Chapter 12 - [12] Honey moon

The next few months passed by in a blur. Life with Vanessa was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. We traveled frequently—Bahamas, Maldives, private jets, five-star resorts, and once, even to her private island. It was surreal, like I'd stepped into a completely different world, one where wealth and luxury were as natural to her as breathing. And in the middle of it all was me—still trying to wrap my head around how I had gone from being her assistant to... whatever this was.Today, we were on her private island, far away from the rest of the world. The sun was high, the water crystal clear, and the beach was empty except for the two of us. Vanessa, in her usual effortless style, had made sure everything was taken care of. There were no interruptions, no business calls, no one else around—just us.She was lounging on a towel spread out on the soft sand, wearing a tiny red bikini that left little to the imagination. I was already blushing just being near her, feeling out of place in this perfect setting. But Vanessa, as always, was completely at ease. She had that calm, confident energy, like nothing could touch her."Tristan," she called out, her voice smooth and a little playful.I looked over from where I was standing under the shade of a palm tree, trying to keep cool. "Yeah?"Vanessa rolled over slightly on the towel, her back facing up, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she reached behind her and unclasped her bikini top, letting it fall to the side. My heart immediately jumped into my throat."Come here," she said, not even looking back at me as she lay there, her bare back exposed to the sun. "I need you to apply lotion onto my back."I blinked, my mouth going dry. "You... what?"Vanessa chuckled softly, her tone teasing. "Don't be shy, Tristan. It's not the first time you've touched me, is it?"I swallowed hard, my face heating up as I walked over to her. "I, uh... yeah, okay." My nerves were already frayed, and her casual attitude only made it worse. She was always so in control, so sure of herself, and I... well, I still felt like I was stumbling through this relationship, trying to keep up.When I reached her, she held out the bottle of sunscreen, still lying face down on the towel. I hesitated for a moment, the sight of her bare back and the knowledge that she was topless making my mind race. But I knew better than to refuse her, so I took the bottle and squeezed some lotion into my hands.My hands trembled slightly as I knelt down beside her and started to gently apply the sunscreen to her back. Her skin was warm from the sun, soft and smooth beneath my fingers. I tried to keep my movements steady, but the closeness, the intimacy of the moment, was making it hard to focus.Vanessa let out a soft sigh as I worked the lotion into her skin, her body relaxing under my touch. "Mmm... that's nice," she murmured, her voice low and content. "You have such gentle hands."I blushed even harder, my face probably beet red by now. "I'm just, uh, trying to make sure I don't miss any spots," I said, my voice awkward and shaky.She chuckled again, that same playful tone. "You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?"My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed hard. "I... I'm not nervous," I lied, my voice betraying me.Vanessa turned her head slightly, glancing back at me with a smirk. "Liar. I can feel it in the way you're touching me."I froze for a second, unsure how to respond. She always had this way of getting under my skin, of knowing exactly how to make me feel vulnerable, and I never quite knew how to handle it.She shifted slightly, adjusting her position on the towel. "You can go a little harder, you know," she said, her tone still light. "I won't break."I nodded, feeling a little ridiculous as I continued applying the lotion. My hands moved a bit more confidently now, massaging the sunscreen into her shoulders, her lower back, all the way down to the edge of her bikini bottoms. Each movement made my heart race faster, but I tried to focus on the task, not the fact that she was practically naked in front of me.Vanessa sighed again, her body completely relaxed. "You're getting better at this," she said softly. "Maybe I should have you do this more often."I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing heart. "I... I guess I could."She turned her head again, her lips curving into that familiar, teasing smile. "You're so obedient, Tristan. It's one of the things I like about you."I blushed even more, not knowing what to say. She had a way of turning everything into a game, into a test of how far I was willing to go for her. And the truth was, I was in too deep now to pull back. I was wrapped up in her world, her power, and the intoxicating feeling of being close to her.Vanessa finally pushed herself up slightly on her elbows, glancing back at me with a satisfied smile. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You did well."I sat back, letting out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "Thanks," I muttered, feeling the heat still lingering on my face.Vanessa rolled over onto her back, carefully adjusting the towel to cover herself before she looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with that same mischievous glint. "You're blushing again," she teased.I rubbed the back of my neck, embarrassed. "I... I just didn't expect this."She laughed softly, reaching out to gently brush her fingers along my arm. "You'll get used to it," she said, her voice low and soothing. "We have all the time in the world, Tristan. There's no need to rush."I nodded, feeling both overwhelmed and oddly content at the same time. Being with Vanessa was like standing on the edge of something unknown—exciting, terrifying, and impossible to resist.As she laid back, completely relaxed, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. This was Vanessa's world, and I was just along for the ride.Q: Where would you want to go for your honey moon?