by J. KRAMER
“Thanks,” said Gavin and placed the pillow under Becky’s head. Now that he was sure Harry wouldn’t be back for a while, he undid the zipper of his shorts and released his throbbing erection. Slowly he started to move the skin back and forth while gazing at her body. Her breasts especially fascinated him. His free hand reached out and kneaded each breast, fondled the large nipples then slowly stole down to her moist clit.
Wondering if she’d wake up, he parted her legs wider and started to rub carefully, gently, but she didn’t stir. As his ardor increased, he rubbed more vigorously. She still didn’t wake so he dared to enter her vagina with a finger. Wild excitement and passion coursed through his body causing him to tremble from head to toe. Never before had he had sex with a woman while she was unaware. It was tantalizing, almost as if he were sampling forbidden fruits. His pinkie finger dug into her anus. Leaning forward he inhaled the musky scent of her sex. Right now, he could do with Rebecca as he pleased, he realized. If she woke up, she’d be afraid of him and would resist. Still, a fighter excited him too, unless she got too wild and attempted to scratch him.
For a moment he contemplated climbing on the bed and sticking his cock into her but he decided to wait. When he had actual sex with her, he wanted her eyes open, alert to what he was doing. He wanted her to scream for more, to beg him for release. He wanted to win this woman.
His breath rasped as he neared a climax. Her vagina felt soft, wet with the lubrication juices caused by his fingers working the tender flesh within. His ears roared, blood pounded in his head and his semen spurted out onto the side of the bed in small pistol shots. He squeezed her crotch hard digging his fingers as deep as he could. A shudder shook his body. He withdrew his fingers and smelled them then licked her scent off them. Dropping his head to her breasts he bit each nipple then sucked one into his mouth. It was so large it filled his mouth. Vaguely he wondered how an infant could ever suck such large nipples. Excitement rippled through him at the thought of those nipples spurting milk. He sat up and gazed at the girl, his eyes drinking in the beauty of her golden body. This promised to be an interesting journey home.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Boss, don’t you think the girl has been unconscious far too long?” Harry asked.
Gavin nodded. “I know, but I read in my medical book that with a concussion this sometimes happens. She should come out of it soon.”
“We’re approaching Cairns. Maybe you should get a doctor to take a look at her.”
“I’ll see. I prefer not to have strangers aboard. You know that. My yacht is my private domain. My getaway from the party world.”
“I’d hardly call a doctor a party animal. The man would just come to examine the girl.”
“Look, go about your business. I’ll go and get you some money,” Gavin snarled. “Make sure you stock up for the long crossing to the States.”
“I always do, don’t I?”
Gavin had watched Harry carefully. He was now sure that Harry was jealous and wondered about the man. Harry never participated in any sex games at the parties. He was a very private person. Could the man be gay?
Slightly annoyed at the thought he wandered down to Rebecca’s cabin to check on her. The girl was still out cold. He sat beside her bed and pulled the sheet off her body. Feeling her, touching and playing with her private parts had become a daily routine at least four or five times a day since she’d been on the boat. This time, his penis hung flaccid between his legs because of his troubled thoughts.
Then he imagined Harry naked and trying to rape him. The man wasn’t unpleasant to look at and had a magnificent body. The thought that a man could be sexually interested in him caused a new ripple of excitement to course through his veins. He’d never let Harry touch him, or any other man. He wasn’t against gay relationships, but it just wasn’t for him. But the thought was tantalizing and something new to ponder on. Maybe he’d tease the man just a little so that his humor would improve.
On that thought, his cock stiffened and he concentrated on the naked girl. He now dared to position her quite freely. She never stirred when he played with her body. Carefully he turned her on her belly and pushed her legs underneath her so that her buttocks were raised. Climbing on the bed he spread her legs and kneeled between them. He held her tightly by the waist with one hand so she wouldn’t fall over. Hot saliva ran down his chin as he examined her cleft and vagina. He felt the bristly hairs that had started to grow. He’d have to do something about that. He liked a bare cleft. Her anus was perfect, pink. Tempted to enter her there, he restrained himself. Not yet. Time enough for that kind of play when she came out of the coma he presumed she was in. He placed his throbbing cock between the folds and squeezed her buttocks together tight, then rubbed up and down slowly. When he came close to ejaculation he almost stuck it in her anus but pulled away just as his semen shot out. He watched it as it landed between her buttocks, on her anus and slowly trickled down into her cleft.
