Chapter 4 Four

KIKI'S POV

I love Mondays.

They usually signal the start of the week, a fresh beginning. Back to the routine of living life. I'm away on an island with a man I met online. He is super rich and Loud. At first, I thought he was all talk until he sent me five designer bags, shoes, wads of cash, and a bouquet just to appreciate my beauty. All that proved he meant business. I remembered him hyping his sexual capacity in beds and I was overly excited because that means he was everything I wanted in a man; He's RICH, WELL BUILT, and A SEX DEMON. I could remember picturing if he would be into this fifty shades of Gray shit.

He was rich, and that's what rich people are into I guess.

Although, the idea of a blindfold, of cold, supple leather dragging tauntingly over pebbled skin... Maybe my arms trussed over my head while he does things to my body I've never even imagined before.

But, I wanted to try. I was open to exploring new things.

I could imagine a hot, wet tongue, dragging, teasing, a sensuous path up my calf, to my inner thigh, before burying itself between my legs. Flicking over my opening, enveloping my clit, and bringing me to the edge of insanity.

But to my utter disappointment, he was only one of those things I listed. Which was; he just had mad funds, his six packs were edited on his pictures and he wasn't a sex demon. I had confirmed it the previous night during our rather brief sex. He didn't even want to role-play or anything.

He freaking stuck his dick in and for five minutes he had cum. I sat on the bed in utter shock as I watched his sweaty body try to catch his breath. And he dared to ask if I cummed too.

I was this close to insulting him or slapping my senses back into him.

I presumed he expected me to jump on him thanking him for making me orgasm which he obviously did not.

Staring at where he slept for a few minutes, I heaved a breath and laid back on the bed. I didn't know where he left and I wasn't bothered about it.

I was happy to be alone and I didn't enjoy his endless talks about nothing in particular.

I spread my thighs and reach between them. A couple of fingers stroke through the slick folds of flesh at my centre igniting my almost-lost desire.

My clit was swollen with a need that even just the faintest scrape of my thumb over it had me trembling. I reached for my bag and brought out my vibrator, pressed my eyes shut and clicked the vibrator onto a low, and glided the thick silicone tip across my dripping slit. Letting it linger on the bundle of nerves that twitches and pulses beneath it with need.

The device had a couple of prongs on the side that nudged through my folds to massage my clit. I press the button to increase the strength of the vibrations and my back arches, my eyes squeezing shut as I savour the oscillating pressure rumbling inside me.

I should've bought one of these things a long time ago. So much better than my fingers.

I gave my left nipple a hard pinch, relishing the sting and then the release that follows, then rubbing my thumb in circles over it so the pleasure courses down to settle between my legs. I didn't last very long at all. The sensations are too much, everything rises quickly and steadily, up and up until it all crashes, so sharply and brutally. I come with a strangled cry that I stifle into my palm.

My body clenches and ripples around the vibrator's thrumming length until the bliss settles and I was left panting and sweating. My high quickly faded away. I fumble with the button, turning it off and pulling the device out of me, mildly ashamed as I fall back to earth and sink into the mattress beneath me.

God, I was so pathetic.

I stowed the toy away and took a quick shower leaving the bathroom. I smiled loving the way my body felt so relaxed. I needed to get the hell out of here back home, his money wasn't enough to keep me tied to his back. I packed my luggage and got dressed as I kept it close to the wardrobe. I booked my flight which was scheduled for an hour later.

I couldn't pretend that my sex life has been anything adventurous before. My ex, Luke, and I were pretty high. I would give his sex B average. He was nice...I didn't have enough time to dedicate to our relationship and whatever he could give me wasn't enough. He complained that I was always bugging him for material things, so we split months back.

Was it evil for me to say I was kind of relieved? At least nothing was holding me back from exploring the world and my desires.

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I was sitting on an expensive, comfortable cotton couch on the balcony of the skyscraper hotel he lodged. A cold breeze hit my face as I closed my eyes taking it all in, then a voice brought me back to reality.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked

"I was never mad at you, why did you assume so?" I asked, sitting up as I looked straight into his eyes, not breaking my cold stare.

"You gave me the impression that I did not please you the way you wanted, I enjoyed the sex and would want to keep you by my side forever. I want you to be my wife." After he uttered the rubbish he just said, I had to control myself from not bursting into laughter.

I couldn't believe he had such thoughts about me. Not even in my wildest dream would I stay with a man like him.

Also, I believed no girl would be loyal to him, the most important thing in a relationship was intimacy.

If it wasn't worked on, that relationship or marriage would crash.

"Ooh really?" I decided to play along.

"Yes, babe. To make it up to you I went down the street and found a nice boutique. I got this for you." He handed me a shopping bag and my frown swiftly turned into a smile.

"It's so beautiful," I said and I dashed to the floor-length mirror, and draped the dress on my body whilst I pictured myself in it.

"I knew you would love it. Why don't-" Before he could complete his statement, his phone rang and he excused himself walking out to take his call on the balcony.

I glanced over at my packed luggage, I was not ready to get married and would never do so because of money.

I believe marriage to him would make me remain sad forever. His money and comfort weren't enough to make me spend even an extra minute in his presence.

He walked in and was surprised to see me gripping the handle of my luggage. "Babe, what's going on? Why is your luggage still packed?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't pretend anymore. I'm going back home and I hope you find the girl that would be able to love you. I'm so sorry." I said over again and walked out of the room ignoring his pleas.

My bank account was loaded from the money he sent the night before and I had a lot of designers yet to be worn as he took me shopping as well.

Guess I didn't lose anything coming to see him.

I needed to go back home to rest my head and hopefully, my Mr right package would slide through my door soon.