Alexei spent the night with her, so she was confused to find Stefano standing over her when she woke up. He put a finger over his lips and beckoned her to follow him.
She emerged to find him packing a bag. Warning bells went off in her head. “Where are you going?”
“We,” he corrected. “We’re going to spend the day on the water. You need a swimsuit and a change of clothes. I have sunscreen, and I’ve packed your jacket and sweats in case the weather turns.”
Gesturing back to her room, she asked, “Does Lex know you want to sneak away with me?” There was no way she would leave without Lex knowing where they were going.
“Yep. Rock-paper-scissors this time. I get you today and he gets you tomorrow.”
If she was going to spend the day in a swimsuit, she needed to attend to grooming matters. “Give me twenty minutes.”
He nodded, and she headed to the bathroom.
A half hour later, Stefano led her up a gangplank.
“I thought we were going to the beach,” she said. He hadn’t brought a cooler or anything, so she assumed they would stay in the general vicinity so they could eat at the resort. Heather had kept the kitchen open to provide basic fare for the workers and the remaining staff.
“I said ‘on the water,’ not near the water. This beauty is seventeen hundred feet and has two hot tubs, one at each end.” He stood on the deck next to her and grinned. The breeze ruffled his dark locks and gave him a rakish air. “I thought we could have a relaxing day, and then I could be the pirate who kidnaps a beautiful woman and holds her captive until we get into port, at which point Lex might or might not save you from my evil clutches.”
She pressed her body against his. “I like your evil clutches, but I didn’t bring pirate wench clothes. We’ll have to go modern with it. Will you wear a bandana and everything? I think you’d look dashing in a red bandana.”
Stefano laughed. “Heroes are dashing. Pirates are dastardly.”
She considered this briefly before rejecting it. “I don’t think you can pull off dastardly. You’re too handsome and regal.”
He lifted a brow. “I accept your challenge, Lady Sammy.”
A man came along the deck and held out his hand. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Morozov. I’m Captain Simpson. The cook is in the galley, so if you’re ready, we’ll cast off.”
“We’re ready,” Stef said. He put his arm around Samantha’s waist and guided her into a nearby door.
The large room was set up for entertaining. It had a bar in one corner and seating groups in the other three. The rear of the room opened up to another part of the deck, and Samantha could see a hot tub.
He pointed to a hallway on the other side of the bar. “Bedrooms are down there. We’ll make use of them later.”
She regarded him skeptically. “Really? Because you haven’t had sex since yesterday. Do you think you can hold out that long?”
He stroked his chin as he pretended to think about her question. Then he dropped the bags he was carrying, scooped her up, and carried her down the hallway. “You’re right, Sammy, but it’s been so long that I might qualify for a second virginity.” The first room he came to was dominated by a bed. He threw her onto it. “You’ll have to remind me what to do.”
He sat on the corner of the bed and looked at her expectantly.
“What?”
“You know what I want, Sammy. If I have to tell you again, the order will be preceded by a spanking.”
A shiver ran up her spine. His spankings always had a happy ending. She hesitated, deciding whether she wanted a spanking before she complied. She must have waited too long because before she knew it, she found herself upended and placed on his lap. Three hard smacks rained on her backside, but they were muted by her shorts.
He stopped before he really got started and threw her back on the bed. “Take off your shirt.”
She lifted it over her head. Her backside didn’t have the pleasant sting she’d come to love, and she felt cheated. This was a worse kind of punishment than one that actually hurt, which she’d prohibited years ago. She indulged in a pout because she knew it only made him hotter.
Under her shirt, she wore a strapless bikini top. She removed that as well. For good measure, she wiggled out of her shorts. As she’d thought, Stefano’s gaze went right to her breasts. She cupped the soft globes in her hands, fondling and kneading them. His breath sped up. She pinched one nipple, tugging on it until a moan escaped from her throat.
Stefano stroked himself through his shorts. She wanted him to take them off, but she knew he wouldn’t until he wanted to. It was his way of being a pussy tease.
“Lie back on the pillows and put your other hand down your panties. Touch yourself for me, Sammy. I want to see you come.”
She slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms. “Are you going to come with me?”
“No talking. Moans and sighs, even a shout or two, are permitted. I like when you’re loud.”
She lifted her knees and spread her legs wider. The fabric of the swimsuit was in the way, but he didn’t seem to mind. Her climax was close. His reactions always fueled the tension tightening deep in her abdomen.
“Stef, please let me come.”
“Yes. Do it now.”
With a small shout, she came. In seconds, Stefano had shed his clothes. He straddled her belly and set his erection between her breasts. Lube wasn’t handy, but there was hand cream on the bedside table. He lotioned her up.
“Hold them together, nice and tight.”
Wordlessly, she complied. He leaned over her and rested his weight on the pillow under her head, and then he thrust his hips forward. A groan fell from him, and she felt a surge of pride. He set a fast pace, not bothering to temper his movements. He bumped her chin, and it had to hurt, but he didn’t seem to care. As his sounds of pleasure reached a crescendo, she found herself moaning right along with him. Giving him pleasure like this filled her with indescribable joy.
