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  “You are the first, Anna,” he whispered into her ear. “I swear to you, I have never had a woman in this bed before you. Despite what you think I am not like my grandfather, I am not a womaniser, and never have been.”

  She turned and looked at him, needing to see his honesty with her own eyes. He kissed her face, her cheeks and then down her neck, sighing contentedly when she relaxed. Then his mouth claimed her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, and rolling his tongue over it until she whimpered with desire.

  His fingers were inside her again, drawing her to that point of arousal she had so quickly abandoned earlier. This time she would not make the same mistake. She shut off her inner voice, the one that told her she had to be better than everyone else, be harder than everyone else. Now she wanted to be soft, and needy, to be fulfilled by this incredible man who was moving between her thighs.

  She opened for him, feeling the head of his cock pressing against her outer lips. He eased forward, his body hovering over hers as he pushed inside her. She yielded for him, her inner walls gripping him tightly as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her sex.

  He supported himself on his elbows and leveraged his weight to completely impale her with his hard length. Her sex throbbed as it stretched around him. The power of him incredible, and then he withdrew, and she ached with need. Before she could adjust to losing him he filled her again, thrusting hard and deep, completely in control of her.

  He took up a steady rhythm, easing out before thrusting deep inside her again. Driving her to a new release, one that promised to be so much more than before. But he had not finished arousing her, his hand squeezed her breast, and then he lowered his head to lick her nipple. Repeatedly his tongue stimulated the hard little bud, the sensations joining with those from her sex.

  Anna stroked his chest, kissing his neck and nipping his flesh in her uncontrollable need to come. He penetrated her harder; his rhythm quickening until he was jerking into her in short sharp thrusts. She rose quickly to the edge of the abyss, and then they fell into it together, Douglas crying out as he filled the condom with his thick seed.

  Anna held onto him tightly, afraid if she let him go she would be flying outside the plane, soaring above the clouds only to ultimately fall to the earth to shatter into tiny pieces. She had given him more of herself than she had ever shared with a man before. It was new and exciting, and it scared her to death.

  Chapter Five

  Although fully dressed, and with fresh make up on, Anna still felt naked. Not only in front of Douglas, but everyone else she saw both on the plane and as they departed. It was as though they all knew what she had been doing with their boss.

  She worried that they would think she was a gold digger, or a high class whore. Scrap that, she did not feel high class. After all she had just had sex with Douglas on a plane, where all his staff must have heard him when he came inside her.

  She was surprised the plane had not crashed. Her face reddened at the thought, and she could not meet the hostess's eyes as they left the plane, her hand held firmly in Douglas’s.

  He glanced over to her, and caught the shame on her face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  “I feel awful. They all know what we were doing.”

  “So?”

  “So. I thought you said that was the first time you’d done it on your plane.” Her tone once more accusing.

  He stopped and turned to face her, despite the airport staff waiting to escort them through the terminal.

  “I swear to you, that was the first time. I suppose the only difference is that I’ve grown used to people thinking whatever they want about me. It doesn’t bother me,” he said, still concerned at how upset she looked. “If it makes you feel better, the bedroom is soundproofed.”

  “Soundproofed,” she repeated like a fool.

  “Yes. It’s a bedroom on a private jet. I don’t use it for entertaining women, but it sure as hell was made with that in mind.”

  She relaxed again, and looked at the hostess bringing some equipment off the plane. In truth she took no notice of Anna and Douglas standing on the tarmac. Anna acknowledged it had been her own guilt talking, and felt foolish.

  “Now, let’s get to the villa. We only have a couple of days, and I want to make the most of it.”

  “What time is our first meeting?” Anna asked.

  “Ah. Of course, I never had chance to tell you.”

  “Tell me what?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Trent was our meeting. But something came up and so he flew to see me instead.”

  “So this was never a business meeting?”

  “That’s not strictly true. It was until about 3pm yesterday. I could have cancelled it, but I know how much you were looking forward to being in my company for a couple of days.”

  They had reached the building, and they went inside, the air conditioning cool against her heated skin.

  “You don’t think I should have had a choice about this?”

  “Anna, please. Maybe I was wrong, but I had to resolve this one way or the other. The tension was becoming unbearable between us. Isn't his much better?”

  He squeezed her hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss. Anna wanted to pull away, hating public shows of affection. However, she stood her ground, amazed that it did not bother him, at all.

  “I still wish you had told me.”

  “Would you have come if I had?” he asked. She hesitated for too long. “And that’s why I didn’t. You wouldn’t have come, and just think of all the fun you would have missed out on.”

  His hand stroked her neck, and then lower, stopping short from caressing her breasts. However, it had the desired effect of making her body remember what had passed between them. The feeling of being manipulated by him made her feel cross, and yet he was right. If she hadn’t come on this trip they would still be locked in a mental battle, instead of being locked in each others arms.

  “You really hate not being in control don’t you?” he asked, studying her closely.

  “Yes,” she admitted.

