Indecent Cravings: Part Three

by S. K. Cross

  I lock eyes with him. Same mildly amused half-smile. Damn that man.

  I kick my dance up to “full stripper,” even though I have nothing to strip. I wonder if anyone can tell. A quick glance to the faces around me, including the sudden migration of guys, confirms that yes they can.

  This should be disturbing to me, but I’m excited to be naked in front of this crowd.

  I see the guy who was going to use the stage walking away to my left. Buh-bye.

  I stick my ass out in a move the choreographer showed me, then glance over at Lukas. He seems to like that. His smile is a little more pronounced.

  I’ll get you to smile big, buddy!

  Then I’m into a gyrating routine that causes the woman in the yellow hat to shout, “Oh my! Let’s go!” as she drags her poor husband away.

  Lukas Thorn’s eyes are transfixed on me as I attempt a move that it took me three days to master. A short leap, a half-handstand, and onto my back with my legs tucked up to my chin in a tight little spin.

  If I time it correctly, my pussy and asshole should be open and on display directed straight at him, even though they’ve been disguised well. Although, I think even the great Karl Werz isn’t going to be able to hide the fact that I’m naked when I’m in that tight fetal position on my back.

  As I stop spinning, my face is aligned with my crotch to his face perfectly. From my viewpoint, his chin rests on my pussy.

  As it should.

  Then, I leap up to applause and take a bow.

  “This is my reward,” says Lukas Thorn. “Watching you dance like this for me is greater than any pleasure I could ever know.”

  Next thing I know, there’s a whistle being blown and the crowd is parting.

  Uh-oh.

  It’s those British police officers with their little sticks. They’re being led by the guy who was supposed to occupy the stage right now.

  If I weren’t committing a lewd act in public, I would laugh.

  However, I don’t really want to go to jail. Especially a non-American jail.

  I glare at Lukas. He’s taking it all in, the smile gone.

  Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. What do I do?

  Lukas looks directly at me and speaks into the transmitter. “Take a deep breath and hold it,” he says. “Fill your lungs with air and hold your breath.”

  I do as I’m told just in time, finishing my inhale as I see a big white flowing blur heading toward me. Oh shit, it’s Lukas. He leaps up and crashes into me, propelling me into the air backwards, over the dock wall behind me and into the water.

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  My senses explode from the impact of being on stage in front of a crowd one second, then submerged into seawater the next.

  Just like that night on Miami Beach two weeks ago, I’m lifted from behind again, this time a hand across my face. I’m dragged upward into the air.

  “I got you,” says Lukas. “Take another deep breath.”

  I inhale, and then he plunges us down and backward into the water again.

  I feel myself dragged, then raised above the water line again.

  I breathe and open my eyes.

  We’re alongside the dock wall, holding on to wooden pylons. I can hear people above us.

  “Come back up here!” says a voice in a British accent. “This is the police!”

  Lukas, his hair magnificently wet, smiles at me totally unfazed. He removes his white shirt and lets it drift away in the water.

  Oh God, his muscles are amazing!

  “Are you a good swimmer?” he says.

  “Like a fish.”

  “Good. That boat.” He motions to a cabin cruiser moored about a hundred yards away. “Let’s get under it without coming up for air. Ready?”

  I nod.

  We both hold our breath and go down.

  I swim my heart out toward the boat, the flickering shadow of Lukas beside me in the dim underwater light.

  In a few seconds, we’re at the boat. I’m about to stick my head above the surface, but he grabs my hand and pulls me under the boat to the other side.

  Lukas peers around the bow at the dock. I squeeze up next to him wrapping my arm around his chest. I look back at the dock just over the outline of his shoulder.

  While I’m here I lick it softly. Why not, right?

  Three police officers are shining bright lights across the water. Good thing Lukas dragged me over to this side. If I had emerged on the other side of the boat, the light would be shining right on me.

  Lukas turns and looks behind us. There is another similar cabin cruiser another hundred yards behind us.

  “Next boat,” he says. “Same thing.”

  “Okay.”

  My smile must be huge because he smiles back.

  Gotcha! Made you smile big, you dark, beautiful god!

  I really don’t care if he tells me we’re going to swim to the next thousand boats. This is too much fun. Hell, I’ll swim all the way back to Miami. Fine by me, as long as this man is by my side.

  A big inhale and down we go.

  At the next boat, we both come up on the far side and check the situation. A police boat with a big searchlight has entered the small harbor from the ocean side.

  Damn. The boat must have been close by, and the cops on the dock radioed him.

  I feel like I’m in a movie. I’m glad the only offense was a little public lewdness, though. A deviant part of my brain laughs at the thought of my mother seeing it in the paper. Not that she would ever read anything from down here.

  Lukas turns and glances over to his right. Maybe a hundred yards behind him is a huge yacht. I’m talking billionaire huge, with a big round Art Deco window with slatted jalousies just like one of the neighboring buildings on James Avenue near the Redmond Apts.

  “One more,” he says. “Far side of that one. Ready?” I nod and inhale. “Go!”

  This is the farthest swim yet.

  My muscles are aching by the time we reach the far side of this monstrous beast.

