Chapter 26

When the plane landed at a private airfield outside of Honolulu, Priscilla was pleased when she was met by Hans and Stefan, whom she had sent to Hawaii in advance of her arrival today. The two giants were trying to blend in by being dressed in linen pants and short-sleeved Hawaiian shirts, but of course it was impossible for them to blend in anywhere. They looked like two Greek gods who were on vacation from Mt. Olympus.

She was also pleased that, per her instructions, they had brought her Bugatti Centodieci sports car. She wondered how they had decided which one of them would get to drive it here from the house, while the other one drove the vintage Land Rover that was parked behind it.

"Hello boys!" she greeted them as she and Emily deplaned.

As per usual, Hans and Stefan nodded their greetings to her, but didn't say anything else.

"I have a question," Priscilla said, coming to stand in front of them. "How did you two decide who got to drive the Bugatti?"

Hans and Stefan looked at each other quickly, apparently flummoxed that the boss was asking such an odd question.

Hans shrugged.

"We flipped a coin," he told her.

"Bloody hell," Priscilla said. "One of you two flipping a coin? That thing is probably embedded in my ceiling! Anyway, thanks for bringing the car. We're heading to the house." She smiled devilishly. "Don't try to keep up!"

It had been a while since she'd had an opportunity to drive one of her cars, and she wasn't planning on holding back.

She looked at Emily but saw that Emily's attention was currently on the group of airfield workers who were unloading items from the plane's cargo hold, and carrying them to the Land Rover. Priscilla smirked knowing that one crate in particular must be the one Emily was most interested in. It was the right size and shape, after all.

"Come on," she told her. "I want to shower before we get our pi?a coladas!"

Emily seemed reluctant to let that one crate out of her sight, but eventually she looked at Priscilla and smiled as though everything was normal.

"Perfect!" she said.

After getting in the car and starting it, Priscilla smiled, both hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Oh, I love that sound!" she exclaimed, listening to the rumble of the quad turbo-charged engine. "Fasten your seatbelt, Emily Bacon…this won't be a lazy Sunday drive."

With that, she put the car in gear and unleashed it, the vehicle rocketing forward with a squeal of tires.

The way to her house was through a couple of small villages and along twisting roads that took them to higher elevations among the forest-covered hills.

Though she slowed down while passing through the villages, Priscilla really opened up the Bugatti otherwise, on empty roads, handling the car expertly and achieving that feeling of being one with the machine.

Powerful vehicles like this had always thrilled her, especially since she got to control them. What amazed her was how, this far into the 21st century, men were surprised that she had such an affinity for sports cars, as though it was unfeminine somehow.

Perhaps she ought not to be shocked by that. It seemed the wealthier a man was, the more Neanderthal became his thinking about a woman's place in society, and apparently that place was not behind the wheel of a superlative luxury sports car.

They reached her house after about twenty minutes. She didn't know how far behind the Land Rover was, because that vehicle was, of course, nowhere in sight.

Her Hawaiian home was at the top of a hill overlooking the ocean. Like her San Diego house, it was on a walled estate with private security. Of all of her homes, this was the one she visited the least—not because she didn't like it, but because her life often kept her away from it. She spent most of her time in California. If she wasn't in California, she was in New York. If she wasn't in New York, she was in various European capital cities that were crucial to her empire's dealings globally.

Similarly, she often chose to enjoy vacations elsewhere as well. Many of her closest friends lived in Europe, for example, so she often ended up there. Additionally, she enjoyed being at sea, onboard her yacht, sailing from one locale to another, particularly in the Mediterranean.

This home in Hawaii, however, was special. It was more like a sanctuary for her, and where she escaped when she simply wanted to disconnect from…everything.

"Very nice," Emily said, getting out of the Bugatti and turning full circle to take it all in. "This must impress the ladies."

Priscilla grinned as she started heading to the door of the house.

"Actually, I've never brought anyone here," she replied.

This was true. This estate had always been her come alone destination.

So why had she brought Emily?

Part of her wanted to cavalierly chalk it up to being part of the game she was playing with the insurance investigator.

There might be some truth to that, she was willing to acknowledge, but there was another truth. A bigger truth…

She liked Emily.

After the excitement of the past few days, starting with pulling off the heist at the museum, Priscilla had needed to come here to Hawaii to…recharge. Of course, she could have easily hopped on her plane and flown here, Emily be damned. As the authorities had no solid case against her, she hadn't been prohibited from leaving California, so she was free to travel anywhere in the world she wanted.

