by Kylie Parker
Chapter Forty
Around another rock island in the cove, a racing yacht was anchored. Lawrence smiled broadly, standing up to gesture towards it. “This, my girl, is our home away from home.”
It was luxurious beyond everything she had previously seen. As soon as they boarded, Lawrence pulled her downstairs.
“See we get where we need to go.” Speaking in a quick low voice, he opened the door, and she followed him into the room.
“What am I going to do?” Selena looked at him with big eyes, not even taking in her surroundings. Looking straight into his eyes. But he didn’t look worried; there was no concern there. He had a half smile on his face. His mouth parted and yet he didn’t speak. “I can’t stay here forever.”
“There is nothing I would like more than keeping you naked, on this boat…” he looked at her as he spoke slowly, his hands running up and down her shivering arms. “Let’s take it one moment at a time. For now, I want to get into that hot tub and have a drink. We need it.”
Taking her hand gently he guided her further into the room. In one tiled corner was a round, white tub. Without a word she took off her clothes and showered off in the walk-in rainwater shower before stepping into the hot, frothy tub. Closing her eyes her problems at work and the scary reality of what Scriva industries was covering, everything that had been going on whirled around in rhythm to the water around her. A rippling sound startled her out of her misery and Lawrence was there. Bronzed and muscular he glided toward her. One hand outstretched, caressed her as he handed her a full glass of champagne. He had the bottle and another glass in his other hand. Tension lifted and her previous worries floated away like bubbles. The smooth taste of the champagne made her want to taste Lawrence’s skin, and she slid in closer to him.
He reached over and refilled her glass. Then with his eyes on her neck, he leaned in and kissed her there.
“You’re still wearing the collar.” He whispered.
“Because I am yours.” She replied as she glanced down putting a hand on the collar around her neck.
He grabbed her then and pulled her onto his lap. She could feel he was already hard, but he held her still and made no sexual advance.
“Yes, Selena. My naughty girl. Were you thinking of me when you were kissing W?” his voice remained low.
“Yes Maestro,” she replied, turning to him.
“You were very good to listen to everything I said. And you made it back to me. Now only my hands will touch you. I don’t like to share.” He growled and nibbled at her neck.
“Please. Touch me. It is you I want. Only you.” She spoke with heavy breath and arched into him kissing him fiercely.
“Always in such a rush, tonight we take everything slow.” He slid her off his lap and sat beside her, looking into her eyes, still holding her waist.
Moaning she tried to hold still, to prove she was not rushing when all she wanted to do was straddle him and take him right there. Lawrence finished his drink and then set it down. His fingertips ran up and down her arms as if indecisive where to start. She reached out and touched his cheek, savoring the connection.
“I am hungry.” He spoke suddenly. “And I want you on a leash.”
Selena laughed. “Those are two different requests. You want both at the same time?”
Lawrence nodded slowly and climbed out of the tub. He returned with a black leather leash, and he was stroking it with his hands. Selena fingered her collar, eager to be led around by her big, powerful Maestro. He clipped the leash to her collar and pulled her to him. Scrambling to her feet the tightening around her neck made her nipples perk and her whole body vibrate with anticipation.
“I think we need a walk before we eat.” He said, and he pulled a robe on to cover his body. Then he headed to the door, leash in hand. She followed wondering how to ask for some clothes. Instead, she kept quiet and stepped through the door naked except for her collar and leash.
“Oh, yes.” He murmured looking at her blush and tried to cover herself. “I will keep you naked. Now keep your hands to your side unless you want me to handcuff them behind you.”
“No Maestro, I will be good.” She forced her hands to her side, leaving herself fully exposed as one of the yacht’s staff approached.
Openly staring at Selena, he spoke at Lawrence. “This evening’s meal will be served on the deck. It is calm and serene and a lovely night. The chef wanted me to tell you it would be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“Very well we are on our way.” Looking Selena in the eyes, he licked his lips. “Let’s go. I am starving.”
The cool salty air hit her bare skin, and she prickled all over. As it breezed between her legs, she rubbed them together feeling aroused at her frank nudity. The tug of the leash heightened the sensation. Around the next bend, a lavish table was spread with a strange looking chair beside it. Lawrence led her over to the oversized lounge chair and sat her down on the hard plastic. With a belt around her waist and her hands cuffed behind her head she couldn’t move. Slowly, he spread her legs and tied them down then stood back looking at her. Sitting on a stool up close he whispered as he licked her cheek. “I am going to feed you everything tonight. But I am going to taste everything first.”
She wiggled in anticipation. One by one dishes were brought out, and Lawrence would taste them. But first, we would put some on her and then eat it off. The cold cucumber soup drizzled down her chest and pooled between her legs. He followed the trail, slurping it up as he licked his way down her. With his face between her legs, he lapped up the pool mingling with her wetness. She tried to thrust into him, but he had tightened the ties. Licking and nibbling between her lips he made her quiver and shake as he ate every last bite off of her. Bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then calmly returning to eat his meal. He repeated this pattern over and over until her whimpering became cries of passion.
“Please, Maestro. Fill me. I need to feel you inside me.” Her eyes shone as she pleaded and begged to be touched.
