamming me back down on his cock. The rhythm changed as David took charge. It became intense, almost animalistic. I clawed at the skin on his back leaving little red lines. Marking him the way he would mark my body as his. My body tightened, pushing me ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. I wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer. I couldn't help but wonder if by orgasming, would it cause David to lose control too?