by Stone, Piper
My instincts held a weave of anxiety, a moment splattering into my mind that suggested I’d been a fool to charter a yacht, this one in particular. Although my family had used the enterprise for years, even hiring the same employees for confidentiality reasons, I’d seen two different individuals since the last time I’d been on the ship.
And nothing felt right.
I headed for the bridge, surprised to find the captain still at the helm.
“Captain Shelling. I thought you would’ve taken a break by now.” I scanned the area, listening for any sounds. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but I had to make certain there were no compromises, no one attempting to muscle in.
He turned, giving me a quick nod, his face pensive. I could tell he was exhausted, but was there a moment of duress or was I just certain there was no one to trust? “Might be coming into a rough patch of weather. I wanted to make certain and navigate us through the murky waters.”
I studied the cloudless sky, the term murky weighing on my mind. The day of the boat attack all those years ago, the recent storms had left the water frigid as well as increasing the riptides. The cold depths had nearly swallowed up Stephanie, taking me down as well. Now I wondered if that would have fared better for the great leaders. “Well, I’m going to need for you to turn around and head back. Something has come up, business I must attend to.”
Captain Shelling gave me a respectful nod. “You’re the boss.”
“I appreciate your flexibility.” I started to move away from the bridge when several thoughts slid into my mind. I watched the man as he moved back toward the console. Every action was tense, a red flag in my mind, but in truth I didn’t know him. He was an old friend of my father’s. I could feel the pull of the water against the boat, as if he’d already laid a change in direction.
I stood in the shadows for a full two minutes before walking away. I’d taken strict precautions, telling no one about our chartered destination. The captain knew better than to fuck with my instructions. At least for tonight, we’d be secure.
Then all hell would break loose.
For some reason, I hated the thought of telling Stephanie that we were headed back. I laughed softly as I took several gulps of the drink, my thoughts drifting to her, my cock twitching once again. I’d never been one to hold back, and tonight, I was still famished. I took another glance before heading to our stateroom. I wasn’t finished with my lovely bride as of yet.
She’d lit a candle, the light flicker allowing a warm glow in the room.
I could feel the pull of the ship as it was turned and for some reason, apprehension settled into my system.
I stood in the shadows, the slight stream of moonlight highlighting her sleeping form. The rise and fall of her chest was even, her long hair splayed out on the pillow. My hunger only increased seeing the outline of her breasts. My mouth watered from the thought of tasting her again, burying my face in her sweet pussy. As I remained at the foot of the bed, I stroked my already throbbing cock, thinking about all the filthy things I wanted to do with her.
My dark needs shifted into the forefront, creating a more primal hunger. I’d brought with me a few special implements, items that I hadn’t been entirely certain I would use on her. Tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity. She remained fast asleep, unaware my protective nature had been ripped away by my internal beast.
When she shifted, as if sensing my presence, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. After retrieving the cuffs from one of my bags, I eased the shackles onto the nightstand, fingering the cold steel, my heart racing.
I slowly removed my robe, climbing into bed and turning on my side. The tension remained although as I stroked her arm, brushing the tips of my fingers in lazy circles, an odd calming effect washed over me.
As well as the raging desire increasing. Her soft murmurs were nothing but a powerful aphrodisiac.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, scooting a few inches closer. I could see the shimmer of her eyes, the way her soft lips pursed. I’d never been so drawn to a woman.
“Who said anything is wrong?” She had the ability of reading me better than others, a strong attribute that I wasn’t certain I liked. Sighing, I rolled onto my back, once again reminded that this was no fairytale romance.
Easing onto her elbow, her long hair dangled across my chest, creating a wave of sensations. “Because I’m learning your nuances.”
I laughed and rubbed my face. “Just a phone call. Nothing I can’t handle.”
Stephanie eased a strand of hair from my face, the gesture far too inviting. “Then why is the boat turning around?”
“Because in my business world contracts and needs never stop. Unfortunately, I need to get back to handle certain... details.” I doubted she missed my hesitation.
“Contracts. That’s bullshit, Christian. Don’t think that I’m some naïve fool. You forget that I watched my father, observing his techniques. Tell me what is going on.”
The girl would always be formidable.
“There is a certain reporter who could potentially cause issues not only for my business but for the community. I can’t allow that to happen.”
“A reporter? You mean the asshole who accosted me at the marina and do you honestly believe I buy that you care about the Council?” she asked, and I could swear even in the darkness I noticed a tic in the corner of her mouth.
Perhaps she knew me far too well already. “My guess would be the very same reporter. Seems he has a tall tale to tell. It’s something I need to deal with. I will assume that you told him nothing about the sect.”
She jerked the sheet, glancing in the other direction. “Why do you think I’d be that stupid? I know the requirements, the rules imposed on every member of our community. I just hadn’t realized that given your new position, you were suddenly ready to accept them.”
“Yes, we all know the rules, Stephanie. This isn’t about following them as much as keeping us alive. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“You know what? If you want this arrangement to work, you’re going to be the one to learn to trust me. I’m not your enemy and I realize you have several. Dozens.” She laughed, the sound terser than before.
