by Imani King
“Oh God, I’d almost forgotten how big you are…”
“But I could never forget how tight you are.”
I leaned back against him, my hands still firmly wrapped around the bar, and his fingertips clenched deeper into my hips on either side. With slow, gradual and powerful thrusts, he began to take me on top of the highest point of his expensive, magnificent yacht.
While he powered into my body, I gasped out a hearty moan and held onto his body, wrapping my arms backwards around his shoulders. I focused my gaze on the beautiful, open sea, with the sun just barely beginning to set in the distance. It was the ultimate power trip – out here, there was only us and nothing else for miles. The world was ours, and with our naked, wet bodies clashing together under the sun, we were completely exposed and yet totally safe.
It gave me a surprising power trip.
Blaine continued to fuck me, and spread his ankles further again – just to make me tighter around his cock. In response, I forced my hips backwards in a strong thrust, sheathing his cock entirely against me. His balls slapped against my skin with the movement, and I delighted in their touch…so I did it again.
And again.
Blaine got the hint, holding himself rigid as I pushed my body against his over and over, taking charge of the sex. Leveraging myself against the rails, I pushed backwards, sheathing and unsheathing his thick, throbbing cock with my drenched, demanding pussy.
“Sierra, that feels amazing,” Blaine whispered in my ear. His teeth grazed my lobe; his tongue flicked along the edge.
This only pushed me on, naturally, and I picked up the pace. But Blaine wanted to take back control, and he wrapped his arms around me, bending me almost completely over the rail, and secured me against his body as he reasserted his dominance.
With heavy, commanding thrusts, he began to jackhammer my body into complete and utter submission. All I could do was clench maddeningly into his arms as he powerfully overwhelmed me, his rock-hard erection thunderously slamming into my dazed and obedient body.
“Oh god, Blaine, you’re going to make me come,” I moaned hungrily. “Don’t stop…please, oh god, don’t stop…”
He complied with my request, speeding up the pace until I could barely focus on the water and the sky and the beautiful, magnificent sunset in front of me…all that was there was my body and his body, reacting so perfectly together, fitting into one another like we were made for each other.
The building crescendo of pleasure slowly pulled its way up from the darkest recesses in my mind, rising up to exert its power over me and completely subdue every nerve in my body. As I clutched onto his flesh with his arms wrapped around me, his pelvis utterly decimating my own, I began to wail a mighty string of moans as my exhilaration met its boiling point…
The climax came hard, and swift, and toppled every ounce of thought and reason within my body. I held onto his sculpted arms and rode out the incredible set of multiple orgasms, my overwhelmed sex bursting into a cataclysmic spectrum of sensation.
I practically drooped with delight against his body, and he slowed down the pace without stopping.
“Oh wow, Blaine…you’re not finished?”
“Not yet, babe,” he chuckled as he extracted himself from around me. He pulled me over to the side, pushing my back up against a wall of the Jacuzzi enclosure, and lifted my hands up above my head.
Within moments, he’d pushed himself back up into me, pinning my wrists with one hand as his lips found mine. Our tongues slid together in a blurring dance as he continued slamming into my body. Finally, he let go of my wrists so that he could grab my round ass with both of his hands…
…And lift me up against him, pinned between his sturdy, chiseled body and the wall. My hands slid around his neck as I wrapped my ankles around his hips. All the while, he punished me further, his cock apparently loving the new position.
“Come for me, Blaine,” I whispered as he held me supported from below and fucked me hard. “Do it.”
“It’ll be here soon,” he replied hungrily, his lips clasping around my throat. While I groaned, I moved one hand down between us to my throbbing bead, encircling and rubbing it furiously.
Soon, his movements began to grow more frenzied, and his thrusts stabbed further into my slickened, satisfied channel. Meanwhile, the force of my breakneck masturbation – combined with the almighty stabs of his hard-as-steel erection – were getting me back to my own peak as well.
After a few strained seconds, I felt another orgasm come throttling down my pussy, with my mind emptying of all thought once more. Meanwhile, his cock finally released into my tired, fulfilled body, the rubber encasement neatly capturing every last drop of his seed.
He lowered me to the floor, and I pulled him down with me, eager to kiss this incredible man with every remaining ounce of strength left in my body.
14
Blaine
* * *
It took losing my inhibitions with Sierra to realize how utterly stressed and rigid I had been. It was so easy to be around her, and I felt like I could truly trust her. Everyone else that I had come into a sexual relationship with, or grown to rely on, had been revealed to be a viper in my midst. I was a status symbol to them, or worse, an active force to be manipulated or undermined.
The tabloids were powerful, and offered a thrilling proposition to those who were willing to provide information on me. They had other targets that they could pursue – and they did, regularly – but when something juicy happened to me, I became the priority to them.
My face on the cover moved papers.
It was simple statistics – an indisputable fact.
One day, over dinner in the dining hall, we were chuckling to ourselves over some innocuous conversation while I was waiting for a lull in our pleasant chatting. When the opportunity came, I cleared my throat and set my silverware down.
“Sierra, there’s something I have to tell you.”
