He ate the moan that escaped me and answered a moan of his own. My hands left his biceps to hold the back of his neck in an effort to hold on. He gave my bottom lip one last bite before pulling away just slightly to look into my eyes. His pupils have taken over his irises, making only a tiny ring of green.

  "I am more than happy to continue this. But are you okay with this?" His words had a slight growl at the end of them, making me shiver. The knowing smirk made my cheeks flush.

  "Yes."

  It was all he needed. He devoured my mouth once more; this time he was not holding back. The hand resting tightly against my lower back traveled down and grasped my ass grinding his hardening erection against me.

  He released my mouth slightly to get a breather. He laid me down before covering my body with his, never letting go of my lips. Like how someone would to the last of their prized possessions. He let go of my lips to trail them down my jaw, to my neck, then to suck on my collarbone. The pain from the harsh suck made me instinctively arch against him as my head flew back against the cushion.

  He looked into my eyes once more like he was searching for something. He must have found what he was looking for because he started to make a move to lift the shirt off my body to expose me further to him. He couldn't stop staring at me when I was completely bare from the waist up to him.

  "My God. You are gorgeous." Was the only thing he managed to say before descending on my hardened nipple while his hands gave attention to the other. My back arched at the fast movement. When his tongue swirled my nipple flickering it before sucking it, my hands immediately found purchase in his hair, causing him to groan.

  His other hand made its way down to push the pants down my hips, but when he couldn't get it past my ass, he abandoned my chest to use both hands to expose the rest of my body. When I was completely naked, he didn't wait for a second before trailing his lips down my stomach. Then when he got to my mound, he paused to lift my thighs so they rested on his shoulders.

  "You are a goddess," he whispered before licking a stripe from my ass to my clit. My hands found their way again into his hair, forcing him to groan and bury his tongue as deep as he could go inside me.

  "Fuck!" I cried out, and my back arched. He used one of his thumbs to run continuous circles into my clit as his other hand dug into my thighs to hold me as close as he could to his mouth. His tongue felt endless inside me as it pressed against my walls, lapping my slick. I know this just started, but he was going to make me cum way too fast.

  "You taste so fucking sweet." He groaned against my core. The hand grasping my thigh hard abandoned it to take its place inside me. He pulled back to watch his fingers fuck me. "Look at that, my sweet, my water lily, taking two of my fingers off the bat." The smirk on his face should be illegal.

  My walls clenched hard on him when he curled his fingers and pressed suddenly yet firmly into my G-spot. This was the first time a man had ever touched me there; I'd only ever used those curved dildos to hit that spot since it was awkward doing it with my fingers.

  "That's a good girl," he groaned out. "So fucking tight when you clench me like that. I can't wait for you to clench around my cock. Like you can't help but milk my cum from me. Would you like that sweet girl? Me filling you up with my cum?"

  "Fuck!" I cried out again.

  He chuckled, "That is not an answer. Come on, sweet girl, what do you say? Would you like me to fill you up with my cum? Because fuck is not an answer."

  "Yes!" I screamed as he kept pistoling his fingers against that spongy area as his other thumb continued its steady circles on my clit. I can feel myself getting closer to an orgasm of a kind a man has never given me before.

  Movement caught my eye, and looking up, I noticed glowing eyes staring at me from the window. One of my hands abandoned his hair and used it to prop myself slightly to get a better look. "W-wait! I think something... something is watching us."

  Hemming looked over the shoulder at the window. He scoffed before pushing my body so I was lying flat back against the couch again and pushed the bottom half of my body up so that way the only contact it had with the sofa was my shoulder blades as my knees were practically digging into my chest.

  "Let him look," he said before using his tongue to suck on my clit and the fingers that were pistoling inside of me went faster than before. I couldn't help the cry that escaped me as I stared into the glowing eyes watching us.

  What the fuck is wrong with him? What is staring at us?

  "Stop!" I let out, trying to push his head away, but he wouldn't budge. I tried bucking him off, but the position he had me in was impossible to move any further up. He was going to make me come while something else stared.

  I didn't want to come, but I didn't think I had a choice here because I was way too close to the edge, and he was not stopping.

  "No!" I whined out, my pushing getting weaker against him because nothing I was doing was stopping him. His eyes met mine, and it was like he was staring into my soul.

  "That's a good girl," Hemming said. "Come for me. Come for us." I could feel the desire in the pit of my stomach spring back as I felt myself starting to clench harder on him.

  I could hear the scream coming out of my depths before I even recognized it was coming from me as I exploded over him. Hemming switched positions as he buried his tongue deep inside of me to feel me clench around him as his thumb returned to rubbing endless circles on my clit. But if I thought he would stop after I came, I was mistaken because he doubled down, rubbing his tongue again over my quivering walls while his thumb put more pressure on my clit.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck"... was a litany I couldn't stop mumbling, causing him to chuckle, the vibrations compelling me to cry out and forget all about the eyes staring at us.

