The Lust Boat (12 page)

“I’m a busy man. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Ryan’s authoritative tone told her the role-playing had all ready begun. It no longer mattered that she didn’t know much about him. She focused instead on assuming her submissive role.

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time,” she said, using best meek voice.

“We’re having dinner with Richard and Captain Whittier, but first let’s take a walk out on the deck.”

Candace let him slide his arm around her waist and steer her through the double doors and out onto the twilight lit deck. They strolled together for several minutes in silence. Another couple passed them going in the opposite direction, eyeing them in their costumes, but saying nothing. Ryan pulled her close to the bulkhead and swung around so his back faced the ocean.

“On your knees.” Ryan placed his hand flat on the top of her head and pushed until Candace dropped to her knees between him and the wall. “Unzip me.”

Candace glanced around Ryan to see if they were alone. The deck was deserted as most of the passengers were at dinner at that time of day. Before Ryan buzzed her again, she closed her fingers around his zipper and pulled it down.

“Take my cock out and suck it.”

She felt her face flame and with trembling hands, parted the slit in his slacks. He must have planned this because he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Candace slid two fingers inside and grasped his cock. Holding the fabric open with her other hand, she pulled his rock hard cock through the opening.

“Put it in your mouth. Now.” His tone brooked no argument. Candace leaned forward and Ryan did too, bracing himself with both hands on the wall behind her, as she wet her lips and closed them around him.

“Work it. Make me come.”

Candace closed her eyes and tried to forget she was sucking a man’s cock in a public place. Ryan didn’t seem to care, and truthfully, once she’d tasted him again, she didn’t care either. With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, she slid her mouth along his length, trying to put to use the tips Fallon had given her. Ryan groaned and pumped his hips against her face. Empowered by his reaction, Candace slipped the fingers of her free hand into his trousers, found his balls, and tugged. Ryan cursed and shifted so one hand braced him and the other splayed across the back of her head, holding her in place. He pumped hard, once, twice, before he came in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but he’d more than filled her mouth. As he pulled out, a trickle slid from the corner of her mouth. She reached up instinctively to wipe it away.

“Don’t. Leave it.” Candace dropped her hand and looked up at him. “Put my cock away and stand up. We’re late for dinner.” Her pussy buzzed again and she followed Ryan’s terse orders. When she stood, Ryan slid his arm around her waist again and returned them to the restaurant. Candace was mortified at how she must look, her hair mussed where Ryan had held her head, her lips red and swollen with a trickle of cum on her chin.

“You look like a very naughty girl, just the way I like you.”

The others were waiting for them at the table. Richard and his date wore the usual
Lothario
dinner attire, skimpy sarongs, but his date wore a thick leather collar around her neck with a heavy leash attached to the front of it. Richard had the other end of the leash wrapped around his fist. Candace blushed and looked at the other couple as Ryan pulled out her chair for her. Captain Whittier was dressed as a pirate and his date wore an elaborate, but ragged Regency-era gown. It didn’t take much imagination to ascertain what the other couples were up to.

“Sorry we were late,” Ryan said. “Candace wanted to finish her lollipop.”

Candace felt four sets of eyes scrutinizing her. She kept her eyes fixed on the menu that had been placed on the table in front of her. Heat crept up her neck to her hairline. Her pussy buzzed and she looked up at Ryan.

“How was it?” Ryan’s lips quirked up on one side and his eyes challenged her.

She chose her words carefully, emboldened by what she saw in his eyes.“Delicious. It tasted incredible.” Her tongue swept across her bottom lip and she dabbed her napkin at the bit of cum on her chin. All humor left Ryan’s face. She felt empowered as never before. She used her napkin to hide a triumphant smile. Two could play at this game

Her pussy buzzed again and she lost her train of thought.

“Maybe I’ll give you another one for dessert.”

“Uhm…” She decided it was more promise than threat. “Yes, I’d like that. Thank you.” Neither one of the other women had said a word. Candace glanced around the table and caught Richard’s raised eyebrow directed at Ryan, who returned the look. What were the two of them communicating? Their waiter appeared, dressed in traditional formal attire. Candace had gotten used to the skimpy outfits the staff wore, so seeing so many people more or less fully clothed, surprised her. She addressed Richard. “I haven’t seen this much cloth in one place since I came aboard.”

“We have our moments. The chef for this restaurant is picky about naked people serving his creations. He’s awfully good, so we humor him.”

“Would you prefer a naked waiter?” Ryan asked.

Candace considered her answer. If she answered yes, would that earn her another spanking? She’d lost count, but thought she’d already accumulated enough to suit her. “No.” No buzz. She might be slow, but she did catch on.

The rest of the dinner went without any surprises, and as Richard had indicated, the food was exceptional. She earned another spanking when Ryan took her hand and placed it on his crotch under the table. She moved it back and got a buzz for her impertinence, so she replaced her hand. He was hard again, or maybe he’d never lost his erection, she didn’t know which.

When the meal was cleared, their waiter returned to take their dessert orders. Candace eyed the chocolate mousse cake, sure it would be as delectable as the rest of the meal. Ryan had other ideas.

“We’ll have dessert in your cabin,” he commanded and pulled her chair out, so she had no choice but to leave with him. “I’m sure I have a lollipop for you.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist, bid their tablemates a curt goodnight, and pulled her out of the restaurant. Her heart raced as she struggled to keep up with Ryan’s long, hurried strides. He’d promised a spanking when he put her to bed. Did he mean now? It was early still. How long could a spanking take?

“It’s too early to put you to bed, so we’re going to Pan’s again. I need a drink. You are not to look at another man’s cock.” He pulled her to a stop. His free hand closed around her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you understand me? Do you know what will happen to you if you look at another man’s cock?”

