The Lust Boat (11 page)

“This guy was your fiancé?”

Candace sank back in the booth. “Yes.”

“And he’s the reason your girlfriends sent you on this cruise?”

“Right on all counts.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. No, that’s not true. We were supposed to be married a few weeks ago. A few days before the wedding he came home from work and said he didn’t want to marry me.”

“Why?”

“He said…” Candace sipped her drink. “He said I didn’t satisfy him in bed, and he couldn’t saddle himself for the rest of his life with someone like me.”

“Someone like you? What did the bastard mean by that?”

“He said I was frigid and naïve. He wanted someone who knew what to do in bed.”

Ryan growled, a low sound that started deep in his chest and rumbled out like gravel spewing from a volcano. “So your girlfriends sent you to the
Lothario
to cure you.”

“Sort of, I guess. They meant well. Ever since Allen left me, I’ve been thinking about the things he said to me. I believed him until I got here. Now I know he was at least half-wrong. I’m not frigid. When I’m with you, I’m far from it. He might have been right about me being naive.”

 Ryan downed most of his drink in one gulp. He reached for Candace’s hand and laced their fingers together. “I hope I get to meet this former fiancé of yours someday. I have a few things I’d like to get straight with him. After that, I want to meet these girlfriends of yours.”

“Why?”

“I can’t believe they thought you needed to come here, to this floating den of iniquity. As for you being frigid, I can assure you that you are no such thing. I think we’ll put that issue to rest in this afternoon’s class once and for all. I want to thank your girlfriends for sending you here. If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Do you think I’m naïve?”

“No, not naïve. Uneducated maybe. The
Lothario
will take care of that. If I had to guess, I’d say your fiancé wasn’t man enough to satisfy you, and he knew it. He probably has a tiny prick and doesn’t know what to do with it other than the basic in-out. If he did, he would have cherished the opportunity to tutor you in the finer arts of making love, something I look forward to doing, and I’m looking forward to reaping the benefits of your education.”

“Like this morning?”

“Just like this morning. Fortunately for me, you’re a quick learner.” He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, making Candace laugh. “Let’s get lunch. I need to keep my strength up if I’m going to keep up with you.”

* * * *

Ryan gritted his teeth as Candace greeted Fallon with a hug and showered the therapist with praise for the morning class. He didn’t care if Fallon finished her research or not, if she didn’t keep her mouth shut about his identity, she’d find herself alone on the next deserted island they sailed past. That he’d been one of her research subjects early on wasn’t something he wanted to come up in conversation either. He’d long since given up indiscriminate sex, and didn’t want to have to explain his past to Candace. Not yet, anyway. If he was lucky enough to have her fall in love with him, he’d have to come clean with her. He wasn’t looking forward to that day.

Fallon kept her mouth shut and ushered them into the same room they’d been in that morning. She’d covered the massage table with a soft pillow-top pad and crisp, clean white sheets. Ryan’s cock twitched at the mental image of Candace naked on the table. He knew it wasn’t going to happen, not entirely, but the image wouldn’t go away. He waited outside while Fallon assisted Candace. The few minutes felt like hours before Fallon opened the door and invited him to join them.

Candace lay on her back, her fiery red hair in a halo around her head. A folded sheet covered her from armpits to waist. Her feet rested on raised stirrups at the end of the table, much like in a gynecologist’s office. Her long, slender legs were bent at the knees, which she held clamped tightly shut. The scene should have appeared clinical, but there wasn’t anything clinical about the nervous look on Candace’s face, or the beautiful triangle of red curls between her legs. Ryan reminded himself to breathe. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life. No artist had ever captured such vulnerable beauty.

“Relax your legs, Candace,” Fallon said. “Ryan, you take the seat there.” She indicated the low stool that would give him access to Candace. “Adjust the height if you need to.”

He tested the height, spun the stool a few turns to raise it another inch or so, and settled between Candace’s creamy smooth thighs.
Breathe
. His head swam as he breathed in her scent. He wasn’t going to make it through the next few minutes, much less the next forty-five minutes or so.

Fallon issued instructions, clinical and matter-of-fact. She pointed out the important parts of Candace’s anatomy, as if Ryan didn’t have a clue. At that moment he didn’t. Her scent intoxicated him, and he couldn’t think what to do next. Thankfully, Fallon knew.

“Touch her, Ryan. Here,” she took his hand and squirted warm gel on his fingertips. “We’ll use this to ease things today. It’s an edible lubricant. Later, you can dip inside her vagina and use her natural juices, but this will speed things up today.” Ryan smeared the gel over his fingertips. “Use your thumbs to spread the outer labia, gently now.”

Breathe
. Ryan followed Fallon’s instructions, touching, rimming, and teasing. Several times, Fallon had to place her hand on Candace’s stomach and press her hips down in order for him to continue. Finally, Fallon gave him permission to touch his tongue to Candace’s clit.

He lost his ability to hear. He could only taste and feel, savor and worship. Candace raised her hips. Ryan bracketed her between his hands and held her still. In the back of his mind, he knew Fallon had left them alone. She knew he needed no instruction, that he was more than capable of completing the ‘class’ on his own. Candace moaned, bucked her hips, and pressed herself against his mouth. He focused on her, on giving her pleasure, on proving to her that she wasn’t frigid. What an absurdity. Candace burned with passion; she just needed someone to help her unlock her potential. For once, Ryan was grateful her fiancé had been a sexually challenged bastard, and hadn’t tutored her. Candace was his now, and he was going to enjoy every minute of her sexual awakening and education.

She tasted so good, like honey from the gods. Ryan buried his face between her legs. Her body responded to his touch. She bucked. She pressed closer, seeking the delicious pressure she needed.