She looked up at me with those wide, radiant eyes of hers. “Is something wrong?” Concern swiftly came to cloud her face.
I brushed her concerns away with a wave of my hand. “No, everything’s fine. These last few days have meant the world to me, and I just wanted to tell you…how happy I am that you’re here.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” she replied warmly.
“I mean it. Anyone else that I’ve spent more than a few minutes with has had an ulterior motive for me. It’s nice to finally be able to enjoy my time with someone who doesn’t.”
Sierra’s smile seemed to slip.
“You look upset,” I remarked sadly.
“I’m just…that’s so sad,” she told me, setting her own silverware down. “You deserve to have people around who see you as what you are.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“Generous. Confident. Willing to share your experiences with others, if they’d just let you.”
I chuckled to myself. “Such is life of being the kind of person that I am. When you have the attention and resources that I do, it’s expected that you’re basically a meal ticket. I’m used to people trying to get close to me for information. Part of the reason I contacted you through Discreet Companions is that your time on the site predated mine. I knew for a fact that you’d have no idea that I was an option, let alone an opportunity.”
It was sort of true, as long as you overlooked that I joined specifically to reach out to her.
Sierra looked downtrodden for a moment. “How can you be so sure?”
“What do you mean?”
“You say that you know I’m not interested in mining you for information, maybe even going to the tabloids…how do you know that that’s certain?”
I could see where she was going with this. Rising from my chair, I knelt down next to her, taking her hand in mine.
“You are special to me, Sierra,” I told her. “And I can see it in your eyes that you would never try to take advantage of me. You care too much, and you’re to
o grateful to be here. If I suspected for a second that you would undermine me, I’d have you dropped off at the first harbor we saw, and flown back to the States…it’s what I would do to anyone in your position. But unlike the people who have disappointed or hurt me before, you’re something else…something else entirely.”
Sierra pushed back from the table. “I have to…I’m not feeling so well.”
“Are you sure? Can I have something sent for you?”
“No, I’m fine, I just…I need some time to myself, please.”
I wasn’t sure how to interpret this sudden response, but I stood up beside her and nodded. “I understand. When you’re feeling better, I’ll be in the study.”
She nodded in response and fled from the dining hall, and I glanced after her with a mixture of confusion, concern, and suppressed alarm.
Was it something that I said?
All of a sudden, I remembered why I had invited her along in the first place. It had been so easy to lose myself with her and forget that she and I were here for a reason – to determine why she was a part of Discreet Companions.
All in due time, I thought to myself.
It was almost a day before I saw her again. It’s always amazing how you can avoid each other on such a large yacht… After our last conversation it was clear she needed space, and I was going to give that to her. I was nose-deep in a fantastic book by a particular crime thriller novelist when Sierra knocked on my doorway. Glancing up, I set a bookmark inside and placed it onto the nearby end table.
“Feeling better?” I asked, not wanting to push the issue too far.
“I think so.” Sierra hovered near the doorway, seemingly unwilling to come into the room. Her index finger was tracing along the frame’s edge, and she was absentmindedly looking my way.
“Well, that’s good to hear. Just…you know that you can talk to me about anything, don’t you?”
“I do,” she nodded.
“Good.” I stood up from the easy chair and wrapped my arms around her in a full, tight embrace. “I know you’re still getting used to things here, but I just don’t want you upset or bothered by anything between us. This is a safe place. You can trust me.”
She hugged me back, resting her head against my chest. “Thank you, Blaine.”
“Don’t mention it,” I smiled, pressing her cheek against her crown.
After a few seconds, I pulled myself away, lifting her chin with my finger. “Now then. Jensen sent for me not too long ago. Why don’t you go stay in my room, and I’ll be there shortly? I’m sure this won’t take much time.”
“Sure thing,” Sierra replied, visibly happier.
“Excellent. Now, if you’ll excuse me a moment…”
Ten minutes later, I stepped onto the bridge, pausing to take in the scene: a panorama of large windows, a strip of computer screens and data, and a few comfortable black chairs for the captain and his immediate crew. Despite not getting along with the captain, I wasn’t about to let the man in charge of my ship work in squalor, and so I had taken strides to have the bridge decked out. I had commissioned the most aesthetically, premium surfaces and polish under lavish, sensor-powered lighting that premium contractors could build. Their amenities were taken care of, as well as some luxury appliances for storing non-alcoholic drinks and snacks.
Friction or not, my crew was always taken care of.
A nearby sailor motioned to Jensen and alerted him to my presence. “Took ya long ‘nough,” the chief mate grumbled as he climbed out of his seat and wandered towards me. “Listen, we’re comin’ up on our destination sorta ahead of schedule.”
“How far ahead?” I asked.
“Eh…couple o’ days, maybe. Pushed the girl hard on this trip just in case we hit weather. Didn’t want you to miss your fancy festival. Wind was with us. Made better time than she had any right making.”
“How soon?” I asked, cutting him off abruptly. If I let him keep talking, I’d have been listening to tales of his heroic efforts for the next twenty minutes.
