Threads: The Island

Kyle grinned. "And later?"

"Hard as you like," She replied, and Kyle felt his cock twitch in anticipation.

He felt her hand reach behind him, holding him inside her and then he felt her move, pulling at him to go with her. It was clumsy, a little awkward, but then he was on top of her, Patricia face down on the bed, Kyle face down on top of her, his cock still inside her tight ass.

"Slowly," She whispered. "Please."

Kyle nodded in the darkness, then grinned as he realised she wouldn't have seen it. He lay down on top of her, brushed the hair from her face and neck and then began to slide his hips up, drawing his cock back an inch or two inside her.

He could feel her gripping him, that extraordinary sensation that made anal sex so unique and then he pushed. She moaned, and as he drew back he felt her slip a hand under her body, reaching for her pussy.

Kyle repeated the maneuver again, and then a third time, loving how she panted and moaned beneath him and then he felt her ass relax just a fraction, as if her body was announcing she was ready to be fucked now.

He slid back and forth in one smooth movement, feeling the difference, knowing he didn't need to be as careful or cautious now.

"Do me," She told him, her voice thick with desire and lust.

Kyle placed his head on hers and kissed her cheek. "Kink."

He drew back his hips, sliding his cock nearly all the way out, and then she stiffened as he pushed it firmly back inside her.

Her grunt sounded like music in his ears, and Kyle grinned. "You like that?"

"Yes."

He did it again, withdrawing and thrusting deep. He could feel her tense with each thrust.

"More."

Kyle grinned, feeling horny beyond belief, and he did, thrusting into her repeatedly, loving how tight she was, how smooth it felt inside her, and how he could feel her body tensing and stiffening as he fucked her ass.

"Hard, Kyle," She grunted a few seconds later. "Hard as you like, please."

He loved how she said please when it was something she really wanted, and he loved how the more time they spent together, the more he discovered about her dirty, kinky side. The knowledge spurred him on and he gritted his teeth.

Kyle fucked her ass. There was no holding back, no careful or cautious control. He gave in to the animal side that everyone has, rutting like a beast on top of the beautiful blonde woman beneath him.

She responded, loved it. Patricia began to grunt noises, some of them unintelligible, some positive words to express her pleasure. Her hand clawed at the bed, grabbed his hand in a vicelike grip and she sucked his fingers in her mouth.

Kyle growled above her, experiencing this primal, carnal lust for the first time, revelling in the complete abandon of everything except the need to fuck her as hard as he could.

Patricia came beneath him, gasping and moaning loudly, her hips bucking as her body writhed, yet he never relented.

His hips pistoned up and down, drilling her ass, and he adjusted position, wrapping his arms around her, pinning her own to her sides, immobilising her beneath him as he sought to fuck her into oblivion.

"Fuck," She panted, over and over, like a prayer of desperate pleasure as he pummelled her ass, fucking her as fast as he could, deep and hard.

He felt his balls begin to tighten, felt his cock thicken and he knew he was going to cum.

He lowered his mouth to her ear, and growled, "I'm gonna cum in your ass."

"Please," Patricia replied quickly, her voice sounding full of desperate desire. "Yes. Please."

It only took half a dozen more thrusts and then he was buried inside her, pinning her down, his body taught as his cock twitched and jerked inside her, holding himself still so she could feel it shooting cum into her ass.

"Oh, fuck, Kyle," She panted, gasping for air as she pushed back with her ass, trying to take that extra millimetre inside her. "Yes. I can feel you."

He was breathing hard, his head inches from her face, each breath coming out as a growl or pleasure, even after his cock stopped shooting inside her.

"Oh my," Patricia panted. "Kyle, that was..."

Her words slowly brought him back to where he was, as if saying his name had somehow pulled back the man he was and put the animal back in it's cage where it belonged.

"Are you alright, Patricia?" He asked gently. "Did I hurt you or anything?" Kyle braced himself to slide his cock out of her, but he felt her feet slip up, holding him in place.

"Kyle Watson," She said into the darkness, her tone full of wonder. "That was incredible."

He panted, relieved that he hadn't hurt her. He'd never fucked anyone like that in his entire life. He lay there on top of her and his lips slid to the back of her neck, kissing her gently as his cock softened.

"Oh, that's nice," She murmured.

Kyle felt a touch of sadness as his cock gradually shrunk and slid out of her, easing out of her ass as it resumed its natural position.

"Best wake up call ever," He whispered. "Thank you, Patricia. That was.. amazing."

"Thank you," She replied, rolling her shoulder so she could half-turn and kiss him.

