Companies could now provide their staff with training before they ever had to put their life on the line.
Along with allowing tertiary places to bolster their classrooms with my device, I hired computer programmers to continue my crusade to stop all animal mistreatment in labs, slaughterhouses, and in meat, dairy, and egg industries.
With just a few sensors, people could now enter environments never open to the public before. They could step into a production plant of wheat and cereal. They could stand next to conveyor belts as toothbrushes were made from bamboo instead of plastic. And they could also witness the bone-chilling truth of mass animal cultivation and murder for consumerism.
They could feel the splash of a cow’s blood as its throat was slit. They could smell the stench of defecation, knowing they were about to die. They could watch a thousand baby male chicks being tossed into a blender because they weren’t valuable egg layers.
Before Eleanor, I wasn’t proud of many things I’d done.
I bought women. I rented those women out. I felt no guilt because I only did to them what humans did to animals. I used our own laws of inequality to pad my wallet and justify my sins.
Now though, I was proud that in recent years, more and more people were waking up to the lies of corruption and the risk of their own health by eating the rancid panic of caged and miserable creatures. Things were changing. And I liked to think I had a small part in that.
I was also immensely proud of Eleanor.
Of her capacity for creating and running, not only a profitable company, but one that gave beneficial gifts toward people’s happiness. I loved sharing ideas and brainstorming our next foray together.
I just loved her. In every way.
Every thought and twitch.
Every smile and snicker.
She owned me, heart and fucking soul.
“We should plan another visit one day.” She rested her head on my arm as we continued strolling in the moonlight. “See if the weather is as perfect in the South Pacific as it is in Indonesia.”
“Perhaps.”
We walked in silence until the manicured jungle fell away and the beach appeared. Not a single breeze tonight. Not a ripple in the ocean. Stars bounced back in the mirror of black sea, a half-moon blindingly silver in two glittering locations.
Pika and Skittles stuck to the treeline while Eleanor and I slipped bare feet through silky warm sand and waded into the shallows.
We both sighed with contentment. Drinking in the stunning view, we thanked fate and everything magical that we’d found each other and were so fucking lucky to live in paradise.
“Wonder if Jess and Cal are looking at the sky right now.” Eleanor tipped her head to the heavens, sending sheets of hair rippling down her back. My lust returned with a fist to my gut. Spinning her into me, I sank both hands into the strands at her nape and tugged her head back. “I don’t fucking care what they’re doing.”
I kissed her hard.
Dropping one hand from her hair to press against her lower back, I joined our hips together.
She moaned as I thrust into her, showing her my hard-on, hinting that the time for talking was over.
Kissing her, I plucked her from the shallow sea and waded deeper.
I didn’t stop until warm salt licked around my chest and threatened to make me buoyant.
Biting her lower lip, I let her go and shoved away her kimono until it floated on the surface before slowly waterlogging and sinking. With rough hands, I untied her bikini and let the scraps vanish. Unlike the time I’d tried to rescue her when she was high on elixir and I was knocking on death’s door, there was nothing manic about this.
We’d fucked in the sea numerous times, and each time was a testament to our lust and the fact that even after years of marriage, we still hungered desperately for each other.
Her hands worked beneath the surface, ripping the Velcro holding my board shorts together and splaying them wide to dive her hand inside.
I hissed as her small fingers wrapped around my cock.
She pumped me all while I manhandled her legs to wrap around my hips, spreading her wide for me. I went to kiss her, but she angled her mouth away with a minx-like smile on her lips. “You know, that first week that I was captive here, I watched you swimming pretty much right where we are. I was spying on Jupiter, Neptune, and Calico as they drank cocktails and gossiped about you.” Her eyes glowed. “Did you see me that night? You knew I was hiding...so I’ve always wondered if you saw me before coming to shore.”
I grinned, running my right hand over the swell of her hip and dipping between her legs.
She gasped as I touched her, rubbing my finger over her clit before teasing inside her. “I wasn’t swimming.”