His rasping breathing calmed. He gazed at the lips, the soft golden skin of her buttocks and saw how red she’d become from his constant sexual play. He rubbed the dripping semen into the folds of the cleft, into her vagina and up the crack of her bum. The scent of his semen entered his nostrils. He inhaled deeply and wished it were mixed with her juices. But that would come later. The thought was exhilarating.
The sounds from above indicated that they were close to mooring. With a sigh he climbed off the bed and rolled Rebecca onto her back. Drawing up the sheet he thought about the clothes she’d need for the time being. But he didn’t know her size.
Quickly he ran to his cabin to fetch a measuring tape. Measuring her caused new excitement within him. This was all so different from his usual lifestyle. He’d needed something new in his life for a long time. Now he had it.
After writing the measurements in a little notebook, he went up top and tearing the page out gave it to Harry. “Here are her measurements, mate. I’ll make a list of what you need to buy.”
“How the hell do I know what to choose?” Harry grumbled.
“Just go to the most exclusive store you can find and give the list to a sales girl. You can describe Rebecca, her coloring and all that.”
“You should be worrying about a doctor. Not about clothes,” said Harry. “The girl hasn’t eaten or drank anything for a few days. She’ll become dehydrated.”
“Look, leave that to me. You just go and buy supplies and the stuff for the girl.”
After they moored and Harry had gone ashore, Gavin went down to Rebecca’s cabin. He was about to unzip his shorts when suddenly her eyelids flickered. At first he thought it was his imagination until she looked him straight in the eyes.
“Where am I?” she asked looking around disoriented.
“On my boat. I’m glad you’re finally awake. I was becoming worried about you,” Gavin lied at the same time afraid that his sex sport would now come to an end.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Gavin. Don’t you remember?” He asked, surprised at her question but also relieved that she hadn’t started screaming at the sight of him. He watched her forehead furrow as she thought hard.
“I’ve got a blinding headache. No, I don’t remember.”
A thought occurred to him suddenly, but could he be that lucky? “Do you remember your name?”
She wracked her brain but couldn’t remember anything. “No, I don’t. I’m thirsty. Can I have a drink?”
“Yes, of course. You must be parched. You’ve been out cold for a few days.”
“What happened to me? Why can’t I remember anything?”
“You slipped on deck and hit your head,” he lied. “Your name is Rebecca. I’m your husband.”
“Rebecca—Rebecca—Reba—Becky…” She played with the name but it didn’t do anything for her. “Do you call me Rebecca, Reba or Becky? It’s all so strange. Why wouldn’t I remember my husband, my own name? And if I can’t remember anything, how come I know how to talk?”
His heart
sang. This had turned out to be perfect. Now, he could tell her anything he wanted. “Seems you have amnesia. When we get home I’ll have our doctor take a look at you. Now that you’re awake I’ll take you back to our cabin. I’ve missed you, but while you were ill I thought it better we slept separately.”
Gavin could hardly believe any of this. Surely the gods had smiled upon him when they allowed him to find this Venus but why had he told her she was his wife? What would he do with her when he tired of her? What if her memory returned?
Deciding not to worry about those things now, he left her to fetch fresh water. When he returned to the cabin with a jug of water she was sitting on the side of the bed holding her head, the sheet half draped around her body to hide her nakedness.
“Take it easy, Rebecca. You’ve got a concussion and you need to rest for a few more days.”
“I feel dirty. It’s as if I haven’t had a bath in weeks,” she said. “And I think I prefer Becky to Rebecca.”
