He was only gone for a minute or so when he returned with a bottle of champagne set in a bucket of ice and a glass of pinkish-red liquid. I assumed it to be cranberry juice, as that was one of the few things remaining in his near empty refrigerator. I bolted up to a sitting position.
“Poinsettia cocktails?” I asked incredulously. “You left me hanging so that you could mix a damn drink at six-thirty in the morning?”
He chuckled.
“We’ve already established that you’re a terrible submissive, but the least you could do is try. Didn’t I tell you not to move?”
I scowled at him as he placed the bucket and glass on the nightstand. To my surprise, he turned and left the room again.
Now where is he going?
I was completely exasperated and full of impatience. With a harrumph, I tossed myself back onto the bed and waited.
When he returned this time, he was carrying a black silk scarf, a towel, and a tapered candle. I wanted to point out that the ambiance of candlelight usually worked better during the evening hours, but curiosity swayed me to keep my mouth shut.
“Sit up and close your eyes, angel,” he told me. “Don’t open them or I might have to punish you.”
I frowned, but did as I was told.
This better be good.
I closed my eyes and could hear him moving about the room. I chanced a tiny peak at what he was doing. He was fashioning a knot in the black silk scarf.
What’s he going to do with that?
However, I had my answer a moment later when he covered my eyes with it. After it was secured at the back of my head, I was one hundred percent blind.
Blindfolded sex. Now this could be interesting.
Taking hold of my shoulders, he slowly lowered me back down to a laying position on the bed. Gone was the cool silky feel of the sheets against my back. Instead, I felt a coarser texture of woven cotton. I could only assume that he placed a towel behind me before I laid back. It struck me as somewhat odd, although I had yet to figure out what he was up to.
I waited for what he would do next, but everything went dead quiet. I couldn’t even hear footsteps about the room. Only silence. Just as I was about to speak, something ice cold slid across my abdomen. I jumped and gasped from shock. But as soon as I felt the icy sensation, it was gone.
“That was freaking cold! What was that?”
I jerked my head to the side when I felt his breath near the side of my face. With his stealthy movements, I didn’t realize that he had come so close to me.
“It doesn’t matter what it was,” he whispered in my ear. A shiver raced down my spine. “This is about how your body reacts and feels without being able to see. That’s what sensory deprivation is, angel. I am going to fuck your mind and watch as your body collapses from arousal."
Holy shit!
That one statement was the most profound aphrodisiac, lighting every square inch of my body on fire. The heated pulse between my legs turned into a fervent ache. I didn't think it was possible to want him more than I did at that moment.
Alexander went silent once again. The only sound that could be heard was my labored breathing as I waited in anticipation for what would come next.
Goosebumps pebbled my skin as cold drips of some unknown liquid made impact with my erect nipples.
Melted ice? Juice maybe?
The cool liquid slid down the sides of my breasts. I quivered again, but not in a bad way. It was a thrilling sort of sensation.
“Open your mouth, Krystina.”
I did as I was told as his fingers traced the outline of my lips. He dipped his finger into my awaiting mouth and the tart flavor of cranberry reached my tongue. Almost simultaneously, something shockingly ice cold landed between my legs.
I sharply sucked in a breath. I may have protested, but I was prevented from speaking by his finger that was still lolling about in my mouth. Whatever frozen object he put between my thighs was held in place against my sex until the cold was almost burning.
Icy rivers flooded down my seam as he dipped more cranberry into my mouth. The taste was followed by something crisp and bubbly.
Champagne.
Wet fingers roamed down my belly, pressing against my abdomen and intensifying the ache in my pelvis. His teeth latched on to one of my nipples, his mouth both cold and warm as he rolled a piece of ice around with his tongue. I arched against him as his hand traveled further south between my legs.
I was rewarded by his sharp intake of air.
“Oh, angel. You’re so wet,” he appreciated. He pinched my icy cold clit between his fingers before plunging them inside me. Instantly, heat crashed over my body. I strained my hips up against him, only to be disappointed when he pulled out.
“Ah,” I moaned in frustration.
His fingers entered my mouth once again. They tasted like cranberry, yet different. It took me a moment to realize that it was cranberry mixed with my own juices. It was a philter like no other, and I vigorously sucked his fingers clean.
“Good girl,” he appreciated.
He pulled his fingers from my eager lips and the room fell silent again. I heard a slight rustle to my right, before recognizing the chafing sound of a match being lit. I half wondered what the purpose of lighting the candle would be since I wouldn’t be able to see it, when the memory of a list that we made not so long ago flashed before my eyes.
Wax.
I recalled what he wrote about wax on the list of soft and hard limitations. He said that he wasn’t a fan of wax play.
He wouldn’t mess with that. Or would he?
“Alex,” I began to protest and sat up.
“Shh. Lay back down,” he scolded.
Feeling extremely nervous about what may or may not be coming, I lay back on the bed and tried to relax. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt a feathery soft material trace the outline of my sternum before moving down by body. Whether it was silk or satin, I couldn’t be sure. I was just grateful that it wasn’t something burning hot running over my skin.