Yet, the more she had thought about coming here, she just couldn't escape the idea that she would like Emily to be here with her.

What that meant…who knew? Was it significant? Was it only a way to shake her normal routine? She honestly wasn't sure yet.

What she was sure about was that despite Emily's motives, she truly enjoyed the woman's company and wished they had met under much different circumstances.

Why couldn't I have met someone like her without having to steal a painting first?

She wanted to laugh at that thought because it amused her, but she didn't.

She suddenly realized that Emily was no longer beside her, walking into the house, but had stopped several a couple of yards behind her, looking at her.

"You've never brought anyone here?" Emily asked.

Priscilla shook her head.

"Nope," she answered.

They stood there staring at one another for several moments, but neither woman spoke. Eventually, Priscilla turned abruptly.

"Seriously, Emily Bacon…I want a shower and pi?a coladas!" she said, making her way to the staircase that would lead her to the bedroom.

***

Although they did shower immediately after reaching the bedroom, once they were done and had toweled dry, Priscilla decided that pi?a coladas could wait.

She yearned for Emily now, and felt that she had exercised great restraint in not having sex with her either on the airplane or just minutes ago, in the shower.

But she was done restraining herself. She had a deep need to fuck Emily, to pleasure her until she lost her mind, and to feel her nude body against her own until they were both worn out. She recognized that this time, her desire to fuck a particular woman was accompanied by another desire…

She wanted to feel closer to Emily beyond the physical.

Maybe it was this place. Faye, her therapist, would probably say so. Hawaii, after all, had always been Priscilla's private retreat, where she basked in solitude and never longed for company—whether she stayed here two days or two weeks.

And now there was someone else here. Someone she had brought.

Yep, Priscilla considered, Faye was going to have a field day with that when this was discussed at some point.

But…Priscilla knew she would counter with the notion that perhaps it had less to do with the place, and more to do with the woman.

Of course, Faye would have a field day with that too. The Priscilla Kroyn actually wanting an attachment to someone? Faye would probably burst out laughing.

Well…all of that didn't matter now. What mattered was that at this moment, Priscilla was choosing Emily over pi?a coladas. She could analyze it to death later.

Now that they were both dried off following the shower, she took Emily's hand and led her out of the bathroom. At the edge of the bed, the two nude women kissed deeply, and Priscilla enjoyed how wonderfully their mouths fit, as she also enjoyed the feeling of their breasts pressed together.

She and Emily held each other tightly. One of Emily's hands was holding the back of Priscilla's head, below the messy up-do Priscilla had set in before getting in the shower, while the other was at her tailbone, just above her ass. Priscilla's hands, meanwhile, were both on Emily's shoulder blades, trying to bring her even closer to her, although that was impossible.

When the kiss broke, Priscilla, panting, flicked Emily's earlobe with her tongue before nibbling on it lightly.

Emily moaned, her face buried in the crook of Priscilla's neck.

"You promise you've been a good girl?" Priscilla breathed out.

"Yes!" Emily replied just as breathily.

"You saved it all for me?" Priscilla pressed.

"I did!" Emily said. "I promise! It was so fucking hard, though!"

Priscilla groaned as her vagina spasmed, imagining the delights Emily pussy had in store for her.

"But you liked waiting, didn't you?" she asked.

"Oh fuck…" Emily began. She kissed Priscilla's shoulder. "It was the best agony! I fucking hate that you can do this to me, but I loved it!"

Priscilla gave the earlobe a good tug with her teeth.

"You were wet all day, weren't you?" she said. "Thinking of me?"

"Yes!" Emily whimpered.

This was really affecting Priscilla now. She could feel her arousal slicking her folds. It wouldn't be long before drips would be running down her legs.

"Do you need release?" she prodded.

"Yes!" Emily answered quickly. "So badly!"

"Hmm…let me check how badly you need this…" Priscilla said.

She stuck her left hand between their bodies and then between Emily's legs.

Nice!

Her clit pounded a staccato rhythm at feeling how wet Emily was, despite her recent shower.

Emily moaned loudly at the contact Priscilla's fingers made with her sex, and Priscilla felt her begin to tremble.

"What do I get if I let you come?" Priscilla inquired gently, stroking Emily's folds.

"Anything!" Emily insisted.

"Liar," Priscilla purred.

"Fuck…anything!" Emily exclaimed.

Priscilla smiled.

