by Eden Bradley
“I’d like to see it first, please. By the time we’re done I’m sure I’ll be more than ready to relax.”
“Your wish is my command. Come on, let’s get changed into our suits first. That way we can go for a swim.”
Her heart fluttered again and she tried to ignore the warning signs that she was falling for a man she couldn’t have.
Two hours later, she was in her black bikini with its cute gold wrap, standing between Ryan’s strong arms as he helped her steer his yacht along Lake St. Clair. She’d never been on a boat this big and was still more than a little stunned that Ryan could afford something like this. In high school, he’d never been one of the kids with the hottest clothes and a shiny new sports car. She was proud of his success and admired him for all he’d accomplished. Feeling a little, well a lot, superficial, she couldn’t help but look around at everything with a small sense of awe. She’d never been around this kind of luxury and it was weird seeing it in real life instead of in a movie.
With three levels, a hot tub and other crazy over-the-top luxury shit, the yacht was more like a floating five-star hotel than something that moved through the water. Her one experience on a cruise had been nothing like this. The windows on the bridge had been opened, and as the cool breeze blew against her face, she tilted her head back and laughed, the day too beautiful to allow dark thoughts to linger.
“This is so much fun!”
He leaned down so she could hear him. “Ready to go a little faster?”
“This isn’t as fast as it can go?”
“Nope.” He moved closer to the controls and flipped a couple switches. Beneath their feet the giant engines hummed with power and her heart quickened. She had the oddest sensation of nerves like she was standing at the top of a giant hill with her sled. The song, Home by Phillip Phillips came on and Ryan stood behind her again. He rested his hands on her hips and she welcomed his solid presence.
“Ready, Mistress?”
The teasing way he said it made her smile and she nodded. “I just steer, right? You’re going to do everything else?”
“Trust me, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Today is about your joy.”
She blinked behind the awesome new Dior sunglasses he’d provided her with and tried to tell herself that she was tearing up from the wind. “I’m going to owe you a hell of a blow job, aren’t I?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Hang on, sweetheart, I’m going to open her up for you.”
A rather dirty image came to Emma’s mind about Ryan holding open a female submissive’s thighs for Emma’s perusal, and she tried to focus on steering, because the boat was gaining speed at an alarming pace. In the far distance, the shore of Grosse Point raced by and she spotted other boats dotting the waters around them. It seemed like there was a secret subculture among the boaters and she loved how friendly everyone was.
Ryan pressed up against her and the sensation of his erection pushing into her barely covered body had her moaning. He stiffened behind her, then dipped his knees slightly so he could rub up against her bottom. The long, hard length of his cock slid over her ass cheeks and her legs grew weak. He laughed as she sagged into him and stood up, pulling her against him.
“No passing out on me yet. I have plans for you.”
They gradually slowed and she took in the late afternoon golden rays of the sun sparkling off the water. They were pretty far out now, but still close enough so that they’d be able to see the lights of the coastline during dinner, at least that’s what Ryan had promised her. So far, he’d overwhelmed her with gentle affection, showered her with attention and catered to her needs. The best part was that she knew he didn’t expect anything in return. If she ended the evening with nothing more than a smile he would be satisfied.
But she wouldn’t.
She wanted Ryan, bad, and was dying for his kiss. The way he’d been staring at her mouth made her pretty sure the need was mutual. Yet he hadn’t tried anything other than occasional, gentle reminders that he was aroused by her. She liked that as well, liked him filling her need to feel him against her, to show her how much he enjoyed her. By him doing that she could also know what he liked, what aroused him, though so far today their interactions had been less than risqué.
She hoped that changed soon.
He rubbed his lips against her ear, sending pleasant little tingles through her body that settled into her already-sensitive pussy. “If you would come downstairs with me, I have a surprise for you.”
“Do tell.”
He grinned, and after taking her hand, led her down two decks to the main living space. It was enormous and she was pretty sure bigger than her entire apartment in Madison Heights. Three different groupings of furniture were scattered about in the lovely, navy blue and gold toned room. Windows surrounded the room and she took a quick glance out at the water before returning her attention to the interior. The furniture had been moved over to the side, and in its place, stood two giant massage tables and two smiling women. She remembered the women’s names were Terry and Jane, and that they were both members of Ryan’s yacht crew.
“Emma, I’m sure you remember Terry, our chef, and Jane, our baker. They’re also certified massage therapists. If you’re in the mood, I’d like for us to get a massage together.”
She was already shucking off her wrap. “Where do you want me?”
Terry patted the table with a smile. She was around Emma’s mother’s age and she had a very maternal air that relaxed her. “Right here, Ma’am.”
“Please, call me Emma.”
“Thank you. Do you have a preference for what type of massage you’d like, Emma?”
“Just a relaxing one, please. What would you recommend?”
“Hmm…how about a Swedish massage?”
“Perfect.”
Hesitating, Emma reached for the straps to her top. She was usually nude for her massages but she wasn’t sure about being naked in front of Ryan right now. Not only because of this odd, yet intense thing going on between them, but also because she didn’t want an aroused Ryan making a tent beneath the towel. Both women were old enough that it would be like having Ryan sport a boner in front of her mom. She glanced over her shoulder at Ryan and found him watching her like a hawk.
