Yes Sir

by Cassandra Bloom

  She must have drifted off, because she woke to a twinkled notification on her phone. She swept her finger across the screen. Prince Said requests your presence in the forward cabin.

  Eleven o’clock. The rest of the staff would be in bed. The whole ship rested in peace and quiet. She pushed herself up on her arms, but when she leaned over on her butt, she sat down on the plug. She couldn’t move without stimulating herself one way or the other. She let out a slow breath through pursed lips and shuddered. Her cheeks and forehead glowed with warmth .

  She heaved herself onto her feet and steadied herself against the wall. Just one more walk down the companionway, and she could collapse. She got to the door and let herself out of the room.

  She tiptoed down the companionway. The bodyguard was still there. She tapped on the door and heard the familiar greeting. “Come in.”

  Chapter 5

  Veronica rolled over and extended her hand across the bed. The Prince wasn’t there. Dull grey light streamed through the hatches in the conservatory. She blinked her eyes open and looked around the room. Where was he?

  She sat up. She had a full day’s work ahead of her. She had to get out of this room and up on deck before any of the staff saw her come out of that cabin. If anyone saw her, the jig was up .

  She didn’t have the butt plug in anymore. The Prince took that out sometime during the night. She got into her clothes and hurried out of the room. The bodyguard wasn’t there, either. He must be with the Prince in another part of the ship.

  She heard the chef banging around in the galley, but none of the other staff were up. She made her way back to her quarters and dove into the shower. The hot water cascaded over her head and brought her back to her senses.

  The cold, clear reality of morning rushed back in all its complexity. Without that butt plug inside her, she went back to being the crisp, motivated manager she was before Prince Said came on board. She cataloged her daily tasks in her mind. She had all her usual duties looking out for guests on board. Prince Said was the only guest on board at the moment, but he could call her up at any time. He might want her to spend a lot of time in his room today, and she still had all the preparations for the party tomorrow night.

  He kept her awake all night with his demands. Every time she started to drift off, he took her again — from behind, from the front, in her mouth, with his tongue between her legs. He had her cunt, her ass, her mouth, in every conceivable combination. He told her when to get on her knees and when to lie on her back. He held her sitting up on his lap, and he bucked up into her when she lay on her back across his chest.

  She never knew so many sexual positions existed, but she would do exactly what he said. She accepted when he duct taped her mouth shut to stop her screaming. She let him hold her hands behind her back, and she begged him to call her the most vile names under the sun.

  Through it all, he never once kissed her on the lips. She could think of a dozen reasons why, but she longed for that most simple tenderness from him to counteract his rough treatment. If only she knew she mattered to him, that she wasn’t just another convenient piece of ass, she could give herself to him all the more willingly.

  Th e woman in Prince Said’s cabin was someone so far away from her real self Veronica could barely believe they were the same person. She would never submit herself to a man like that. She had far too much self-respect. She was a professional woman with a promising career.

  The only time she betrayed herself was when she thought about seeing the Prince again. Would he call her into his cabin again tonight? Was last night just a roll in the hay before they both went on their merry way? He certainly wouldn’t acknowledge her in front of his dinner guests.

  She got out of the shower and toweled off her hair. Once she got her uniform on, she went about her day with hardly a thought about him. She had to think twice when she sat down. Her ass was still sore from his thick member, but the dull ache made her pussy tingle with excitement. She never thought anal sex could feel so good. He made it exciting and enjoyable, just as she enjoyed obeying him in all things.

  She organized the chef and the bartender with everything they needed. She handled emergencies when the chef realized she didn’t have everything she needed for the devil’s food cake. She sent the chopper pilot up to Makassar to pick up the cinnamon and gave the chef a dressing down for botch ing her food order before they left Singapore.

  She had a detailed discussion with Tim about the flowers before they both decided to have the chopper pilot pick up their order in Makassar while he was there. After that, she spent her time organizing and managing the rest of the staff. She ended up in her office with the stores inventory on her computer screen when her phone recalled her to the Prince’s cabin.

  Her heart skipped a beat. Should she be thrilled, or scared, or annoyed at him for interrupting her work day? Her work day entailed serving his needs, didn’t it? She closed her computer and made her way back to the cabin, but when she stepped inside, she saw no one there. The bodyguard was nowhere in sight, either.

  She went back to the salon and found Harvey, the young Kiwi bartender, setting out the extra glasses. “Hey, Harvey, have you seen Prince Said?”

  “He was down here an hour ago getting another Tanqueray and tonic, but not since then.”

  Veronica frowned. Then she looked back at her phone. Prince Said requests your presence in the forward cabin. He requested her presence in the forward cabin, s o that’s where he must want her, even if he wasn’t there.

  She went back there, but it was still empty. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she lay back and gazed up at the sky through the hatches. Her eyes drifted closed, and her hands drifted down to her body. Without really meaning to, she massaged her breasts. She slid her hands down to her belly and shoved her fingers into the waistband of her skirt.