  "Is that all you can say? Why don't you say my name, lily pad."

  It took me a second to register what he said, then it took me a second more to remember his name, but by the time I did remember his name, I was coming again.

  "Fu-- Hem!"

  "That's not my name," he growled, "let's try again. In case you can't remember, it's Hemming, sweetheart." He said before attaching his lips to my clit again.

  "Stop," I exclaimed. "I can't do another." I sobbed, trying again to push him off even though I knew I couldn't.

  "But you didn't say my name." He gave one of my inner thighs a hard bite. "That was the deal."

  "Please?" The full body tremors practically made my teeth chatter.

  "One more time. Come for me one more time. You can do it; I know you can." His eyes still bore into mine as he gave my clit leisurely licks. But I was so sensitive it hurt every time he tongue touched my clit and my thighs shook like his tongue had a direct link to the nerves in my legs. But besides the pain, I can feel myself climbing once more as desire began to pool.

  "H- Hemming!"

  "That's it." His fingers curled, putting more pressure on my G-spot than he had. "That's a good girl. That is who is fucking you right now. That is who is making you come. Again!"

  "Hemming!"

  "More," he growled.

  His name became my new litany as his name started to come closer and closer together like a singular word that I would have to gasp for breath in between before screaming his name when I finally came. He switched positions again to lap up my release as his thumb pressed down on my clit, keeping me in my release.

  I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew, he was leaning over me, looking me straight into my closed, now opened eyes. His irises were utterly gone at this point, leaving only pupils. His thrusting into me alerted me to the fact that he was already balls deep but was still wearing all of his clothes. I was still completely naked.

  "There you are," he groaned out. "I was beginning to worry."

  Was he beginning to worry? I feel like he was not concerned at all.

  "Seems that I overworked you, but I couldn't stop myself; I had to feel you clenching around my cock. Then I couldn't stop once I came. I remember you begging me to fill your pretty pussy up. How can I deny my sweet girl?" His sentences were short as he groaned in between them. He paused to grind his hips into mine so the head of his thick cock rubbed against my cervix. "So I waited until you woke up to continue." He then reached down between us, giving my clit a singular rub before sticking his finger in me alongside him. I whined out in protest from the feeling of being wholly stretched. He curled before removing his finger and showed our combined releases making me stutter as he confirmed he did, in fact, cum inside of me while I was unconscious. He licked it off his finger before kissing me thoroughly.

  The combined taste of us exploded on my tongue as he no longer held back, thrusting into me harder and harder, making sure to grind against my clit every so many thrust.

  Then, he grabbed me by my hips, angling me so his cock would rub along the top of my wall like he was trying to find the right area before he did, slamming into my g-spot.

  "Fuck!" I exclaimed, one hand abandoning him as it moved up to grab onto the couch to station myself more. The other gripped his hair harshly.

  "Again, that is not my name." He forced out of clenched teeth. "You know better." He ground against me harder.

  "Hemming!" I screech out, eyes slamming shut.

  "That's it," his grinding softened, "good girl. Such a good girl."

  He started fucking me with abandon, and I was so sensitive; I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was going to explode, and judging by what he was doing, I probably was.

  "Are you going to come for me, my water lily? Come on, give me what I need. Clench that beautiful pussy around my cock. Let me feel you cum, pretty girl."

  I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. Not that I no longer wanted to. However, when I exploded around him, this time fluid gushed from me, wetting my thighs, and I could feel a trail travel up my butt and back. I can see some of it from where we are connected make its way up my mound, to my stomach, to finally settle in the crease where my breasts are. I couldn't help the scream of frustration as I couldn't arch my back or move anyway. He stopped thrusting to settle deep inside me, groaning.

  "Look at that," he panted. "I knew if I tried hard enough, I would get to see you gush." I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me as I continued to contract around him. "I'm sorry, pretty girl, I can't hold back any longer." He said before pistol and inside of me. This time, he wasn't trying to reach any spot inside of me. His thrusts were sloppy because he was chasing his pleasure now.

  A strained sound escaped his throat as his thrusts stuttered before he buried himself deep inside me. I whimpered as I felt his cum fill me.

  "Fuck, Liliana. You are everything I thought you would be." He rearranged us so he was lying on the couch, and I was lying on top of him. He lazily grabbed the throw blanket on top of the sofa, ensuring I was completely covered by it. He tucked my head under his chin and held me tightly to him. My body was still shaking from the intense orgasms that he had gifted me.

