II
So now he and Kim were on their honeymoon. The island resort in the
Caribbean she had selected was probably the most exclusive and the most
expensive in the world. They had the most expensive villa--$40,000 a night it
would cost him. The resort consisted of the whole island. Each villa was
isolated. Theirs was more than two miles from any other habitation. It was
huge and breathtaking, spectacularly furnished, and located on their own private
pearl of a beach. There was a whole staff of servants and cooks assigned to
their villa alone, but the layout was cleverly designed so that only the Guest
Services Officer assigned to them would have any contact with them. He would
deal with the rest of the staff. They would have complete privacy in
unparalleled luxury.
The Guest Services Officer was a twenty-year-old named Rod Powers. Rod
was as perfect a specimen of the male of the human species as Kim was of the
female. Short blonde hair; a face that had classic, masculine beauty; a broad,
strong chest that was muscular but not muscle-bound; narrow hips; a perfectly
trim ass; long, powerful legs--he had the whole package People said he had
movie star looks, but no one could ever think of a movie star who looked as good
as he did. And he had an enormous bulge at the crotch of his faded jeans.
Barton noticed that bulge immediately, and was stung with envy. But he figured
the kid must have some cloth stuffed in there. He must have!
Rod greeted them at the airport. The men who could afford to stay at this
resort were the richest and most powerful in the world, and they brought with
them the most stunningly beautiful and most pampered women in the world. Rod
had seen hundreds of them, but he had never seen the equal of Kim. For her
part, Kim didn't miss any aspect of Rod's manly attraction. When he shook her
hand, she looked in his strong, clear eyes, caught a whiff of his male scent,
and became dizzy with a sensation she had never felt before. But Kim had been
strictly brought up as a Catholic and adhered to a strong moral code. The idea
of being unfaithful to her husband could never have entered her head. She could
be interested in a man as hunky as Rod, but she could not be tempted.
But to Barton, any decent-looking man was a rival and a stud like Rod was
dangerous. Barton was painfully aware that his beautiful trophy of a wife was
much closer in age to Rod--the "kid" was what Barton insisted on calling
him--than she was to himself. Barton's reaction was instinctive. Confronted
with any kind of a rival, Barton set out to humiliate him, to emasculate him.
This kid was going to be the only person he and Kim would see for the next two
weeks. Barton was going to show him who was boss. He'd have Rod kissing the
famous Barton ass early and often--figuratively at least, and maybe even
literally. Kim wouldn't be attracted to a kid, no matter how much of a stud he
looked, once she saw him kowtowing to her all-powerful husband. Just the
opposite. Once she saw him subjugate this handsome kid, his own god-like power
would be more firmly established in her adoring eyes, the most beautiful eyes he
had ever seen.
He looked into those eyes as they drove in the limousine to the villa.
God, he loved her. He actually thought he might be able to fuck her twice
today, something he had never before accomplished.
