Page 19 of 14 Night Tryst

The drive to the ferry station is less than ten minutes, but with the infamous Istanbul traffic—especially at night—it takes twice as long to get anywhere. During the drive Savi looks out the window, a warm smile on her face while she watches the city flow by. I can happily sit here and watch her tirelessly for what’s left of my life and die a very contented man.

The driver has the radio playing in the background and a familiar song starts to play. David Grays ‘This Years Love’ filters melodically through the speakers.

Savi sensing me watching her turns to look at me, catching me amid a trance. Her rosy lips curl into a affectionate smile that lights up her golden eyes. “What?” she says all dewy-eyed and I smile, taking her hand into mine I press a lingering kiss to the inside of her wrist and feel her pulse quicken under my lips.

I don’t know if it’s the lyrics of the song playing or what, but I feel a penetrating sense of sentiment spread across my chest adding to that already hefty weight, making it almost unbearable.

Our eyes linger on one another’s while the car comes to a stop and the driver steps out and opens the door for Savi which coerces her gaze away from mine.

Christ, I’m bursting at the seams to pull her to me and kiss her.

The ferry is due to leave any minute, so we need to hurry and get on board before we miss it and have to wait another forty minutes for the next one. Even at night the ferry is crowded with locals travelling back to their homes on the European side after a long day at work.

Thankfully the line moves quite swiftly, and we make it on board in time. We move through the ferry toward the back and all eyes follow her as she walks through. This ferry has three floors, so I gesture for her to go up to the top deck. “Shall we sit?” I ask. Savi shakes her head and moves toward the back overlooking the water as the boat starts to leave the port. The sun is slowly starting to set, and the sky is stunning hues of reds, oranges and purple. Seagulls fly and mew around the ferry waiting for the passengers to feed them.

I step behind Savi, placing my hands on either side of the railings. “You look thoughtful, Wildfire.” I murmur into her ear, and she smiles, her eyes closing briefly.

“I’m not, I’m just savoring the beauty of this moment.” She sighs contented, turning her head to the side and looking up at me. “Thank you for bringing me out here.”

She traps me in her gaze, I stare down into her eyes and lift my hand to caress her soft cheek. “Thank you for agreeing to accompany me. But the trip is only just beginning Wildfire, this is just a small taster, after the dinner tomorrow I’m going to give you a real taste of Istanbul.”

What she doesn’t know is that I have a surprise trip to another location in Turkey planned for the day after tomorrow.

“I look forward to it.” She whispers, curling her fingers around my nape and pulling my lips to hers for a slow and passionate kiss. When the kiss deepens with no intention on either of our parts to stop, Savi twists until she’s facing me. Our tongues twine languidly as I press her up against the metal barrier of the ferry and she circles her arms around my neck, drawing me flush up against her with a needy moan.

The taste of her kiss leaves me drowning in desire.

When we finally pull apart, we are breathless and panting to fill our lungs with much needed oxygen. I was going to wait until we get to the restaurant but her in that dress and that kiss has me impatient. “Turn around.” On my instruction Savi slowly turns to face the water again and I pull out my cellphone from my pocket and fire up the app for the toy inside her.

I select the egg and activate the vibration setting to the lowest setting. Savi jumps startled, not expecting the toy to start vibrating against her g-spot. A surprised gasp emits from her, and she grips the barrier in front of her with both hands. “Whoa.” she chuckles.

“Is that a good whoa?” I probe and grin when she nods. I give her a minute to adjust before I turn the dial up to the next level. I’ll make a mess of her before she even makes it to the restaurant. Savi moans and the tremors travel though her back and across my chest. “How’s that feel?”

“So good.” She laments, resting her head back against my shoulder and wetting her lips. I nip at her ear and resist the urge to moan myself when she rocks her hips, and her peachy ass rubs against my crotch. A low whimper comes from her, and her knees buckle when I activate the clit suction. My arm tightens around her, keeping her against me in fear she will crumble. “Oh s-shit, Logan.” Her body quivers helplessly against me. “There are people around. What if they see?”

“Let them,” I murmur in her ear. “Let them all see what an exquisite sight you are when you’re ready and raring to be fucked.” I activate the thrusting function and the egg starts to move back and forth stimulating her g-spot. The way her body shudders, her breath hitches and her hands fist the barriers until her knuckles turn white stirs the unruly beast inside of me who is ready to strip her bare and take her right here and now.

“Oh God.”

“No coming without my permission. Got it?”

Note to self.

Don’t defy Logan Peirce unless you’re wholly ready to take on the ramifications. When he said before that bad girls get punished and denied I didn’t think much of it. I should have. What’s the worse he can do, spank me? I was ready for that, welcoming it even. What I wasn’t prepared for was the gravity of the punishment and the extent of his patience. My body has never experienced such sweet and agonizing torture before. The entire twenty-minute ferry ride to the Asian side of the city Logan used the toy inside me to slowly bring me to the cusp of orgasm and then stop.

My temples are throbbing right along with the built-up pressure between my legs. I’m on edge, I want to scream, beg and weep for him to let me come but the man has an abundance of control and he’s determined to slowly drive me into the arms of insanity just to make me pay for my disobedience.

As the ferry pulls up to the station the toy inside me stills, only a gentle hum of vibration remains on my g-spot, not enough pressure to make me cum, but just enough to keep me right on that sweet edge.

My clit is screaming.

I’ll get him back for this.

Thankfully once the sun set, the outside area cleared with only a handful of people standing around, smoking and conversing in Turkish. I’m truly hoping that bystanders will take my legs shaking as me being cold and not sexually tormented. Though my face is flushed with a sheen of sweat and I’m certain my make-up is ruined.

“You want to come so fucking bad don’t you, baby?” Logan groans into my ear. The feel of his soft lips and the gruff tone of his voice makes my already sensitive clit pulse.

“Mhm,” I sigh, rocking my hips subtly hoping to get just enough friction from the toy against my clit that I ‘unintentionally’ go over.

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