Amazon Slave

by Lisette Ashton

  ‘I honestly don’t believe you,’ he said, when their kiss eventually broke. ‘You don’t just enjoy being servile, you love it, don’t you?’

  Reluctantly, she nodded.

  ‘So, why did you feel the need to avenge yourself?’ His temper, always on a short fuse, was burning at a furious pace.

  ‘I prefer being in control,’ she told him simply.

  ‘Bullshit!’ he snorted.

  She ignored his expletive. ‘I’ve tried both sides of the coin,’ she explained. ‘I’ve had my arse whipped and I’ve drunk piss at your command. Admittedly, I loved both of those things. But I’ve also held the cane. I’ve tasted the power and I loved that even more.’

  He considered her doubtfully. ‘You’re not the type to be dominant,’ he said, not sounding certain of the words even as he spoke them.

  She grunted dry laughter. ‘Really? I’ve managed to get you in a rage over three dozen sheets of paper. I was in control when I did that.’

  His sullen glare was not enough to mask the dull light of admiration that began to grow in his eyes. ‘But you enjoy submitting,’ he reminded her. ‘Aren’t you going to miss that?’

  She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. ‘I think I can live without it. If I win this contract, I’ll be going back to England a wealthy woman. Roderick and Judy will continue to do exactly as I say. I think I’ll have everything I want in life.’

  ‘I doubt it,’ he said bitterly.

  She turned on him with a questioning expression. ‘And what do you think I’ll be missing?’

  ‘This,’ he replied flatly. He grabbed her arms again and pushed her down, towards the chair. She fell awkwardly but managed to remain silent, save for a shocked gasp. Even though it was only a small sound, she glanced nervously at the bedroom door, fearful that Roderick would come bursting through.

  With her attention distracted, the captain grabbed twin fistful’s of her hair. He pulled her head back sharply before releasing the tresses.

  This time it took a lot more effort for Emily to stifle her cries. Her fingernails pressed into the soft pad of flesh above the ball of her thumb. As the desire to cry out increased, she pressed her fingers harder, wilfully resisting the urge.

  He was pressing himself forcefully against her. She could feel the hardness of his erection and she knew he was as excited as she was. His fingers went to her breasts and he squeezed the orbs roughly.

  With his mouth close to her ear he whispered softly. His warm breath tickling the flesh of her neck as he spoke. ‘Without me,’ he told her, ‘you’re going to miss the thrill of being properly dominated.’

  ‘I’ll learn to live without it,’ she told him defiantly.

  He released her angrily, a frown of foreboding contempt creasing his brow. ‘I doubt you’ll think of it as living,’ he replied. ‘But it’s your choice. We can say our goodbyes over dinner this evening.’ He climbed from the chair and moved towards the door. ‘I think it will be the last meal we share together,’ he said calmly.

  Emily glared at him as he stamped towards the door. ‘I hope it is,’ she said thickly as he disappeared from sight. Easing herself from the chair she went to the door and called after him. ‘I hope I never have to see you again after tonight, you lousy bastard. I hope I never see you again.’ Echoing along the empty corridor behind him, the words had a hollow ring.

  ‘Are you all right?’ Roderick asked, appearing by her side.

  She grinned unhappily at him. ‘I’ll be all right after tonight.’

  * * *

  The words occurred to her again later that evening as she was about to board the Amazon Maiden. The party was in full swing by the time the three of them arrived at the boat. An angry blood-orange sun was slowly falling beyond the horizon. The sky was a kaleidoscope of rich vibrant colours, ranging from midnight blue in the east to pastel shades of lemon in the west. The handful of clouds that speckled the sky were huge boulders of dusky amaranth granite. Against this backdrop, the stiff white sails and thrusting prow of the Amazon Maiden looked more majestic than ever.

  I’ll be all right after this evening, Emily told herself. She hoped it was true.

  The melodic strains of a gay Tchaikovsky waltz, intermingled with chattering and laughter, bubbled merrily from the open door of the main hatch.

  ‘Emily! You’re here at last!’

  Emily turned to the voice and was pleased to see Dawn rushing along the deck to greet her. She was dressed only in a loose wraparound blouse and a pair of cripplingly high stilettos. Her long tresses were held up this evening, giving her appearance an air of elegance that truly suited her. She rushed towards Emily and embraced her with warm welcoming arms.

