by Roz Lee
She jogged to keep up with his long strides, knowing it wouldn't do a bit of good to resist. Given the right opportunity, she would have a chance of escaping Drew, but while he had a death grip on her wrist and her feet couldn't find solid purchase for more than a split-second, this was clearly not the opportunity she needed. So, she went along. That didn't mean she had to make it easy on him. "Drew! Slow down."
He slammed through a door marked 'Crew Members Only'. Bree had to put out her free hand to keep the rebounding door from slapping her in the face. "Drew!"
"In here." He opened another door, one she knew housed clean beach towels for the pool area and shore day. His hand on the small of her back told her he wasn't going to give her a chance to escape. Not that she wanted to. The heat of his palm on the skin left bare between the lower edge of her corset and her hip-hugging skirt sent a shiver of arousal to all her lady parts. Yeah, he could be a caveman at times, but when she stopped analyzing and allowed herself to just feel, it wasn't so bad. What woman wouldn't want Drew Whitcomb to go caveman on her?
"Drew," she tried again. "What's this about?"
"You're under arrest." The hand at her back spun her around while the other found both her wrists. Cold metal closed over them with a distinctive click. Her mind spun with what she knew wasn't possible. Not plastic. Real cuffs. Shit.
"Drew Whitcomb! Let me go!" She struggled against the restraints, knowing full well she didn't have a prayer of getting loose.
"Bend over." A big hand on her shoulder forced her face-forward into a stack of towels on the folding table in the center of the room. Before she could spit out the mouthful of cotton, cold air brushed her bare ass as Drew swept her panties to her ankles and wrenched them off by lifting first one foot, then the other.
"Ugh." Could anything get less dignified than that? She turned her head to the side and tried to suck in a clean breath. Desire shot through her as Drew spread her feet apart and began a slow ascent of her legs, one kiss at a time.
"Mine," he repeated over and over, as he made his way toward the spot she most wanted him to kiss. "My little sailor girl."
What? Her mind couldn't comprehend anything beyond the touch of his lips, his tongue on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Sailor girl. Her costume. More like sailor slut, but if it got this kind of reaction from Drew, then she'd be sailor slut every day.
She didn't have to see him to know he was on his knees between her legs. She could feel his warm breath on her wet, swollen pussy. His fingers wrapped around her hips, his thumbs brushing across her ass on either side, tugging her cheeks apart, then letting them fall back together. Oh God.
"I have something for you." His elbow brushed against her right leg as he dug for whatever it was. "I'll show it to you later, but for now, I want you to wear it for me. Just for me."
Something smooth and cold swiped through her juices and she jumped. "Easy," Drew crooned. His voice had gone deep and dripped sweeter than the nectar between her legs. "Relax, darlin'."
One hand held her open. He pressed the smooth object against her back door, then swiped it through her juices again. This time when he pushed, the object slid past the tight barrier muscles and seated inside her.
"Oh," she gasped. A shudder racked her body as the reality of the situation registered.
"Christ, that looks hot." A cry passed her lips as he placed a kiss on the incredible fullness. Then he allowed her cheeks to close, and she felt something cold wedged between them. Instinctively, she clenched her cheeks tight.
"Relax again, sweetheart." She did as he said, and felt a slight tug against her hole. "Close again. Just normal. Don't clench."
"What?"
"Just a gift." Something cold dangled against her now flaming ass cheeks. Drew stood and pulled her upright. "Let me look." He flipped the back of her skirt up and went still. She heard his rapid breathing behind her, or was it her own? He flattened one palm over her ass and the simple pressure tugged at whatever was lodged there. "I never dreamed… Christ, it's beautiful. You're beautiful." Her skirt dropped in place and he spun her around to face him.
"What did you do?"
"I'll show you when we get to the cabin. Walk in front of me so I can see. They hang just below this obscene little skirt of yours."
She twisted in an effort to see, the motion caused whatever it was to tap against her thighs. More curious than ever, she glared at him. "What hangs below my skirt?" He just smiled at her. "Drew? Tell me or I'm not going anywhere."
He let out a sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face. "It's not much, just a little jeweled butt plug. Six tiny chains hang down with jewels on the ends."
