by Ana Meadows
Alice’s eyes met his. “Yes?” she responded. “What were you thinking, sir,” she added for good measure.
He smiled. “Sir. I think I might like that a little,” he said. “Maybe you are getting the lay of the land after all.”
“Yes, sir,” she said again, to please him.
“I was thinking that you liked that just now. Maybe more than a little.” Cal tossed his towel aside and placed his hands on her knees. He ran his hands down her thighs, stopping where the soft hair of her mons began. His thumbs began to work the soft flesh, relieving some of the numbness that had crept into her limbs.
Alice lowered her lashes. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of how the moments of discomfort - even of pain - that he’d meted out had made her rush inside, made her ache, become wet. Her voice was quiet, a whisper. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, sir, I do.”
Cal ran his nails lightly back up her thighs, pushing them further apart. He gazed down at her, into the heart of her. Alice closed her eyes, imagining what he was seeing, the parted lips, swollen and pink, glistening with her moisture and his, the pert, little clit peeking up, the folds, so like a flower, like a gleaming, wet bloom. It seemed that his eyes burned into the soft flesh, made it hot, like the rays of the sun she’d enjoyed all these days now, on the deck of the FORBIDDEN.
She opened her eyes, feeling him leaving her again. From the credenza across the suite Cal picked up a candle. It was ensconced in a lovely silver and crystal holder, and smelled of honey and jasmine. He brought it close, so close she could feel the heat of it on her labia. He continued to stare at her womanly parts, in the glow of the candle. Then he placed it on the table, between her legs which began to shake with nervousness at the proximity of the flame to her softest parts. Cal went back to the bedside stand and removed something from the drawer. He appeared again at her side and held up a little silver chain, at the ends of which were two clamps. He stood above her head, his huge erection looming over her so that she could see the underside of it, the length of the shaft, the ropey veins, and the lavender head. She breathed in his scent, the one she had gotten to know so well. She felt she would know it anywhere.
She lifted her head slightly, extended her tongue and lapped at the underside of his cock. It responded to her touch by shuddering slightly. Then suddenly, in that lovely moment, there was the cruel shock of excruciating pain as Cal placed the clamps on her nipples. Alice cried out in shock, tears springing to her eyes – and unbelievably - juices from deep inside her wetting her slit afresh, betraying her.
Cal was again between her legs. Alice opened her eyes, breathing shallowly. The clamps on her nipples seemed to vibrate and tighten, but she knew it was simply that her nipples were swelling, becoming erect in the grip of the silver teeth. She writhed, her hips coming up off the table, and Cal grasped the candle and held it aloft. Alice looked up at him, her lips drawn back over her teeth, the clamps pressing into the soft skin of her nipples, her areoles, the little, silver chain dragging between her plump breasts. The light of the candle glowed on her skin, and then in his hands it was tipping, tipping -
“Cal!” she cried out, believing he was mesmerized by the sight of her body in the throes of pain and pleasure, that he was not paying attention to what he was doing. But then looking into his face, she saw he knew exactly what he was doing and what he meant to do, and she began to tremble violently with fear, with expectation, with lust and wonton desire that surprised even herself. She looked up, watched as the hot, molten wax dripped from the candle, cooling only slightly in the air before hitting her skin, running onto her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She screamed then, beginning to come, her honey running from her, and then feeling the spurting, hot cum issuing from Cal’s cock as he - between her legs, candle in one hand, fist pumping his cock with the other - came in a pearly spray that mixed with the wax cooling on her skin.
Chapter Five
Alice did not remember him carrying her up the stairs. She laid with him, his arms encircling her, in the cooling, healing waters of the pool on the top deck. Still warm from blazing sun of the day, the water lapped against their naked bodies, soothing them, while above them a million stars blazed over an indigo sky. Alice floated, worn, spent from Cal’s passionate onslaught of her body. The water felt almost other-worldly, thick, buoying her up, her nipples poking out of the water.
Cal stroked her shoulders tenderly. They hadn’t spoken, and Alice had no desire to break the silence. She had no idea what to say. She was caught in a mass of emotions - most concerning Cal, but some concerning herself as well. Until now, she’d been only mildly adventurous in her sexual escapades – what she’d been experiencing with Cal went above and beyond her wildest imaginings, especially the pain and pleasure thing - she’d had no idea, and she had to admit, part of her felt a bit of shame about it. But beneath the shame was the heat of excitement as well, the release she experienced by abandoning her inhibitions, feeling things she’d never felt before. And she had Cal to thank for all of it. How would any other man ever measure up?
She turned in his arms and laid her face on his damp skin. He rested his head on the top of hers. Over his shoulder, she could see the stars, twinkling against the midnight sky. Being on the water was so heartbreakingly beautiful. Tomorrow they would land, and Alice had to face the fact that she and Cal had not yet spoken of the “job offer” and the certainty that had grown within her. She slipped an arm around him, her fingers trailing from chest to back, feeling his skin, the defined muscles underneath. She sighed, her heart beat against his, and she knew that she was falling in love with this surprising man. There was no way she could live with being his “kept woman”. Her breath hitched a little as she held back a tear.