“Mr. Darwish, give her some privacy,” Jane admonished with a small smile.
It was hard to stifle her giggles when Ryan rolled his eyes, but obeyed and turned his back. Moving quickly, she stripped out of her bikini and smiled at Terry. “Front or back?”
“Back first, please. Are you sore anywhere?”
“My feet are always sore from wearing heels and I tend to carry tension in my neck and shoulders. Other than that, I’m actually pretty relaxed.”
She pondered her unusually relaxed state as Terry arranged a towel to cover Emma’s breasts and pubic area while leaving a section of her stomach exposed. By all accounts she should be all knotted up right now from her earlier stress, but instead she found it surprisingly easy to just lie back and let go. A few moments later the table next to her creaked as Ryan got on it. He wore a pair of boxer briefs and he laid on his stomach, turning to look at her.
When he mouthed the words “you’re so beautiful” she found herself looking away from him in a shy gesture that was unusual for her. It was too unsure, too fragile a move for the clients who played D/s games with her. When her gaze met his again, her breath froze in her chest as he held out his hand. The beds were close enough that they could easily touch if they wanted to. She absently wondered if he’d requested it this way, then quickly realized he had. Ryan’s attention to detail was phenomenal, and it hurt her heart in an odd way to realize that Ryan knew more about what she liked than her ex. From the snack of strawberries and champagne to remembering songs she’d liked in high school, Ryan made her feel cared for…valued even.
Red warning lights went off in the back of her mind, but she was too relaxed to let them take hold. She’d been under so much pressure
lately and her body needed this release. So for right now she’d pretend that she wasn’t having butterflies flitting through her stomach every time he gently rubbed her hand with his thumb and that she didn’t intend for this to be their last time together.
When Terry began to massage her feet she closed her eyes, but kept her hand resting comfortably in Ryan’s. He stopped moving and just held her as, inch by inch, Emma’s body seemed to sink into the table. Terry was a goddess in human form. That could be the only explanation for the lovely feelings of complete relaxation flowing through her. For what seemed like forever she held hands with Ryan as they both got worked over. The rough grunts that he let out when his masseuse hit a tight spot sent little bursts of arousal through her.
The only time they stopped holding hands was when they were told to flip. While Ryan didn’t have an erection, he was a big enough boy that even while he was soft it was easy to see the shape of his cock. A dick that size could hurt a girl if she wasn’t careful. Ryan would have to give her lots and lots of foreplay, because she wanted to take him all the way but would need to be heavily aroused to do it without unwelcome pain. Just the thought of the broad head pushing into her caused her breathing to pick up.
When she glanced back up to his face she saw that he was giving her a very smug look. She stuck out her tongue then closed her eyes but gave his hand a little squeeze. She liked holding hands with him even if he was a brat. It was a novel experience for her in some ways. Though she was a monogamist, her relationships had always started out hot and heavy right out of the gate. Sex on the first date wasn’t something she was ashamed of. Denying herself pleasure seemed like a silly thing. But with Ryan she allowed him to give her the slow buildup that would lead to something powerful and dangerous.
Her nipples peaked with arousal and she flushed while Terry worked her hand. No more sexy time thoughts until this was over. Being turned on while the motherly woman massaged her struck Emma as being too weird.
Instead of focusing on who Ryan was now, she went through her memories of him when he was younger. He’d been quiet, kind of shy, and his hair had been long enough to reach his neck. Shallow bitch that she was in high school, she’d never considered him hot. He’d been skinny and tall with features that he hadn’t quite grown into yet. But he’d been funny, and he’d been kind. She could remember laughing with him while they worked on their high school newspaper together. She’d known he had a crush on her but had easily dismissed it as nothing serious. God, she wanted to go back and kick her younger self in the ass for skipping over Ryan for a couple of dumbass jocks. She’d thought him too immature for her, but it turned out she was the immature one, not him. He’d certainly kissed her like a man. The thought of his lips pressing to her body had her arousal surging off the charts while Terry massaged her calves.
Damn, no more sexy thoughts! Becoming turned on right now was just so wrong on so many levels. She shifted uncomfortably on the table, not liking the conflicting feelings of wanting to relax but needing to stay on her guard against wayward thoughts. Maybe Emma could ask Terry to stop so she could go take a cold shower.
Ryan gripped her hand and said in a low voice, “Ladies, thank you so much, but if you continue to do this I’ll fall asleep and that would not impress my lovely date.”
“Of course,” Terry murmured in a low voice.
A few moments later they were alone and a rush of heat went through Emma at the knowledge that they were both nearly naked and slick with oil.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mistress?”
Her clit swelled in a hard rush of blood. The rough, guttural quality of his voice clued her in that he was looking at her even though she kept her eyes closed. She wanted him, badly, but there would only be one first time between them so she didn’t want to rush it. Ryan deserved to be savored.
She tried to rally her defenses, but her voice came out husky with desire despite her best efforts to appear aloof. “Yes, there is. While you were falling asleep I was just beginning to enjoy my massage. Now I’m still tense.”