"Drew," she scolded.
"Don't. Not yet. Wait until you see it. I've never seen anything like it. I'm going to fuck you while you wear it, then I'm going to take it out and fuck you there."
Her knees went weak and she sagged against the table behind her. "Drew." It was a protest. It was a plea for him to do just what he said.
"Let's go. I've got to have you." He grabbed her by the upper arm and steered her toward the door.
Chapter Eleven
"Take the cuffs off."
"No." He guided her through the door and down the hall. "No one on this ship will notice."
Was that a hint of disgust in his voice? "I thought you liked the Lothario."
"I like sailing. I like sex. What's not to like about her?"
Bree shrugged and kept walking. The chains and jewels bounced against her thighs with every step, making it impossible to ignore the plug in her ass. Drew kept pace behind her, close enough she felt the heat radiating off his body. She fought the smile that crept to her lips. He looked ridiculous in the stripper/cop outfit. The visit to Wardrobe to arrange a shortage of camo costumes had been a stroke of genius on her part. She'd never dreamed he'd trade the plastic cuffs for real ones, though. All trace of humor left, replaced by liquid desire. Damn. He'd turned the tables. Again.
"On the bed, on your knees," he said, closing and locking the door behind him.
There wasn't any sense in arguing. His gift was doing what she supposed it was meant to do—drive her insane with need. She slipped out of the sandals that came with her costume and crawled on her knees to the middle of the bed. She spread her knees apart to keep from falling over and the jewels swung free between her legs.
"Christ, almighty." Bree heard something click behind her and turned her head to look. Drew came closer, holding out a cell phone for her to see. "This is what I see."
Bree forgot to breathe. It was one thing to see erotic photos of someone else, but she wasn't prepared for the rush of heat that went through her when she saw the photo of herself. Six thin gold chains hung below the hem of her skirt, and dangling on the end of each one was a single teardrop jewel.
"This skirt is perfect to show off the jewels, but you've got to see how you look without the skirt."
Drew tossed the phone on the bed, hiked her skirt over her ass and tucked it into its own band. Bree clenched her pelvic muscles in an attempt to keep her need under control. Much more of this and she'd come before Drew even touched her. "Unclench, honey." She did her best to comply. "That's better." Another click and Drew stood beside the bed again, staring at the photo he'd just taken of her naked ass. "No words." His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I have no words."
"Let me see." She hardly recognized her own voice, hoarse with desire. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on before. Drew swung the phone in her direction. A shudder rippled through her, and her skin flamed. He'd shifted the angle of the photo so the jewels appeared against the backdrop of her bare thigh, like drops of shiny candy, red, blue, green, amber, pink and white. If they were real, and she suspected they were, he'd spent a small fortune on them. "Drew…."
"I know, darlin'."
He laid the phone on the nightstand and popped the buttons on his shirt. His shorts followed the shirt and utility belt to the floor. His cock rose proud and ready. Br
ee closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Begging was so damned undignified. She wouldn't do it. Not that there was any chance Drew wasn't going to fuck her. Not with a hard-on like that one.
The mattress dipped as he positioned himself behind her. His hands covered her ass cheeks and swept down to the tops of her thigh-high stockings, then back again. One arm snaked around her waist and he bent her forward with the other. "Face down, with your ass up, darlin'."
Her cheek met the cool fabric of the comforter and she stifled the groan that rose in her throat. With her wrists cuffed at her back, her body open to his gaze, and his hands, she'd never felt more vulnerable, or desperate.
Hot hands swept over her ass, reverently stroking, building a flame in her only Drew could put out. He parted her with his thumbs, held her open for what felt like a lifetime before releasing her. If he didn't fill her soon she was going to die. Her pussy ached. Finally, Drew rose to his knees and pressed his groin against her ass. His cock slid between her thighs. Close, but not close enough. She whimpered.
"Soon, darlin'. Let me get suited up." Foil ripped and she knew he was protecting them both. The chains tugged at her ass, setting up an unfamiliar but insistent need for him to touch her there too. "Can you feel that? The chains are wrapped around my cock."
God yes, she could feel it, and it was fucking driving her crazy.
"They're long enough to wrap around the base." Another tug. "There. I'm going to fuck you with the chains wrapped around me."