She would never stop asking questions. At this point, I didn’t want to inflame the situation until I had a handle on what was going on. “Stop worrying. This is just business.”
“Right. You can’t just force me to pretend that nothing is going on. I’m not that kind of woman and I never will be. Besides, you can always confide in me, run things past me as if I was actually your friend. Oh, wait. We’re never going to be friends, are we?” The chiding way she issued the words was in direct contrast to the way she brushed her fingers across my forehead, moving back and forth in a slow and easy rhythm was a reminder of the past, when a mother had been allowed to spend time with her children tending to their needs. The thought was ridiculous.
“I already told you, there are certain aspects regarding my business that are best left unsaid.”
She jerked her hand back, issuing a nasty swear under her breath before turning onto her other side. “Of course. Women aren’t allowed. How stupid of me.”
“It’s for your protection,” I insisted.
“Whatever, Christian. As always, I’m reminded that I’m just your wife by name. Good night.”
I yanked her hand, pulling her toward me. “Don’t do that. You know you actually mean something to me.”
“Do what? Shut you down?” she asked haughtily. “What do you want, Christian? I actually was stupid enough to think we might be breaking through some barrier forced between us. Was I wrong?”
I felt the electricity roaring between us, heard the angst in her voice and not all of it had to do with her dissatisfaction from my answer. “What I want is you.” I gave her no opportunity to respond, dragging her on top of me and thrusting my cock inside her tight little pussy. I could feel her surprise by the way her fingers dug into my skin, clawing at the m
onster lurking inside. For a few precious seconds, the beast wanted to take over, lording dominance in a manner that could instill fear.
And submission.
“I didn’t give you permission.”
I cupped both breasts, squeezing until she moaned. “And I didn’t ask.”
“Oh. Oh, God.” Her breathless sounds were evocative, driving my hunger to the breaking point. She clamped her knees against me, tossing her head down until her hair was able to tickle me again. Then she planted her palms on my chest, slowly rocking up and down.
“Damn, you’re so tight.” I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her skin as she rode me. I allowed her to take control, savoring the moment before shifting once again, pushing her hard against the bed. I dragged her arms over her head as I ground my hips, my mind reeling as she made soft whimpering sounds. “You belong to me. That’s something you seem to forget.”
“How could I forget?”
“I have something to make certain you remember at all times. Keep your arms in position. If you disobey me, I will punish you.” I grabbed one of the leather cuffs, sliding the edge along the inner part of her arm.
“What are you doing?”
“As I said, a reminder.” I moved to a crouched position, easing the cuff around her wrist.
“Wait a minute,” she whispered.
I placed my index finger over her mouth, shaking my head. “No talking or I will use my strap on your pretty pink nipples.” I snapped the shackle in place, securing the other end to one of the iron posts. Then I took my time walking around the end of the bed, almost surprised that she hadn’t moved her other arm. When I repeated the move, tugging her slightly then securing her firmly, only then did she attempt to struggle.
“I just... I don’t know if I can do this.” Stephanie kicked out her legs, twisting back and forth.
I moved into the shadows, still able to admire her beautiful form. “Obedience means many things, including learning to trust.” I could still hear her whimpers and strangled breath sounds as she jerked on her cuffs, the sound of metal hitting metal invigorating, but I craved to see more of her.
Including every nuance of her facial expressions.
“We’re on a journey, you and I,” I said quietly as I selected a second candle, tipping the wick into the already burning flame. I held it in front of my face, turning the thick pillar back and forth before placing it only inches away from the first.
“A journey,” she repeated.
“Yes. Learning that obedience can bring an indulgence of pleasure, but only if you learn to obey.”
I heard the slight grumble she emitted and immediately my cock began throbbing even more. Then I yanked the top sheet completely off the bed, exposing every inch of her glorious body. She twisted again, her body writhing as she continually lifted her head. I moved closer to the bed, taking my time as I slid the edge of my nail along the inside of her leg, inching up only centimeters at a time. “Complete obedience without question.”
Her eyes never left mine as I continued my exploration, moving all the way down the other leg to the bottom of her foot.
Shuddering, she parted her legs, as if making me a blatant offer. I shifted my attention to her tummy, moving around her belly button in circle after circle. The rise and fall of her chest pulled more excitement from me, my needs intensifying, burning from deep within. Then I circled first one nipple then the other, taking my time until her rosy pink nipples were hard as pebbles.
When I pinched one between my thumb and forefinger, she moaned, straining against the bindings.
“Pain can be exquisite,” I said casually, repeating the move with her other nipple, twisting and pulling as she tossed her head back and forth.
Stephanie licked her lips, taking several shallow breaths. Her eyes were now closed, a light sheen covering her face.
I dragged my knuckles between her breasts and down to her pussy, rolling a single finger around her clit before pinching the tender tissue.
“Oh. Fuck!” Her words reverberated in the room.
“Open your legs wider for me, my princess.” She followed my command without hesitation, spreading and even bending them at the knees.
