by Roz Lee
“Would that be so bad?”
“Yes, tonight it would be.”
Richard managed to keep the leash wrapped around his wrist, and slid his arm behind her so her hip pressed against his as they walked.
She’d been to Muses many times, always to watch the passengers dance and to enjoy the music. The eight women who made up the Muses band were skilled musicians. Even though they wore costumes fit for a gathering on Mt. Olympus, they played a mix of classic and contemporary rock that invited dancing, and in many cases, dirty dancing. Fallon had always thought the mating rituals inherent in dancing would make a good study, but she wasn’t the one to do it. Her interest had always leaned toward a more intimate level of sexual communication. Richard commandeered a table near the dance floor, but secluded from the rest of the club by a wall of scarlet veils. Richard had changed back into a passenger’s toga that matched the one Fallon was wearing, but he was still recognized by the staff as co-owner of the ship, and treated accordingly.
A waitress wearing a costume of sheer veils took their drink order and glided off like a cloud on the wind. The erotic beat of the music had inspired many couples to dance, if you could call it that. A few were actually doing moves one could reasonably call dancing, but others were creating their own moves, typical of the Lothario’s clientele. Fallon had to admire the trio on the far side of the dance floor. Two men impaled one woman who was sandwiched between them as they fucked to the classic rock tune. It was an amazing thing to watch. The woman rode both men, her head thrown back over the shoulder of the man behind her. His hands toyed with her breasts while the other man’s hands splayed across his ass, holding them all together.
Anytime Fallon was with Richard, she was aroused, ready for him, aching for him. The erotic displays on the dance floor only heated her blood more. Her hand gravitated toward his groin, only to be stopped by his fingers clenched around her wrist.
“Would you like to dance?”
No. Yes. She had a particular dance in mind. “I’m not very good.”
He rose, pulling her to her feet. “You don’t have to be. Just follow my lead.”
They stepped onto the dance floor and Richard wrapped her in his arms and began to move. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me do the work.”
Oh God, did she want him to do the work. Every cell in her body called out for Richard to do the work. When his lips found the throbbing pulse in her throat, she moaned, and her body molded to his like fondant over cake. Her eyelids dropped. He swept her into the beat. She’d never felt anything like it. The closest thing was just the other day when he’d bound her to the railing and put his mouth to her. She’d flown free then, safely tethered by ropes. Tonight, she felt that same unearthly feeling, but Richard’s arms around her anchored her to the moment.
“That’s it. Let go for me.” The heavy beat hammered through her veins as Richard swung her around the dance floor. His body writhed against hers in a rhythm as ancient as the Greek Muses. When his hand found her clit beneath her toga, she was too lost to protest the public display.
“You are so beautiful.” His fingers stroked between her legs. “Hot and wet.” He flicked her clit and she almost lost her footing. “I’m going to finger fuck you now. Stay with me, sweetheart. Let the music take you to that place, and I’ll help you go over.”
She should use her safe word. Whatever it was. She couldn’t think. Like the other day on the deck, she floated free. Richard’s voice vibrated through her. She clung to his shoulders when he tipped her back and clamped his hot mouth over her breast, drawing it into the heated moisture, silk toga and all. She’d barely had time to register the vibrations of his vocal chords humming against her breast when he speared two fingers inside her, and like a tuning fork, carried the deep bass of the music to her core.
The orgasm came hard and fast, rocking her from the inside out. A strangled cry worked its way up from the depths of her being, only to be captured by Richard’s mouth on hers. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and rode out the orgasm. When she quieted, Richard’s mouth left hers.
“Look at me, Fallon.”
She opened her eyes, and as she did so, his fingers slipped from her.
“I did that to you.”
“Yes, Richard.” Oh, but she wanted so much more, even knowing it might be too much to bear.
