I was expecting it to be hot but not quite so airless. White sand and palms everywhere were just what I'd been waiting for. Just like everyone else, James and I made our way through the tiny buildings that passed for the main International airport. Looking at the two of us, and plenty did, we looked every bit like a normal couple, off on our hols. What would they have said if they knew our real relationship? Dominator and dominatrix. Submissives both of us, at times.
�Let's make a move,' James said after a moment or two. He rose from his seat and led the way from the dining room. I expected him to go to straight to our room but he walked off down the beach. Almost dreamlike. I followed him. It may have been the wine and brandy but I felt detached and light-headed. We walked along the beach, the moonlight reflecting from the white sands. The greenish phosphorescence glowed at edges of the breakers, foaming on the beach. When we reached the end of the soft sands, he turned to me. He leaned over and ripped the long wrap around skirt away. I stood waiting to see what he was going to do next.
We drove into the mountains, up and down the sort of gradient that would make even the strongest stomach churn. We pulled up near the top and sat gazing at the amazing views. Other islands were dotted around the expanse of blue sea, looking mysterious and exotic, even at a distance.
�We have to talk,' James said seriously. �I'm not having the stress of us being together and not really speaking. If you want to be on your own, then say so. I can move to another hotel. Find myself other companionship.'
�James, we've never had this sort of relationship. Not a relationship at all, if I'm honest. I'm confused. I don't know what you want of me.'
�I needed a holiday. I hated the idea of you being away and the pair of us unable to share whatever it is we do have. Especially at Christmas. Everyone goes completely potty at Christmas, grinding your face in it, if you happen to be alone. I simply couldn't face all the pseudo-kind invitations from well-meaning folks. They all seem to think I should join in with the jollies. I hate it. But, if you really do want to be alone, then I'll find some other diversion. I'm still hoping you'll consider my suggestion. I want you to be my personal wrestling partner. Companion. Whatever. We can discuss details later but I'll provide you with whatever you need. Gym. Facilities in the town. For now, can we please get back to normal? I've had enough of pussy-footing round in case it isn't the right thing.'