And you haven’t had a normal bath in a long time, I bet, he thought. Aloud he said, “It’s only been a few days, my love. Soon as you’re stronger I’ll run the hot tub for you. You need to drink lots and start eating again.” He frowned for a moment. Had people called her Becky? Were her memories ready to surface at any moment? “Okay. I’ll call you Becky if you like that better. I like it better too.”
Becky examined this man who claimed to be her husband. Try as she might, she couldn’t remember anything about him or the rest of her life. It was as if her life had just begun that day. “I’d like a bath now,” she said but when she tried to stand up a dizzy spell caused her to sink back to the bed.
Gavin didn’t want her in his cabin until Harry returned from shopping with the clothes for her. If she noticed that there were no female accessories in his cabin, she’d begin to wonder. “I’ll get you some aspirin for your headache,” he said. “When your head feels better, you can have a bath.”
Becky sipped the water he’d poured into the glass and waited for him to come back. She glanced around the small cabin and searched for something familiar. Anything to jog her memory, but it all remained a blank.
When Gavin returned he gave her the aspirins. Obediently she opened her mouth. “Take these. They’ll help your headache.”
Becky swallowed the two pills with some water. Soon, she felt sleepy. “I think I’ll lie down for a bit now. Maybe my headache will be gone when I wake up.”
Gavin assisted her, drew the sheet and blanket up and kissed her on the forehead. “Sleep tight, my darling. I’m glad you finally woke up but now you need healing sleep and lots of rest. I’ll come and check on you later.” He kissed her tenderly on her forehead and smiled down into her eyes.
He left the cabin and smiled to himself. Fortunately Becky had looked at the tablets. One of them was aspirin but the other was a sleeping tablet. He had to keep her in the guest cabin until Harry returned.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Harry left the lounge and went up on deck. He liked these sporadic trips on the yacht, but this time the capture of the girl had spoiled everything. Usually, Gavin spent all his time with him, playing cards, chess, or they’d just drink and talk. At night he’d find satisfaction with the maid but Harry didn’t care about her. She was inconsequent. This girl was different. She posed a danger to the relationship that he was slowly building with Gavin. Now the girl was on board, Gavin was spending a lot of time with her in her cabin. Harry felt a wave of jealousy. He tried to squash it, tried to still his desires for Gavin, but he’d been in love with the man for so long. Never had Gavin shown any bisexual urges. He was perverted, didn’t care what went on at the parties he threw on a regular basis but he never participated in anything unless it had to do with women.
Impatiently he waited for Gavin to bring him the list of things he wanted for the girl. While he waited, a plan formed in his mind. It looked like Gavin wanted the girl for himself, but once they returned home, why couldn’t he contact Burke and let him know he’d found the right woman for him? He’d have the money for himself and Gavin would have to give her up. He pondered on the plan, wondered if he could pull it off.
“Here is the list and money,” Gavin said, startling him out of his thoughts. As always, he felt a thrill when looking at Gavin’s face, his body.
“Thanks, I’ll try not to be too long.” When he took the list and money from Gavin’s hand, their fingers brushed for a moment sending an electric current straight to his heart. Quickly he withdrew his hand. He had to be careful. Gavin wasn’t ready for him yet.
***
After he’d bought all the necessary supplies to last them for a few weeks, Harry returned to the department store where he’d ordered clothing and other things for the girl. He’d basically told the sales lady, “Look, my wife’s suitcases were all stolen and she has absolutely nothing left. The thieves were after her jewelry I guess. So she needs a complete wardrobe and everything a woman needs. Money is no object. These are her sizes. We’re on a cruise at the moment but my wife likes to dress up, so half a dozen long gowns maybe? Get her enough clothes to last about six weeks. Oh, and add about ten bikinis. G-string preferably.” Gavin had called him on the cell phone to tell him about the bikinis. He’d also ordered him to go to a jeweler and pick up some trinkets for the girl.