Ice-cold liquid found it’s way to my breasts once again, as Alexander continued to run the material down the length of my torso and between the juncture of my thighs. The cold didn’t come as too terrible of a shock this time, as I was beginning to adjust to the sensation.
Suddenly, a splash of flaming hot hit my ribcage and I hissed through my teeth. Even though I knew that it might be coming, the contrast was like an assault. The wax puckered and hardened, adhering to my skin while Alexander continued to trace soft lines up and down the length of me. My senses were overwhelmed with touches of warm and cold, soft and hard.
He continued his torture on my body. Eventually, I was beyond the point of wanting. He was driving me insane and I was desperate, completely lost in an ocean of sensations. I couldn’t think. Nothing seemed real anymore. I was panting, unable to concentrate on anything other than the blind sensations that he made me feel.
He slipped a finger inside me. Then two.
Finally! Release!
Alexander circled my walls as his thumb pressed against my clit. Within seconds, I could feel the orgasm on the horizon as he plunged his fingers deeper and deeper into my core. He kept me on edge, never quite allowing me to get there. I bucked involuntarily, craving the relief that I was so close to getting.
Oh, please!
I wanted to scream out of pure frustration.
“Tell me what you want, Krystina.”
“You! Now! Let me feel you inside me!”
I felt the bed shift as he grabbed hold of my knees and roughly pushed my legs apart. He moved in so that the weight of his erection settled just outside the mark. My need was quenched when he plunged into me, filling me to maximum capacity with his magnificent length. I tugged at his hair and clawed at his back, the avid tightening in my belly intensifying with every thrust. He released a satisfied moan.
“I will never stop pleasing you, angel. I will stretch you and bend you in ways that are beyond your
wildest imagination. Now give it to me, Krystina. Come for me.”
Instantly, my insides constricted and my mind went hazy. His words sent me over the edge and I was lost to him. I burst apart beneath him in a splintering orgasm as his hips continued to power forward. I tossed my head from side to side and let out a harsh cry of fantastical release.
I had barely caught my breath when the blindfold was unexpectedly removed from my head. I squinted against the harsh light that assaulted my vision. I moved a hand to cover my eyes. When my vision returned to normal, my gaze rested on the face of Alexander. He was hovering above me, his skin was shiny from the sweat of exertion and his expression was hooded with a dark carnal need.
Without saying a word, he took hold of my hips and flipped me around onto my stomach. He leaned down so that his long, hard body was pressed against my backside.
“I’m going to spank you now, Krystina. It’s going to hurt. Do you remember your safe word?”
Burning with unexplainable need, I choked out the word.
“Sapphire.”
“I want to see the pink imprint of my palm on your ass. Get on your hands and knees.”
My already rapid heartbeat increased in rhythm, fueling my veins with even more desire for him. I quickly did as I was told and braced for the assault that was imminent.
Placing his hands on my backside, he slowly eased into me.
“Oh, god,” I sighed from the feeling of being full once more.
SMACK!
Even though I was braced for it, I jumped from the shock of the sting. He continued his assault with another swift slap to the other cheek, before pulling back and slamming hard into me. I jolted forward onto my stomach.
“Stay on your knees!” he roared. He gripped my hips, yanked me back up, and landed another hard spank. I locked my elbows in place by gripping the headboard. Confident that I wouldn’t fall forward again, I matched him thrust for thrust. It was rough and hard, yet so undeniably erotic.
He brought his hand down again and a glorious sensation spread. I groaned, reveling in his possession. Over and over again, he pounded into me until my arms began to ache. I was right on the edge, ready to come again, but I knew that I couldn’t without collapsing under him.
Another smack to my behind, and the tightening in my core intensified. I was almost out of energy. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“Alex,” I began to plead.
“Hold on, angel. I’m almost there.”
I clenched around him, provoking his release, needing him to give in. I was only seconds away.
“Ah!” he thundered out a cry.
With one last plunge, Alexander’s body jerked behind me and I was spiraling into the abyss of mindless release. Completely and utterly spent, he collapsed down on top of me. A rush of breath escaped my lungs, as my hammering heart worked its way back to a normal rhythm.
“Goddamn, Krystina,” he breathed into my ear. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
He rolled to the side and pulled me into his arms. With a content sigh, I snuggled in closer.
“What is it that I do, Alex?” I purred.
He didn’t respond right away, but pressed his face against the top of my head and breathed deeply. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.
“You completely unravel me.”
CHAPTER 10
We lay together, relaxed and sated. Krystina’s arm was tossed lazily over my chest, and I found the weight of it to be comforting.
My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I frowned at the intrusion. It was most likely a business related incoming text, and I was reminded of how little I accomplished over the past few weeks.
It can wait.
Choosing to put off work for just a while longer, I pulled Krystina in closer to me. She had me completely bewitched. Nothing was more important than being with her in that moment.
“Why did you name the boat The Lucy?” she asked out of the blue.