I've never seen a man capable of separating himself so fully from the physical. His eyes remained focused on me, even as his partner brought him to orgasm. He fisted his hands in her hair, holding her in place. His cock spewed hot cum down her throat. His body jerked with the effort, but his eyes remained open, trained on me. A smile broke across his face. I smiled back.
From the file labeled, 'Subject M5, Richard Wolfe'
Chapter Nine
The camera flash temporarily blinded her. Richard helped her to the cozy table and saw her safely to the velvet-padded bench. He turned to the photographer, gave him Fallon’s cabin number, and instructed him to deliver the photograph there. Then he turned his attention back to the most incredible woman he knew.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Thanks for the help. I wasn’t prepared for the flash.”
“I know. Your pupils were dilated, so you got the full brunt of it.”
A shy smile crossed her lips and she dipped her head. “I guess they were. I was still reeling from the orgasm when he snapped the picture.”
“You were beautiful. I doubt the photo captured how truly lovely you are when you come, but it should be a reasonable facsimile.”
“I’m so embarrassed. What must he think?”
“I doubt he’s thinking at all. He takes hundreds of photos every day. Most aren’t nearly as innocent as that one.”
“I guess you’re right. I saw him earlier taking pictures of the ménage that was dancing in the corner.”
“See, all he saw was a beautiful woman who’d just experienced something wonderful, nothing more.”
“It was wonderful. Thank you. I thought about using the safe word, but I couldn’t remember it.”
His heart stopped beating and his blood ran cold. His testosterone-fueled good mood slid like an anchor to the bottom of the sea. She’d wanted him to stop, and he hadn’t known it. For two years he’d curbed his appetite for her and he had one week to show her the man he’d become, for her, and he couldn’t keep his damned hands off her in public.
“I’m sorry. I should have known. . . . ”
“No, don’t be sorry. I didn’t really want you to stop. I wasn’t sure about doing that in public, but as soon as your fingers were inside me, I forgot where we were. I forgot everything. I always do with you.”
“My God, Fallon. I. . . I don’t know what to say. I got carried away. The music, you in my arms, your scent…you drive me insane sometimes.” Always. Forever.
“Then, why? Why don’t you make love to me?”
“Look at me, Fallon. I’m a mess.” He ran his fingers through his neat hair and turned his face away from her. “You don’t really want me to make love to you. You don’t know what I’m capable of. Dear God, I practically fucked you on the dance floor.” He waved his hand to encompass the club. His caged cock hung limp between his legs for once, too little, too late. Once again, he’d proven himself to be a depraved sex maniac. How much lower could a human get?
“If you wanted to take me on the dance floor, right now, with all these people watching, I’d probably let you, but you won’t. I know that.”
“You don’t know anything. Don’t make me out to be someone I’m not.”
“Then why don’t you tell me who you are, Richard? Let me decide for myself. I understood when I agreed to this week that I would be submitting to your wishes, but I also believed, hoped those wishes included making love with me. Was I wrong?”
“No, damn it.”
“I see.”
The disappointment in her voice was like a blanket of ice on the anger building inside him. “I don’t want to talk about th
is anymore tonight. Can you just please accept my apology, and let’s move on?”
“No. I won’t accept your apology. You didn’t do anything wrong, Richard, except stop short of what I really want.” Her impossibly blue eyes glared at him. “You gave me an orgasm in public. I enjoyed every second of it. I’d let you do it again, right now, if you wanted to. End of story. Get over it.” She scooted out of the booth and threaded her way past the dancers.
Way to go, asshole. Richard downed the last of his drink and followed her. He caught up to her in the hallway a few doors down from her cabin.
“Go away, Richard.”
“Fallon. Let me explain.”
“You had your chance, and you apologized. You apologized, Richard.” She slid the keycard in the lock and he followed her into her cabin. “Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”
He stood mute. She was angry, and there was something more in her eyes, something he couldn’t pinpoint. “No.”