He gave her the rough edge of his tongue, before he soothed her with soft lips. He sucked, he teased. His hands caressed her hips, her thighs, and her stomach. He raised her hips and traced his tongue down to her sweet ass, and tormented her, until she begged for him to enter her. Ryan swiped a finger through her juices and returned to her ass, circling, applying pressure as he had in Thor’s massage class. Candace fought him, urging him to cease the torment and enter her.

Ryan slid her hips to the edge of the table and held her steady. For a moment, he admired the beauty before him, loathe to end the session, but Candace was getting desperate. She needed the release he could give her.

He wet his finger again and plunged it through the tight barrier of her ass. Candace cried out and ground her ass against his hand. In that split second, he plunged two fingers in her vagina and pressed upwards. At the same time, he clamped his mouth over her clit and sucked. Hard.

She was strong. Ryan kicked the stool out and stood over her, his mouth working her clit, his fingers massaging her g-spot, as her inner muscles squeezed around his fingers. He’d never seen anything so sweet as her wild abandon. A primal scream tore from her throat as her body quivered and convulsed. Ryan hung on until she quieted. He gently extricated his fingers and pushed her knees together.

“Move over,” he commanded. Candace made a feeble attempt to move, as he climbed on the table beside her, and drew her into his arms. She curled around him like a vine on a tree trunk. In moments, she slept. Ryan held her. He’d never been so sexually satisfied in his life. Giving Candace the gift of release had given him much more than he’d thought possible. Was this love he felt strong enough for a lifetime? Yes. Yes it was. If he never had another orgasm, he would be content, as long as he could give Candace this kind of experience.

Fallon peaked in the door and Ryan acknowledged her with his eyes. She winked at him and closed the door. The massage table wasn’t the most comfortable place, but as long as the ship didn’t pitch too wildly, they would be all right. He wasn’t in any hurry to let Candace go.

Candace dressed for dinner in the evening’s costume, a short, pleated plaid skirt, and a white blouse that tied underneath her breasts. It covered more than any of the others she’d been compelled to wear onboard. She certainly got the whole kinky schoolgirl, dominance thing, but she had to wonder what the men were going to be wearing. Business suits and carrying paddles? Nothing would surprise her on the
Lothario
.

She put the final touches on her hair when the cabin steward came to her door. “This is for you, Ms. Candace.” He held out a small rectangular box.

“Who sent it?”

“Mr. Ryan. He said there’s a note inside.”

Candace thanked him, and took the box inside. She read Ryan’s note, written in his strong hand, on heavy paper bearing the
Lothario
logo.

I think you are a naughty little girl. Someone needs to discipline you. Wear this inside you. Every time you misbehave, it will vibrate. Each vibration will be rewarded with a spanking when I tuck you into bed tonight.

The note was signed simply, Ryan.

The pink rubber device wasn’t any larger than a tampon, and there wasn’t any question what Ryan meant by “inside you.” A chill rippled down her spine as it vibrated in her hand. A spanking. Every vibration equaled a spanking. She closed her hand around it and pulled her panties down to her ankles. It slipped easily into her drenched vagina. Candace pulled her panties back up and took a few steps, savoring the feel of the foreign object inside her. She tried sitting and felt no discomfort.
Okay. I can do this. If Ryan wants to play games, I’ll play along.

She washed her hands and took another look in the mirror. The device vibrated. No one but she, and Ryan of course, would know about it. “All right all ready. I’m coming.”
Bad choice of words
. Her knees weakened at the memory of her orgasm earlier. The frigid issue had been laid to rest. The man was a master at going down on a woman. He must have had a lot of practice.

She shoved the idea out of her head as soon as it formed. So what if Ryan had been around? Richard said Ryan had been out of circulation for a long time. He was back in circulation now, and with her. She might be naïve, but she wasn’t stupid. Ryan wanted her and she wanted him, desperately. Waking in his arms this afternoon; she’d seen a side of him she hadn’t seen before. He’d been tender and solicitous. He’d pampered her and treated her like a cherished possession. His arousal had been evident, but he’d asked nothing for himself, had actually turned down her offer to give him relief. Instead, he’d told her in great detail what she’d looked like during an orgasm. Of course, all he’d seen had been her pussy, but he’d described her face as if he instinctively knew what she’d looked like, as if he’d committed her face to memory. She’d fallen in love with Ryan in that moment.

Allen had always rolled over and gone to sleep the minute he finished ejaculating, whether she’d been finished or not. Candace doubted he could describe her face at any time, much less when she came.

Ryan had held her while she slept off the tremendous exertion of her orgasm, and he’d created an image for her, an image of passion and fulfillment. An image she would carry with her the rest of her life.

* * * *

He felt like a voyeur, hell, he was a voyeur. When the cabin steward called to report the successful delivery of the vibrator, Ryan turned on the cabin camera to see Candace’s reaction. He hoped he wasn’t pushing her too far, too soon, with the role-playing, especially in light of what her asshole of a fiancé had said to her not so long ago. He prayed the anticipation factor would outweigh the small humiliations he had in store for her.

The camera lens had been fuzzy, he’d have to have someone see to that, but he’d seen enough. He already owed her two spankings, one for taking too long to insert the device, and another for keeping him waiting.

* * * *

Ryan waited for her outside Triton, one of several small restaurants onboard that were by reservation only. Candace stopped in her tracks when she saw him standing there in a dark suit, looking every inch a successful businessman.
What does he do for a living?
They hadn’t discussed their lives outside the fantasy of the
Lothario
. Ryan looked at ease in the suit, as if it was an outward exhibit of the power he wielded on a daily basis. It fit him to perfection, showing off his broad shoulders and trim hips. He’d tamed his hair and shaved. Her heart somersaulted and she forgot to breathe. A familiar tingle jolted her into action and she closed the distance between them.