I took a deep whiff, the ripe scent of her feminine wiles more intoxicating than ever. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you hungry for me?”
She bobbed her head, her eyes now half open.
“Soon, my sweet. Soon.” I straddled her just above the waist, planting one hand against the wall and the other around my cock. “Now, you’re going to suck me like a very good girl. Open that sweet mouth of yours.” I tapped her mouth until she obeyed, rubbing my cockhead around her lips in several circles. My breathing was already ragged, the blood pumping wildly throughout my veins.
She darted out her tongue, dragging the tip across my sensitive slit. Immediately, she was rewarded with beads of pre-cum. “Mmm...”
“Do you enjoy sucking a man, my sweet girl?”
“Very much.”
“That’s good since you’re going to do it very often.” I slipped several inches inside her wet and hot mouth, immediately quaking from the intense sensations rocketing through me. “Now, suck me like a good little girl.”
She lifted her head, taking several more inches, using her strong jaw muscles to suck. Her tongue never stopped moving, sliding back and forth.
The electric jolts were sensational, driving down my legs in a jagged pattern, leaving me breathless. Stars even floated in front of my eyes, every muscle tensing. “That’s it. Fuck, yes.” I held back as long as I could, watching her sucking in a voracious manner, the soft mewing sounds a perfect backdrop.
Then I became crazed, jutting my hips forward until the tip hit the back of her throat. Although she gagged at first, I could feel her throat relaxing, tension easing from her body as she clamped her mouth tightly around the thick invasion.
I kept the rhythm even, plunging in and out of her mouth until even I had difficulty breathing. “That’s it. Yes. So good. I love your tight little mouth.” I’d never wanted a woman to suck me dry as much as I did this incredible girl. All the dark fantasies I’d had about her over the years, the hunger that had never been fulfilled had created the beast within me.
I’d never been satisfied. She’d always been the one. Now she belonged to me.
I was like a wild man, brutally fucking her mouth, driving as deep inside as possible. Unable to focus or even think clearly, I was too close to coming. No. Not this way.
Not yet.
As I pulled all the way out, she whimpered once again, stretching against her tight confines. I raked my hands through my hair, realizing my entire body was shaking from the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I took several gulping breaths before backing away, taking one of the candles into my hand.
She shifted as I walked closer, studying me as I eased onto the edge of the bed.
I twirled the pillar, watching the way the liquid wax swirled from the twists of my hand. As I shifted my gaze in her direction, she pursed her lips, her eyes never leaving the candle. “Pleasure comes in several methods.”
“Yes,” she whispered, the single word almost inaudible.
As I lifted the pillar, tipping it slightly, she whimpered in a husky tone.
“What are you doing?” Her defiance had returned, her question far too demanding.
“When you’re very careful, various tools can be used to provide heightened ecstasy, but again, you have to learn to trust me. Can you do that?”
Stephanie bit her inner cheek, still taking several raspy breaths as she darted her eyes back and forth across mine. She was searching for a reason to be able to trust me, longing to be able to do so.
“I promise you, no harm will come to you.” I steadied my hand, keeping the candle in the same position as I brushed my pinky around and around her nipple.
She took several deep breaths, as if trying to calm her nerves, and closed her eyes
. “I trust you.”
“Good girl. Keep your eyes shut or pleasure can turn into anguish.”
“Yes. Sir.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her continued rebellious nature, but that was what had always drawn me to her. Not just her elegant beauty. Or her dazzling smile.
Or her creative take on the ugly world surrounding us.
She was a fighter.
Very slowly, I allowed several drops of the hot wax to fall, splashing against her chest. While she issued a series of whimpers, to her credit, she managed to obey.
“A simple and very beautiful thing such as a candle can be more sensuous than a touch.” I repeated the move, this time allowing the drops to fall in a circle around her right nipple. My balls were tight as drums, my heart racing.
“Mmm...” She wiggled, shifting her legs until they were now wide open, her knees completely bent.
She had no idea how much the action dragged on the sadist within me. I took a deep breath, moving to her other nipple, allowing two perfect beads to fall on her hardened bud.
“Oh! Oh...” Her eyelids fluttered once but still, she obeyed, clenching her fists instead.
“You’re doing very well.” The candle provided the perfect amount of wax, allowing me full control as I dripped a line between her breasts and down to her tummy. Only then did she begin to shake, her breath skipping.
“Um. I...” She jerked up as much as the bindings would allow, arching her back.
“Does that feel good?”
Her laugh was nervous before she answered. “Yes.”
I issued several more drops then ran my fingers through the heat, taking several deep breaths as myriad sensations electrified every cell. After dripping wax a few more times, I put the candle on the nightstand, now using both hands to rub the wax in circles and strings crisscrossing her heated skin.
A smile of satisfaction crossed her face, goosebumps popping along every inch of her arms and chest. The way her face flushed, crimson creeping along her jaw to her cheeks was simply mesmerizing. I rubbed the flat of my hand down her stomach until I reached her beautiful pussy, taking yet another deep breath. The moment I pulled back her slickened folds, she tensed.