  ‘The Captain’s furious with you,’ she whispered softly. ‘I don’t know what you did, but you’ve put him in the foulest mood ever.’

  As though it was done to deliberately contradict her, the sound of the captain’s laughter echoed heartily above the music.

  ‘He sounds like he’s hiding it well,’ Emily observed wryly. She kissed Dawn chastely on the cheek and made quick introductions for the benefit of Roderick and Judy. Linking arms with the two women, she told Judy, ‘Dawn has the most amazing jewellery I’ve ever seen. When we return to England, I’ll be getting something similar for you.’

  Judy whispered a quiet thank you, puzzled by Dawn’s muffled giggles.

  The three women made their way towards the main hatch with Roderick in their wake. Before they could start on the companionway, Captain Wilde appeared from the pilothouse.

  He looked as though he had started the evening in full black tie. However, the heat, and his disregard for formality, had helped his outfit to disintegrate into a pair of long dark trousers and an open shirt. An unfastened bow tie dangled from the open collar.

  ‘You’ve come full circle now, haven’t you?’ he growled, his stony gaze resting firmly on Emily.

  Emily smiled courteously back at him. ‘Good evening, Captain,’ she said softly.

  He held a glass in one hand and drained the amber contents with one long swallow. He casually tossed the glass overboard where it splashed into the river’s fast-flowing waters. ‘You came on board as stowaway to begin with,’ he recalled loudly. ‘Then you came back as member of the crew. Now you’re here as a bloody pirate.’

  Emily tried to ignore his words, wishing she wasn’t blushing so profusely. ‘Are John and Alan here yet?’

  He nodded. ‘Laura and Vincent are entertaining them in the saloon. I trust you’ll go down below and join them.’ He walked past the three women, his baleful glare fixed passionately on Emily.

  ‘Where are you going?’ she asked him sharply.

  The captain placed his hand over Roderick’s wary shoulders. ‘Your friend and I are going to spend a moment out here to make our peace before we join you,’ he explained. ‘In spite of you being invited, I’d like this evening to go well, and that’s not going to happen if Roderick and I are squaring up to one another every two minutes.’

  Emily nodded her approval and took another step towards the companionway. She paused and fixed him with a steely expression. ‘Have they awarded the contract yet?’

  ‘They’re waiting for your arrival,’ he replied briskly. ‘But I wouldn’t get overconfident because of that. I’m sure John’s got something up his sleeve.’

  Emily considered him warily. ‘And, do I have the Captain’s permission to go below deck?’

  He grunted dark laughter. ‘You have the Captain’s permission. And this time, Dawn and Vincent are under strict instructions to count the silverware once you’ve left.’

  Emily ignored the sleight and walked confidently towards the main hatch. If John was waiting for her arrival before announcing who had won the contract, it had to bode well. She allowed Dawn and Judy to climb down to the saloon before she followed them.

  The Tchaikovsy waltz had given way to Rimsky-Korsakov’s Sheherazade. The heady pulsating rhythm of a powerful orchestra filled the room. All four of
the occupants were either undressed or as close to as made no difference. John Masters and Laura were locked in a passionate embrace, their hands and fingers exploring one another fully.

  Alan Thomas sat in one of the chairs, a glass of wine in one hand, a canapé in the other, and Vincent’s head buried between his legs.

  As she climbed into the room, Emily was afforded a view of Vincent’s tongue trailing along the entire length of Alan’s cock. A broad grin of satisfaction had spread across Alan’s face and he rubbed his fingers fondly through the blond man’s hair. He waved acknowledgement to Emily and her companions with his glass of wine.

  ‘Would you like drinks?’ Dawn asked. She directed the question between Emily and Judy.

  ‘Judy will organise them for us,’ Emily said carefully. ‘I’m sure you have duties to attend to.’

  Dawn grinned and nodded. She moved forward and kissed Emily, her small mouth pressing gently against her lips. Blushing softly, she backed away and whispered the words ‘thank you’. Emily watched as Dawn moved towards John and Laura, slipping out of the robe she wore as she neared them. She pressed her naked body against John’s back and stroked her hands along his hips and thighs.