“Let me enlighten you. It’s humiliating. I thought those few minutes on the dance floor were glorious moments. I loved what you did to me. It made me feel loved, cherished, free. And then you apologized and turned it into something vile and disgusting, something cheap! How could you?”
He opened his mouth to apologize again, and then thought better of it. He could see her point. “I didn’t know you felt that way. You said you were going to use your safe word.”
“I said I thought about it. That lasted about half a second, Richard. Half a second! And then. . . then all I could think about was how wonderful you made me feel, and I couldn’t have cared less if the entire ship had been watching us.”
“So, you liked it?”
“Yes, you idiot. I liked it. I loved it.”
“Then I take back my apology. I’m trying my best to be a gentleman, Fallon, to treat you like a lady, not some cheap fling.”
“What is this, Richard? What is this week? I need to know because. . . . ”
“Because?”
“Just because. Why did you want this week?”
“I can’t tell you, not yet anyway. I promise I’ll tell you before the week is out, but until then, let me continue to pleasure you.” With her hands on her hips, she looked like a woman on a mission to do damage. He held his breath and waited for her verdict.
“Fine.” She tapped her toe. “I can see that’s all I’m going to get out of you for now, so go. Leave me alone, Richard. I’ll see you in the morning.” She dismissed him, turning her back on him.
“As you wish. Until tomorrow then.”
* * * * *
Fallon flung herself across the bed, face first, and gave in to the tears that had threatened to spill over ever since Richard offered his asinine apology. Even though she’d just had an incredible orgasm, her body hummed with need. Finger fucking was fine to a point, but when you reached that point, there was only one thing that would satisfy. She needed a cock. And, God help her, there was only one that would do.
Her pussy ached to feel Richard inside her. How many times since the day he’d come to her office with his bimbo had she imagined his magnificent cock inside her? How many times had she read the file and relived that day, remembered how her mouth had watered at the sight of his cock? How she’d wanted to pull the bitch off the stool and take her place? How many times had she brought herself to completion just reading about the orgasm she’d had while imagining his face buried between her legs?
She rolled over and caught a glimpse of herself in the overhead mirror. This week she’d experienced more sexually than in the rest of her life combined, all thanks to Richard, the idiot. Nothing he’d done, not even blackmailing her to be his sub for the week, had changed her feelings for him. If anything, she’d fallen deeper in love with him. He had only to walk into the room and her heart skipped a beat, and her core melted. But was that enough?
What kind of future did they have? He wouldn’t make love to her, for reasons she couldn’t begin to fathom. She’d almost changed her mind about leaving the ship, had thought about approaching Ryan and Richard about a new behavioral study involving dominant and submissive couples, but if Candace was right, they were going to sell the ship. If they did, she didn’t want to stay aboard. Who knew what kind of person the new owner would be? Would they allow her to use the passengers for her research, or would she be nothing more than an employee?
Too many questions and zero answers. That’s all she had. She could have stayed on the island with Ryan and Candace, or taken Richard’s helicopter to the mainland and put a quick end to this torment. But she hadn’t, and now she had two days to find out what Richard was up to, and to make a decision about her future.
Knowing she wouldn’t sleep, Fallon put on the crew outfit she’d worn earlier and headed to her office. Better to spend the sleepless hours working on an outline for her new research idea than obsessing over a man she couldn’t begin to understand.
Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t had dinner, so she swung into the late-night buffet. Thanks to a great metabolism, she’d always been able to eat just about anything she wanted without gaining weight. She loaded a plate with enough for two and stopped to scan the seating area for an empty table. Her skin tingled in warning a moment before one of the passengers came up behind her and she felt his lips brush across her nape. A shiver of disgust began at the spot his fleshy lips met her skin, and rippled through her like wind through autumn leaves.
“Ooooh, honey. You affect me the same way.”
Disbelief flashed through her mind and her free hand automatically went to her throat to find Richard’s collar, a symbol of possession no man would mistake. Her fingers found only skin, no collar. She closed her eyes and cursed Richard for not putting the collar back on her. Thanks to his ‘gentlemanly’ behavior, she was subjected to jerks like this one. She sucked a deep breath into unwilling lungs and turned.
