“Just stick to the plan,” While running towards the yacht, she grabbed her lipstick out of her handbag. “Here, your weapon.”
John accepted it, a grin on his face and put his digital camera around his neck. “You’re a sleazy minx!”
Caprice liked working with him, because he was relatively uncomplicated when it came to breaking the rules every once in a while.
“Okay, let’s hide below deck,” she said once they were aboard the yacht. Caprice slipped out of her heels and continued tip toeing barefoot. Phil mustn’t discover her if they wanted her plan to work.
Meg and her girls were on shore having lunch, so that Caprice had the boat to herself. Only one employee had stayed behind on the yacht, but he would remain in the background and wouldn’t interfere.
Caprice had an hour to get one over on snooty-nosed Philipp.
***
It was completely dark below deck. There were three doors along the narrow corridor. The cabin Caprice had to get to was behind the second one. Hopefully, Meg had prepared everything as she’d asked her to.
“In here,” Caprice instructed and pushed John into an alcove behind the stairs. They heard a man’s voice call down from upstairs: “Hello? Is somebody down there? Mac Teek?”
Caprice had never been this nervous. She clawed her fingers into John’s arm and squeezed herself into the nook behind him.
Come on, come on, she thought and held her breath as Phil started his tentative descent down the stairs. Once he stood in the corridor, his back facing them, John reacted immediately, lunged towards him and pressed the lipstick between his shoulder blades.
“Don’t turn around,” John said with an assumed voice that made him sound almost like Mac Teek.
Phil stood still, his hands in the air.
“Hey, where’s the lady, man?” John asked, still impersonating Teek. “I had arranged to meet her not you.”
“She couldn’t come and sent me,” Philipp replied. His voice was shaking a little. At least he was buying their act with the gun. The rapper was known to move in criminal circles and be in possession of a significant arsenal of weapons.
Philipp was a damn good actor- you had to give him that. Caprice envied him for his ability to stay cool. He really did everything he could to be the first to get an exclusive. The fact that he would have once again coldly sold her out, had this been a real meeting, was eating away at her.
She wasn’t all that tough: her hand was shaking as it reached into her handbag and pulled out a sleeping mask that she then handed to John. He passed it onto Phil, while keeping the lipstick firmly pressed into his back. “Put it on!”
“Why?”
“I’m taking you somewhere else, man. And there are some crazy things on this boat that aren’t suitable for the eyes of a reporter. Got it?”
Great comeback, Caprice thought. She was proud of John. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Probably since he too had missed out on premium payments whenever the X-PRESS printed exclusive photographs. That wasn’t exactly Philipp’s fault but he was the one who would have to pay for it now. It bugged Caprice that he didn’t seem to be more scared. If it had been her, she would have peed her panties already — if she ever wore any.
Once Philipp had put on the sleeping mask, she exhaled in relief. Alright, that part was done. She followed them on tiptoes, while John guided him through a few doors. He kept turning around to Caprice and she motioned at him which direction he needed to take. Although she had been on the yacht before, she hadn’t seen all the cabins that time so she was glad that Meg had described the way there in exact detail. They walked past a whirlpool, through a cabin decorated in Asian style, where the massage tables stood and then into a room that resembled a child’s bedroom. There stood an oversized playpen, a huge changing table, as well as overly large diapers, pacifiers and baby bottles. Certain customers obviously had very specific fantasies.
Their tour finally ended in a darkened cabin. Caprice was astonished. Meg had turned it into a miniature dungeon. The walls were covered with a material resembling natural stone and the small portholes were covered with bars. Electric torches on the walls flickered and shone a dim light. Sex toys hung on the walls, some resembling tools, and some not even Caprice knew what to do with, even though she had had fun with numerous toys in her lifetime.
