Marq growled again, grasping her waist, and Honor shuddered as he sharply pulled out, feeling his cum spattering on her bum, remaining bent over to catch her breath, hearing his own harsh breathing behind her.
She finally let go of the railings and straightened up, smiling as he roughly pulled her up against him, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts as she arched invitingly, hissing and shuddering in reaction as he ran his fingers over each still pointing brown tip.
She had been naked for two days, Honor realized when Marq led her out to the balcony. That is, if one ignored the different breast and body jewellery sets Marq had apparently found the time to get for her.
It was warm but breezy at sixteen floors up, and goosepimples had risen on her skin, her already swollen and pointing nipples tingling as she stepped out under the late evening sky.
He noticed, as he always did, and she had been made warm quite soon enough.
She wondered, not for the first time, at his practice of coming on her body. Since she had woken up, he had come on her breasts, on her belly, and now, she could feel the slimy warmth of his semen on the swells of her butt, sticking beween them.
It disturbed her that she had enjoyed it, a lot, like now, each time. But only a little.
He had only come inside her twice that day. And the first time was in her mouth that morning.
She had enjoyed that immensely too.
She suspected sensible, disciplined Honor Banet might have considered a man repeatedly releasing his semen on her body degrading, like a dog marking his territory. But the Honor that was Marq Haydn's odalisque only felt an almost addictive surge of pride and joy every time she made him come, inside her or on her skin.
Two days, she thought again, wonderingly; two days of constant sexual attention, of being kissed, eaten, fondled, licked, fingered and fucked. Two days of having every part of her being relentlessly explored and used.
She felt her face heat up; she had been nothing if not an eager participant, reciprocating with equal enthusiasm.
She turned her head, puckering her lips in invitation. He took them with his, grasping her harder against him as he roughly kneaded her breasts.
She enjoyed that too, being naked and fondled out in the open air, all sense of modesty and propriety set aside.
Then one hand left her boobs, trailing its way down her belly. His fingers met no resistance as they went between her legs, making her shudder and break the kiss with a sharp intake of breath as he easily found what he was looking for, swollen and peeking eagerly out of its hood.
Honor grasped the railings again, spreading her thighs wider for him, another quiet gasp escaping her parted lips as his questing fingers slid into her pussy. She came quickly, and noisily, liquid gushing out of her as she shook and spasmed in his arms, knees going weak. He held her tight, holding her up as she rode her orgasm to its end.
She spun around to kiss him before she had fully caught her breath, pressing her body hard against him as she threw her arms around his neck, giggling as his hands grasped her butt.
It took a while before she got her fill of that.
"We'll be launching the prototype fairly soon," Marq said.
"Is that where you're going next?" Honor asked. She felt a sudden sense of disquiet as the words left her mouth; where he was going next, after Bangkok, was none of her business, she had told herself firmly. To no avail.
She was still naked, as was he, and they were still on the balcony. And she was lying back against him on the chaise lounge, legs obligingly spread wide open, exposing herself, letting him touch and caress her. His hands never stopped moving. His fingers trailed over her breasts, cupping them and teasing each erect nipple before going over the swell of her belly, and then lower still, making her shudder on top of him.
She had at first thought he was humoring her, but she had soon become convinced that he was genuinely interested in her views, even as he continued to insatiably explore and play with her body like a favorite toy. At any other time, having a conversation under the circumstances would have struck her as beyond strange, but, like his 'renegotiation' of their deal, Marq Haydn was clearly not of the opinion that sex precluded talking about anything and nothing.
Even topics as far afield and alien as nuclear and geothermal energy, even if he had to briefly recap the latest developments in the science and engineering to her.
Like the one square kilometer artificial island named Solar Isle that he was talking about, made almost entirely of a new and patented type of flexible and buoyant solar panel that Ascent Kapital had invested in and was launching in the Indian Ocean.
Earlier on, she had given him a crash course in the economics of running a bakery, and at some point, the art and science of molecular gastronomy. That had been while they were experimenting yet again with seeing just how long they could stay joined together - just like her, Marq had easily noted the similarity with the 'sit-still' act in 'The Odalisque.' Like every other time, they had discovered it wasn't very long at all before someone lost control.
It had been him that time; one moment, she had been explaining how to make mango caviar, somehow managing to maintain her train of thought while contending with an erect penis inside her, and the next she had been on her back and struggling to catch her breath as Marq mindlessly pistoned into her pussy. She had cursed and sworn at him, and then she had come, clutching at his body as she felt him empty himself inside her.
She quivered, eyes closing as a finger dipped inside her opening, her mouth opening in a silent sob of delight as he went deeper, arching as she covered his digits in her liquid.
"Not just yet," he said, kissing her neck as he explored her. "That's about a month away."
She could smell herself in the night air, and it got even stronger as he brought his cum covered fingers to her lips for her to lick clean. He liked that, she knew, feeling his cock stirring against her spine, which meant she was getting to like it too. A lot. The sheer nasty wickedness of it; of being naked, fucked, fondled and masturbated on a hotel balcony, by a man who was not her fiancee, and then hungrily licking their combined fluids off his fingers, was not something sensible disciplined Honor Banet would even contemplate.
"So you're going back to Zurich?" Why was she asking questions about where he was going next?
"No. Not just yet," Marq said. "We... are going to the beach."
She turned her head sharply. "We?"
Her lips were close enough for him to kiss, so he did, grinning as she responded, kissing him back instinctively despite herself. "Yes, Miss Banet. Tomorrow."
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The island was kidney-shaped, with eight villas ringed around its outer concave edge, each with its own small swimming pool, private dock and stretch of beach. There was a larger communal beach with its own set of docks spanning the convex side, leading to a common area at the center of the island hosting a supermarket, a spa and gym, no less than three five-star restaurants, and a small cinema.
