The Lust Boat (8 page)

“That’s not important right now. What is important is that you’re hurting. Let me take the ring off.” Before he could stop her, she parted the towel and his cock sprang free, all purple, and red and angry looking.

“Oh God, Candace, no.” He collapsed down to his elbows across the table, unable to stop her. “Jesus, woman! If you have to do it, make it quick before you kill me.”

She wasn’t listening. She held his cock in one hand and stroked two fingers of the other down the length of him and over his balls, taking them into the palm of her hand and rolling them as if they were a pair of giant dice. Ryan threw his head back and fought the rising tide between his legs.

“You’re big.”

“Just take the ring off! Please,” he begged through clenched teeth.

“Don’t you think it will be easier if it were lubricated?” she asked as she bent her head. Her tongue flicked out and slicked from the base of his cock to the head. His semen followed the same path, erupting against her chin like a broken fire hydrant. Ryan’s elbows slipped out from under him and he fell against the table, cursing a blue streak as his hands sought and found her head, still bent over his spewing cock.

He held her there until his cock pumped it’s last before he let her go. He lifted his head enough to see her face covered with his cum and a big smile. “Wow,” she said. “I never did get the ring off.” She slipped the ring off. Ryan bit back a curse. She stood between his legs, her face dripping with cum, playing with the cock ring, when he struggled to his elbows again. “I think I’ll keep this as a souvenir.” Ryan groaned and dropped back to the table.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

Laughter bubbled up and out. After a moment, Ryan’s stomach began to jiggle and his laughter joined hers. Candace reached for a clean towel and wiped Ryan’s cum off her face. Still sprawled across the table, with one arm thrown over his eyes, Ryan moaned and laughed again. Heavens, he was a beautiful man, all lean muscle and tanned skin. Limp, his cock was bigger than any she’d ever seen, not that she’d seen all that many, but you couldn’t go through four years of college and not see a few. Her only experience however, had been with her fiancé, the rat bastard, and he hadn’t been anywhere near the size of Ryan.

Look what I’ve been missing
, she thought, and another laugh escaped. Ryan lifted a hand, and she helped pull him up to a sitting position. His arms slipped around her waist and he pulled her as close as possible. “That’s a first for me, coming in a woman’s face.” He took the towel and wiped a drop of cum she’d missed. “Sorry about that, but I did warn you.”

“Yes, you did. I had to do something. You should have seen your face. I don’t think you would have been in as much pain if you’d broken your leg,” she teased.

Ryan leaned in. His tongue swiped at a streak of come dribbling down the side of her neck. “I think you’re right. Poor Thor, I don’t think he knew what to do with us.”

Candace held onto the cock ring, which she dropped into her purse when she got back to her stateroom. Ryan had tried to take it, but she had insisted on keeping it. She set the small bag of creams and oils that Thor had given her, next to the welcome basket. Candace stepped into the shower, giving special attention to her oily backside. Touching herself there brought back heated sensations and longing. Allen hadn’t touched her there.

She turned her face to the spray. Allen had barely touched her. She hadn’t known it at the time, had thought what they did was normal, but after one day on the
Lothario
, one day spent with Ryan, she realized how wrong sex had been with Allen. At the end, he’d blamed her for his lack of interest, and she’d believed him, but Ryan had been so aroused that even a cock ring hadn’t kept him from coming when she touched him. For the first time in months, Candace began to think that maybe the problem had been Allen’s all along.

She applied a small dab of the special cream to her still sensitive anus and donned the evening’s costume. It took a few minutes to figure out how to get the toga-style garment to cover as much as possible. After a few tugs to close the open sides, she stood back and surveyed herself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Nothing but a length of white fabric, bunched at the shoulder by a gold clasp, and belted at the waist with a gold cord, it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Candace looked through the welcome basket, and found the jar of glitter cream and spread it over her exposed shoulder, along her arms and legs. She dabbed some on her cheeks, swiped gloss on her lips and pronounced herself ready, moments before Ryan knocked on her door.

He wore the same style toga, but the men’s version was longer than the women’s. Candace eyed him up and down, stopping at the hemline. The fabric began to rise like a stage curtain. Ryan shifted, adjusting the fabric and his erection beneath it. “Sorry. It happens every time I see you.”

“I don’t mind, but it must get uncomfortable.”

“A little, but I can live with it. Are you ready to go?”

They ate dinner at a table with two other couples who had met on board and were planning to visit some of the smaller fetish rooms on the lower decks. One of the men kept stroking the back of his partner’s neck throughout dinner. “What goes on on the lower decks?” Candace asked as she and Ryan strolled on the moonlit deck after dinner.

“Lots of things. Mostly specialized sex play. Did you see Chad stroking Pam?”

“Yes. I thought it was kind of sweet.”

“I’m not so sure it was sweet. I think they may be into pet play.”

“What’s pet play?”

“It’s a form of domination sex, sometimes with bondage thrown in. One person is the pet, say a kitten or a dog, and the other is the master. Sometimes they dress the part. Chad could have just been horny, but I’ve seen it before. The petting is a subtle way to remind her of her status, and perhaps what is to come later on.”

Candace had never heard of such a thing. “Really? People do that?”

“There isn’t much people won’t do. You might see people on a leash, or worse, if you keep your eyes open.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. I haven’t seen a lot of it on the
Lothario
, but there are rooms below, devoted to almost every sexual proclivity imaginable. Most of the people who use them want to try something new, but occasionally, someone comes on board to openly practice what turns them on.”