Dildos, anal beads, and vibrators in all colors, shapes, and sizes, were spread out over black velvet and on display in a glass cabinet. There was even a cage that looked like a dog’s kennel. Several leather collars tangled above it. In one corner stood a contraption reminding Caprice of an exercise machine from the gym at first glance. It was a ‘slave’s seat’ with a backrest that resembled a railroad crossing sign. There were handcuffs attached to the thick, solid, wooden beams and one could even fix the feet to the chair’s legs. Caprice’s heart skipped a beat. That’s exactly where she wanted her victim, so she gave John a sign.
He understood immediately and continued as planned. “Take off your shirt.” He commanded.
Philipp was now standing in the middle of this scenario and had no idea that John would soon be taking some pretty pictures of him in a compromising pose.
“Why do I have to get undressed?” Now Philipp’s voice didn’t sound so self-assured anymore.
Heavens, why did this guy have to question absolutely everything? But thankfully John had a plausible answer ready: “Because I want to see if you’re wearing a wire, man. If you record our conversation in any way, I’ll kill you. Got it?”
Dammit, Caprice bit her lower lip. John’s idea was actually pretty good, but wouldn’t Phil become suspicious of an explanation like that? Why would Teek invite her to interview him if nothing that was said would be able to reach the public?
But Philipp didn’t hesitate and started unbuttoning his shirt.
When he pulled it off and his wide shoulders were exposed, her heart was no longer racing from fear of discovery but because she liked what she saw. For thirty-six, he had a flawless body. He had smooth skin, which had a matte sheen in the dim light, and he didn’t have a single gram of surplus fat on his body.
“Can I take off the blindfold?” He let the shirt drop to the floor.
“Not yet.” John said.
Caprice swallowed hard. Phil looked damn good. She felt a tingling in her groin. She quietly put her shoes and handbag down on the floor and snuck around him so she could inspect his front.
Damn, the guy was a knock out! How did he have the time to work out with a stressful job like his? This kind of body couldn’t naturally be that perfect. His muscles bulged under his chest, which was covered in hair. But just the right side of not being classified as a jungle. It suited him and somehow made him manlier. As did the trail of soft, black hair that led from his navel downwards and disappeared below his waistband.
John winked at her and said, with his best Teek impression: “And now the pants, man!”
“You can’t be serious!” Philipp’s stomach tensed, making every one of his six packs visible. “I’m not wearing a wire!”
Caprice became dizzy, which definitely wasn’t because of the rocking motion of the boat as it was hardly moving.
She never expected Phil to be such a tasty slice. Okay, he looked pretty great with his clothes on, too. But she had only ever looked at him with the eyes of a competitor and never really considered him more closely.
“Hey man, I don’t care,” John said. “I don’t have to talk to you at all. But you could be a fucking cop for all I know. How am I meant to know, huh? I just gotta make sure, ya dig?”
The explanation with the police was genius! She would’ve loved to give John a kiss right then and there. She would give him a proper reward after work.
Phil mumbled something incomprehensible, slipped off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. Despite the perfect temperature inside the cabin, pearls of sweat were now forming on his forehead. Apparently, he wasn’t as cool as he pretended to be.
As he slipped o
ut of one pant leg, he started swaying and would’ve fallen over if Caprice hadn’t automatically reached out and held on to his upper arm to steady him. It felt so hard and warm. Hunky.
Dammit, the guy was a real turn on! And his smell too! He smelled of a seductive men’s perfume. Fresh, sensual …
She slowly let go of him.
Phil stared in her direction even though he couldn’t see her through the sleeping mask. “Is there someone else here?”
“Just my girl,” John said “That’s the story you’re after, isn’t it? You wanna know why I’m not fucking my old lady anymore, right?”
Phil nodded and let his pants drop to the floor. He was now standing there, in the middle of the dungeon only dressed in tightly fitted boxer shorts. They sat really low so that Caprice could almost see his pubic area. What a vision. It looked like Philipp was well hung.
Her fingertips started to tingle. She had a strong desire to pull down his shorts. She rubbed her upper thighs together because the pulsating in her groin had become almost unbearable. She was even getting wet, and only because this asshole was now standing in front of her half naked.