"Good girl," she said. "In that case, drop to your knees and taste me…"

She almost gasped at how quickly Emily complied. Suddenly, Emily was gone from being in her arms, and was on her knees, and Priscilla had to spread her legs to accommodate the mouth that was slavishly licking her vulva.

"Christ!" she groaned at how good it felt to have Emily's tongue splitting her folds, its tip poking teasingly at her opening and her lips stroking her clit.

She pushed her pelvis forward and looked down between her breasts at the head of the other woman bobbing gently between her legs. She used both hands and took hold of Emily's mane of hair, grabbing the locks tightly and using the leverage this provided to help grind her pussy against Emily's mouth.

This sexy visual was augmented by the sounds Emily was making…a mix of moans and sighs which indicated just how much she was enjoying the task given her.

Priscilla uttered a tiny yelp when Emily adjusted her head so that she could jab her tongue into Priscilla's pussy, swirling it around and lapping up the accumulated arousal that had collected just inside the opening.

With both of her lips sucked between her teeth while she mewled in pleasure, Priscilla let this continue for about a minute more before deciding Emily had earned her release. She herself didn't want to come undone yet. She wanted to wait, let it build up, and then explode later.

She gave a slight tug upward on Emily's hair.

"Get up, baby!" she ordered.

As soon as Emily was standing, Priscilla pushed her backwards, causing her to fall onto the mattress. She then dropped to her knees beside the bed, grabbed Emily's ankles, opened her legs wide, and positioned her feet at the edge of the mattress.

Emily's beautiful pussy was then right there…pink, swollen with need, and literally dripping. Feeling almost insane with lust, Priscilla licked up the arousal that was leaking out from between Emily's folds, her eyes rolling back in her head at the flavor.

Taking about thirty seconds to get herself a nice taste of Emily, she pulled her mouth away in order to insert two fingers into the flooded passage. The fingers were immediately immersed in a pool of essence that was so warm it felt as though Emily's vagina was feverish.

She didn't want to draw this out. She was yearning to know what it was going to be like making Emily climax after the woman had waited for so long. She suspected it was going to be amazing, and the launching point for a night of incredible sex.

To that end, she curled those two fingers upwards and started thrusting them in and out rapidly, creating wet squelching sounds that were accompanied by tiny splashes of liquid arousal.

As Priscilla predicted, it didn't take long…

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck!" Emily shouted. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck! Please may I come?"

Priscilla smiled and increased the speed of her fingers.

"Ask again," she instructed in an even tone of voice.

"Please may I come?" Emily repeated, even louder.

"You've been such a good girl," Priscilla cooed. "And so…permission granted."

She heard Emily take in a huge breath, and then…

"OHMYFUCKINGGAAAAAAAHD! THANK FUUUUUUUUCK!"

It was exactly everything Priscilla had hoped for.

While still being fucked by Priscilla's rapidly thrusting hand, Emily's pussy squirted as it orgasmed, and Priscilla made sure the spray splashed onto her chest, sighing in pleasure at feeling the warm liquid make contact with her skin, covering her breasts, and dripping down her torso. She started licking her lips, wanting to taste it.

She then stopped the action of her hand and removed her fingers, replacing them with her mouth. By now, the spurting had stopped, but Priscilla worked her mouth on Emily's pulsating vulva, capturing with her tongue the copious amount of essence that was still coming out of Emily's pussy.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Emily was bucking so hard that Priscilla had to reach up to wrap her arms around her pelvic region to keep her under some control. Once that was achieved, she began eating her out in earnest, knowing as a woman that when an orgasm was as titanic as what Emily was experiencing now, there was another one right behind it. And probably another one right behind that.

She wanted to make Emily insane with pleasure, until Emily begged for a break.

It took about thirty seconds, and then Emily announced she was coming again. Because there were no fingers fucking her this time, she didn't squirt, but Priscilla could gauge the intensity of the climax nonetheless by how strongly Emily's vulva convulsed against her face, and by how loudly Emily cried out.

Priscilla used her mouth to coax her through this orgasm, and then started building her up for yet another one.

She was going to stay down here until Emily tapped out. It was another way of exercising power over the woman, of rewiring Emily's brain and body into identifying her as the giver of delights.

With her own pussy spasming, her own clit throbbing, her own essence streaming out now past her folds, Priscilla continued working her lips and tongue on Emily, enjoying every second of it, and glad that she had brought this particular woman to her sanctuary in Hawaii.