Chapter 118 - Fantasy Island


Cate felt her mouth go dry as her pulse jumped at Jon’s words. “Wh… why?” she whispered back, raising her eyes to meet his.

“Because,” Jon answered softly. “I don’t want you to see the surprise until it’s completely ready.” He held her gaze for a long moment. “And because I want you to fully enjoy it.”

Cate’s breath caught in her throat at the flicker of lust in Jon’s eyes. She nodded breathlessly. “Okay,” she agreed.

“Good,” Jon answered huskily. He stepped closer, raising his hands to her face and gently laying the folded scarf across her eyes. Cate inhaled as her eyelids fluttered closed at his touch, then she felt the soft, cool fabric against her face. Jon smoothed the bandana over her hair, reaching behind her head to cross the ends then tug the tails into a secure knot. “That okay?” he asked quietly, pulling his hands away and resting them lightly on Cate’s shoulders. “Not too tight?”

Cate raised her hands to trace her fingertips across the scarf over her eyes, trying to adjust to the deprivation of her vision. “It’s fine,” she answered softly. With her vision blocked, she was suddenly more acutely aware of Jon’s presence. She could feel the warmth of his body, hear his shallow, rapid breathing, and smell his unmistakable scent… cologne and musk mixed with salty sea air. Cate felt another little shock of arousal fire through her as her nipples pebbled against the soft cotton of Jon’s shirt.

A soft rumble sounded from deep in Jon’s throat as he watched Cate’s expression. Her lips were parted as she panted lightly, and her nostrils flared slightly as she tipped her head a bit toward him. He saw the pulse point at the base of her slender throat throbbing under her skin, betraying her excitement. Jon dropped his head forward and whispered in Cate’s ear. “Relax, Baby… it won’t be long.”

Cate couldn’t stop a shiver of anticipation at the sound of his voice. She nodded again, the corners of her mouth curving slightly upward as she took a deep breath. “Okay,” she replied hoarsely. “Good.”

Jon chuckled and slid his hands gently down her arms, capturing her hands in his. “Come with me,” he instructed. Jon turned and led Cate by the hand from the bedroom. He could see that she was a bit off-balance with her sight impaired, so he moved slowly, ensuring she could keep up. Jon guided Cate through the living room and out onto the deck, then stopped.

With gentle hands on her waist Jon turned Cate to her left, then guided her down until she was seated on the chaise. “Lay back,” he directed her, his voice gentle, but firm. He watched as Cate obediently shifted to her side and swung her legs up onto the chaise, settling back on the cushions. Once in place, she sat still and silent, awaiting further instructions.

Damn… this is a change, Jon thought as he watched Cate follow his commands. His dick jumped to attention as he realized he was more than a little turned on by Cate’s submissiveness. This may be a game to revisit…

Jon mentally shook himself back to the present, away from fantasy visions of Cate in black leather and stilettos, on her knees before him. That’s not what tonight is about, he reminded himself. He lowered his body to sit on the edge of the chaise beside Cate, then leaned forward. He let his lips hover a fraction of an inch from hers, letting her feel his nearness. “Stay here,” he commanded gently. “I’m going to do something, then I’ll be right back. No peeking.”

Cate nodded silently, then tipped her head back to rest against the cushion. The movement caused the open neck of her shirt to shift, exposing the curve of one firm breast. Jon couldn’t resist; he groaned softly and lowered his lips to the base of Cate’s throat.

Cate let out a little gasp of surprise, then a soft purr as Jon kissed his way across the expanse of the bare skin of her chest. He nudged aside the placket of the shirt, then traced the tip of his tongue around Cate’s tightened nipple, smiling at the little shudder of pleasure the movement evoked. “Don’t move,” he reminded Cate, pulling his mouth away from her flesh. “And don’t peek.”

“Or what?” Cate asked breathily. Despite her submissive demeanor, her voice still held a hint of challenge.

“Or I won’t continue what I just started,” Jon chuckled sexily.

“Oh,” Cate answered on a sigh. “Don’t worry. I won’t peek.”

“Good,” Jon leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Cate’s full lips. “Be right back.” He rose from the chaise and padded back into the villa, to the kitchen. He opened a drawer and retrieved a butane torch, then pulled two cold Coronas from the refrigerator. He popped the caps off the beers before leaving the kitchen and moving back out onto the deck.