I turned my head to look at her. Her cheeks were a delectable shade of rosy pink as she looked at me with inquisitive eyes. I brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen over her brow.
“That’s an odd post-sex question,” I said with a small chuckle.
“Well, maybe. I was just thinking about your boat.”
“What about her, angel?”
“I was thinking that it’s a shame the boating season is over and that we can’t come back here for a while. I kind of like it here…away from the rest of the world. No distractions are nice every now and then.”
“She is a great escape,” I began, agreeing wholeheartedly with Krystina’s sentiments. “But to answer your question, Lucy was my grandmother’s name. Why do you ask?”
“Oh. I thought maybe…well, never mind.”
I sat up, curious over her hesitation.
“You thought what?”
“It’s silly, but I thought that it might have been an old girlfriend’s name or something,” she muttered. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of scarlet.
For some odd reason, I found her embarrassed jealousy to be endearing. I was suddenly filled with a heady combination of mischief and delight. I flashed her a devilish smile and dragged her towards the side of the bed.
“I already told you. I never dated before meeting you. Now come on,” I said, giving her bottom a light smack. “Get dressed while I take a quick shower. I have to go to work for a bit this afternoon and I want to show you something before I take you home.”
“Um, I think I need another shower too,” she said and looked pointedly at the wax that was covering her abdomen and breasts. I laughed.
“It’s paraffin wax. It should peel right off. But, if you insist on needing another shower, you’re welcome to join me.”
My suggestion earned me a tossed pillow to the head.
“You’re a sex fiend!” she joked.
“You make me that way, angel. Just wait until later,” I promised. I ducked when she threw another pillow at me.
I laughed to myself as I headed towards the bathroom. Before going in, I took one last look at her. Her hair was wild and curling over her shoulders. Her eyes were luminous with that I’ve-just-been-properly-fucked sort of look. I had half a mind to keep her here all day.
Oh, Miss Cole…the things I would have done to you if I had the proper tools on the boat.
I smiled as I closed the door for the bathroom, thinking of all the possibilities we could explore once I had her back at the penthouse.
After we dressed and gathered our belongings, I led her out to the entertainment suite and we climbed to the top of the spiral staircase. The walls disappeared and the open deck surrounded us. I squinted at the wash of sunlight and pulled my sunglasses from my pocket.
I inhaled deeply, taking in the crisp morning air, and looked around. Even docked, the serenity that The Lucy offered was exquisite. When I took her out of the confines of Lake Montauk, away from everything and everyone, there wasn’t anything quite like an Atlantic wind when I opened up the throttle.
Krystina is right. It really is a shame that The Lucy is going to dry dock in a few days.
A vision of Krystina’s long brown curls, blowing in a salty Caribbean breeze, came to mind. I pictured her on the bow with the morning sun behind her, casting a glow around her angelic face.
I could make that happen.
I pulled out my phone to send Laura an email about having The Lucy commissioned to go south, rather than storing her in dry dock. I knew that I might be hard pressed to find a crew this late in the year. But if there was any decent company available to handle the job, I knew that my assistant would be able to find them.
“It looks so different in the daylight with the sun sparkling off of the water,” Krystina observed, looking out towards the shoreline. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”
I held up my finger to signal that I would be with her in a minute. I quickly reread what I had typed. Satisfied, I hit send and turned back
to Krystina.
“I wanted to give you a quick tour of the upper deck, seeing as it was too dark last night.” I placed my hand at the small of her back and led her around the deck. She remained unusually observant while I pointed out various attributes of the boat. When we reached the pilothouse, I explained how I had it modified to create a more open floor plan. “The switchboard design, captain’s chairs, and extra wide console have all been redesigned according to my specifications. The emergency mechanisms –.”
I stopped when I saw the blank look on her face.
“I’m sorry, Alex. I really don’t mean to be rude,” she apologized with a shrug. “I can see that you’re really proud of this. Talk to me about cars and I can hold my own. But I know jack about boats.”
I raised an eyebrow, amused by her confused expression. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her tight to my chest.
“Am I boring you, Miss Cole?” I asked into her ear.
“Oh, no! I just –,”
I bit down on her lobe and she gasped. Backing her up slowly, I pinned her against the main console.
“Don’t you want to hear about Lucy’s state of the art navigation system?” I teased.
I worked my way down her neck, nipping and swiping my tongue over her delicious skin as I went. She leaned back, bracing her weight on her hands. Her hips pushed against mine as she tilted her head back.
I felt as if all the blood in my body went straight to my groin. I groaned, wanting to take her again. Right here and right now.
She shifted slightly and there was a click. I froze.
What did she hit?
When the deck merely flooded with loud music, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Just the stereo.
Fucking her up against a half a million dollars worth of equipment probably wasn’t the brightest idea anyways.
“Oh, no! Sorry! How do you turn it off?” she asked, sounding completely mortified. I laughed as she scrambled around to find the switch that she accidentally pressed.
“Don’t worry, angel,” I assured as I reached to lower the volume to a less deafening level. “I may have bored you to tears with Lucy’s specs, but you may appreciate her sound system.”
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