Harry resented Gavin spending so much money on this chick. After all, how long would his interest in her last? He usually soon tired of relationships. Girls were mere toys to him. And he never showered them with that many gifts. He was too cheap. If he bought any jewelry, it was usually paste. This time he’d told Harry to get the real thing.
The sales lady greeted him with a smile. “Your order is ready, Mr.—eh…”
“Mr. Roarke. Can it be delivered to our boat?”
“Yes, of course. We can deliver it this afternoon.”
“I’d like it now. I’ll pay extra if necessary.”
“Just a moment. I’ll phone the office and I’ll inquire if the delivery man has left yet.”
Harry waited impatiently. After a few minutes the sales lady returned.
“You’re in luck. The delivery van was just about to pull out. The order will be delivered within the hour.”
“Thank you. What is the total?”
The sales lady handed him the bill. The amount was monstrous but he didn’t blink at it. He was used to Gavin’s extravaganza. He pulled the wad of one-hundred-dollar bills out of his pocket and started counting them out on the counter. He noticed the sales lady’s eyebrows shoot up at so much cash. “There, that should do it. Thank you for your help,” he said with a smile and waited for her to calculate the exchange rate and give him his change. He shoved a twenty-dollar bill back toward her. “This is for all your trouble.”
“Thank you, but we’re not allowed to take tips,” the lady said in an insulted tone.
“Then give it to your favorite charity. Have a good day.”
Relieved that he’d finished that task, he set out to find a jewelry store. He didn’t have far to go. There was a large jewelry store just a bit down the street from the department store.
“Can I help you, Sir?” A sales clerk approached him while he was looking at jewelry in the locked showcases.
“Yes. I need a diamond ring and a wedding ring, two-carat diamond. About a size six. I’d also like to see some sets, necklace, earrings, bracelet and I need a diamond ankle bracelet.”
The man looked at Harry suspiciously. “What kind of stones would you like to see in the sets?”
“Diamonds and anything that goes with blue eyes and blond hair.”
“I see. Just a moment please.”
Harry knew what the sales clerk was up to. He would call the police because who would come in asking to see so much jewelry unless they planned to rob the store? “Sir, it’s okay. I have cash to pay for it all,” he said while pulling out the bundle of money. “That’s of course if you take American dollars.”
Now the clerk was all smil
es and eager to please. “I’ll have to open the safe. We don’t keep a lot of valuables in the showcases anymore. We have a private room for customers like you. Please follow me.”
Half an hour later, Harry left the jewelry store carrying a bag with several velvet cases, a diamond ring set and some smaller velvet boxes with anklets. Happy that his task was completed he hailed a taxi to take him back to the boat. Just before he stepped into the taxi, he noticed a poster on the side of a mailbox. He examined it closer and whistled. “Mm, this should interest Gavin.” He tore it off the mailbox and stuffed it into his pocket.
***
“Finally!” Gavin said when Harry boarded. “The supplies have already been delivered as has the order from the department store. What did you do? Buy the whole store? I had to give Becky a sleeping pill to keep her quiet for a bit.”
“She’s awake?”
“Yes, she came out of the coma. Fortunately for us, she doesn’t remember anything. The girl has amnesia. I told her she’s my wife.”
“I hope you know what the hell you’re doing. If Burke hears of this…”
“I don’t give a shit what Burke hears. I’ll give him back his money and that’ll be the end of it. What does an old bastard like Burke want with such a young chick anyway? There won’t be any trouble.”
“You hope,” mumbled Harry and shoved the black bag with fancy gold lettering on it, toward his boss. “Here is the jewelry. You’re crazy if you ask me.”
“For the first time in my life, I’m nuts about a woman. I think I’m finally really in love.”
“You say that every time.”
“The others weren’t like this one. Go and unpack all the stuff you bought and make my cabin look like she’s been in it for a while. Put the makeup on the dresser, empty some drawers and put those clothes with the rest of mine, and put her underwear and whatever else in them. Hang the gowns in the closet. And hurry up about it. We’re taking off now and Becky won’t sleep much longer. Those pills last about four hours.”