“Ladies, here are some marshmallows. Place one between your partner’s teeth, then put your hands on top of your head and don’t drop them at any time. We will deduct 5 points if you do so. You can tell your partner where the bottles are and instruct them to push the marshmallows down the bottle. Each bottle must have at least one piece of marshmallow. Each one will earn 10 points. Any extras he can push in will earn him 5 additional points. If your partner drops the marshmallow, our assistant will give you another one to place between his teeth. That is the only time that you’re allowed to drop your hands from your head. Is that clear?”

“Bloody silly game!”

“So embarrassing!”

“I don’t want to play!”

“Shut up, every one! Now spin the men around and lead them near their partners!”

When Darcy was led near Elizabeth, she said, “Open your mouth! Here’s the marshmallow. I have one bottle near my right ni… chest, one near the… inside of my left thigh and one at the base of my spine. Which one do you want to try first?”

On hearing the locations of the bottles, Darcy eyes widened under the blindfold and he swallowed hard, accidentally gobbling the marshmallow down his throat.

“What did you gulp it down for? We’re losing precious time!”

“Sorry, give me another one quickly. Let’s start with your breast, uhm, chest.” He could feel blood cruising down his body. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

Elizabeth put another marshmallow between his teeth, then moved nearer. When his chest touched her body, he started crouching down a bit, as he was taller than her. First, his jaw touched her right shoulder. Then he went lower and traced his way farther down her body.

Soon, his jaw felt her nipple. So hard and firm! How I want to nibble on it! Don’t think of that. You will disgrace yourself in front of everyone. He was about to swallow again, but he remembered the marshmallow, so he stopped. Right underneath the nipple, he could feel the bottle.

To find the bottle opening, however, he had to lower his face onto her breast. He breathed in the scent of lavender; then, through the fabric, his nose grazed the hard tip of her nipple. He could feel his arousal cresting, and he froze.

“Drop it in!”

Elizabeth’s breathless words startled him from his sensual trance. He shuddered, mouth gaping slightly open, and dropped the marshmallow onto the floor.

“Not again!”

Without waiting for him to recover, Elizabeth grabbed another piece from the assistant and placed it between his teeth.

He still had his mouth near her nipple. “Quick! Push it into the bottle.”

Darcy obeyed, but the bottle opening had been specially made to be slightly smaller than the size of the marshmallow. He couldn’t just drop it in. Instead, he had to stick his tongue out and thrust the marshmallow into the opening.

As the bottle was dangling below her nipple, and her partner’s head was bowed there, Elizabeth couldn’t see whether he was successful. But she could feel the breath from his nose, blowing hot air onto her nipple. She then felt his mouth pushing down against the bottle, putting weight on her costume and stimulating her sensitive tip. She could also feel his tongue sticking out, grazing her peak as he thrust the marshmallow into the bottle. She could sense the heat gathering at her legs, making them trembled. She nearly dropped her hands from her head, because her whole body seemed to be on fire.

“Finally!” he said after pushing one in.

“Now, down to the bottle pinned on the inside of my left thigh,” Elizabeth said weakly and placed another marshmallow between his teeth.

Darcy crouched farther down. His nose and mouth traced from her right nipple diagonally down to her left thigh, leaving a hot path across her body.

The bottle was pinned to Elizabeth’s body in a most naughty way. Both the front and back panel of the dress were pinned together with the bottle, making the dress look like trousers. The bottle was hung about 10 cm underneath her womanhood, on the inside of her left thigh. She therefore had to stand with her legs wide open to allow Darcy’s head to move into position there. She could feel her panties growing wet as she sensed Darcy's nose and mouth near her sex.

Darcy was not doing much better. He breathed in her womanly scent, and he could feel the heat of her body rising through the fabric of her dress. The bottle was so close to her apex that he practically had to touch her there, in order to reach the opening of the bottle. After attempting several angles, he finally managed to stick the marshmallow into the opening.

Thrusting it down into the bottle itself posed more of a challenge. His tongue seemed to have developed a will of its own. It wanted to thrust upward toward her hot entrance, instead of down to the bottle. In the end, the tongue won over the mind, sliding over the fabric and across her secret entrance. He could imagine her lips separating under the relentless pressure of his tongue...