“Yes. I understand. I won’t look. I promise.” How to accomplish that in Pan’s Lounge was something she couldn’t fathom, but she’d have to try, or risk a beating instead of a spanking. Not that she believed Ryan would hurt her. In fact, she knew he wouldn’t. This whole thing was nothing more than role-playing, she was sure of it.

As they neared the bar, Ryan squeezed her wrist and hissed, “Keep your eyes down. Don’t make me have to punish you more.”

Candace cast her eyes down and allowed Ryan to steer her to a small alcove with a cozy curved bench seat, big enough for two. Ryan ordered for them, a Margarita for him, and a soda for her. The drinks arrived and Ryan slid lower on the bench. “Touch me. I want to see your hand on me.”

She covered his erection with her hand and squeezed him through his trousers. “Not like that. Unzip me.” Her pussy buzzed. “I said, I want to see your hand on me. Take it out where I can see.” Candace did as he requested, baring his hard-on in the privacy created by their table. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and kept it there. It felt so wonderful, hard as steel, yet warm and silky smooth. “Jack me.” When she jerked her hand up and down, he buzzed her again. “Slow. I don’t want to come.”

Candace slowed the pace. Ryan must have been satisfied, her pussy remained calm. Between the buzzing, the dread and the uncertainty, and the anticipation, as well as having his cock in her hand, she was so wet she was afraid her juices would be running down her legs before she got to her room.

“I can smell you. You want to be fucked, don’t you? You are a naughty girl. I think we should go to your room now. I’ll give you the lollipop I promised you, and I want to watch you make yourself come. After that, I’m going to give you the spanking I promised you.” He finished his drink and set the glass on the table next to Candace’s untouched soda. “Put my cock away now.” She did. “Keep your eyes down. There are a lot of cocks out tonight.”

They were well away when Ryan spoke. “You behaved yourself in there. You deserve a reward.” He led her to her room and she let them in with her keycard. It was the first time Ryan had been inside her room. He turned the deadbolt, sealing out the rest of the world. A shiver raced down her spine. Had she made a mistake?

Ryan stepped around her and pulled the small desk chair to the middle of the room. “Get on your knees on the chair and lean forward over the back.”

Candace moved into the position he’d indicated and waited. Ryan walked a slow circle around her. He groped her breasts, stroked his hand down her back. When he stopped behind her, Candace sucked in a breath, anticipating the spanking he’d promised. Instead, Ryan flipped her skirt over her back. Cool air against her heated skin caused goose bumps to rise on her legs and buttocks. Ryan peeled away the white cotton panties that had come with the outfit, to reveal her ass.

She gripped the chair back with white knuckles and dropped her forehead to rest on top of her hands. If he was going to spank her, she wanted to get it over with. The suspense and anticipation had done the job. Her pussy dripped with arousal. If he didn’t touch her soon she’d spontaneously combust.

“You’re wet.” Ryan drew a finger through the hot dew between her legs. She shivered at his touch. “I bet I could make you come with just a touch, but I won’t. I want to watch you make yourself come, but first I promised you another lollipop.” He moved to stand in front of her and loosened his belt, dragging it with maddening slowness through the belt loops. Would he spank her with his belt?

“Turn your face up.” Candace did as instructed and Ryan unfastened his slacks and spread his legs, so the soft wool fabric held at his thighs. He took himself in one hand and with the other, held her head as he guided himself to her mouth. “Open for me Candace. It’s not chocolate mousse cake, but you like it, don’t you?” Candace opened her mouth and Ryan filled it with his cock. “Suck it. After dessert you can have an orgasm.”

She did like it, maybe too much. She wrapped her hands on the chair back. Ryan held her head and rocked back and forth, shoving his big cock deep with each thrust. Candace massaged him with her tongue and hummed as he rocked against the back of her throat. In a few minutes he drove in hard and yelled out, “Fuck it, Candace, you’re killing me!” He spilled his seed down her throat. She swallowed, running her tongue around him to get all she could.

Ryan pulled out of her mouth and tucked himself back into his slacks. “You are a wicked little girl, aren’t you?” Candace thought it a rhetorical question and didn’t answer. Her pussy buzzed.

“Yes. I’m a wicked little girl.”

“Do you want me to spank you?”

“Yes. Please. I’ve been bad. I should be punished.”

“Yes, you should.” SMACK! Ryan’s hand contacted with her left butt cheek and she cried out, more from the shock than the pain. He hadn’t hit her that hard.

SMACK! He landed another one on the other side.

“Ah, yes. Turn your head so you can see.” He swung the bathroom door out so she could see her ass in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. “See my handprint on your ass?” He placed his hand over one of the angry red marks. “My mark means you’re mine. All mine.”

He smacked her two more times. Candace bit her lower lip at the slight pain. “On the bed, woman. I want to watch you make yourself come, and then I’ll finish your punishment.”

Candace slipped off the chair and climbed on her hands and knees across the bed so she lay in the middle, propped against the mound of pillows piled on top. She kicked off the restricting panties and flipped her skirt up to her waist. Ryan turned the chair around and straddled it so he had a front row view. Embarrassment heated her skin. The only time she’d ever come with the lights on had been at Ryan’s hands, or more precisely, his mouth. She wasn’t at all sure she could do it now, but she was wound so tight she thought she might die if she didn’t come soon.

She touched herself, letting her fingers slide through the heated, swollen folds that were slick with her own juices. In the back of her mind, she was aware of the tiny vibrator still inside her, but it didn’t matter. Her fingers found her hard throbbing clit. She pressed down and rotated her flattened fingers. It didn’t take long. Orgasm coiled within, threatening to erupt throughout her body. Candace gasped for breath and arched her hips, as her body, inside and out, reached for the summit.