“What is it?” Cal whispered, finally breaking the silence between them.
“It’s nothing,” she whispered back, and then Cal pulled her to him, kissing her deeply beneath the glowing light of the stars. Alice’s heart ached with longing for him – but not just sexual longing this time – for true connection, emotional connection. She pressed herself against him, front to front, feeling the whole length of him in the warm water of the pool, their skin silky against each other. His tongue was deep inside her mouth and she took him into her, kissing him back with passion, with her heart, hoping that he could feel what her heart was trying to tell him.
His body rose to meet her, and Alice could feel his growing hardness against her belly. Crying out, letting the tears come silently, tears he could not see for she was clinging to him, staring up into the stars over his broad back, wishing for him, Alice boosted herself against him, opening her legs like a flower, the cool water washing over her most tender, burning parts, and she wrapped her legs around him, sliding over him, his cock pushing smoothly into her like a well-used key in a lock.
Cal placed his hands at the small of her back and she leaned against him, her breasts coming up out of the water, pale in the starlight. He pushed into her over and over, and she moved her hips to meet him, softly, tenderly, with no trace of the earlier violent coming together.
Alice awoke to soft kisses at the base of her spine. She shivered pleasurably, feeling Cal’s firm lips on her skin, kissing his way up to the base of her neck. He lifted her hair and kissed her there, then spooned his body around hers, one arm sliding around her, his hand cupping her breast. He breathed into her hair, and Alice reveled in this moment, feeling safe and protected in his arms. She felt the slight hardening of his cock nestled against the cleft of her bottom, his long legs hugging the back of hers. He stroked her foot with his foot, and for some unexplainable reason, this tender, intimate action brought immediate tears to her eyes. Today they would land. And today she would have to tell him of her decision.
He hadn’t explained anything, so Alice could only assume that she was correct in her thinking. Employment as Cal’s “personal assistant” meant being kept, meant being a whore, paid for her “sexual services”. She’d asked him about his job offer several time
s, only to be met with the same answer; he was “putting her to the test”.
Well, Alice thought miserably, I’ve failed. She knew there were any number of women who would envy her position right now, would jump at the chance to be at Cal’s beck and call, to wear beautiful clothes, live a life of luxury – but at what cost? Her self-respect, her pride? She glanced toward the window where the morning sun was coloring the world a misty gold. She leaned back into Cal’s warmth and breathed a long sigh. She just didn’t want to think about it right now. She just wanted to enjoy this - just this. She wanted to imagine for a moment that he had feelings for her as well, that they were a couple, and behind her, Cal tightened his hold on her body as if he could hear her thoughts. She placed her hand over his, a small tear coming to her eye. I love you, she thought. Please don’t let me leave you.
Cal nuzzled her ear. “Come here,” he whispered, and Alice turned in his arms. She could not help herself. She came face to face, body to body with him, looking up into his handsome face. How she loved waking up with him in the mornings! And now… She lowered her lashes, not wanting him to see the sadness there.
He kissed her. Alice moved in his arms, coming to him as one who is thirsty comes to water. Even though last night’s escapades, and the tender lovemaking that followed afterward was only hours past, she was hungry for him again, voracious in fact, knowing that this was most likely their final tryst. She opened her mouth against his, drinking him in, and wound her legs about him, an invitation to love.
He slid into her softly, into her folds, still swollen, bruised from the previous evening, and even so, it had never felt better to have him inside her, and Alice marveled that his thick hardness could be at the same time so soft and tender, probing, seeking, pleasuring her in the gentlest of ways. He moved his hand to her breast, caressing it gently, bent his head to her nipple and surrounded it with his tongue, and then they rolled gently, changing positions with Alice on top.
She placed her hands on his chest, feeling his hard body beneath her, her gorgeous mass of burnished hair falling over her shoulder like red water. She took him deep into her body, moving her hips, taking her pleasure from him. He reached up then, touching her cheek. “Alice,” he said, his breath coming faster, “Look at me.” And she tried, she really did, but the sight of his face, lost in the rapture of lovemaking was more that she could bear. She did not want him to see her cry. She turned her face away, and even that was not enough. So, instead, she buried her face in his shoulder, her hips grinding against him, and he rose to meet her again and again until together they melted, wetting the sheets beneath them.
They stood on the dock, facing one another. Alice was in the jeans and tee shirt she’d boarded the FORBIDDEN in nearly two weeks ago, her duffle slung over one shoulder. Cal had offered her any and all of the beautiful clothing she’d wanted from the closet on board, but she left only with what she’d had when she came onboard. She could not think of taking anything she could construe as “payment”. She did not want to say good-bye, and instead looked past him, over his shoulder, at the long, black limousine that awaited him, and Watkins, now in a black uniform standing at the ready near the car. He was gazing out at the water, giving them their privacy.
“Please,” Cal was saying. “Let me drive you back.”
The breeze off the water lifted Alice’s hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said, more formally than she meant to. “I really prefer to take a cab.”