As she saw a two-inch scar on his lower pelvis, she stopped short. It couldn’t have resulted from an appendix removal as that was on the other side.
“Can I take this thing off now? “ Phil asked. He wiped his hands on his upper thighs and then ran them through his hair.
What would it feel like? Soft? Thick? Caprice felt the urge to dishevel it.
“Hey, stay cool, man. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. Just sit down first.” John led Phil to the slave seat. The seat was formed like a V, so that one’s legs were slightly spread and rested on the cushioned seat and the dominatrix had unobstructed access to the slave. It was an interesting piece of equipment.
Unsure, Phil patted along the seat, before shakily sitting down.
“And now put your hands up real quick to check that you’re really clean.”
As Philipp put his hands up over his head, Caprice and John each grabbed one of his wrists. Before he knew what was happening, the handcuffs snapped shut.
“What’s all this?” he yelled and pulled at the cuffs so that his muscles tensed. The inside of the metal cuffs were fitted with leather to protect the skin. They could also be opened with the push of a button. Caprice had already used the same kind of handcuffs during her sex games in the past.
“Let me go right now!” While he squirmed and tried to free himself, Caprice mouthed the word “Lipstick’ and John understood immediately. He briefly pushed the plastic lipstick to his chest. “Don’t move.”
Philipp froze, but continued breathing heavily. Caprice pushed his thighs apart until they were perfectly placed over the V-seat and attached them to the chair legs with the leather straps.
“This is some kind of joke, right?” Phil’s voice now sounded shrill. “Would you have done this to Caprice LaCroix, too?”
She stopped short. Was he angry? Did he worry about her? While he became louder again and his cursing turned into a rant once more, she indicated to John to start taking some photos. Hopefully that would give her enough to stop Phil from interviewing the Rapper tonight. She could already see the front page of FLASH: X-PRESS Star reporter caught in racy sex games scandal.
The sound of Phil’s yelling drowned out the sound of John taking photos. Her colleague looked a little worried and Caprice could also see that they had to let Phil go soon, before the guy had a heart attack. So she sent John outside and pulled down Philipp’s sleeping mask. “Calm down now, darling.”
He paused, his eyes wide. “You?!” His greys eyes flashed with anger. “You bitch! What’s wrong with you? Why are you doing this to me?”
“Watch your language.” She was tempted to grab one of the riding crops from the wall to show him who was boss.
“Where is Mac Teek?” he asked, looking around.
Caprice shrugged. “Not here — that’s for sure.”
“And who did I just talk to?”
“As curious as always,” Caprice whispered. She positioned herself between his spread legs and let her fingertips travel down from his neck to his pelvis.
His stomach flinched. “What’re you doing?”
Her hand stopped at the waistband of his underwear, despite her strong urge to push her hand in his groin. Will Phil become hard if I … A sexy train of thought started rolling through her mind. Would she dare?
Phil pulled at his restraints. “Let me go, you’ve had your revenge now. That’s why I’m here, right? You set all of this up, didn’t you?”
“Bingo.” She placed her hands on her hips, grinning widely. “It’s simply wonderful seeing the competition struggle like this.”
He threw back his head and rolled his eyes. “Caprice, please!” His Adam’s apple stuck out while he said this.
She had always found this very manly attribute fascinating. She gently caressed it with her fingers. “Rrrrawr, I like hearing you beg. It turns me on.”
“What?” His jaw dropped.
“You think I’m hot, too, darling. I notice you staring at my ass when we cross paths.” She leaned down to him so far that her breasts, virtually bulging out of her dress, were now right in front of his eyes.
“I’ll never look at you again, alright?” he said hoarsely, his gaze fixed on her boobs, “but just untie me now.” His voice became weaker. “Please.”
“Do you think that’s why you’re sitting here, Philipp Bergmann?” She came so close to him that their cheeks touched and she whispered in his ear: “Do you remember the Sarkowski case? Or maybe you remember something about Heidi Klum’s divorce?”