  “Well, Anna, I have an idea. Why not let me be in control, of you for the two day we are here.”

  “I don’t think so.” In fact she hated the idea, subconsciously at least.

  “Come on. I’m not talking about me controlling your every move, but what about me controlling your pleasure.” he leaned closer. “Your intimate pleasure.”

  The way he said it made her body respond in a way he could only read as yes. However, she was reluctant to agree to something she found so alien, so out of her comfort zone. It would be like giving up a part of herself. Could she do that for him, did she trust him enough?

  “I would make it very satisfying for you,” his lips were now only an inch from her ear, and his breath moved the tiny hairs on her skin, making her feel sensuous and aroused.

  She nodded, and he smiled, turning away from her and leading her by the hand through the airport and out to a waiting car. A chauffeur opened the door and Douglas let her get in first, she slid across the seats, her mind reeling at the thought of what she had let herself in for. She wondered if she could go through with it, allowing him to do what he pleased to her without objection. One thing she had to acknowledge was that she must trust him, completely, no matter how much they argued and sniped at each other, if she was willing to allow him this control over her.

  As they drove off, she wondered if he was going to do something to her in the car, behind the back of the chauffeur. Was that what Douglas liked, making an exhibition of his women? This panicked her, but also turned her on a little. Sex had never been like this, it was not exciting, and unpredictable.

  She had slept with men purely for a physical satisfaction, nothing more. The way she intimidated her partners meant they never explored different techniques, or situations. It was simply sex, usually with the lights off.

  “Are you OK, Anna?” Douglas asked. “You look a little flushed. Can I get you something?”

  Anna wo
ndered if this question had a double meaning. What did he want to get her?

  She had to snap out of this, she was jittery with nerves and excitement.

  “A drink perhaps?” he asked when she didn’t answer.

  “A drink. Yes of course. That would be wonderful.”

  “What else did you think I meant?”

  She knew he had guessed her thoughts, but tried to recover. “I don’t know. Travelling in this kind of luxury is new to me. I have no idea what you have hidden away.”

  “Oh, those things I am going to save until later. When we are in private. I have no intention of sharing any part of you with another man.”

  She blushed, accepted the glass he offered her, ignoring his touch when his fingers stroked hers. Instead she asked, “How long is the journey?”

  “About a half hour. It’s a little secluded. So it’s a longer journey than if we we’re heading for the tourist resort.”

  Secluded, Anna liked the sound of that.

  “Is it by the beach?” she asked.

  “Yes, it’s a nice private cove,” said Douglas.

  “I didn’t pack a swimsuit or anything. This was supposed to be a business trip, remember.”

  “Don't worry. It doesn’t matter.”

  “Won't we be going to the beach? Anna wondered if he planned to keep her in the villa the whole time they were here.

  “Yes. You just won’t need a swimsuit.”

  “Why not?” she could not help asking even though she knew she would not like the answer.

  “It’s a private beach. We don’t need clothes.”

  “I do,” she insisted.

  “Who's in control Anna?” He raised an eyebrow in question.

  She was silent.

  “Anna?”

  “You are.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Yes, I am. Trust me Anna.”

  She smiled at him weakly.

  “I promise you, Anna, I will not ask you to do anything that would cause you harm or embarrassment. I think you will find it liberating.”

  “I’m glad you think so,” Anna said, wanting to take back her agreement. However, deep down inside, a part of her wanted to take the risk, to learn what it was like to let another person have an influence over her.

  The car turned onto a narrow road, slowly leaving the town behind. The houses became further apart, and bigger. These were the more exclusive homes of the rich and famous.

  Trying to change the subject, she asked, “Why did Trent lend you his villa?”

  “We’ve known each other a long time. He was after some finance for a new project, and so I told him we could do a deal. Trent was supposed to be here for another week, so I thought it would be a good opportunity for some sun, and to relax a little. This year has been a bit of a roller-coaster for me.”

  “Taking over from your grandfather?”

  “No, that came out of the blue. I started up a new company; I should really be there instead of taking on the responsibility of running my grandfather's company.” He sounded serious for once, and for the first time Anna felt close to the real Douglas Osborne. “But what could I do?” he asked, spreading his hands out and shrugging.

  “It’s good that you are loyal to your family,” Anna said, thinking of her own family, and the way they stuck together through thick and thin.

  “Yes. Family is important. And it means a lot to my mom that I’m doing this. I know he wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he is the only one she's got.” He turned to her then, his body facing hers, and she felt heat rise in her, she found him wildly attractive, almost to the point of addiction. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to initiate something between them, but then he spoke again, with such earnest that she wondered if she knew the man sat next to her at all. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me and my grandfather.”

  “That sounds terminal,” she said, trying to lift the mood, but it came out flat rather than as a joke.

  “I mean it. I know you’ve struggled to get on with me. I have not helped, but there's something that comes over me whenever you’re around that makes me behave differently. Working together long term is not going to work.”

  “I see,” she said.