Jon smiled when he saw Cate sitting in the same position in which he had left her, her head cocked slightly to the side as she listened to his movement. He didn’t say anything as he passed by her and descended the two steps to the sand.

Jon quickly strode over to the small grove of trees and foliage next to the villa. He grinned as he saw up close what the hotel had provided at his request. There’s a reason this place is five-star, he chuckled to himself.

Jon sat the beer bottles on the small, glass-topped wicker table then turned his attention to the tiki torches. There were eight of them, carefully arranged in a wide arc around the perimeter of the little palm grove. Jon flicked the switch on the butane lighter and a flame sprang from its tip. He moved quickly from torch to torch, lighting the wicks. Then he extinguished the torch and stepped back to survey his handiwork.

The flames glowed like oversized fireflies in the grove, casting flickering shadows on the sand and across the striped canvas of the wide hammock that stretched between the sturdy trunks of two huge palms. Jon grinned at the sight, noting the two matching cushions arranged at one end of the hammock like pillows. It would be nothing short of heaven to fall asleep there, gently swaying in the night breeze to the lullaby of the surf, Cate in his arms. He would have to be careful not to do just that; it wouldn’t do for them to show up late to their morning interview.

Everything ready to his liking, Jon turned toward the deck. He paused for a moment to pluck a large orange hibiscus blossom from the small tree next to the corner of the deck, then climbed the steps. Cate sat on the chaise as he had left her, her blindfold still in place. Jon smiled and again lowered himself on the edge of the chaise beside Cate, raising the flower to her face.

He gently touched the blossom to her forehead, then trailed the velvety petal downward across the width of the folded scarf, to the tip of her nose and down over her lips and chin. Cate sighed at the feathery-soft touch, tipping her head back as Jon drew the blossom down her slender throat to her chest.

He pulled the flower away and replaced it with his lips, pressing soft kisses on her warm skin. His tongue slipped from between his lips, reversing the trail he had drawn with the blossom as he slowly licked his way up Cate’s neck and over her chin, until his mouth settled on hers. He sipped from her lips for a long minute before pulling back.

“Ready?” he asked softly. Cate nodded silently, her moist lips trembling slightly. Jon stood and took Cate’s hand, then helped her to her feet. He led her three paces toward the steps, then stopped. “Hmm,” he rumbled. “Don’t want you to fall…”

Jon slipped an arm around Cate’s waist and dipped to hook his other arm behind her knees, once again scooping her up into his strong embrace. Cate’s arms automatically went around his neck and she hugged him tight as she nestled her cheek against Jon’s shoulder.

Jon carried Cate down the steps to the sand, then over to the little tropical retreat he had created. “Now, don’t take the blindfold off yet,” he warned firmly as he lowered Cate to her feet and turned her to face the hammock.

“Okay,” Cate agreed. “But Jon… I’m not a patient girl,” she warned. “And you promised me you would be wearing this bandana.” Her husky voice held just a hint of a tease.

“I will, Baby… in a bit.” Jon dropped a soft kiss on her lips before stepping away. “Don’t peek yet…” he reminded her as he stepped over to the hammock.

Jon realized he still held the slightly crumpled hibiscus blossom in his hand. He chuckled softly to himself as an idea occurred to him. Jon quickly pushed his board shorts down over his hipbones, dropping them to the sand and kicking them aside. He sat carefully on the edge of the hammock then lay back, gripping the edges to steady himself as it swayed when he swung his legs up onto the soft canvas.

Jon carefully wiggled himself into a comfortable position, propping his head and neck up on one of the plump cushions at the end. Bending one knee and parting his legs invitingly, Jon grinned naughtily to himself as he arranged the hibiscus blossom over his semi-hard cock, partially covering it. Satisfied that the flower would stay put, Jon raised his hands to lace his fingers behind his head, being sure to flex his biceps. “Okay, Baby… you can look now.” he purred sexily, a seductive smile sneaking onto his lips.

Cate smiled and raised her hands to the back of her head, slowly working the knot loose. She pulled the bandana away from her eyes, then fluttered her lids open to focus on the sight before her. Her eyes widened as she took in the romantic scene and the devastatingly sexy man reclining naked on the gently swaying hammock. Her gaze locked on the orange blossom below his navel, and she first grinned, then started to laugh.

The sound of her laughter was music to Jon’s soul. His heart swelled at her beauty as she stood there smiling at him, the gentle night breeze rippling through her hair and stirring the white cotton of his shirt that hung loosely from her shoulders. Jon gave her a radiant smile and waggled his eyebrows at her. “So, Baby… wanna deflower me?” he purred suggestively.

