After observing these activities for a day they were able to construct their activities to show the voyeur what he wanted to see. And nothing that Cal and Di didn’t want him to see.
Sleeping next to her was getting difficult. The smell of her, her smooth skin rubbing up against him in sleep.
Gods, he wanted her.
As if conjured by his imagination Di walked out of the tiny bathroom. She was dressed in nothing more than a tiny towel that barely covered her essentials. If she breathed to harshly there was no doubt those delectable breasts would spill right out of the towel.
He couldn’t control the small moan that escaped.
“Are you all right?” She asked.
“Fine,” he managed to bite out through clenched teeth.
“Are you sure? You don’t look so good.” She stopped directly in front of him. From where he was perched on the edge of the bed he was at eye level with those perfect breasts. “You look a little bit flushed.”
He looked up at her. She smiled down at him.
She was toying with him.
The little tease.
Did this mean that she was half as turned on as he was?
He reached up to the bottom of the towel and fingered the part that hung between her legs. The backs of his fingers slid ever so gently over her skin.
They were so close that he could feel her shiver.
“You look a bit flushed, too,” he said.
And as she continued to stand in front of him, her skin flushed even more. Her breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling with each and every breath she took.
Cal felt his cock stirring, desperate for the attention it had been denied the past four days.
He tugged on the towel a little harder. Di didn’t even move when it fell to the floor at her feet.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her breasts here high and firm and her nipples were already turning into hard little points. Cal leaned forward and captured one in his mouth.
Her skin was cool from the sonic shower. Cal swirled his mouth around her breast as she arched into him, pressing his mouth further onto her breast.
“More,” she muttered softly.
He complied eagerly. He sucked her nipple into his mouth reveling in her taste, her texture.
“I…” she started. “I think I need to sit down.”
He didn’t want to let her go, but he had to take what she said as a compliment. Didn’t every man want to make their partner’s knees weak?
She sat down next to him, still naked.
It took practically all of his strength not push her back on the bed and thrust himself deep into her.
But she deserved more than that.
“Lay back,” he said.
“I can’t.”
Well that wasn’t what he’d expected. And damn it, he didn’t know if his cock was going to be able to take her saying no.
“Why?”
Her eyes cut from his face over to the area above the desk where the camera was located. Damn it. They were being watched.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, I thought that’s what we were going to be doing.”
She laughed but he couldn’t really bring himself to laugh with her. He was too damn horny for that.
“Di, do you trust me?”
She was obviously taken aback by his question.
She didn’t answer.
“Do you trust me to make you feel good?”
“Yes,” she said, her breathiness almost undoing him.
He pushed her back on the bed, perching over her naked body.
“Fight me,” he said. The confusion was clear in her eyes so Cal continued. “We’re going to put on a show for whoever is watching. Now fight me.”
Gods, she wanted Cal’s hard cock inside of her. It had been so hard to sleep next to him the past several days. She wasn’t used to sharing a bed and Cal’s hot body sleeping next to her had kept her tossing and turning all night.
And now, now that she finally had a chance to fuck him they were going to have to do it for an audience.
Could she do it?
If it meant having Cal inside of her, hell yeah she could do it.
Di did as he asked and tried to push him away. His shoulders were so warm and powerful under her hands that she had trouble pushing him way. She had a slight moment of fear when she realized that if she were to fight him for real, she wasn’t completely sure that she’d win.
But she trusted him, she reminded herself.
Unaware of her internal struggle, Cal had somehow gotten a hold of the rope he’d used to bind her when they’d first arrived on the boat. She was shocked to feel it wrapping around her wrists once again.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
She was afraid that she wasn’t able to keep the trepidation out of her voice.
“You said you trust me, right?”
Of course she trusted him. But she’d trust him a bit more if she didn’t have to give up all of her control.
Damn it.
“I trust you,” she said.
He leaned down and kissed her gently, yet quickly.
Cal’s body was angled over hers, keeping her still. All she was able to do was struggle. And even if they weren’t putting on a show for whoever was watching them, she didn’t think she could help doing that.
Di’s body felt so damn good stretched out underneath him. He couldn’t wait to slide his cock into her moist heat.
But damn it, the way they were going now he was going to be coming before he even managed to get her tied up.
He could never really tell her, but he recognized the effort that it took for her to submit to him, even if it wasn’t necessarily real.
He wrapped the rope around her wrists and then secured her to the small bunk. He had a moment of hesitation when he saw the still red welts on her wrists, but still continued tying her up.
Once she was secure, he sat back, perched over her legs, and looked at her.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he said.
She was more than hot. Unfortunately, looking at her he couldn’t come up with any word for more than hot.
Her knuckles were white where she clenched her hands in her bindings. He’d have to figure out a way to make her forget that she was completely at his mercy.