  In her head that meant she had come away with him for sex, and once he had done what he wanted she would be pushed aside, no matter what he had promised.

  “No, Anna. I don’t think you do. But that is for when we get back. Here we are, and I hope that we can behave as though we do not work together, there will be no repercussions for this. Well not bad ones anyway.” He smiled at her mischievously, but before she could ask him to explain, the car had stopped and he got out.

  Douglas came around and opened her door, helping her out. The chauffeur went to get their bags, and Douglas took her up to the villa. It was beautiful, understated in its luxury, with a sea view that took her breath away. The air was warm, but tempered by the sea breeze, lifting her hair and cooling her heated skin.

  “I could do with a shower,” she said as they got inside. Acutely aware that after the heat of the day, and their lovemaking, she would really like to freshen up.

  “Why don’t you wait til the chauffeur's gone, and then we could take a shower together?” Douglas suggested.

  “No, it’s fine I won’t be long.” She suddenly felt shy.

  “Remember our deal, Anna.”

  “Right. Of course,” she said, going to stare out of the window at the sea.

  Her mind filled with images of him, and the way he made her feel. It seemed as though they would be spending most of their time having sex. Did he really want her that much? In a purely physical way, or emotionally too?

  The bags were brought in, and Douglas thanked the driver, and she saw him take his wallet out and give him a tip.

  “Thank you, sir,” the chauffeur said.

  “And you will be here to pick us up at 9am on Thursday morning?” Douglas asked. “Our flight is due to leave at 10am.”

  “Yes, don't worry, I’ll be here.”

  With that he left, driving off down the driveway, and out onto the road. Anna watched him leave.

  “Are we stranded here then?” she asked Douglas as he walked back in.

  Douglas came towards her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her neck, making the small hairs stand on end. Every nerve in her body seemed to be attuned to him.

  “Stranded. That’s one way to put it.” He kissed her again. “The town is only a ten minute walk if you use the coastal path. Fresh groceries are delivered if we need anything, but I had not planned to go anywhere for the short time we are here. Trent assured me there was enough food, and wine.”

  “I see,” she drew his head towards hers, and their lips met; he kissed her with a passion, and a need she shared with him.

  “Shall we go and get that shower?” he asked.

  “If you insist,” she answered, her arms wrapping around him and holding him close.

  He kissed her for a moment more, before groaning and pulling away from her. “Come on.”

  Douglas led her out of the room, but instead of heading towards the bedrooms, where she imagined the shower would be, he opened the big glass doors which led outside.

  She hesitated, “I don’t understand.”

  “You will,” he said.

  Chapter Six

  He took her outside. At first she thought he must be taking her to the pool, which stood shimmering invitingly in the bright sunlight. However, he walked straight past the clear water and over to a decking area to the side of it. Here there was an enclosure, open to the elements and yet surrounded by wooden panels.

  Douglas slipped inside the opening, and pulled her into his arms. “Let’s wash shall we?”

  He slipped her jacket off, and undid her buttons, his fingers easily opening them. This time he did not pause to kiss her skin, he wanted her completely naked, as quickly as possible. The rest of her clothes soon followed, and then, with m
uch fumbling on her behalf, she stripped his clothes from his body. Only she took her time, stroking his skin, marvelling at his toned abs and chest.

  Her hands trembled as she reached for his belt, loosening it off before unzipping his pants. They slid to the ground, and his cock sprang out, his arousal evident. She touched him, feeling his reaction with her fingers, marvelling at the way he responded. It had never mattered to her before. She had never wanted to give pleasure as much as she expected to receive it with any man she had taken to her bed. Now, it was important for him to want her, for her to be able to drive him to distraction with her touch.

  He had made her agree to whatever he asked her to do, but she also wanted him to experience pleasure too, at her command.

  Douglas reached behind her and turned a tap, sending warm water cascading over them. The small jets of water hitting her heated skin making her shiver, and adding to the sensations of his hands on her body.

  He reached up and took a bottle of shower gel, opened it and squirted some onto his hand. She watched his body move, his nakedness beautiful, his skin a golden brown stretched tight over his muscles.

  She wanted to cover her body up, feeling ugly next to him. Why would he want her, when he could have almost any woman in the world? Her round curves the opposite of him. Maybe it was true opposites attract, but she still felt shy.

  Without knowing it she had retreated from him, both physically and emotionally. He read it on her face, but mistook the reason.

  “Don’t worry, no one can see us,” he said.

  He thought it was the openness of the shower, the fact that someone might overlook them. How could she tell him it had not even crossed her mind, that in the heat of the passion she had for him, she had forgotten all that?

  “It’s not that,” she said, stepping back.

  “Then what?”

  “Why? Why me?”

  He smiled, “Because I find you incredibly complex.”

  That was not what she had expected to hear. “You mean argumentative.”

  “Not exactly.” He came towards her, rubbing his hands together to make the soap into a rich lather. “You like to be in control, I get that. But then there's this part of you, that I’ve only caught a glimpse of, that wants to be something different.”