Cate giggled at his invitation. “I think I might be able to help you with that,” she agreed, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She paused for a moment, then her voice softened. “Jon, this is beautiful. God, you’re beautiful.” She paused as she took a long moment to trace her eyes over his body, imprinting the vision in her mind for eternity.

“Nuh uh,” Jon replied. “You are.” He pulled his arms from behind his head and held them out at his sides, beckoning to Cate. “Care to join me?”

Cate nodded wordlessly and glided forward to the edge of the hammock. She grinned again as Jon shifted to open his legs further, inviting her to sit between his thighs. The movement made the hibiscus blossom slip sideways onto his hip, revealing his burgeoning erection. Cate giggled again and reached out to pluck the flower delicately from Jon’s hip, then she tucked it behind her ear. She gingerly sat on the edge of the hammock as Jon dangled one leg over the side.

Turning onto her hip and grabbing Jon’s waist, Cate unsteadily raised her legs onto the canvas, trying to maintain her balance as the hammock rocked while she scooted forward until her hip pressed against Jon’s crotch. With a sigh, she leaned forward and settled onto his chest, her ear over his heart and her lips brushing against the hard curve of his pec.

She wiggled her hands around Jon's sides, between the canvas and his back, to give him a little hug. “Oh, Jon…” she sighed. “This is Heaven. It’s like we’re on our own little Fantasy Island, and the rest of the world is miles away.”

“Yes, it is,” Jon agreed softly, relishing the feel of her warm body covering his. “Fantasy Island was definitely what I was going for.” He gave her a little smile as his hands slid up under the bottom of her shirt, caressing the warm, bare skin of her back before slipping down to cup her ass. His cock throbbed as Cate shifted against him, causing the hammock to sway slightly, turning her body so that she was laying on her stomach on top of him.

Cate’s hands slipped out from under Jon's back and up his sides to his chest as she raised her head to gaze into his sparkling indigo eyes. The desire Jon saw in her swirling sapphire pools took his breath away. “God, Cate…” Jon whispered hoarsely. “I love this. I love you.”

Cate’s eyes widened as her lips parted in surprise. She stared wordlessly at him for a moment, then blinked rapidly as her eyes sparkled with moisture. “Jon….” she replied huskily. “Sex isn’t love.” She took a deep breath, preparing herself for his response.

“Cate, this isn’t just sex,” Jon answered softly. “This is real. This is something I’ve never felt before. I… I was in love, Cate, for a long time. When that ended, I…” he trailed off, not able to find the words to explain.

Cate shook her head slightly, her eyes shining as a bittersweet smile stretched across her lips. “Jon… it is just sex,” she corrected him quietly. “It’s really amazing, romantic, beautiful sex, but in the end… that’s all it is. That’s what it has to be.”

She gazed at him for a moment more then looked away, turning her head and lowering her cheek onto his chest. “That’s all I can let it be,” she continued, just loud enough for Jon to hear. “It’s all I know how to do. I… I thought I was in love once, too." She paused and swallowed hard. "But turns out I wasn’t.”

Jon’s heart clenched at the resignation in her voice. He wrapped his arms around Cate’s waist and hugged her tight against his body. The question slipped from his lips before he could stop it. “Oh, Cate…. what did he do to you?” Jon whispered huskily. “What did he do to make you so afraid?”

5 comments:

  1. What a night!! Good question Jon, Cate what happened to you.

    Thanks for the chapter Cate.

    Merry Christmas!! please come back soon to give us more.

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  2. Oh my.....
    Calgon! Take me away!!!!

    Jon gets extra credit for the setting! Cate, give him a chance!

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  3. Well that scene is certainly going to inspire MY fantasies! LOL

    Jon's got some work ahead of him yet I see. Maybe once she tells him what happened he'll know how to fight it.

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  4. Wow to that whole fantasy playing out...hopefully she answers that question so we know why she acts like she does...guarded is one thing but man she's got walls around her walls...time for some crumbling I think!

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  5. wow - it took me 3 days but I read the whole thing and can I just say thank you, thank you for sharing this story with us. Its so detailed and frustrating. I want to strangle Cate for being so closed and reserved. There's something to be said about leaving the past in the past. Jon will only be willing to fight those demons for so long before he gives up - Cate don't force him to walk away he's not Kevin.

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