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Ron melted into the soft cushions of the lazy boy tucked in the corner. Next to him, a sliding glass doorway opened onto a private deck, and a warm ocean breeze blew in. He inhaled the scent of salty mist it carried. The crash of waves underneath the bungalow mixed with swishing sounds from the bathroom as hot water sprayed against naked skin. He closed his eyes. Jessica humming in the shower inspired a tingle in his chest and a grin on his face.
This was paradise. Or the closest he’d get to it. His cooperation in executing the first of Jessica’s nefarious schemes on the island shattered any hopes for eternity in Heaven. If such a place existed. The morning sun grazed the spot on the bed where Jessica had laid, her legs wide open, taking Brad’s mouth and cock in between them.
And I was her partner in crime, Ron thought.
Alice’s bigotry and shrill voice annoyed Ron, but she didn’t deserve Brad’s betrayal.
The shower cut off, but Jessica’s humming continued. Ron smirked as he listened. Was her bliss over her success at drawing another innocent into her web? Or from her many orgasms since arriving on the island? She slid the bathroom door open along its track and stood in the doorway, a plush towel wrapped around her wet, naked body.
“Good morning,” Ron said.
“Yes, it is.”
Ron’s heart rate picked up as she stepped into the room. The thought of her bare skin under the towel stirred him.
“I’ve been contemplating how to seduce Rayan into betraying that harpie.”
Ron chuckled.
“We planted the seeds. After all...”
She eyed Ron as she walked towards the open, sliding-glass doorway, tracing the top of the towel with her hand. Her thumb and fingers loosened its grip on her breasts, and it fell to the floor. Her hands reached for the doorframe, rested on the metal, and glided up their rails. Her back arched, and her firm abdomen stretched out into the morning air.
“...he got an eye full of this decadent body.”
Ron leaned on the arm of the chair and rested his chin in his palm. His eyes traced her naked form, now glowing in the sunlight. The tingling in his chest intensified, and his cock twitched in his pants.
“That he did. I think our neighbors are getting an eye full right now.”
Jessica’s head turned to the bungalow next door. Her hair danced with the wind, and her nipples stood erect under its caress. Tiny chill bumps rose on her bare ass.
“I’m planting all kinds of seeds.”
She turned and winked at Ron, walking back into their room.
“But Rayan will put up a fight. It’s going to require some creative bitch craft to get him to fall,” she said.
“I’ve never known you to shrink from a challenge.”
“It’s not fun if it’s easy.”
She walked to the edge of the bed, turned, and sat down in front of Ron. Her eyes simmered as they locked into his, and her fingers stroked the inside of her thigh.
“I love a challenge,” she said.
Her elbow behind her, she leaned back and spread her legs wide. They formed a perfect “V,” and her toes pointed like a gymnast.
“Imagine that dutiful, religious man caving under the building pressure of his desire. His hateful wife wondering where he could be.”
Her fingers slid across her skin towards her opening lips and parted them wider.
“Imagine him burying his married cock in this evil pussy.”
Ron’s heart pounded, and his prick begged to be free. Jessica closed her eyes and began circling her clit with her fingertips while he stared, mesmerized by it. The sunlight reflected on the beads of dew emerging from between her folds, and her lips fell open.
“Oh, god, yes.”
Her circles quickened. Ron slid off the chair onto his knees, bringing him closer. His mouth watered, and he swallowed hard. His chest and neck muscles tightened as he absorbed the radiant energy of her arousal.
But she stopped.
Her hand glided up her abdomen, between her breasts, and lifted to her mouth. She eye-fucked Ron as she placed the wet fingers between her lips, keeping her legs wide open to him. The vibrations of her cooing through her closed lips tickled his ears. She took her fingers out of her mouth, stuck them deep into her pussy, and then extended them to Ron.
“Here, Ron. Taste the evil truth.”
A thick coating of her juices drenched her fingers. Ron shivered as he took them into his mouth, tasting her.
“You know why I’m so wet. Evil excites me. And I’m planning to do evil things.”
Ron’s cock ached from the pressure and hunger brimming over inside of him, and his mouth clung to her as though he were dying of thirst.
“Yess. Look at Saint Ron. Bewitched by the wickedness. Suck them clean.”
Her words melted Ron, pulling him like gravity into her vortex of depravity. His body shifted forward as if he lost his balance, and he did her bidding, sucking her fingers until she removed them. She stroked his cheek, leaving a trail of his saliva on it.
“Glad to see you inspired, Ron. I’ll have more tasks for you soon.”
A pang of sadness broke through Ron’s trance. A familiar fear. That to her, he might be only a pawn in her game.
A knock came at the door.
Jessica rose and walked over to it. Ron’s eyes widened.
She has no fear, he thought.
Her silky skin and hourglass figured mesmerized him. The shift of her hips back and forth. Her brief stint doing runway modeling equipped her with a dangerous talent. An ability to turn heads just by walking. Before she opened the door, she turned and winked at Ron, laughing. Then she jerked the door open. A resort bellhop stood on the other side and clasped a hand over his mouth, eyes glancing at her bare breasts.
“Ma’am. I’m so sorry. I can come back.”
“Relax, Tattoo. I’m sure you’ve seen a naked woman before. What can I do you for?”
He stuttered.
“Well, um, we request your presence at the communal circle.”
“Just me? And will this outfit be suitable?”
Ron smirked, hearing the playfulness in her tone.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but no. You need to put some clothes on. And we request that both of you be there.”
Jessica left the door open and turned to walk back into the room, speaking over her shoulder.
“So, who else is going to be at this circle?”
The bellhop’s eyes clung to the floor.
“Everyone, ma’am.”
She whipped around and planted a hand on her hip. With the other, she gestured down her naked frame.
“And you don’t think I should wear this? It might be a real hit.”
He glanced over at Ron, puffing his cheeks and blowing through pursed lips.
Poor little guy, Ron thought. He’s about to have a heart attack.
“I guess I’ll cover up. What time are we expected?”
“In an hour, ma’am.”
“Ok, Scaredy Smurf. We’ll be there! Toodles!”
She waved at him and winked.
He stepped away, stopped, and looked back. With a pained grin, he reached for the doorknob and pulled it shut. Jessica looked down at her breasts and placed her hands on them.
“So, we are going to a communal circle with all the other couples.”
Her fingers moved in circles, teasing her nipples.
“I can see your devil horns from here.”
“You mean these?”
Jessica pointed at her nipples and laughed.
“Ron, darling, in an hour, everyone will see them.”