  Sandwiched between the two women, Emily saw a grin of delight twisting John Master’s face. He moved one hand from Laura’s breast and reached behind himself, cupping Dawn’s arse. For the first time, he noticed Emily and a smile of recognition lit his lips. ‘We’ve been waiting for you! Where’s Captain Wilde?’

  She returned his smile. ‘He’s on deck, with Roderick.’ She noticed Alan glance at her when she mentioned Roderick’s name. Her smile broadened.

  ‘We need to talk when he gets here,’ John said.

  ‘Should I fetch him?’ Emily asked.

  He shook his head. His lips brushed softly against Laura’s before speaking. ‘No. We can let the evening take its own course.’

  Laura eased herself from John’s arms, whispering a promise of return in his ear. She moved to Emily’s side and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek. ‘You’ve certainly got my husband in a rage,’ she said, a trace of amusement colouring her tone. ‘Although that’s nothing new for you, is it?’

  Emily glanced at Judy. ‘Why don’t you slip out of that blouse and see if John needs you?’ she suggested quietly. There was enough force in her tone to make Judy realise the words were a command – not a request. She moved quickly towards John Masters, unfastening her blouse as she walked.

  ‘You aren’t mad at me, are you?’

  Laura laughed softly. ‘How on earth could I be mad at you?’ She linked her arm with Emily’s and pressed her naked body close. The swell of her breast touched Emily’s bare arm, triggering a small thrill of pleasure. ‘The Captain and I have been married for fifteen years now,’ she explained quietly. ‘We started playing games like this to spice up our love life, and it’s worked brilliantly. Sex between us has never been better. The only thing that improves it is when my husband gets passionate about something.’ She glanced knowingly at Emily. ‘You’ve managed to make him more passionate than I could ever have believed.’

  Emily grinned. She felt Laura’s hand touching her breast through the flimsy fabric of the body she wore. ‘You’re not angry about the contract then?’

  Laura smiled and shook her head. ‘We won’t collapse into penury if we lose it,’ she explained. ‘The chances are, we’d have more time for sailing, and other such things.’ A wistful smile touched her lips. Speaking as though it was the first time she had considered the idea, she added, ‘In a way, I hope you do win. It would make him so furious he’d be an absolute joy to live with.’

  Emily allowed the woman to kiss her. She felt Laura’s fingers traverse her body with measured curiosity. Her touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure throughout Emily’s body. The heady pulse of Sheherazade continued from the CD player, cocooning her in a warm, luxuriant world of hedonistic opulence.

  Normally, she would have closed her eyes and enjoyed the tactile experiences from the solitary world behind her eyelids. This evening, because there were so many exciting things to see, she glanced around the saloon and watched the others enjoying themselves.

  The sights proved to be a powerful stimulant.

  Alan and Vincent had moved from the chair to the floor. They were both naked, Vincent laying down with Alan kneeling over him. As she watched, Emily saw Alan take Vincent’s length in his mouth. He sucked gently on the swollen purple end, his tongue trailing slowly around the sensitive flesh of Vincent’s fraenum.

  Moaning excitedly, Vincent thrust his mouth forward. He delivered a series of soft kisses to Alan’s arsehole, his tongue sliding purposefully around the puckered rim. Moving upwards, he put his mouth over Alan’s balls and tongued them carefully, before placing his lips at the base of the man’s shaft.

  Excited, the pair groaned in unison.

  Emily felt a thrill of delight as she studied them. She was aware that her arousal was hastened by the sultry touch of Laura’s fingers working their way up her legs. To allow the woman easier access, she parted them slightly. The tingling spark of excitement that stirred the lips of her labia was quickly becoming a demanding pulse that craved satisfaction.

  She switched her gaze from Alan and Vincent, drawn by John’s moans of mounting excitement.

  As she had instructed, Judy had joined John and Dawn. With her pert breasts bared, she knelt before the man and took his length in her mouth. Her tongue worked eagerly on his long shaft, coating the hard erection with a glistening layer of wetness. As she licked him, she stared meekly upwards with her large green eyes.