  She found her panties wet down between her legs. She would get herself ready for him when he did come. She dabbed one finger into her saturated pussy and squished against her G spot. Her passion exploded to life. Her pussy twitched for something thick and deep inside it when that rumbling voice startled her upright, “What do you think you’re doing?”

  She gasped for breath. “Your Majesty!”

  He glared at her. “You were playing with yourself, Veronica. I expressly forbade you to do that.”

  “I thought you wanted me to....sir. I thought you called me here to....I didn’t know...”

  “I didn’t want you to. I called you here to discuss the party, not to find you masturbating on my bed. Now stand up.”

  She rocketed to her feet. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

  He paced back and forth in front of her. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Veronica. You will do what I tell you to and not what I don’t tell you to do. You will speak when spoken to and refrain from offering unsolicited information.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “How can I believe it will never happen again, when you intruded on my personal space this time?”

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Stop saying that. Do you think I care if you’re sorry?”

  She started so say she was sorry again, but she stopped herself in time. She stood silent and waited for him to say whatever he wanted to say to her.

  He walked back the other way to the conservatory. He looked around the room and up at the sky before he came back. Veronica’s nerves stretched to their limit. He would surely punish her now, and he already said this punishment would be much worse than the last one.

  He stopped in front of her and measured her with his eyes. When he spoke, he startled her by keeping his voice low in a confidential murmur. “I want you to stay by my side at the party tomorrow night. I want you to stand next to my chair.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  His eyes darted to her face, and he smiled. “You say ‘y es, sir ’ ,
but I don’t think you realize what you’re saying ‘ yes, sir ’ , to . I’ll send down a gown for you to wear that will show off your assets, so everyone knows what I’m getting with my booking on this yacht.” He scanned her up and down, dwelling with particular interest on her hips and breasts.

  She stared up at him. “Sir, I’m supposed to wear my uniform.”

  His voice lashed her harder than his belt ever did. “You’re supposed to do what I tell you to do. If I say you will stand next to my chair stark naked, you’ll do it and enjoy it. Do you understand me? You exist to serve me and obey me, but never mind. You’ll like the gown. You’ll like everyone knowing I own you.”

  “What about the staff?” She forgot to say sir.

  He didn’t appear to notice her slip-up. “None of the staff will see you except Tim and Harvey. Somehow, I don’t think they’ll mind seeing you like that.”

  Veronica’s mind whirled. Tim was thirty-six and gay as a summer morning . If he noticed her dress at all, he would take the situation with a grain of salt. He probably thought she was giving herself to all the guests all along.

  Harvey was a different kettle of fish. He was twenty-five, straight off a remote New Zealand farm . Veronica caught him checking her out more than once. He would go out of his mind if he saw her in a revealing dress. If he suspected she gave herself to Prince Said, or any other guest, he would move in like the shark he was.

  At least she wouldn’t see either of them again after she left the ship in Honolulu — not unless she decided to come back. By ordering her to present herself in a revealing dress and stand next to his chair for all the world t o see, he basically barred her from ever coming back. Word would spread back to the ship’s owners. They would never re-hire her.

  She never considered flouting his order. He wanted her at his side with her assets displayed, and that’s what he would get. What sort of dress did he have in mind? She could only wait and wonder.

  He moved closer and his breath hissed in her ear. He ran his hand around her hip and squeezed her ass. His fingers trailed between her butt cheeks. “How’s my pussy today? Are you sore back there?”

  “Yes, sir, but it’s okay.”

  “Do you get turned on, thinking about me fucking you last night?”

  She croaked through her parched throat. “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you want me to bend you over again right now?”

  “Oh, please, sir. Please bend me over.”

  He spun her around and tossed her down on the bed. He burrowed under her skirt with one hand. The other landed with a sharp slap across her ass. “Bad girl! You bad girl!

  She cried out in alarm, but the next minute, he pulled her to her feet. He rubbed her stinging ass and gave it another tender pat. “Not just now, Veronica. You have work to do for me, so run along. Maybe later, if you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, I’ll let you suck my cock.”

  “Yes, sir.” She slunk out of the room.

  Chapter 6

  She raced along the companionway. She couldn’t bear this any longer. She ran to her room and bolted the door behind her. She dove under the covers and pulled them over her head.

  She had to play with herself. She had to please herself, to get some relief from this maddening desire before she went back out and faced the staff. All the confusing emotions and experiences of the last twenty-four hours overwhelmed her. She couldn’t wait for the Prince to be ready to please her. She had to do it herself, right now.

  She shoved both hands under her waistband and down inside her panties. She was wetter than ever after he fingered and spanked her. She spread her lips with two fingers and touched her clitoris with the other.

  The blankets suffocated her, so she stuck her head out to catch a breath of fresh air when her eye fell on a sheaf of clear plastic hanging next to the porthole. She froze in place. Her eyes skated down the shimmery silver form underneath. The neckline plunged almost to the waist. The back hung open, all the way around to sides. A slit up the skirt exposed the leg all the way up to the hip.