  Once we emerge on the far side, Lukas looks at me and makes the shhhh signal with his finger. I nod, feeling like a little kid playing hide and seek.

  I follow him as he swims toward a ladder.

  Yes, the yacht is big enough to require a ladder. I told you it was rich.

  Lukas turns and looks at me, then nods toward the ladder. He climbs up it.

  Shit, really? Are we really going to sneak onto some rich person’s yacht?

  Whatever. I follow commands. It’s what I do.

  As I climb, I notice my arms have returned to normal skin color.

  Shit, the salt water has washed away the body paint completely.

  Now, I’m just a naked girl who could lose a few pounds.

  Fuck.

  Hope that doesn’t disturb the magic.

  Lukas doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy trying to be invisible as he hits the deck. The first thing I notice as I join him is that his feet are bare. He must have ditched his shoes in the water.

  He grabs me by the waist and pulls me down onto the deck of the boat.

  Shit, it’s big. We’re on one of those outdoor corridors surrounding the living area. A warm glow emanates from inside the jalousies.

  As we lay huddled on the deck, I make a silent prayer for this moment to last forever. Not only am I with a man most women couldn’t even begin to fantasize about . . . a man who has repeatedly told me I’m stunning . . . I’m in the middle of an adventure that has my adrenaline pumping all over the place.

  Not only am I being pursued by the local Bahamian police, I’m also sneaking onto some billionaire’s yacht.

  Fuck it.

  If I go to jail, I go to jail. What girl gets to live this adventure? Really, what girl?

  After a minute or two of assuring himself that we have sneaked aboard without being noticed, Lukas grabs my hand and motions for me to follow him. Ducked down, we travel the length of the large boat to an opening in the cabin area.

  He
presses me up against the wall as we stand up. He peers around the corner of a corridor.

  I assume there is nobody there because he drags me down it. Now we’re way deep inside this yacht, in a hallway that looks just like any hallway in any house with bedroom doors on all sides.

  Stealthily, like he’s done this a hundred times, Lukas Thorn looks around, his muscles flexing, as he tests the handle of one of the slatted wood-stained doors. It opens.

  He only opens it an inch, and then peers inside.

  Apparently satisfied, he pushes the door open and drags me inside. Once we’re in, he sticks his head out and looks around. Then, he ducks back in and silently closes the door, locking it behind us.

  We’re in a stateroom that’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen on a boat. The bed in the middle is vast.

  He rips the covers off the bed and tosses them onto the floor.

  “On the bed,” he says in an even tone. “On your back.”

  “If it pleases you, Director.”

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  He expertly scrunches up the sheets into a makeshift rope. “Hands over your head.”

  My pussy jumps to life. “If it pleases you, Director.”

  Then, he ties my hands together, binding the sheets to large hooks on the wall. He removes a pillowcase and uses it to bind my feet together. He takes another one and ties it around my mouth, effectively gagging me.

  He jumps . . . no, leaps is a better word . . . on top of me.

  Lukas Thorn spends a good solid minute looking down into my eyes. The electric connection is almost unbearably intense at this close range.

  At that moment, the police boat moves alongside us. The red and blue lights flash as the low rumble of the outboards chug by.

  “Shhhh,” says Lukas, never breaking the stare. “It will pass. Nobody saw us.”

  The surreal strobe flashes catch his eyes, making him vampire-like in the darkness as his hard body presses into me. The wispy ends of his hair, still wet from the water, fall forward in messy dangles.

  The rumbling passes and the lights fade.

  Soon, we’re back in near-darkness.

  But it’s more than that. So much more than that. The way he looks at me. The way he commands me.

  “You’re mine now,” he growls. “You dirty girl.”

  I squirm and grunt as I bite down on the makeshift gag, his hardness pressing into my naked crotch.

  He snaps his head down to my neck with a lick that causes my entire body to buck upward, like it’s trying to fuse with him completely.

  I grunt louder.

  “Shhhhhh,” he says.

  Right. We’re on somebody else’s boat. I forgot. That’s going to be tough.

  He moves back to my face and plants his roughly on my mouth. He bites my lower lip, dragging it with his teeth while growling.

  I buck again. Can’t help it.

  He lets go of my lip. “Do you want to get fucked, dirty girl?”

  I nod yes while making a mmm-hmm sound. I try not to be loud, but it’s difficult. I want to scream Mmm-hmm! as loud as I can . . . because I never meant it as much before.

  “So beautiful,” he says as his hands move down to my breasts, stroking my fully-hard nipples lightly. “Such a beautiful body.”

  His hand grazes my body all the way down to my crotch. His fingers dance all over my folds.

  Yep, I grunt again. You knew I would. I can’t help it.

  “Shhhh,” he says again, his fingers working their magic.

  Seriously, how does he expect me not to make a sound? This is too much!

  “Now remember, you may not come until instructed so. Nod.”

  I nod.

  “Remember, I took control of your orgasms. They are mine. I own them, just like I own this pussy.”

  A finger slides up inside me.

  Oh!

