Destined | 18+

Part 39 - Pussy Tight, Pussy Fresh

Isla's POV

Doing everything with Roman was pure joy. This wasn't a vacation, this was bliss. I really rested and truly enjoyed myself. I loved to swim and tan and be all sandy and having the love of my life beside me was like some sort of lottery win.

Roman was rich as fuck and had obviously enjoyed everything that comes with it. While at this point, I was rich as well, I had never lived that kind of lifestyle. I wondered how my parents managed to live such a normal life considering what was attainable to them.

I'd never been on a private jet or a yacht before, but for Roman, this was like a regular afternoon. Servants, chefs, drivers, security; anything he wanted, he had.

It was my birthday and he woke me up with his tongue between my legs which I wasn't going to fucking complain about. After a mind blowing orgasm and sex that made my entire body shake, breakfast in bed was served and Roman presented me with a gift.

I hadn't actually celebrated my birthday the last few years just because I was so depressed but clearly, Roman was determined to make this one memorable. I opened the jewelry box that he gave me and inside was a necklace with the word 'Angel' encrusted in diamonds.

It sparkled so bright that I had to squint my eyes. I looked at it in my hands and felt anxiety explode in my chest. This was too much. I've never had a diamond before and sure, Roman had lots of money, but a diamond necklace?!

At the same time, I knew in my head and heart that our love was special. Not only because of the way it came about and the way we were connected but also because I could never imagine myself with anyone else ever again in my life.

I thanked him and climbed over to plant a big kiss on his lips. We stayed silent, just gazing into each other's eyes and the pain of the past three months seemed to just vanish.

The hot sun and salty water cleansed all my wounds and looking into his deep blue eyes healed my soul.

We spent the day exploring the island a bit more and in the evening after dinner, we came back inside into the air conditioned beautiful house. I was both exhausted from the sun and the day but Roman came up to me and whispered in my ear,

"Will you be my good girl tonight?"

Fuck yes. Anytime and anywhere, I would get down on my knees for him. He walked me into the bedroom, his hands on my back and his tongue in my mouth but as soon as my back hit the bed, I felt something beneath it.

I reached back and took an envelope from behind me, both of us pausing our actions and just staring at it. Apprehensively, I opened it and reached in for the contents but Roman immediately took it out of my hands.

He took out a series of papers and roamed his eyes over them but I was already on my feet on the bed and looking down at them too.

There, I saw photographs and then it washed over me that it was photos of me.

"Is that me?!" I loudly asked and ripped them out of his hands. Indeed, these photos were from the last few days. Me standing on the yacht, topless. Me leaning over Roman for a kiss on the beach, the photo taken from behind so my butt cheeks were prominent. The third one was of me lying down on the yacht with Roman beside me. One of my legs was bent and right there in between my legs were the words written in red pen: pussy tight.

The other photos had something written in the same spots as well. The one of me topless said pussy pretty right in between my legs and the one of me bending to kiss Roman said pussy fresh right on my ass.

I felt like my whole body stopped working. I tried to calm my breath but noticed that my hands were shaking.

"What the fuck is this?" I breathed out, scared to death. I recognized these as lyrics from a song but while Roman carefully looked these over I noticed he had one more picture in his hands.