“My naughty girl needs to learn some patience.” As quick as he spoke, Lawrence stood and moved something behind Selena’s chair. A second later he spun her, chair and all, upside down. With his belt at eyesight, she watched him slowly open it. His pants bulged, and he opened them and thrust deeply into her open mouth. Her soft wet mouth sucked, licked and teased along to his rhythm. Above her, he put something warm between her legs and started eating again. Briefly, Selena laughed and reminded herself to cross “69 at sea” off her bucket list. Then Lawrence pushed his tongue deep inside her, and it felt like an explosion. At the same time, he exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed in quick gasps, sucking him back as she drank him in.
“Oh. Selena.” Lawrence pulled away speaking in a low groan. He rushed through the rest of his meal, shoving bites in her mouth roughly looking at and groping her body. His look was intense and his brow furrowed in frustration.
“Ow.” She yelped as the fork pierced her tongue.
“Sorry.” He whispered, kissing her on the cheek. His breath was coming thick and heavy, and he lingered at her neck. She murmured and pressed into him, and he sucked and then bit her flesh. She cried out seeing the aggression in his gaze and being turned on by it. Lawrence pulled back, sliding his hand up her throat, caressing the bite mark he had left on her. His eyes were narrow and fixed on her face, her mouth.
Selena opened her mouth to speak and was drowned out by an alarm sounding. Checking his phone, Lawrence looked at the sky and then moved swiftly, untying her restraints as he moved them toward the door, chair and all. Using brute strength, he pulled her off the chair and over his shoulder in a matter of seconds. Striding quickly across the deck he opened the door with one hand, spanked Selena and ducked inside. Back in their room he set her down, grabbed her breast hard and pulled her into him.
“You are mine, and I need you now.” Growling deep and low he pressed his mouth to hers devouring her with his tongue. Panting still he reattached her leash and tied it to
the bed. Abruptly he stuck a finger inside her and pressed his mouth to her ear. “You sit here and think about how wet I am going to get you when I get back. Touch yourself where you want me to touch you.”
“Oh, Maestro…” Selena began to speak.
“No…You must be silent. In fact, here it is.” He reached over and pulled out a gag securing it tight enough so she couldn’t utter a sound. Holding her tight, he kissed her forehead and walked out of the room.
She tried to moan, to call out to him but she couldn’t. Leaning back into the bed she shivered and curled up under the blankets. She tasted salty from the sea air, and it had also drained her. Rocking back and forth to warm herself up, she touched herself lazily, thinking about how rough Lawrence had been. He seemed to mean it at the time it was like a new, nastier Maestro and she liked it. It was intense, and though she could pleasure herself in anticipation, she preferred to save herself for him. If she rested, maybe even napped then she would be ready for him when he returned.
Chapter Forty-One
What Selena didn’t know, was the danger she was in. The alarm had sounded because a helicopter had intercepted them. The yacht sped up, and Selena felt a slight lurch and a quickening rhythm to the sway of the waves. It lulled her to sleep as the crew raced to get away from the helicopter that was gaining on them. Lawrence was in contact with his family, looking for a back-up or any way to escape. Unfortunately, there were no guns pointed at them as the enemy drew closer to the boat. No, they wanted the hostages alive.
“We are thirty minutes away from the harbor. I don’t know if we will make it.” Lawrence shouted to everyone at once.
Outside lines were being lowered onto the deck. Three men and a basket started down towards them. Inside the captain called for security. The doors opened as the three men dressed in full armored suits complete with gas masks. Each man rolled a canister towards the open door. One made its way inside, and all three exploded into gaseous fumes. The choking only lasted minutes before everyone passed out. The suited strangers stepped over all of them, taking special care to kick Lawrence in the ribs and gut as they passed.
“Where is she?” One man mouthed to another.
The other man shrugged and then tripped over W, who was blocking the doorway to the stairs. Moving him out of the way they made their way down to the private quarters. When they knocked on Selena’s locked door, she was still asleep. Waking from a pleasant dream she tried to call out. Bound and gagged she lay still waiting for Lawrence to come through the door and ravish her. The knock came louder, and she shook out of her reverie listening now to the unfamiliar sounds rustling outside her door.
Happy she had her hands free her brain went on full alert as the knocking continue. The door rattled, and a muted shuffling indicated there was more than one person outside the door. Selena snatched the bedsheet up and wrapped it around her body tying it snugly in place. Her leash was locked on, and only Lawrence had the key, but she worked to get it loose from the bed. It was locked as well, and as she made noise, the knocking grew louder on the other side of the door.
“Open the door please, it is an emergency.” A voice spoke through the door.
Selena knew better. Anyone that would come for her would have a key. She was locked in place and wasn’t opening the door for anyone. Still, she tried to free herself. A crash at the door confirmed her fears that they were going to force their way in. Another crash and three bodies stepped through the door. They were dressed in identical navy coveralls, black boots, gloves and gas masks. Biting the inside of her cheek, fear rose in her throat as she remained tied in place by the leash.