He came on her, ejaculating over her chest. Splatters reached her mouth, and she licked away the salty goodness.
Stefano smiled at her reaction. He shifted to sit next to her. “Rub it all over your breasts, down your stomach, and then masturbate with it.”
She massaged the sticky wetness into her skin, and by the time she reached for her pussy, Stefano was kneeling between her legs, tugging down her bikini bottoms. She put on another show for him, but she didn’t get to finish. He was hard again, and ready to go.
* * * *
Stefano loved to watch Sammy touch herself, but he could only handle so much before he went primal on her ass. With one hand, he imprisoned her wrists above her head. With the other, he guided himself into her welcoming warmth. Her pussy clamped around him, and he lost it, pounding into her body with abandon. Beneath him, she writhed, her face twisted with pleasure.
“You love when I fuck you like this,” he said.
“Yes.” She arched her back a little more, and her pussy clamped around him harder.
“You’ve got a hungry little cunt. Can’t get enough.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking about her or him, but it didn’t matter. He dipped his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. It was salty, marked with his own flavor, and he loved it.
She cried out, the kind that urged him to keep at it. Over the years, he’d come to distinguish between the cries that meant “too much” and the ones that meant “please don’t stop.” When she asked for permission to come, he denied her.
“Breathe through it, Sammy.”
She groaned, but she followed his order. He released her hands and hiked her legs up so that her knees fell over his shoulders. This allowed him to sink even deeper into her.
“You feel so good, Sammy. So fucking good. Hang on, honey. I’m almost there.”
She grasped his arms, digging her fingernails into his flesh. He knew she was barely holding it back, and it pleased him inordinately that she struggled like this for him.
He felt his ba
lls draw up. “Now.”
Her cunt strangled him, throbbing around his cock and milking every drop. She screamed her release, and her hands grabbed frantically at the bedding, dislodging everything but what was underneath them.
A while later, she stirred enough to lift her fingertips to graze his cheek. “Thank you, Stef. That was wonderful, but I don’t think you quite qualified for a second virginity.”
He chuckled and slapped her bare ass. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and out on the deck. Semen isn’t a good sunscreen.”
Lunch was ready before too long. He barely noticed what was served because his attention was on the woman sitting across from him. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how lucky he and Lex were. Nothing they had meant anything without Sammy in their lives. They had to do anything and everything to make her want to stay.
“So, let’s talk about the traveling. How many days a month is too much?”
She stabbed at her food, stirring the pasta with her fork instead of eating it. Finally she shrugged. “Usually when a spouse works too much, they can say, ‘Sorry honey, my boss is a real cheesehole.’ Technically it’s not their fault.”
“Cheesehole?” Stefano laughed.
“Work with me, Stef. You’re the one with the potty mouth. Anyway, you and Alexei are the bosses. You’re the bosses of the bosses. You have nobody to blame.” Her mouth turned down, and two furrows appeared between her eyebrows. “So then I start wondering—is it me? Am I not doing enough to make you feel like you want to be at home? Have your feelings for me changed? Is there someone else?”
Her color went ashen with the last question. He reached across the space and took her hand in his. “Oh, Sammy, no. You’re perfect. I love being with you. Every day I’m not sucks. Sometimes I even get mad at having to share you with Lex. I can’t tell you how much glee I got out of being able to steal you out of there this morning. I’m technically supposed to leave you alone until you come out for breakfast. And I’m not even going to address that last part.”
She gave him a lopsided smile. “I know there’s nobody else. You come home all sex-starved every time and fall all over me. Sometimes I’m happy to see you go so that I can have a day to recover. Walking funny all the time is messing up my back.”
He couldn’t apologize for that, but he could return her smile.
She took her hand back and started eating again. “It’s just that I wonder those things, and then I doubt myself, and then I get mad at you for making me doubt myself. I don’t like being mad at you. It makes me sad. Depressed. Sometimes I lock myself in my studio because Rosa can’t really spy on me there, and I curl up in that big chair and cry.”
That kicked him in the stomach and sobered him right up. “We can’t keep going this way.”
“No,” she agreed, “we can’t. But then I come full circle and I wonder if it’s not fair for me to ask you to change. You were both very upfront about the fact that you work a lot. One of the things you said about having two lovers was that I’d have someone with me more often. I feel selfish for not being satisfied with what you’re giving me.”
And he felt like an ass. “Sammy, don’t. You have every right to your feelings. We’re not giving you enough. Until you yelled it at me, I hadn’t realized how little time I was spending with you. That’s why we want you to come to New York. You can establish another studio there. We want you to travel with us. You wanted to do a lot of traveling, you once said. I think it’s time you did. We might have to combine business with pleasure, but I think we can do a hell of a lot of traveling.”
She looked around at the boat and the sea. “Can we get a boat? I think it would be nice to be able to sail from here to New York and back whenever we wanted.”
“Sure. Anything you want. Now that you’ve laid off all these people, finding a captain and crew won’t be a problem. Rosa won’t get on a boat, though, so we’d have to get a new housekeeper. I offered to take her sailing one time, and she nearly decapitated me.”