He stood up and quickly shucked his own clothes.
Di sucked in a deep breath when he removed his pants. Damn if that didn’t make him feel like a stud.
He moved slowly back to the bed, reaching out his hand tentatively, knowing that the slower he moved the more it would drive Di crazy. She jumped slightly when his hand touched the pad of her feet.
Cal just laughed.
Moving slowly he slid his hand up her ankle. Her skin was cool to the touch and as he moved his head up even further, she shivered.
She was absolutely beautiful.
He took another step toward the head of the bed running his hands all over Di’s body. She arched up towards his hand making his hand slip from her knee, down between her thighs.
Di’s eyes fell closed and he struggled to keep his breathing under control. But he took another step towards the head of the bed and continued dragging his hand along her silky smooth skin.
He could feel her heat as he moved his hand up between her legs. He thought briefly about just jumping on top of her and plunging into her wet heat.
But no, the wait was going to be worth it.
Making her wait was most definitely going to be worth it.
And when he finally did fuck her, it was going to be absolutely amazing.
She moaned, at least he thought it was a moan, when instead of continuing his hand up to the juncture of her thighs, where he could feel her moisture coating her legs, he slid his hand to the outside of her leg and continued his journey upwards.
She tried to jump when his fingers slid up the curve of her waist, but she couldn’t move far with her hands bound as they were.
> She was ticklish. He’d have to keep that in mind for when they didn’t have an audience.
Cal had reached the top of the bed but his hand still trailed behind him. It slid up over the curve of her breast, though he didn’t touch her nipples. She whimpered when his hand stilled, on her breastbone. His hands flexed covering almost the entire area.
“Suck my cock.”
Chapter Seven
He was trying to kill her. That had to be it.
She was going to die before he actually got around to fucking her.
His hand was so warm and hot covering her chest. It was heavy and she found her breathing become even harder with the added pressure.
“Suck my cock,” he repeated.
She thought maybe she’d imagined it the first time, but no.
Still, she didn’t move towards his cock. It wouldn’t take much. Really all she’d have to do is shift her head slightly and his cock would be at her mouth.
But for whatever reason, she didn’t move.
Cal reached down with his other hand, the one not resting on her chest, and grabbed the back of her head.
He pulled her hair so that her head snapped backwards against her bound arms. She had no choice but to meet his gaze. He looked very serious.
“Ow…what the…”
“I said, suck my cock.”
He pulled her head towards his crotch. He smelled warm and musky. Male.
She opened her mouth wide enough to stick out her tongue. She couldn’t help moaning when she got a taste of Cal, and she was only tasting his stomach.
His skin was salty.
She opened her mouth wider. Cal shifted so that his cock was against her lips. But she didn’t take him into her mouth yet. She desperately wanted to lick him, to get him all nice and wet before she sucked him deep into the back of her throat.
But with her hands out of service, she wasn’t able to do feel as much of him as she’d like.
He hissed and sucked in a deep breath. His cock bobbed against her lips as his breathing became more labored. But apparently he wasn’t about to go in for her teasing. His hand still resting on the back of her head, he pressed forward. His cock slid between her lips.
They moaned in unison.
“Fuck your mouth is hot.”
She tried to smile but it was difficult when you had nine inches of cock stuffed down your throat. She sucked with vigor.
She was being forced to do this. Why did it feel so damn good? Each and every one of Cal’s breaths was accompanied by a small gasp or moan.
Maybe that was what made her feel so damn good. Making someone else feel good.
She’d never felt that way before. Whenever she was with a woman she tended to do what she had to do to get the same reciprocated. And even though she desperately wanted Cal to reciprocate, she’d enjoy doing this even if he didn’t.
“Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me come in your mouth.”
He tried to pull away but Di tightened her mouth around him. To get loose, he was going to have to scrape the sensitive underside of his cock against her teeth.
“What are you doing?”
She didn’t answer him. Just kept her jaw locked tight while she ran her tongue around the head of his cock. She could feel the salty fluid leaked as the proof of his enjoyment.
“You want me to come in your mouth?”
Yes! She wanted to taste him. Wanted to feel his come sliding down the back of her throat.
But all she could manage to do was nod her head slightly.
Cal apparently got the message though because he restarted his thrusting with renewed vigor. Di had to fight her gag reflex as his cock slapped repeatedly against the back of her throat.
It was only a matter of a few hard strokes before his cock began pulsing with his climax. Semen slid down her throat. It killed her not to be able to wrap her arms around him and pull him closer.
She whimpered when he pulled away.
Damn it. What in the hell was she doing whimpering? She didn’t whimper.
Once Di released him from her mouth Cal wondered how in the hell he was still alive. He stumbled slightly and then luckily hit the opposite wall. That was the only thing keeping him standing.