“I can’t imagine it. I’ve already seen and done more than I knew existed.”

“I’ll take you down there if you want to see what it’s all about. Does kinky sex interest you?”

“Two days ago I would have said no, but I have to admit I’m curious.”

“I’ll take you down there, but not tonight. We’ll go one morning. There’s less likely to be anyone using the rooms that time of day, and you can look all you want. There are a few classes during the week for some of the more widely practiced ones. You can take a class on bondage techniques, and there’s one on spanking.”

“People enjoy being spanked?”

Ryan swatted her on the ass hard enough to sting and make her squeal. “Sure. I can get you a schoolgirl costume, and when you’re naughty, I can spank you.”

Candace was grateful for the dim light on deck, as her face grew hot. “Would that turn you on?”

Ryan stopped. Candace took another step before she realized he wasn’t beside her. She turned to him. “Everything turns me on if you are involved. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll tie you up, I’ll spank you. I’ll make you my slave, or my pet. I’ll let you do any or all of those things to me.”

“I…” Candace saw and heard his sincerity. “I… uh. I don’t know if any of those things is my cup of tea, but I’ll let you know if I want to give any of them a try.”

Ryan nodded. “Fair enough.” He resumed walking, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together. “I think you should know I’ve had experience with most of those things. It’s been a while now since I’ve done any of it, and I wouldn’t go back to any of it, unless it was for the right reasons.”

“What would be the right reason?”

“To satisfy the woman I love.”

“But you said you’d do them with me.”

“I know.”

Candace stopped now. “Are you implying what I think you are?”

“That I love you? Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

“I don’t know what to say. You hardly know me.”

“I know enough. I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. This ship isn’t you, but you’re willing to give it a try. I appreciate that. I’ve known a lot of women who are indiscriminate when it comes to sex, and others who are so uptight they’re afraid to take their clothes off. You aren’t like any of them. You’re real. You’re beautiful, smart, and open to new things. You’re passionate too. I thought you were going to orgasm this afternoon when I put my thumb in your ass. All I thought about when I had my finger inside you was what it would feel like to put my cock inside you, and I knew you were thinking the same thing. That’s why I stopped. When I see you come for the first time, I want to be inside you.”

He wanted to be inside her. He loved her. Allen had said he loved her, but the words had never sounded like they did when Ryan said them. Everything he said had the ring of truth. She had been on the brink of orgasm, and when he’d stopped, she had thought she might die from frustration. She had been wondering what it would feel like to make love to Ryan, she had no idea he had been thinking the same thing. She’d seized the opportunity to touch him, to taste him. Knowing he desired her meant a lot. Allen had rarely been in the mood. Many times, he’d begged off, rather than make love to her, and many times, she’d gone to bed frustrated and thinking she had an unnatural sexual appetite. Everyone knew men wanted it more than women. Right? So if she wanted it more than Allen, there must be something wrong with her. Of course she’d found out the real reason he didn’t want to have sex with her. He was getting more than enough at the office, the gym, and everywhere else in town.

Her friend Karen had a theory, and the more Candace thought about it, the more it made sense. According to Karen, Allen needed a wife to further his career. He needed someone he could point to as evidence of his stability. Candace had looked like the perfect candidate. Attractive and intelligent, her status as a schoolteacher would have reflected well on him. But when it got down to it, they weren’t compatible in bed, and Allen, the weasel, had blamed her.

It made as much sense as anything.

 “I don’t know what to say, Ryan. I’m not ready for a relationship right now. I don’t want to talk about why, not yet, but you were right about my thoughts. I do want you, but I don’t want to rush into a sexual relationship. I didn’t really want to come on this cruise, but my girlfriends said it would be good for me, and I didn’t have the energy to argue, so here I am. This is all so new to me. I’m flattered that you think you love me, but can we just be friends for now?”

“I can live with that.”

“Good, because I do want to see what’s what. I want to go to more classes, with you, and try new things.”

Ryan swept into a deep bow. “Then I’m your man. Your wish is my command, fair lady.

“I command we see the show in the coliseum tonight.”

* * * *

Candace shifted in her seat. The show had been billed as an acrobatic extravaganza and it was that, and more. Nimble acrobats swung, swooped, bounced, and defied gravity with amazing dexterity, and they did it wearing nothing but elaborate body paint. Having sex, while suspended twenty feet above a stage that rocked with the waves, was simply astonishing.

Ryan leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “I don’t know how those guys climb those things while they have an erection. That’s got to hurt.”

Candace stifled a snicker. “Look at that woman. How does she do that?” The acrobat in question hung face down, parallel to the stage and spread eagle, suspended by cloth ropes around her wrists and ankles. A male acrobat hung upside down, using her legs to hold himself in place while he fucked her. On the stage below, the rest of the team held the trailing ropes steady while contorting themselves into seemingly impossible positions.

“Her? What about him? How does he keep enough blood going uphill to stay up?”

Candace laughed. Ryan was so in awe of the acrobats’ impressive blood pumping skills. “Could you do that?”

“Honey, I can do a lot of things, but that isn’t one of them.”

The troop moved to form a totem pole, each one standing on the shoulders of the man below. The last man braced himself on the knees of the man on bottom and waited while one of the women fitted him with a butt plug that resembled a horsetail. The man began to climb, stopping along the way for each man in the tower to suck his cock, while he sucked the cock of the one above. A few of the men had to bend at the knees to accommodate him, causing the audience to ooh and aah as the tower wavered. The tail hung down and brushed the face of the man below and added humor, as they each made a show of trying to blow the hair out of their face.