It had been an accident. She’d tripped over a stepstool she kept in the kitchen. The knife in her hand went flying, embedding itself in the wall next to his head. She’d nearly died from fright, but it hadn’t been enough to change her mind about being on the water.
“Oh?” Sammy lifted a brow, probably at the fact that Rosa might do anything to harm Stef. Rosa positively doted on him and Lex. He related the story in vivid detail, embellishing a bit to make her smile.
The afternoon flew by. Mostly they moved around the boat and talked. It had been far too long since they’d just hung out and chatted. He told her what was going on with this deal he and Lex were closing up. She told him more about her showings in San Diego and La Jolla. He had seriously underestimated how important the events had been.
He told her about phone conversations with his father, and she caught him up on what was going on with her family. They heaped a lot of daily spousal conversations into a few hours, and the magnitude of the impact of his absence crystallized even more.
“Damn,” he said as the temperature began to drop. Regret threatened an inverse rise, but he tamped it down. They were working on it, and repentance wasn’t a productive emotion for wallowing. “We really have been apart, haven’t we?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I don’t want it to happen again.”
“Neither do I. Sammy, I’m serious about having you with me all the time.”
“I know,” she said. “I just don’t know how possible that is. I mean, I have work of my own.”
“I know. But we can have a rule about working together to make sure we’re spending maximum time together.”
From the way she smiled, he knew he’d hit upon a plan she liked.
They were on the couch in the main room. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Do you want to get into the hot tub, or do you want to be kidnapped by a pirate? I warn you, both options have you ending up with a hot ass.”
She held up her hand. “No walking the plank, because I’m certain these are shark-infested waters, and no saying ‘argh’ or ‘matey.’ I don’t think I could keep a straight face if you did that.”
He didn’t plan on doing anything too cheesy. It had been years since he’d played pirate games, and back then he hadn’t been thinking about kidnapping and tying up pretty women. “Okay. I’ll probably use a weapon to coerce you. You can expect bondage and forced sex. The clothes you’re wearing may not survive. I will be violent, but I won’t do anything that violates your hard limits.”
Her lower jaw fell open. No doubt she hadn’t expected him to take this so seriously. They hadn’t engaged in role-playing before, but something about the atmosphere made it highly appealing to him tonight.
He pointed to the stairs. “Go stand on the upper deck. Watch the ships at sea or sunbathe or read a book, whatever women about to be kidnapped by pirates do.”
For a full minute, she just stared at him. He let her have the processing time. Finally, she stood, picking up a magazine from the coffee table. She headed toward the stairs, but she stopped before going up. “So, you’re saying I should resist?
Stefano shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll do what you need to do.”
“Same safe words?”
He shook his head. If the scenario was going to be realistic, her protests wouldn’t mean Jack. “Choose a new one.”
“Onion.”
That had come rather quickly. He would ask about it later. For now, he nodded, accepting her designation. She disappeared up the stairs.
Stefano took stock of his surroundings. He also changed into the jeans and hoodie he’d brought. It was a little warm for them, but he figured a hardened criminal would be looking for the protection. Plus the jeans made his ass look great. Sammy certainly liked him in them.
While digging around in the kitchen, he found a red checkered handkerchief still in the package. He took it out, rolled it up, and tied it around his head. A glance in the mirror showed that it did make him look a little dastardly. Sammy
would like it. He found rigging and threw it into one of the larger bedrooms.
He went up the stairs after her. The only weapon he could find was a corkscrew. It was sharp, but not exactly menacing. He elected to use his bare hands for capture.
She was sprawled on her stomach on a lawn chair wearing a man’s shirt—his—over her bikini.
“Well, what do we have here?”
She glanced up from her magazine, unconcerned, and right back down. After a second, she looked up again. This time, her eyes were wide with alarm. “You’re not part of the crew. This is a private yacht. How did you get on board? Captain!”
Stefano hoped the real captain didn’t hear her. The man would definitely get an eyeful if he came around. He stalked her, circling closer. “The captain is dead, and the crew has been taken hostage. This ship and everything on board now belongs to me, and that includes you.”
She stumbled to her feet and backed away, clutching the magazine to her chest. “There must be some mistake. I’m rich. I can give you anything you want. Just return the crew and let us go.”
With a grin, he shook his head. “Come here. If you cooperate, I’ll go easy on you. If you make things difficult for me, I can make things very difficult for you.”
She backed up even more, pressing herself against the railing. “Please. Don’t do this.”
“Too late.”
“Let the crew go. I’m the only one worth ransom. Take me and let them go.”
He let the side of his lip curl up in a sneer. “You’ll be cooperative?”
She nodded, and the air of trepidation around her eased slightly.
“Do everything I say?”
Again, she nodded.
“Take off the shirt. Show me what I’m getting.”
She looked down at her shirt and back up, shock registering on her face. “That’s not what I meant.”
Stefano closed in on her with catlike patience. “It’s what I meant.”
She shook her head. “No, Sir, I beg of you.”
“Begging,” he said. “That’s a good start.” He dove for her, knocking her onto a seat next to the rail.
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