  She couldn’t. She just couldn’t face people wearing a dress like that. He couldn’t be serious about making her wear that in front of anyone.

  She yanked her hands free and jumped out of bed. In a heartbeat, she crossed the room and seized the dress from its hook. One look through the plastic showed her everything she needed to see. It was far more revealing than she ever imagined.

  How did he get it into her private room? She didn’t have to ask. Any of the staff would do it for him. He probably gave Tim a fat tip to hang it here.

  The dress fell out of her hand and crumpled to the floor. She fled from the room, she knew not where. She found her way back up to the salon. There was Harvey standing behind the bar.

  The instant she met his gaze, she saw herself in that dress. He smiled at her. “Hello, Ronnie. Did you find Prince Said?”

  Brother, did she ever find him! Harvey undressed her with his eyes every time he looked at her. He gazed at her breasts stretching her shirt buttons against their buttonholes and her cleavage between her lapels. He caressed her hips and ass with loving glances.

  She knew already what he was thinking. He wanted to stroke his stiff cock between her tits and poke the tip into her mouth with every stroke. He wanted to bend her over and smack her tight ass the way Prince Said did. He wanted to lick her wet pussy and ride her like a pony.

  She couldn’t let him see her in that dress. She couldn’t let him leer at her from behind the bar while Prince Said introduced her to his guests. She couldn’t let Harvey stare in drooling desire while Prince Said petted her ass and trailed his hands up her thighs under that skirt to finger her dripping pussy.

  She hurried away. The only place she could find sanctuary was in her own office, but when she got there, she stopped dead in her tracks. There was Prince Said, loung ing in the chair opposite her work station. He gave her a benevolent smile when she appeared.

  His face could change with the flickering shadows. One minute, he bestowed that glorious smile of genuine approval and consideration. The next minute, he glared at her with the predatory malice of a marauding beast. He gnashed his teeth and menaced her with his hands and body.

  Right now, he was all nice and cuddly. She couldn’t let that facade fool her. She went around her desk to her chair, but she didn’t dare sit down. He hadn’t given her permission yet. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?”

  He broke into a grin. “I like it when you say that. Most of the time, it annoys me, but from you, it sounds perfect. I can imagine you on your knees in front of me, looking up at me with those big, dark eyes of yours.”

  She waited. He hadn’t asked her a question.

  He sat forward in the chair. “Actually, I came to check how the party preparations are going.”

  “Everything is going according to schedule, sir — or would you prefer I call you Your Majesty?”

  She asked without a hint of irony. She merely wanted to know his preference so she could serve his needs. That’s all she was to him anymore, a servant.

  “I’ll leave that to your discretion, Veronica. You can call me either one, depending on your evaluation of what’s most appropriate at the moment.”

  “Is there anything you’d like to tell me about the preparations, sir? Do you have any input to give me, or would you like me to tell you what plans we’ve made so far?”

  “No, I prefer you to surprise me with your expertise and your talent as a hostess. Did you receive the dress?”

  She stared down at the desk. “Yes, sir.”

  “What did you think?”

  “I think, sir, it will show off my assets very well.”

  “You bet it will. I picked that dress out myself.”

  “Sir? Did you bring that dress on board with you?”

  “Of course not. You saw what I brought on board with me. I ordered it online.”

  “How did you pick it up?”

  “Your chopper pilot picked it up for
me, but I can see this conversation is bordering on the inappropriate. You’re forgetting your manners.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He rocked the chair back and crossed his ankle over his knee. “You know, Veronica, for someone who hasn’t given herself to any other guest on this ship, I’m surprised at your responsiveness. I didn’t expect you to behave as well as you have.”

  “I’m glad you’re pleased with my service, sir.”

  He chewed something inside his mouth with his lips closed. “Is that all you have to say for yourself?”

  “Your Majesty is always telling me not to speak out of turn and not to offer unsolicited information about myself. I’m sure Your Majesty will tell me when I have something to say for myself.”

  His face cracked in a wry grin, but his eyes took on that fierce glint that warned his mood could change in the blink of an eye. “Good girl.”

  She dared steal a glance at his face. “Did Your Majesty come here for anything else, or just updated information?”

  His voice cut like a knife. “What are you offering? Are you suggesting I get you down on your knees and make you beg Your Majesty to shove his cock in your mouth? Is that what you wish I came here for? Maybe you’d like me to push you back in your chair and fuck you right now. Is that what you’d like?”

  “Your Majesty knows I would like it, but if Your Majesty came here for casual information, I wouldn’t presume to make advances.”

  “Good. I didn’t come here for anything other than casual information, except to see you squirm, and I can see you’re doing that very well. I can imagine you squirming in that dress.”

  “I won’t squirm, sir. If you tell me to stand there, I will.”

  He twirled a paperclip in his hand. “Do you know, I was just standing at the bar a few minutes ago, talking to Harvey. He’s very sweet on you. I guess you know that.”