We spent a month with our parents and Paddy left us alone. Anu and I also got a break from each other and that helped. One day, when I was staying with my parents, I got a call from Paddy. He asked me how things were going and asked if I had plans for the weekend. Other than lazing around and eating my mother's food, I did not have much to do. So, I told him, I was free.
"Want a break with me?"
"You mean to your place?" I was not too keen on a weekend of sex.
"No, to another country. Maldives?"
That threw me off. I had never been outside. In fact, I had done some reading on Maldives and sounded like a fun place.
"Really?"
"Yes. We can go Friday morning and be back Sunday or Monday."
"With Anu?"
"No. Just you and I. Anu and I will do this some other time."
I was excited and did not have a reason to say no.
"What do I tell my parents?"
"I can speak to them. They won't need to know where we are going but they will fine with your absence."
"Ok" I agreed.
Paddy spoke to my parents and because they knew him from before, seemed to have no problems. And just like that Paddy took me to Maldives. We reached Maldives on Friday and got settled into the hotel. It was in one of the resort islands and Paddy had private beach to himself because he got one of those expensive cottages. We had a nice dinner. I was expecting some sex that night. But it did not happen and, strangely, I felt disappointed.
Paddy woke me up next morning.
"Wake up sleepy head." He tugged on my PJs.
I dragged myself out of bed. He had already showered and was in his shorts. I did the same and was rummaging in my suitcase for my beach wear, when he told me that he had got me something to wear. It was a two-piece bikini and bright blue in colour.
"You want me to wear that outside?"
"Why not?"
"I have never done that and don't think I will like it. It is like wearing nothing."
"We are in a different country and there are lots of things you have not done before. For example, sucking my cock." He laughed as I blushed. It was a bit crude, but it made the point. I changed into the two piece and he admired my shapely young body in it.
We went out and hit the water straight away. It was warm and sunny. It was beautiful day and I was loving it. I could swim but was not a great swimmer. Paddy seemed competent and looked like he was having fun as well. Paddy taught me to snorkel and I was loving the water activities. We had lunch bought to our room and after eating, we lay on the beach.
"I think you should give me a nice blow job." Paddy whispered out of the blue. He always had a way of surprising me.
"Here?"
"Yes."
I looked around and our beach was well secluded by trees on one side and large fencing on other. I slid next to him and slipped his shorts down. His cock sprang out. It was hard already, and I speculated that he was already thinking about the oral service he was going to receive. I sucked him and played with his cock. He grabbed my head and adjusted it and gave me some tips on when to lick and when to suck. I was getting used to sucking his cock and so I took the advice to heart and applied it. As he would later admit, it was the best blow job I gave him. Something about the holiday and atmosphere made me comfortable that day. I pumped him as he exploded and sprayed his cum on his thighs and the sand. I left him satisfied as I jumped back to the water. I watched from him from water and he did not stir. It looked like he was taking a nap.
More holiday activities followed, and we started the evening with live band, cocktails and seafood. As we got into our rooms, I was a bit tipsy and Paddy was mocking me for it. Once we were in the room, Paddy did something that made me cringe. He asked me to choose between sucking him off and getting fucked. His made sure to use those words in blunt fashion. The question was intentionally done to play with me. I was horny but having to openly ask to be fucked was something I had not done till then. It was one of his weird power games. I mustered courage and asked for sex. Thankfully, he did not make me beg for it. Paddy, made, what I can only describe as sweet love. He took full control, did not demand anything, but worked on my pussy with his fingers, tongue and then his cock. By the end of it, I had come twice and so had he.
The next morning, we wandered around and did a cruise in the nearby islands. We then had massages at the local parlour and lazed around till the evening. The resort had a live band and so we ended up listening to that while sipping wine. As the evening dragged on and the alcohol in my bloodstream increased, I became bolder and started probing into his personal life. I was sleeping with him, being his sex slave, and everything else a man would want from a woman. I felt he should open up. Paddy had an invisible shield when it came to this. He was nice and caring but never open about himself. This frustrated me that day and for the rest of my life with him. I kept pushing that evening and he kept blocking. At one point, I acted annoyed at him and complained about it. His answer was revealing.
"Look Priya, I don't want to open up at that level. Our relationship has perks for both of us, but I feel there is an emotional barrier that we don't want to cross. Once we go our separate ways, there is little for us to think about. You probably will have mixed feelings about it and I would have only good ones"
Looking back, the words were profound, and it summed up how he saw me. Short lived pleasure and some fun, nothing more. But that day I was drunk and had made up my mind not to let go. So, I kept bring it up and kept probing. First, he played along and laughed at my antics. But when the waiter came for drinks, I told the waiter to not bring him any drinks till he complies. I was bit loud and made a bit of scene. Paddy waived the waiter away and leaned over the table to me.
"You are drunk. Do you want to go back to the room?"
"No." I shot back
"Then start behaving, unless you want to good spanking when we get back."
The threat of spanking caused me to think but the wine overruled it. I made some more comments and laughed at him. He leaned again and warned me again. He was more serious this time. But when he saw I was not playing along, he got up and asked me to come. This scene played out quite a bit and he had to literally drag me to the room. Enough people noticed us. At the room door closed, Paddy was a bit angry, the most I had seen.
He quickly pulled me over the lap. I was in no mood to give in and so fought back. He was much stronger than me and had my hands pinned down. My knee length skirt next got pulled up. Paddy did not bother with the panties and started giving some good whacks over it. After a dozen spanks, I got to my senses and realized the futility of the situation.
"Ok, I am sorry."
"I warned you."
"I was just messing with you."
"It was fine for a while, but I told you stop and you didn't. Then you made a scene coming back as well." He still held my hands
"I don't think you are sorry. You just realized your mistake."
"No." But I knew he was right.