Kyle felt his cock slide away from her ass and he grinned, knowing she was too at the sticky mess he'd left behind. He felt her hand slip behind her and knew that she was checking it out.

He heard her giggle and then she kissed him. "Showers for both of us, I think."

"Good idea."

"And then you're off to meet Julian," She reminded him, giggling as he suddenly collapsed on top of her.

"I'm too tired," He muttered. "You've kept me up all night, abusing me."

She laughed. "You'll get over it."

Julian worked him hard, relentlessly torturing his muscles systematically one at a time until he was ready to quit, but Kyle made it through his workout, emerging on the other side of it as a sweaty, quivering mess. He took a few minutes to recover and then slowly walked back up to the house.

He entered the suite as Patricia emerged from the shower, gave her a kiss and laughed weakly as she shooed him away, calling him 'sweaty and sticky and not in a good way'.

Kyle slid into the blue-green hot water in the bath, groaning in pleasure. The coloured water and the mixture of salts that Patricia sorted out always seemed to ease him after each workout, even if it was only for a short time.

"You getting in?" He asked, hearing her re-enter the bathroom. He opened his eyes and saw she was dressed in a charcoal business suit, a matching skirt and jacket with a white top underneath.

"Nope. Not this morning," She replied as she moved to the mirror to fix her makeup. "Besides, I don't want to tire you out."

"How's your..." He began and glanced down, earning a chuckle from her.

"Well, I know I've been fucked, if that's what you're asking," She replied, flashing him a grin. "That was fun."

"It was," He nodded. "I know I keep saying it, but you're quite the kink."

"I'm not going to burst into tears if you call me other names in the heat of the moment, you know," She added, doing her mascara.

Kyle laughed and put his head back. "You like being called names?"

"Sometimes," She admitted calmly. "Like this morning. If you'd called me your little slut that would have been hot."

"Yeah?"

"Or last night, if you'd called me your cock-sucking whore." She shrugged, her concentration on her makeup. "If you want to, of course?"

"If you like it, then I'm fine with it," Kyle said, grinning. "Anything else I should know?"

"I think you're getting the general idea of what I'm into," Patricia said. "Feel free to be a bit more masculine, dominant with me."

"Like grab you, pin you down, shit like that?"

"Sure," She nodded, and Kyle had the funny feeling he wasn't quite getting the point. "Spanking?" He guessed.

She winked at him in the mirror.

"Maybe I should get some rope or something," He grinned.

"Now you're talking," She replied, a wicked smile on her face. "I've got some toys, if you want to play around with them too?"

Kyle shrugged. "Fuck it, why not. I'll try anything once."

"Anything?" She asked, grinning in amusement.

"Okay, not anything," He admitted. "But I get the feeling you would."

She shrugged and turned back to the mirror. Before she could reply they were interrupted by Lakshmi calling. "Morning, Kyle, Trish."

"Morning, Shmi," Patricia called. "We're back here."

"What is it with me being in the bath?" Kyle muttered. He made sure the water covered him before Lakshmi arrived and then sighed. She walked in, dressed in a pair of black trousers with a matching blouse and jacket. Her hair was pinned up on top and hung straight down her back.

"Morning," She said, grinning as she saw Kyle was in the bath and Patricia was finishing her makeup in the same bathroom.

"Hey, Lakshmi," Kyle said. He lifted a hand from under the water and gave her a wave. "I'm in the bath."

"Yeah, I can see that," She said. "So is this going to be an ongoing thing? Meetings in the bath?"

"I hope not. Have we got a meeting now?" He asked.

"No, just wanted to drop off the dating shortlist and let you know Katie's guests have arrived." She pulled a piece of paper out the folder in her hand and waved it at him.

"That the list?"

"Do you want to wait until you get out the water?"

"Em, yeah. Probably a better idea," He nodded. "Margarita and her sister are here?"

"Katie's showing them their rooms now."

Patricia put her makeup down beside the sink and took the list out of Lakshmi's hand. Kyle watched her, frowning as she traced her finger down over it.

"These last three?" She asked.

"Late additions," Lakshmi replied. "I did some research last night. I've taken a few off the list too, online rumours they're dating someone."

"Who are we talking about here?" Kyle asked. While the idea of going on fake dates seemed pretty stupid to him what with his situation with Patricia, he was getting curious to see what names were on the list.

"After breakfast," Patricia told him. "We'll go pick you out some clothes."

The two women left the bathroom and Kyle sighed, wondering how much more weird his life could get.