  What the fuck just happened?

  five

  He must have moved me in the middle of the night because he was no longer underneath me, and I was still naked under the blanket on the couch. The sunlight hitting the window was bright on my face, and I had to cover my eyes what the back of my hand.

  He said there was a village nearby, but I need to check. I need to leave. Using the blanket as a covering, I return to my designated room to get dressed.

  I was dressed in another T-shirt that he had left for me. This T-shirt was so oversized this time that I was swimming inside it, which is ironic because I am not tiny. Whose shirt is this? Hemming is big but not this big. Whatever, I don't care to find out whose this is, if they're that big.

  What are you doing for shoes?

  Making up my mind to go barefoot, I take one last look in the room before heading out. I noticed he wasn't around, which made me sigh in relief. At least I didn't have to make an excuse for me leaving.

  At least it was a beautiful day out. But what did I expect being on an island? So I decided the best route was to walk the path because it has to lead somewhere.

  … Right?

  It practically took me no time at all to get there. Hemming may have more red flags than your average serial killer, but at least he wasn't lying to me. The village was small but like a tourist attraction, filled with shops that were more full of souvenirs than anything else.

  I entered the first store I crossed, my steps turning more cautious once I realized how empty it was. It feels like I shouldn't even be here, like it was forbidden. But why? The whole village is for tourists, and technically I am one. I mean, I am a tourist against my own will, but a tourist nonetheless.

  It wasn't much of a store, only a few racks of clothing full of dresses and novelty t-shirts. I walk up to the counter at the back of the store, and seeing a tiny bell, I tap on it.

  The bell chime alerted whoever was in the back that a customer was in the front because I could hear rustling behind the curtain. They peek an eye in the crack between the two pieces of fabric before settling behind the curtains again.

  I ring the bell again. This time, they threw the curtains open with a huff revealing a middle-aged woman with short black hair that curled around her ears wearing an old T-shirt before harshly grabbing the bell and taking it to the back with them.

  "What the fuck?!" I yelled at her, but she didn't make a reappearance.

  Well then…

  If this woman was going to be a bitch, I guess I would just have to find help elsewhere. With anger widening my stride, I marched out of the store, slamming the door behind me. I didn't even stop to decide which shop to try next; I just opened the door to the shop sharing the building.

  This one was a convenience store, with aisles filled with junk food, and on the back wall, it was full of cold drinks. I quickly moved to the counter that had a glass wall with a slit at the bottom to protect the cashier from anyone unsavory. But there was no one standing there, so I put my face next to the glass to see if they were sitting on the floor. No one was here.

  "Hello?" I moved closer to the little window in the glass panel. Then, bellowing into the window, I called out again. "Hello! Anyone here?"

  But no one answered me.

  Huh… maybe they're on a break? But wouldn't there be a sign of letting customers know they would be back after a specific time?

  Whatever. I guess the next store it is.

  As I turned around to move back into the village, someone else opened the door, and I could feel the tension in my shoulders drop at finally seeing another living person.

  Thank goodness.

  "Hi! Do you have a second?" I asked, rubbing my hand at my arm to give myself something to do.

  But it was almost as if they were looking through me; they didn't answer my question or even acknowledge my presence.

  "Hi! How can I help you?" A man asked from behind, startling me. I twirled around to face him. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair and prominent smile lines showing that he had a full life.

  "There you are!" I gasp. "I need help. Can you tell me where I am?"

  "Hi, yes, I need a pack of cigarettes, Marble Red." The newcomer said, shoving me to the side.

  "Hey man, what the fuck!" I yelled out as I caught myself on a nearby shelf.

  The shop owner didn't even blink an eye at my mistreatment. He just turned around and grabbed this man's cigarettes.

  "You guys are fucking assholes. Everyone is in this fucking village. What is wrong with all of you?" I yell out. But again, they ignore me. It wasn't my brightest moment, but I took the nearest item to me, which so happened to be a honey bun, and threw it at the customer's head.

  "Oh! This too!" The guy said as he picked up the honey bun I threw. I don't know if they don't like new people or maybe they're just sexist or possibly xenophobic, but something is not right but these people. So where the fuck did I end up? Hemming said he found me on the beach. What beach?

  I have no other option but to go back to the house, to Hemming. Don't I?

  Fuck me.

  My intrusive thought couldn't help but reply: Hemming already did.

  six

  On the way back to the house, since I was still barefoot, I watched the path under my feet closely to ensure I didn't step on anything when a noise to my left caught my attention. I couldn't see through the foliage, but it seemed to rustle the leaves of a nearby bush clumsily. I don't know what lives on this island, but I won't find out, especially if it's something that wants to eat me or fight me for territory. But I know better than to run from something that could be a potential predator. So as my eyes were trained in the direction of the noise, I made sure to walk slowly away backward, still on the path back to the house.