His head whipped around. “You’re pissed because I ruined your stories?”
“Really pissed,” she whispered now, her mouth very close to his. “But we could make this bitter revenge a sweet one. What do you think?” She licked her lips lasciviously. He visibly swallowed and whispered: “Just take off these damned handcuffs and we’ll talk about it.”
She placed her hand on his chest. His heart beat furiously against it. “Since when do you men want talk?” She moved lower now and happily noticed that the bulge in his underpants had grown. Was this game turning him on?
She encircled his prized piece without touching it and then retreated.
He looked at her, but remained silent.
“Wooo, it’s really hot in here, isn’t it?” Grinning, she took her dress off. Underneath it, she was wearing nothing but a lace bra.
Philipp stared at her groin and could clearly see her visible arousal. Her labia had turned a deep red color, and her slit shimmered with moisture.
“You’re horny, you slut,” he croaked “Are you into submissive men?”
“They’ve definitely got a certain appeal,” she said smugly and slipped her heels on. In this role, she already felt much more comfortable in them.
“I’ve heard quite a few stories about you, but now I know they’re true.”
She raised her eyebrows. “So? What is it that men say about me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Meanwhile he had gotten so hard that the tip of his penis was starting to poke out of his underpants. Caprice’s mouth started to water. What would he taste like?
Since Philipp’s legs were fixed to the seat, a problem arose: How would she be able to get rid of his underpants? She looked around the room and finally spotted a little pair of scissors with rounded edges; the kind that could be found in first aid kits. For security reasons, one really needed to keep a pair like this at hand when doing bondage play. Meg had really thought of everything. Her clients’ wellness and safety always came first. Caprice grabbed the scissors and snipped it a few times in front of Philipp’s face.
His eyes widened so far that Caprice thought they might pop out of their sockets.
“Caprice,” he croaked, “your hoax is starting to go a bit too far now.”
“Don’t worry, darling. I don’t want to mess with anythin
g that I still want to enjoy myself. With a grin on her face, she placed the blades around the waistband of his underpants now and made the first cut.
Phil hastily sucked in his stomach and tried backing away.
“Hold still!” she scolded him. “If you’re not careful, I’ll cut something off by accident and …” she grinned maliciously. “…that would be such a pity.”
“You are the slyest bitch that I’ve ever come across,” he said powerlessly.
“Tell me something new. I already heard something very similar today.”
His erection made a twitching movement, as Caprice ripped through the fabric and pulled it out from underneath his buttocks. A drop of liquid had formed on the tip of his penis.
His cock was a stunner. Strong, albeit not too long but just right, with a decent girth. Caprice loved feeling completely filled up. The vision of his thick cock increased the juices of arousal between her legs. The pubic hair around his beautiful cock was trimmed and so appeared groomed.
She kneeled down in between his spread legs and performed a single lick on his tip. Phil tasted salty and smelled mesmerizingly delicious.
He threw back his head and groaned. “Do it. Take it in your mouth!”
“I make the rules here,” she replied, despite finding it very difficult to restrain herself from jumping onto Phil’s cock and riding him hard right then and there.
To annoy him, she nibbled at the insides of his thighs with her lips and then used her tongue to play with his balls, which contracted.
Panting, he threw his head from side to side. Caprice’s gaze once more travelled over his dreamy body and stopped at the faded scar at his pelvic region. “Where did you get that?” she wanted to know and licked over the faded scar.
“None of your business,” he growled.
Suddenly she wrapped her lips around his shaft and absorbed it all the way.
Phil groaned hoarsely, his hips trembled as if he wanted to ram the last few millimeters into her as well. She carefully sucked at him and formed a tight ring with her mouth. She slid up and down him, while pushing the tip of her tongue into the small slit; She felt Philipp getting even harder and abruptly stopped when he started gasping in fits and starts.
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