Breakfast was a lot of fun. Margarita shook hands with him as if she'd never laid eyes on him, and her sister, Louisa, seemed really nice too, a slightly shorter version but with the same killer body. Kyle knew Casey would be drowning in his own saliva when he set his eyes on Margarita again, and it was all he could do not to laugh at the thought.

Katie did a good job of including Kara in the conversations as she told her friends of life on the Island, and Margarita and Louisa told them of what it was like in New York with the press calling them, emailing them, and how they'd been in a cafe yesterday when Katie's face had popped up on TV with the photos of Charlize Theron, and how some random woman at the table next to them claimed to know her quite well.

"So what did you say?" Kara had asked.

Margarita turned in her chair, acting it out. "Really, because I'm her best friend and I've never seen you before in my life." Her ponytail wagged as she delivered the words. Then she lifted her phone and flipped it open, showing a wallpaper picture of her and Katie. "There's my proof. Where's yours?"

Katie burst out laughing, while Louisa told them how the woman had shut up instantly and then whispered to her friend that it was a secret thing.

"People are lame," Margarita had concluded.

They didn't get much time to talk after that as there was a lot to do. Kara was continuing the scheduling meeting with Peter and Garius while Katie and Heidi were giving a tour of the Island to Margarita and Louisa, and Kyle went upstairs with Patricia and Lakshmi to get their own work done.

"Right, first off, I want to see this list," Kyle said bluntly as he sat on the balcony. Patricia raised her eyebrow and handed him the sheet of paper.

"It's just a first pass, remember."

Kyle's eyes widened as read the names on the page. It was like an FHM top twenty women list, every guys fantasy.

"You're serious?" He asked, looking up.

"Why not?" Patricia replied. "We're looking for someone high profile, someone that will give you credibility and instant recognition, as well as get you in the papers."

"And how the hell am I supposed to do this? Just send a fan email to their website asking them on a date?" Kyle asked, shaking his head. It wasn't that he objected to the thought of a date with anyone on the list. They were all stunning and he'd love to meet any of them, but they were so far out his league it was unbelievable.

Patricia rolled her eyes, but Lakshmi sat down opposite him. "We arrange things so you guys meet and you get a chance to talk to whoever it is. Like asking them in for a meeting with your production company, or the magazine offices. You just happen to be there, bump into them, chat for a bit and then ask them to accompany you to an event."

"So I've got to try and get one of these women to go on a date with me?" Kyle laughed. "Yeah, you might as well tear this list up right now."

"We can always go through their publicist if need be," Lakshmi added. "Mister Tripps dated a lot of different women, so we've got a lot of practice arranging little introductions over the years."

"Can we go through the names on the list now, Kyle?" Patricia asked. "If you're quite done with your mini-diva moment."

"Diva moment?" Kyle said, staring at her. She shrugged as her cellphone rung and she glanced down at the screen.

"I've got to take this," She announced then disappeared inside.

"Was I having a diva moment?" Kyle asked Lakshmi, who just smiled at him.

"I'm sure she was joking. Now, first name on the list if you please?"

Kyle glanced down. Eva Green.

"Well respected actress, a little bit.. bohemian. She's also French, so she's an option for the reserve list, if you like?" Lakshmi informed him.

"I know who she is," Kyle nodded. He'd seen her in plenty films as well as the recent series of Camelot. "Wasn't she a bond girl?"

"Yeah. Yes or no?"

"What? Just like that?"

"Think of it as trimming the list down a bit," She suggested, spreading her hands.

"Okay, sure," Kyle said. "Although it's never gonna happen, with any of these names."

"We'll see," The Indian girl grinned. "Next, Mila Kunis."

"I'd be a moron to say no, but again, way out my league."

"Okay, and for your information, no-one has you in any league yet. That's why the board is wide open. So that's a yes then?"

"Yes."

"Good. Next, Jessica Biel?"

"Smoking hot, loved her in Blade Trinity, but isn't she dating Justin Timberlake?" Kyle asked.

"It's a bit dubious, and no-one's really sure," Lakshmi explained. "Want me to investigate?"

"No. I'm thinking if it's dubious it's because they're trying to keep it quiet."

"In LA? She could be doing him a favour," Lakshmi suggested. "Like a beard."

"A what?"

"A beard. When a gay man dates a woman to give the impression he's straight," She explained.

Kyle chuckled. "After the last few days nothing would surprise me."

"Want me to shortlist her?"

"If she's dating him, she'll say no," Kyle thought aloud. "And if she's doing him a favour then she'd still say no, right?"

"I guess," Lakshmi admitted.

