Through the sliding-glass door leading onto the balcony beyond him, I could see breakers wash over the white sands of the beach as gulls wheeled overhead, against an azure sky. I could almost smell the salt of the sea.

This is the life to which I'm signing on, if I became Mr. Porter's business and domestic partner, I thought.

The wrought-iron rail at the edge of the balcony superimposed itself upon the shore, the water, and the sky, as I knelt on the carpet by the side of the bed. I turned my attention to the rigid, standing cock jutting from Mr. Porter's groin. It was as huge—and as magnificent—as...