“What are you doing?” Elizabeth was shocked by his move and backed away, which sent him stumbling to sit on the ground. As if in slow motion, Elizabeth saw the marshmallow drop down from the opening of the bottle onto the ground.

“Damn! We’ll have to start all over again.”

Luckily, other contestants were not doing very well, either. At the end of the game, it was the team of Charles and Jane that lost the round, as Charles had been so distracted by Jane’s body that he’d dropped most of the marshmallows anywhere except inside the bottle. They were then treated to a torture: he had to do 20 push-ups with Jane riding on his back.

Another silly game was played, to conclude the second day of shooting. At the end of the day, Bill and Caroline won and were granted a mud spa. Charles and Jane lost and were treated to their final torture, with Charles jumping rope with Jane riding on his front – this time until they reached 50 jumps non-stop. Charles had no complaint, as he enjoyed shaking with Jane very much.

***

When Darcy entered the dining room, he was relieved to see that Caroline was not there. He gave Elizabeth a hot gaze. She was sitting with Jane and Charlotte again.

Richard greeted him. “Darcy, did you hear about Caroline?”

“What about her?”

“She had an accident in the mud spa, and the production company is taking her back to the mainland for emergency treatment.”

“I hope it’s not serious. Bingley, didn’t you want to go with her?”

“No, apparently she just needs the attentions of a plastic surgeon for a few hours.”

“A plastic surgeon?”

“Yes, it seems that one of her false body parts couldn’t stand the heat in the mud spa.” Richard winked and burst out laughing, “Sorry, Bingley. No offence to your sister, but I never knew fake breasts were so delicate. My medical knowledge seems to be seriously lacking. It’s just that I can imagine your response on seeing her with two different sizes.” With that, he turned aside to talk to Collins.

Most of the people around the table tried not to laugh, but they all had silly grins on their faces, even Bingley. The dinner atmosphere was much better without Caroline there, except for the constant fawning of Collins over Elizabeth.

When the dinner was finished, Darcy thought he might be doomed to another wasted day with no chance to talk to Elizabeth. Charlotte seemed to prefer talking to Collins more than Richard, tonight. She distracted Collins to the pool area but, unfortunately, Richard had Elizabeth’s attention. Darcy, however, was not going to give up so easily, so he followed them toward the beach.

He was jealous of the easy manner in which they joked, teased and chatted. Why is it that she does nothing but challenge me, when we were together? We never converse comfortably. Damn Richard! Always chatting up pretty girls and leaving them!  His mood became darker and darker as they progressed further down the beach.

When Richard playfully splashed some water on Elizabeth, dampening her sundress and making her squeal and retaliate, Darcy found that he had had enough. After several frustrating days, seeing Richard flirting with his Elizabeth was simply too much. He grunted a good night and stormed off to his bungalow, refusing to become a third wheel

He took another cold shower, to cool down all his violent thoughts about Elizabeth and Richard, but instead found himself recalling the scenes of the past two days, just Elizabeth and him alone, he with all the liberty in the world to kiss, bite, lick and fondle her naked body.

Not surprisingly, the cold shower didn’t do much to lessen his arousal. He stalked out of the bathroom in a foul temper, naked and erect, only to come face-to-face with Elizabeth, who was tapping on the open balcony door and already had one foot in his room.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened like saucers upon seeing his raging asset. She opened her mouth and stuttered, “You… You said… you… wanted to talk, but you ran… off so suddenly from Richard and me…and so I…I…”

On hearing Richard’s name, Darcy's violent emotions returned in full force. He pulled Elizabeth into the room, slammed the door shut, and pressed her against the glass with a scorching kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, pushing in and out, imitating the action he longed to apply her other entrance.

Elizabeth was unprepared for his violent reaction, but her body welcomed his rough ministrations. She wrapped her arms around his neck and used her tongue to play aggressively with his.

His hands tore open her damp, front-opening sundress, sending buttons flying. He then flipped open her bra, the better to fondle her twin peaks. Matching the thrusting rhythm of his tongue, his hands squeezed both of her breasts, hard and then softly.