The weasel straightened and had the nerve to grin at her. Something inside snapped and she upended her filled plate against the man’s hairy chest. He yelped and took a step back as the mixture of barbecue and potato salad clung to his chest, and then slid south. With a plate of his own in each hand, he couldn’t do anything but watch the hot mixture descend on his private parts, the ones she was sure he now wished he’d covered with the wrap he’d been provided.
“Yes, I’m sure you feel the same disgust I do, now.” Fallon dropped her empty plate on the nearest bus station and left.
* * * * *
Richard had spent the better part of last evening soothing the feathers of a very pissed off passenger. Customer complaints against staff were rare, and always came to his attention. He dealt with them swiftly. On occasion, he had to go so far as to fire an employee for indiscretion, but usually a reprimand was enough, and the offended passenger could be appeased with a few free drinks, or credit at the gift shop. In this case, he’d had to rein in his desire to throw the passenger overboard and reward the employee.
Per protocol, he’d reviewed the video tapes from the incident before talking to the parties involved. He’d been surprised to see Fallon was the employee in question, and then furious when the buck-naked and aroused passenger pressed his lips to her neck, a neck Richard claimed as his own. That she’d turned on the man helped calm his fury with the passenger, but did nothing to calm the anger building inside and directed at himself. If she’d been wearing his collar, the incident wouldn’t have happened.
The open safe held the last pieces of the rope ensemble. Richard took them out and let the soft gold slide through his fingers. He’d made up his mind. Today was the day. He would tell Fallon everything and hope to God she understood. If she threw his love and devotion back at him, he didn’t know what he would do, but it was time. He slipped the ropes back into their velvet pouch and went in search of his woman.
What he wanted to do was grab her the minute she opened her door and kiss her senseless, but instead, he put on the sternest face he could muster and knocked. She cam
e to the door wearing the passenger issue sarong-of-the-day, a soft cotton blend trimmed with turquoise stitching and the Lothario logo just above her left thigh. It hung on her curves like a sheet of water over a waterfall. Too bad she wasn’t going to wear it for long. “I understand you’ve been a very bad girl.”
“Richard, I can explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain. A passenger lodged a complaint against you. I’ve done what I could to make sure the passenger is appropriately compensated,” He'd been removed from the ship. “And now I have to deal with the employee.” He advanced into the cabin, forcing Fallon to retreat. He closed the door behind him and dropped the velvet bag on the built-in counter. “Do you think I should punish you?”
“No, I don’t.” She had the nerve to raise her chin and defy him.
“Oh? But you don’t have a choice, do you?” He saw the moment she recognized the tone in his voice and knew the game was on.
“No, Richard.”
“Good. Drop the sarong Fallon, and assume the position in front of the window.”
“Yes, Richard.” The sarong dropped to her feet. His eyes followed her to the window where she stood with her back to him.
“Where is the collar, Fallon?”
“In the closet.”
He retrieved the ensemble and crossed to her. In a moment, he had the collar secured. “Hands on the glass and spread your legs.” She complied. From behind, he reached around and smoothed the ropes into place over her breasts, taking time to pinch her nipples into hard rubies. He secured the rope around her waist and knelt to slide the labia ropes through her already moist valleys, swiping his fingers through her juices along the way. “You’re wet, Fallon. Do you want me?”
“Yes, Richard.”
His hands closed over her hips and tilted her ass toward him. “Don’t move.” He couldn’t resist temptation. His tongue swept from her clit to her tight asshole and back again. She gasped, but other than a shiver of what he took to be delight, she didn’t move. “Good girl,” he said before he parted her inner folds and tasted her. His tongue speared inside her. With one hand, he held her hip while the other sought and found her clit, tormenting it with the pressure he knew she needed to orgasm.