“We’ll be there in a few hours, at this rate. I’m wonderin’ if you wanna shore up, or take one of yer usual detours.”
“I’m thinking usual detour.”
“Of course you fuckin’ are,” he grunted. “Couldn’t just be happy gettin’ there early, eh? Gotta make a fuss.”
I overlooked his vitriol, even before his reassuring wink. “Anywhere good nearby?” I asked.
“Well, seeing as we’re in the fucking Mediterranean, I’d say to take yer pick.”
I paused for a moment. Perhaps I should have invited Sierra along for this…but I shook my head. No, you remember what happens when you let her make her own decisions. “You know what? Take us to Greece,” I told Jensen.
“Like, Greece proper, or…”
“Pick the first pretty island around – nothing too big, but somewhere that still has a resort. Figure out if they’ll fit my needs. If so, dock us there, and let me handle things on land.”
“Aye aye, sir,” he replied, returning to his work.
A short while later, I was back at my bedroom door. As promised, Sierra was laying comfortably in my bed, and I closed the door behind myself.
“What did Jensen need?” She asked politely.
“We’re running ahead of schedule by a few days. The weather has been favorable to us, so I thought we might take a small deviation. How do you like the sound of Greece?”
“Greece is good,” Sierra whispered.
“Excellent,” I replied, slipping out of my shirt and shorts, climbing into bed in my boxer briefs. To my pleasure and surprise, Sierra was already nude, and she wrapped her body around mine as I settled in.
“You know, I’m really happy that you invited me along for this,” Sierra told me. “And I’m…sorry about earlier.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, caressing her face with my palm. “Whatever it was, it sounds like you’re fine now…and that’s all that I wanted.”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something else you might want…”
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm,” she whispered into my ear, her breath rolling over my lobe. Her fingers began to tease me, stroking the outline of my cock, and she nipped at my ear with her teeth.
“You have just been insatiable on this trip,” I groaned.
“As if you haven’t,” she chuckled, pressing her lips to mine as she began to straddle me. “But I can’t help it if you’re just so hot…”
I let her grind against me for most of a minute, her hands clamped around my shoulders, before my impatience won out and I flipped her onto her back, reaching for my drawer to find a condom…
15
Sierra
* * *
Blaine greeted me with breakfast in bed the following morning again, and I scarfed down another one of his fantastic omelets, some smoked sausage, grilled and seasoned bacon, and another plate of spiced French toast.
Unfortunately, the (incredible) sex hadn’t ultimately distracted me from how awful I felt. I knew that he was trying to be kind when he said those things at dinner, but I couldn’t help but feel like a monster.
Blaine was wrong about me.
Sure, I was enjoying the intimacy. On a few of the luxury-fueled days on this yacht, I had even been able to avoid thinking about the real reason that I was here.
But as soon as he had opened his mouth and told me how happy he was that I wasn’t here to get information out of him…
That was exactly what I was doing here…but it had already been proven to me that he wasn’t taking advantage of anyone. If there were people using Discreet Connections as some kind of forced prostitution ring, Blaine wasn’t one of those people.
Not from what I could see, at least.
Taking things to another level with him had been a choice. It had been a decision that we both made, at the same time. Nothing illicit had happened. Blaine hadn’t tried to drug me, or coerce me into anything. He wasn’t forcing himsel
f on me, even the brief times I hadn’t been feeling like having sex with him.
He had been a consummate gentleman.
I didn’t want him to feel like I betrayed him. He was going to find out, sooner or later. After all, my work was going to be broadcast, and he probably had someone screen the media for any mentioning of him.
So, after showering and preparing to see whatever Grecian island the crew had chosen, I held my head high and knew that it was all going to sort itself out, and that everything was going to be fine in the end.
But I wasn’t expecting a sudden, sharp dose of reality.
After all of my time on the ship, I had learned to mostly ignore my smartphone. I kept it in my purse or in a pocket just to keep it safe and nearby, and occasionally I’d play around with a game if Blaine was tending to something and I was bored. Forgetting that it was connected to the world was easy to do without even the slightest whisper of cell signal.
Unfortunately, however, the resort on this island had automatic, public access wireless Internet.
While Blaine was making the proper arrangements with the resort management, my phone quietly connected to the open Wi-Fi network. Soon, I felt my phone buzzing with a brief barrage of texts and emails – and one particular text froze my blood in its veins.
It was Kenneth Van Camp.
> Haven’t received any information from you regarding our arrangement. Unless you respond soon with an explanation, we will terminate. – KVC
“Oh crap,” I murmured to myself. In the excitement of the trip, and even when thinking about things yesterday, I had completely forgotten to tell him what was going on – and for all that he knew, I was screwing around, ignoring my mission.
Which, technically, had been exactly what I was doing.
I quickly typed up a reply.
> Am in Greece with Discreet Companions member. Left too quickly to inform. Have been off-grid last few days. Expect updates soon.
As I hit the send button, I grew anxious about what this meant. It had been so easy to completely forget that I had a job to do – and despite Blaine’s ridiculous financial offer, that money wasn’t going to stretch a career.