  He lightly tussles the head of my clit with his thumb as his finger . . . I’m betting his middle one . . . curls up inside me and hits the spot.

  Gah!

  Oh fuck!

  Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

  My body bucks in a full convulsion at that, but doesn’t come.

  “See?” he says. “I own your pussy. It is mine. It does as I say. It’s my toy.”

  He curls his finger and presses upward into the spot again.

  Oh fuck!

  I growl under the gag.

  He laughs. The fucking bastard laughs.

  “Torture, isn’t it? Not allowed to come and yet so turned on?”

  I nod.

  Then I feel another finger move past my pussy and down to my asshole. He taps on my backdoor.

  Uh-oh.

  Am I ready for this?

  I want this. I already told you. I’m just not sure if I’m ready.

  As he works his magic on my pussy, the smaller finger . . . pinky, maybe . . . draws little lines back there.

  God, he’s doing it again, like at Lorena’s party. He’s playing me like a musical instrument.

  He’s just hitting a lower note now, the smaller finger pressing inward a little more.

  Then his hand is gone. He’s doing something with his fingers.

  Oh, right. He’s using my pussy juice as lube.

  His hand returns with a flourish, another tap to the head of my clit and another curl inside.

  Ah!

  Fuck!

  And another tap to my asshole.

  Then, the strangest feeling ever.

  I mean, I’ve had stuff up there. I’ve fingered myself while watching porn, sure. I mean, when you see those girls enjoying it so much, you gotta try.

  I usually forgot about it as I came from stroking my pussy, though.

  However, this is completely different.

  When someone else is doing the anal invading, it’s a totally different feeling. You have no clue what’s going to happen next because you’re not in charge of it.

  I buck and grunt again.

  Ooooh, so close to launching that time! So close.

  But just like he commanded, I can’t fully get there.

  God, what if he never lets me get there? What will happen? The way I feel right now, I think I will just die.

  I can see it on my toe tag now. Cause of death: orgasm denial.

  Then his little finger parts my sphincter and presses upward inside me.

  Oh God!

  Deep inside me.

  Oh God!

  This is weird.

  So far so good. I think I kind of like it. Not too different from when I experimented back there.

  Then he slides his finger back outward, while hitting my spot again with his other one.

  I come closer than I have ever come to coming, but without coming.

  This is amazing! It’s like he has complete control of me. Wait, he does have complete control of me!

  Oh wow, I’ve fulfilled my mission, haven’t I?

  Look, Lorena! Control. I’ve granted him complete control. It worked. It totally worked! Just like you said it would!

  Wait, what is that sensation I’m feeling now?

  Oh, it’s his little finger moving in and out of my asshole. I’ve adapted. God, I kind of like it.

  “You haven’t had anal,” he says. I turn and look at him. I shake my head. “That needs to change.”

  The expression on my face must give away my fear. That’s a beast of a cock. I don’t think I’m ready to take that up my ass tonight.

  “Don’t worry,” he says. “Not now. But anal is my preference. If you’re going to be my property, you’re going to learn to love anal, to beg for it, and to come from anal only. You will eventually prefer it as well.”

  What? Really? I sense my eyes bugging out of my head.

  “Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll begin training as soon as we get back to Miami. I’ve decided to make you my trainee. If you prove yourself worthy, then you will become one of my private submissives.”

  One? Did he say one, as in “one of?” What? Ther
e are others?

  Before I have time to think too deeply about any of this, he says as he leans back, steps off the bed, and undoes his pants all in one motion, “But now it’s time for you to get fucked. Fucked hard.”

  Yeah, that phrase will pretty much make me forget about any thought.

  The pants come down, revealing my reward from earlier. Hello, old friend. Come inside me.

  He walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer, and fumbles around.

  What is he doing?

  Then, he closes the drawer. I hear a plastic package being opened!

  Oooooh, I am going to get fucked!

  Finally!

  Oh God, finally!

  He tears the condom packet with his teeth and wraps it on his cock.

  Then he’s back on top of me, his full, raw naked power so fervidly hot as he stares down into my soul.

  His hand abruptly goes around my neck. He exerts a little pressure.

  “You’re mine, dirty girl,” he says, his voice like a creature from the dark depths. “I will take you as I please and you will love it.”

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  I’m breathing heavily now, grunting under the gag, my body squirming, trying its best to tell him how much it wants, it needs to be fucked right now.

  He licks my cheek, then releases my neck. He taps my other cheek with the back of his hand lightly. Then he lets one finger fall down underneath my chin.

  Then he takes the head of his cock and presses it up and down over my pussy.

  I’m bucking hard now. He matches the speed of my bucks with his strokes.

  This really is torture. He’s hitting my clit just right, sending me to the edge again.

  He laughs again.

  “I love control,” he says. “I love controlling you. You can’t come. You really can’t come.”

  I growl into the gag.

  He rises to an inch above my face. His look is brutal.

  “You won’t come until I’ve fucked you like I want to fuck you! Time to take my pleasure!”

  I drift into space. I think my eyes roll into my head as his tip penetrates me. He goes slow, thank god.

  Holy fuck!

  Ho.

  Ly.

  Fucking.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.