He only opens it an inch, and then peers inside.
Apparently satisfied, he pushes the door open and drags me inside. Once we’re in, he sticks his head out and looks around. Then, he ducks back in and silently closes the door, locking it behind us.
We’re in a stateroom that’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen on a boat. The bed in the middle is vast.
He rips the covers off the bed and tosses them onto the floor.
“On the bed,” he says in an even tone. “On your back.”
“If it pleases you, Director.”
Chapter 17
He expertly scrunches up the sheets into a makeshift rope. “Hands over your head.”
My pussy jumps to life. “If it pleases you, Director.”
Then, he ties my hands together, binding the sheets to large hooks on the wall. He removes a pillowcase and uses it to bind my feet together. He takes another one and ties it around my mouth, effectively gagging me.
He jumps . . . no, leaps is a better word . . . on top of me.
Lukas Thorn spends a good solid minute looking down into my eyes. The electric connection is almost unbearably intense at this close range.
At that moment, the police boat moves alongside us. The red and blue lights flash as the low rumble of the outboards chug by.
“Shhhh,” says Lukas, never breaking the stare. “It will pass. Nobody saw us.”
The surreal strobe flashes catch his eyes, making him vampire-like in the darkness as his hard body presses into me. The wispy ends of his hair, still wet from the water, fall forward in messy dangles.
The rumbling passes and the lights fade.
Soon, we’re back in near-darkness.
But it’s more than that. So much more than that. The way he looks at me. The way he commands me.
“You’re mine now,” he growls. “You dirty girl.”
I squirm and grunt as I bite down on the makeshift gag, his hardness pressing into my naked crotch.
He snaps his head down to my neck with a lick that causes my entire body to buck upward, like it’s trying to fuse with him completely.
I grunt louder.
“Shhhhhh,” he says.
Right. We’re on somebody else’s boat. I forgot. That’s going to be tough.
He moves back to my face and plants his roughly on my mouth. He bites my lower lip, dragging it with his teeth while growling.
I buck again. Can’t help it.
He lets go of my lip. “Do you want to get fucked, dirty girl?”
I nod yes while making a mmm-hmm sound. I try not to be loud, but it’s difficult. I want to scream Mmm-hmm! as loud as I can . . . because I never meant it as much before.
“So beautiful,” he says as his hands move down to my breasts, stroking my fully-hard nipples lightly. “Such a beautiful body.”
His hand grazes my body all the way down to my crotch. His fingers dance all over my folds.
Yep, I grunt again. You knew I would. I can’t help it.
“Shhhh,” he says again, his fingers working their magic.
Seriously, how does he expect me not to make a sound? This is too much!
“Now remember, you may not come until instructed so. Nod.”
I nod.
“Remember, I took control of your orgasms. They are mine. I own them, just like I own this pussy.”
A finger slides up inside me.
Oh!
He lightly tussles the head of my clit with his thumb as his finger . . . I’m betting his middle one . . . curls up inside me and hits the spot.
Gah!
Oh fuck!
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!
My body bucks in a full convulsion at that, but doesn’t come.
“See?” he says. “I own your pussy. It is mine. It does as I say. It’s my toy.”
He curls his finger and presses upward into the spot again.
Oh fuck!
I growl under the gag.
He laughs. The fucking bastard laughs.
“Torture, isn’t it? Not allowed to come and yet so turned on?”
I nod.
Then I feel another finger move past my pussy and down to my asshole. He taps on my backdoor.
Uh-oh.
Am I ready for this?
I want this. I already told you. I’m just not sure if I’m ready.
As he works his magic on my pussy, the smaller finger . . . pinky, maybe . . . draws little lines back there.
God, he’s doing it again, like at Lorena’s party. He’s playing me like a musical instrument.
He’s just hitting a lower note now, the smaller finger pressing inward a little more.
Then his hand is gone. He’s doing something with his fingers.
Oh, right. He’s using my pussy juice as lube.
His hand returns with a flourish, another tap to the head of my clit and another curl inside.
Ah!
Fuck!
And another tap to my asshole.
Then, the strangest feeling ever.
I mean, I’ve had stuff up there. I’ve fingered myself while watching porn, sure. I mean, when you see those girls enjoying it so much, you gotta try.
I usually forgot about it as I came from stroking my pussy, though.
However, this is completely different.
When someone else is doing the anal invading, it’s a totally different feeling. You have no clue what’s going to happen next because you’re not in charge of it.
I buck and grunt again.
Ooooh, so close to launching that time! So close.
But just like he commanded, I can’t fully get there.
God, what if he never lets me get there? What will happen? The way I feel right now, I think I will just die.
I can see it on my toe tag now. Cause of death: orgasm denial.
Then his little finger parts my sphincter and presses upward inside me.
Oh God!
Deep inside me.
Oh God!
This is weird.
So far so good. I think I kind of like it. Not too different from when I experimented back there.
Then he slides his finger back outward, while hitting my spot again with his other one.
I come closer than I have ever come to coming, but without coming.
This is amazing! It’s like he has complete control of me. Wait, he does have complete control of me!
Oh wow, I’ve fulfilled my mission, haven’t I?
Look, Lorena! Control. I’ve granted him complete control. It worked. It totally worked! Just like you said it would!
Wait, what is that sensation I’m feeling now?
Oh, it’s his little finger moving in and out of my asshole. I’ve adapted. God, I kind of like it.
“You haven’t had anal,” he says. I turn and look at him. I shake my head. “That needs to change.”
The expression on my face must give away my fear. That’s a beast of a cock. I don’t think I’m ready to take that up my ass tonight.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Not now. But anal is my preference. If you’re going to be my property, you’re going to learn to love anal, to beg for it, and to come from anal only. You will eventually prefer it as well.”
What? Really? I sense my eyes bugging out of my head.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll begin training as soon as we get back to Miami. I’ve decided to make you my trainee. If you prove yourself worthy, then you will become one of my private submissives.”
One? Did he say one, as in “one of?” What? There are others?
Before I have time to think too deeply about any of this, he says as he leans back, steps off the bed, and undoes his pants all in one motion, “But now it’s time for you to get fucked. Fucked hard.”
Yeah, that phrase will pretty much make me forget about any thought.
The pants come down, revealing my reward from earlier. Hello, old friend. Come inside me.
He walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer, and fumbles around.