“Alice-“
“Yes?” She allowed herself to look at him, hoping.
“You’re sure you won’t…” he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “- continue on?”
Alice looked away, swallowing her tears and a good bit of anger. Even in the last waves of their morning lovemaking, he hadn’t explained a thing, and Alice had been too stubborn to ask him again, either. She’d needed him to make some sort of overture, give some kind of clarity, but he’d left things hanging, and in fact, seemed almost surprised at her decision to go back to her life. The university. Her job – if she still had one, in fact. The struggling. Dullness. But, Alice reasoned, all of that was preferable to being with a man she was in love with who did not love her back – one who paid her to be with him, at that!
She put out her hand and Cal looked at it a moment, as if confused, before taking it. “You’ve been – very gracious to me,” Alice said.
There was an awkward silence between then, then Alice gestured to Watkins. “Looks like you’re getting the nod,” she said. “I don’t want to hold up your schedule.” They both turned as Alice’s cab pulled up alongside the limo. “There, you see? I’m set.”
“Well, then,” said Cal, his mouth in a tight line. “Shall we?”
They walked together toward their respective vehicles. The cab driver got out and opened the back door for Alice. She threw her bag in the back seat and turned to Cal. “Thank you, again,” she said.
He leaned toward her and pecked her on the cheek, then mouth set got in the limo and closed the door abruptly. Watkins gave Alice remorseful look, then he, too, entered the limo. Alice got in the cab and watched Cal’s car drive off ahead of her, tears in her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that the cabbie was speaking to her.
“Miss? You okay, huh?”
Alice wiped at her eyes with her sleeve. “Yes. Sorry.”
The man smiled at her. “Is always hard to leave people you love, eh?”
Alice narrowed her eyes at the unwelcome intrusion to her emotions. She coldly gave the town and address.
“That’s more than a two hour drive, Miss-“
“Yes,” she said, donning her sunglasses, dismissing him.
The cabbie shrugged his shoulders. “Okay,” he said. “Your dime.”
Chapter Six
For a while, Alice watched the coastline from the road, her eyes wandering out toward the horizon and the open water, her stomach clenching, replaying scenes of the past two weeks in her mind; the moment she’d been discovered on the ship and the sexual encounter that ensued, her dominance and Cal’s willingness to participate in her game. She smiled sadly, remembering how she’d thought him a crew member, only to discover he was one of the most elusive, eligible bachelors on the planet. She thought about the lovely nights, the moon and stars making a celestial chandelier for them as they danced on the deck, sipping wine, slipping naked into the pool. About their games and wild escapades, the heights of sexual pleasure she’d found with him, but most of all, Alice thought about waking in the night to find him spooned around her. She thought about lying on his chest with his arm wrapped around her waist. About the muzzy look in his eyes and the sweet way his hair was rumpled up when they woke in the mornings, still wrapped together, a human knot. She swallowed, to keep the tears down, and leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes. The movement of the cab lulled her, and soon she was asleep.
She dreamed of the sea, azure water swirling. She was in the ocean, under water, swimming, and in the dream could breathe as if she were a mermaid. Above her the sun was shining on the water, making everything sparkle, the coral, shells, sand. It lit the plantlife, which wove around her, dancing a ballet. She swirled and turned, weightless, moving gracefully, a feeling of happiness enveloping her.
Suddenly there was another, swimming out of the mist and swirling seaweed, one she would know anywhere, his skin, his body, his scent. Cal swam toward her and they spun together in an undersea waltz, odd, watery music playing softly in the background of the dream. Fingers outstretched toward each other, they darted in and out of rock, coral, and plant like two young otters, naked and laughing. They came together and so realistic was the dream that in the cab Alice moaned and sighed, the cabbie looking knowingly at her in the mirror. It was as if she could feel the smoothness of Cal’s skin, her fingers knowing the map of his body, and in the dream she searched it, touching every inch of him, watching him grow long and hard and strong.
She swam down grasping his cock in her hand, mo
ving it over the shaft, looking up to see his eyes narrow in pleasure, and then she bent, taking it in her mouth, reveling in the taste of him, salty like the sea. She swallowed him, in the dream an expert in oral pleasures, licking, sucking, her tongue flicking over him, making him moan, and when she pulled away, little pearls of cum issued from him and turned to real pearls. He reached down and tied them at her neck, adorning his mermaid. She wrapped her legs around him then and he entered her, larger than ever before, and as he did, as they connected, another Cal appeared and another. In the dream, Alice smiled, not alarmed in the least at this development. She moved her hips against Cal in pleasure, reveling in the way his cock filled her. The second Cal moved behind her then, his erect penis rubbing against the cleft of her ass, probing, seeking entry. Alice felt the initial pain of the head of his cock entering her from behind and then the pleasure of him sliding up into her, two cocks moving together within her creating friction, pleasure, heat. There was a tingling in her nipples, held in the fingers of Cal and Cal, and then the third Cal appeared above her, his beautiful cock smooth and hard and inviting, and she opened her lips and took him in, every orifice, filled with him, and she was exploding.