"Then that's a damn shame, but there's no point, so no."

"Okay. Emma Watson?"

"Hermione Granger?"

"That's her," Lakshmi nodded.

Kyle frowned. "No. Whenever I see her on TV or in the press I just see the little girl. Too weird."

Lakshmi chuckled. "Okay, What about Rihanna?"

"Nutjob. No."

"You sure? She's single, really huge at the minute and hot too."

"No. I like her music, but there's something scary about her."

"Okay, Hayden Panetierre?" Lakshmi suggested. "She likes to date sports guys, and there's nothing definite about her dating anyone just now. What do you think?"

Kyle shook his head. "Schoolgirl thing again, from Heroes. Bit weird."

"Alright. What about a hot mom? Kate Winslet?"

"Isn't she like Connors best friend or something?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, they're close. She's apparently really nice."

"No, I like the guy but I don't want to piss him off."

"Oh, I don't think he'll mind."

"Yeah, but I don't know. I just don't see it."

"Okay, we'll move on," Lakshmi nodded. "Leighton Meester?"

Kyle frowned. "Wasn't there a whole load of shit about her taking legal action against her own mother or something?"

"Yeah. She's dated a few people this year too, but no-one at present."

"Sounds like a bit of a budding Lindsay Lohan. Let's give that one a miss too," Kyle replied. "You know this sounds completely insane in my head, right?"

Lakshmi smiled. "I bet it does. Kaley Cuoco? Wait, she's engaged, so no. What about Evan Rachel Wood?"

"Who's that again?" Kyle asked.

"She played the Vampire Queen in True Blood, and she was in Mildred Pierce with Kate Winslet."

"Oh, yeah. She's quite hot."

"She could be dating Jamie Bell, so I'll check that out."

Kyle shook his head. "Leave it for now. We can always come back to her if we need to."

"Okay," She nodded. "Next up, Ellen Page?"

"The little girl from X-Men? No."

"She's twenty four, Kyle."

Kyle made a face. "Still, you see her picture, you see that little kid. Or Juno."

"So no?"

"No."

"Okay. Patricia says you'll like the next one," Lakshmi smiled. "Missy Peregrym?"

He grinned. "She's right. That's a yes."

"And the last one, Charlotte Sullivan. Plays Peck on Rookie Blue."

"Hell, yes. She's hot too," Kyle replied. "Any more names on that list for now?"

"That's it," Lakshmi said, running through her notes. "So we've got Eva Green, Mila Kunis, Missy Peregrym and Charlotte Sullivan."

"Only four?" Kyle asked, surprised. "At least four knockbacks won't kill my ego too much, I guess."

"We'll do some digging and make a few calls, see what we can find out."

"Cool," He nodded. "It would be cool to just meet them."

"I'm going to get prepped for the schedule stuff. Do you want a coffee or a drink or something?"

Kyle shook his head and Lakshmi disappeared inside. He took the opportunity for a quick smoke, waving to Katie, Margarita and Louisa as they headed out.

"Hey, how did it go?" Patricia asked, reappearing from her phone call.

"Got it down to four names."

"That's a start," She grinned.

"So I threw a... what was it?"

"Mini-diva moment," She told him. "And you know you did."

"You don't think it's a bit weird that you of all people are picking out a list of people for me to date?" He asked.

"Why?" I know you're going to have to go out on dates. It's no big deal."

"Even though we're...." He wasn't sure how to finish the sentence. He didn't know if they were dating, seeing each other, just friends or if it was something more serious.

"We're..." She grinned. "What?"

"I don't know," Kyle said, shaking his head. "We should probably talk about it."

"So we can put a label on it and use it to define us?" She asked. "Let's not worry about it just now, okay?"

"So right now we're just friends and colleagues who fuck each others brains out?" He asked, chuckling.

"You're putting labels on it," She pointed out.

He chuckled and shook his head. "As long as you're happy, I'm fine."

She leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Did you know every time I walk I can feel my ass reminding me what you did to it." Patricia winked at him. "I'm perfectly happy."

Kyle grinned. "Glad I could be of service."

"I'll take you up on that later," She smirked, then got up to join Lakshmi in the suite.

Kyle finished his cigarette, sighed and got back to work.

The scheduling proved to be a pain in the ass, as they had each day down to different options of meetings or visits or events, often conflicting and sometimes with four or five different options for either morning, afternoon or evening. It took until nearly eleven o'clock before Patricia sent Kyle downstairs for a meeting with Katie, Kara and Connor Grant to identify Heads of Detail for their bodyguard teams.