He had to work to catch his breath. Damn that had been amazing. He’d never actually come in a woman’s mouth before. If you were paying a woman to have sex with you that tended to be a little bit on the personal side.
“You all right?”
He pulled himself up from against the wall. His knees wobbled a little bit but he did manage to stay upright.
“Please fuck me now,” she begged.
Cal totally hadn’t expected that one but damn if he wasn’t going to take her up on her offer. Well, after he made her feel as good as she’d made him feel.
He walked over to the bed, much more steady now that he knew what was coming next. He crawled onto the narrow bed, between her legs.
“Fuck me,” she begged again.
He could feel his drained cock start to come a live again as he sat back and stared at her. Her bare pussy glistened with her juices. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. Her face was flushed and a slight trickle of blood slid down her arms form her wrists.
For some reason, that turned him on more than anything else.
He reached towards Di’s ankles, grasping them and forcing her legs wide. The berth was so narrow that they smacked the wall on one side.
She gasped in pain but he kept her leg pinned to the wall. The other, he draped over the side of the bed before he lowered his mouth to her glistening pussy.
She was so damn wet already.
Was that all from sucking his cock?
Her clit was distended, pushing her ring upright. He grabbed it between his teeth and tugged slightly. She hissed a breath out from between her teeth.
He took it as a sign that she was enjoying herself. So he began to devour her. Her slit dribbled moisture as he sucked on her clit. His tongue snaked out to gather more of the moisture.
She tasted like the finest meal he’d ever eaten.
“More,” she gasped. “Give me your cock.”
Oh, he’d give her his cock but not before he had a little bit of fun first. His hands on her ass, he pushed her legs further apart. Her lower back came off of the bed, her feet resting by her still bound wrists.
Cal lowered his head again. He ran his tongue from her ring, down over her clit, down further. He pressed his tongue into her pussy loving the way it felt when her cunt contracted against his tongue.
But he moved his tongue down further until it probed at the tight fissure of her ass.
She jerked against him but in the position she was in, it only served to press her closer to his tongue. He laved her back hole with attention. Di simply continued to writhe against him.
He wasn’t really sure if the noises she was making meant stop or more, but he continued anyway.
His cock felt like a board.
“Please fuck me,” she said again.
He couldn’t take her begging again. He kneeled between her legs while still holding her thighs wide.
He slid his now rock hard cock up and down her slit. She cried out just before Cal slid deep inside of her.
She was so wet there was no way he was going to be able to keep himself from sliding the whole way into her. His sighed deeply when his balls slapped against her ass.
“More Cal,” she demanded.
But he didn’t move.
“I’m the one that’s supposed to be in charge, remember. Stop telling me what to do.”
He accompanied his statement with a swat to her upturned ass. The slapping sound echoed through the small room.
He wasn’t sure which one of them was more surprised. They were both silent. Then Cal started moving again. Ever so slowly he pulled out of her. When nothing but the head of his cock was left inside of her he thrust back in. Harder this time.
“Faster,” she begged after a few more thru
sts.
Again, he moved his hand from where he was holding her still for his thrusts to deliver a hard thwap across her naked ass. Though his hand was only there for a matter of seconds, if that, he could feel the warmth his slaps were leaving in their wake.
She pressed herself towards him as best as she could in her position. Did she like those slaps?
Out of curiosity, he thrust into her again at the same time he delivered another smack. The sound was loud and cracking. But it was practically muffled by Di’s scream.
She screamed as her climax pulsed through her. Her cunt convulsed around his cock squeezing him. Milking him.
He couldn’t last any longer. He came for what seemed like forever. Until he was surprised that he had anything left inside of him. And then he collapsed on top of her.
****
Di came to with a sore ass.
But she was completely rested and she had no doubts that she’d ever been more well-pleasured in her life.
“Welcome back to the world of the living.”
She turned her head to the side. Cal sat back in one chair, his feet propped up on the opposite one. He held a small screen up in front of himself. She could see the words scrolling by but was to far away to make anything out of them.
“How long have I been asleep?”
Di moved to roll onto her side but was surprised at how sore she was. She tried to rest her head on her hands but quickly pulled back in pain.
“About two hours,” he said.
He stood from his position and walked towards the bed. He’d dressed again in the stolen khaki uniform pants and an unbuttoned and un-tucked tan shirt. “Let me see your arm.”
He took her hand gently in his. That was the first time she really got to see the destruction on her wrists.
Dried blood circled her wrists like bracelets. In some places tiny flecks of dried blood peeled off of her skin leading down to her elbow.
It didn’t start to hurt until she actually saw the welts and scratches. She tried to sit up on the bed but that was when she realized that her ass was almost as sore as her wrists. She whimpered again.
“What’s wrong?” Cal dropped her hand, obviously afraid that he’d done something to hurt her.
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