  Watching her, Emily realised something had changed in the woman’s expression. Before she had boarded the Amazon Maiden, Emily had been aware of a hint of cunning in those emerald eyes. Seeing Judy now, she realised the assertive rebelliousness had gone. It had been replaced by a look of meek servility. Aware that she had brought about that change in the woman, Emily smiled happily to herself.

  John Masters placed his hand firmly on her head and forced her to take his length between her lips. Judy smiled around his cock as she did this. Her gaze remained upturned, as she studied his face for signs of approval.

  Behind John, Dawn was also kneeling. Her hands were gently stroking his legs and abdomen in long, languid caresses. At the same time, she had her mouth pressed between the cheeks of his arse. Although she could not see it, Emily knew the woman would have her tongue buried deep up John’s anus. Her excited moans of enjoyment were muted by his backside, but Emily was close enough to hear them.

  Laura’s fingers teased at the heat between her legs and Emily finally closed her eyes. The excitement of watching the others was too powerful for her to indulge in it for too long. As much as she wanted to share their enjoyment by watching, she realised the urgency of her own arousal needed more practical satisfaction.

  Laura’s mouth went to her breasts and Emily thrilled to the pleasure of having her nipples sucked. The woman teased the sensitive buds of flesh with a careful tongue, inspiring waves of pleasure that seemed to carry on forever. Hardly realising she had moved, Emily felt Laura’s tongue travelling downwards. The skirt she wore was brushed casually aside. Then she felt the intimate exploration of Laura’s eager mouth against the hot, wet cleft of her sex.

  She murmured a soft word of appreciation, keeping her eyes closed as the eruption of joy grew within her. A mouth pressed against hers and she kissed it happily, not knowing or caring who it was. A hand cupped her breast, the thumb brushing roughly against the hard bud of her nipple. She felt a second hand touching her, then a third and a fourth.

  With her eyes closed, Emily was lost in a blissful world of sexual adulation. Fingers, hands, mouths and lips touched, stroked, kissed and caressed her. She could feel the pressure of a cock forcing against her thigh and reached a hand down to carelessly stroke it.

  As Laura continued to tongue the cleft between her legs, Emily sighed happily, indulging herself completely in the
experience. She felt the stirrings of an orgasm rise inside her, triggered by myriad touches and caresses. Her breath deepened as a pair of hands touched her buttocks then pushed softly at the forbidden rim of her anus.

  ‘Wilde! I’m pleased you could join us at last!’ John said cheerfully.

  Emily opened her eyes suddenly. She was not surprised to see Captain Wilde standing over her. His hand cupped her breast and his lips were a whisper away from hers. She studied him calmly, determined that he would see neither contempt nor adulation on her face. ‘I thought it was you,’ she said coolly.

  He raised his eyebrows. ‘Yet you let me continue?’

  She shrugged. ‘You can try to please me all night long if you like. I’ll allow you to do that.’

  Still licking between Emily’s legs, Laura smiled softly as her tongue probed the tender pink flesh.

  Ignoring the darkening frown that crossed the captain’s brow, Emily glanced at Roderick. He too had been caressing her as she stood with her eyes closed. His fingers rested against her buttocks and he pressed soft kisses against her neck. She kissed him softly on the cheek, then pushed him gently away. ‘Why don’t you go and renew your acquaintance with Alan?’ she suggested. She glanced to where Alan and Vincent lay and saw the pair grinning broadly at one another. Their arms lay easily over each other’s shoulders. Rivulets of Alan’s thick white cream coated Vincent’s mouth and lips. Alan was tracing patterns in the wetness with one long, careful finger. In spite of the fact that he had just climaxed, his cock was standing proud.

  Emily heard Roderick swallow nervously. She would have been concerned for him if she had not seen the broad smile of anticipation that crossed his lips.

  He placed a last kiss on her neck and studied her face. ‘Is that what you want me to do?’

  She nodded and grinned at him.

  Without another word, Roderick moved towards Alan and Vincent.

  As Roderick left her, John Masters joined the three of them. His cock was raging hard and Emily saw it was still coated with the wetness Judy had caused. She placed a finger against the swollen tip and stroked it softly. The length twitched appreciatively beneath her touch.