A small piece of her was thankful she had the foresight to cover herself. Even though she could not see them, she could feel eyes on her. No one spoke, and they all stopped right in front of her. Fumbling with the leash one man finally swore, pulled out a knife and cut it.
Tugging her to her feet, he barked “follow us and don’t cause a fuss.”
“Looks like someone already got the bitch ready for us. I love how quiet she is.”
“This is some kinky shit.” Another one said with a laugh.
“Shut it! All of you. We are on high alert until we are off this boat and away. Got it?” The man holding the frayed end of the leash looked back at the rest of them and then continued on. Selena wondered where Lawrence was. As they walked a cloud descended on them and her head started to spin. The last thing she vaguely recalled was being tossed over someone’s shoulder, the zipper from their coveralls scratching her face.
When she awoke, it was silent and dark and Selena was scared. The gag had been removed from her mouth, and her jaw was sore. Still wrapped in the white sheet from the bed on the yacht, Selena shivered. She was on a cold floor. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see four walls and a door. There was nothing else in the room with her. She shivered again and yawned. The pain creeping in behind her ears was preventing her from thinking clearly. If Lawrence and W and the rest of the yacht crew were injured, or worse, no one would be able to find her. They wouldn’t even know she was missing. Struggling to get up she could see she was tied to something again. Handcuffed behind her back to a pole. She was at the mercy of whoever put her here, and they sure hadn’t seemed friendly.
The door opened, and Selena jumped. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she shrieked. Catching herself, she stayed quiet and waited. The blinding light burned her retinas, and she could not see who had entered. The stranger set down a tray and exited, locking the door behind them. The smell of food hit her immediately, and Selena’s stomach growled with anticipation. She couldn’t move though and tried to reach out with her foot to slide the tray closer. It was no use the tray of food was just beyond Selena’s reach another tortuous problem that she found herself stuck in. In her head, she debated calling for help or not.
“Ha.” She said out loud. Mostly just wanting to break the silence and to use her mouth again. “You are past help.”
A strange feeling came over her, and dread sank heavy on her chest. It dawned on her that no matter how hard she tried or what she did, this was not going to end well. There was no situation that Selena could conceive that ended happily. She had dug too big of a hole for herself and lied to everyone, including herself. The only person she had never lied to was Lawrence. He had her trust 100%, but even he could not control everything. Sadness came over her, and she resigned herself to fate. Smelling the food rapidly cooling in front of her she decided to get on with it.
“Help.” She cried, quiet at first. Then when she heard nothing, she gave herself a pep talk and shouted: “Help!”
Then waited. When she still heard nothing, she went to the door. Putting her ear up to the side and really focusing she could hear the fan running in the other room. Someone could hear her and someone was listening.
“Please, I want to eat this food, and I cannot reach it. Will someone please help me?” This time, she spoke loud enough to hear. She hid her emotion and tried to speak the words clearly. After she sat silently knowing she was right, knowing she was being listened to and probably watched. Lawrence had taught her well. It was much more fun when Lawrence watched, more sensual and more entertaining. Be careful what you wish for, she reminded herself. Finally, footsteps sounded towards her door.
When it opened a man stepped in. He left the door open, and light spilled across the floor.
“You better not think of trying anything, or you will have more trouble than you know what to do with. There are two guys behind me guarding your door.” As he spoke two men peeked in as if on cue. Just as quickly they disappeared.
Selena’s eyes began to adjust to the light as the footsteps drew closer and closer to her. He leaned over looking away from her and undid the handcuffs, one hand at a time, rubbing her wrists as he let them go. His spicy scent was masked by thick smoky cigar smell. He moved away handing her the tray of food and blocking her way out. His face was uncovered, and his coveralls were unzipped. A white t-shirt
reflected the light and Selena gasped when she saw his face.
“You’re Lawrence’s brother! Where am I?” Selena was confused and a bit afraid. So often she ignored what she didn’t know. So often Lawrence distracted her when she asked questions. Shaking her head and reaching for the tray, Selena began to realize she deserved everything that was coming to her.
“Aren’t you clever when you want to be? Ready to play reporter again are we? Though the outfit certainly doesn’t match such high career aspirations. No. You are nothing but a meddling whore. Now eat your food and don’t talk to me about Lawrence. I know no such man.” He stopped speaking and stared at her, menace in his eye.
“Sorry. Thank you for the food.” Selena left it at that. She was wracking her brain trying to think of this man’s name and try to figure out which one of the women was his wife. He was right though she only paid attention when Lawrence was not there, distracting her. She ate the meal in silence not looking up, just focusing on getting energy and sustaining it. Even though she wasn’t quite sure what it was, she ate it all and even wanted to lick the plate though she refrained because she was being watched.
When she finished, he moved to tie her up again, and Selena flinched. “Please stop. I promise I will sit and not make a fuss. Just please don’t tie me up again.”
“What’s wrong princess. We are quite aware how much you like being tied up. Is it only good enough if you get serviced while we are at it? Well, you are far too dirty for me, but there might be some guy out there willing to stick it in you. Want me to check?” He laughed, and his eyes looked like Lawrence’s for a moment but darker and meaner.
She shook her head no and looked at the ground.