“Would you like me to finish your massage, Mistress?”
She tried to hide her smile. “That would be lovely. And I want you naked.”
It took an effort to keep her eyes closed as he lifted himself off the massage table. She could imagine the heft of his testicles while he pushed himself up, the lovely line from his cock to his belly button. Soft sounds came from behind her as he walked around the table and a moment later he was gently lifting her head and smoothing out her hair. Then he began to massage her scalp and she went limp.
Damn, was there anything he wasn’t good at?
Slowly and steadily he worked his way down her body, but avoided her obvious erogenous zones. When he returned to her chest, his cock brushed her arm and the wetness on the tip smeared on her skin. She lifted her arm and said, “You made a mess on me, clean it off.”
When the soft brush of his tongue glided over her skin her back involuntarily arched and she gasped. Men tasting themselves was one of her favorite kinks. It was so forbidden and taboo, even though women sucked their arousal off their partner’s dicks all the time. The soft press of his lips moving up her forearm to the tender skin of the inside of her elbow drove her wild. A tremor shook her as she imagined his mouth between her legs, kissing her with the same devastating touch.
After tormenting her for a few moments, he removed his mouth then slid the towel off her breasts, the thick fabric rubbing across her stiff nipples.
Ryan sucked in a breath. “Fuck. You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”
The raw hunger in his tone called to her and she stretched out, putting her hands behind her neck with a sigh. “You may worship them.”
A choked sound came from him. When he gently skimmed the palms of his hands over her nipples, she had to clench her teeth on a moan. He then began to massage her left breast, awakening her nerves and forcing blood into that area to further sensitize her. By the time his clever fingers found her left nipple she was holding her breath and resisting the urge to strain upwards. Then he plucked at her nipple, shaping and elongating the tip. Little sparks of arousal went from her clit to her nipple and back again. He repeated this treatment on her right breast then began to massage and roll her aching nubs.
“These are so pretty,” he said in a reverent voice while filling his hands with her breasts. “So soft and lush.”
Goosebumps skittered over her skin as he softly scraped his fingernails over her chest. When he pinched her sensitive tips, hard, she let out a little hiss of air and smiled. He had been paying attention to her responses. A touch of pain was always a nice spice to any sexual encounter, but she’d had to go without for fear of scaring her vanilla partners. But with Ryan she didn’t have to hide her need for a harsher form of arousal. He’d understand that her body simply converted discomfort into pleasure, unlike her vanilla boyfriends. They would have been freaked out if she asked them to do what she wanted. But Ryan wouldn’t.
“Harder. I want a little bit of teeth.”
“My pleasure,” he murmured against her skin.
A sharp sting came from her breast as he squeezed her tender nipple between his teeth. The rough sensation had her clutching at his head and shoving it harder against her chest with a moan that sounded so needy she was almost embarrassed. Her hips rocked upwards and he smoothed his hands over her breasts, mounding them together. Then came the exquisite rasp of his tongue over each sensitive tip. With a low groan she lowered her hands to his shoulders and gripped him with her nails. He retaliated by sucking her nipple into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue. It felt so good, so achingly delicious, but her body was screaming out for an orgasm and lust was clouding her mind and her judgment. She needed to release this crazy arousal and regain some control of herself, because she was falling for the man pleasuring her with such exquisite skill and that was dangerous.
All she needed was a good orgasm and she’d stop feeling this flut
tering of emotion in her foolish heart.
Even she didn’t believe that.
His tongue twirled around her nipple, sending tingles of arousal straight to her sensitive clit. “That’s it, suck it. Fuck, Ryan, that feels so good…but I want more. Make me come, my handsome submissive.”
He lifted his head and his breath warmed her neck. “What do I have permission to pleasure you with, Mistress?”
“Hands and tongue.”
She thought she detected a frustrated sound from his direction and that made her smile.
“Come closer.” She held out her hand. “I want to touch my cock.”
He immediately complied, not disagreeing that it was indeed her cock right now, and she soon had his rock solid length in her grasp. “Mmm…nice. Hands behind your back. I’ve decided want to play with you first.”
Unable to resist the pleasure of seeing him, she opened her eyes and smiled at the sight of the man who, for this perfect moment, belonged only to her. The head of his erection was a dusky pink while the shaft was darker with the veins standing out prominently. Pre-cum lay heavy on the tip and she wanted a taste. Unable to fit her hand all the way around his girth, she satisfied herself with running her fingertips up and down the ridge on the underside of his cock. If she touched him just right she could milk him for more pre-cum by controlling his orgasm.
She released him and moved so that she was sitting at the edge of the massage table with Ryan between her legs. The smell of him filled her senses and she rubbed her fingertips over his solid abdominal muscles. To the right of his hip the edge of a tattoo curved around the bone in a way that drew her gaze downwards to his cock. Pulling him forward by the shaft, she began to vigorously stroke him, ratcheting up his desire until a thick drop of pre-cum dripped off his tip. She made sure to lean back so the thick fluid landed on her pussy.
The sight of it sliding down her slit made her tremble, an action that Ryan echoed when she returned to stroking him.