Anything. He could do anything, as long as he put his cock in her. Now. Her mind screamed the command, but she bit her lip to keep from actually begging him. Then he was there, pushing into her and tugging on the invader in her ass at the same time. She almost wished he had the cell phone so she could see how they looked together, but she didn't need to see. She could feel. Every time he pulled out of her, the chains grew tight and tugged at her ass, then the pressure eased as he slid back in, creating a new pressure deeper inside her.
Drew's hand on her hip steadied her while another kept the chains snug around the base of his cock. Every push, every pull, shifted the pleasure from her ass to her pussy. Her orgasm coiled tight and low and refused to let her out of its grip. As if he knew her inner struggle, Drew let his hand slip to her belly. "Let it come, darlin'." He flicked a thumb over her swollen clit. "Just let it come."
Her body quaked with the power of her release. Drew kept a steady rhythm against her clit, but his cock paused, buried deep inside her. Bree burrowed her face in the comforter and let the soft fabric muffle Drew's name on her lips.
He supported her with an arm around her waist as she relaxed into a boneless heap following the most intense orgasm of her life. It took a moment to realize his cock was still hard inside her, and that he hadn't followed her with his own release.
"Easy now." He pulled out and sat back on his heels. She was too relaxed, and too sated to be embarrassed by her position, or what he might be looking at. "Now I'm going to have the rest of you." She jumped as Drew gave the chains a sharp tug, and the object in her ass popped out. Oh God! His thumbs stroked her cheeks apart and she instinctively clenched.
"No, don't, sweetheart." His big hands swept over the curve of her butt cheeks as if he caressed a priceless work of art. "You're beautiful. Relax and let me love you. All of you."
"Drew." Her protest was weak and sounded more like a breathless plea.
"Shh. It's all right." She relaxed under his competent hands. His voice dripped molasses. "No one has taken you here?"
"No." She'd never wanted anyone to, but even now, partially terrified, she knew she wanted Drew to take her, to possess this part of her.
"I won't hurt you." God, she knew that. He might be capable of any number of things in his profession, but he'd never hurt a woman, especially her. Unable to trust her voice, she nodded. "I'll do everything I can to make this easy for you." He reached for a tube of lube on the nightstand.
Heat flooded her face. Many things were taken for granted on the Lothario, and the need for lube was one of them. Every cabin had several tubes, plus each new guest was given a welcome basket filled with toys, books and other 'necessities'. Condoms were everywhere, even in baskets like sugar packets on the dining tables. She was only marginally grateful for the convenience now as Drew worked cold gel around and into her ass. It was really happening. She half heard his steady monologue, designed to soothe her jangled nerves. And then he rose over her and the pressure was almost too much to bear.
"Let me in, darlin'." He pressed harder, holding her firm against him with one arm wrapped around her waist. "I want to possess every part of you." Her heart seized, and her pelvic muscles gave way. She sucked in a sharp breath as Drew breeched her protective ring of muscles. "Mine." His hands went to her hips. "Say my name if you're okay."
"Drew." The single syllable came out on the last of the air in her lungs.
"God, I love to hear you say my name." His hold on her hips tightened, and he pressed his length in all the way to the hilt. "Say it again if you're all right."
"Drew. Oh God, Drew."
"I've got to move, darlin'. I can't wait any longer."
"Drew."
He withdrew and pushed back in. "You're so fucking tight." Out and back in, faster this time. "Mine. All fuckin' mine."
"Drew."
Bree gasped for breath as Drew pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back inside. His balls slapped against her clit, and her sated need rose up hot and demanding all over again. The skin at her hips burned where Drew clung to her. The fullness in her ass stole her will and turned her muscles to quivering, useless goo. As Drew filled her, declaring her his with each pounding thrust, helplessness stole over her. He didn't know how right he was. Her body and her heart were his. Irrevocably his.
****
He was fucking going to die. Right here. With his cock buried in Bree Stanton's ass. It wasn't enough that the woman had him by the balls, figuratively speaking. She had him by the heart too. And it was bulging like a water balloon squeezed in her tight little fist. It was going to burst at any moment.
He heard his name over the rush of blood past his ears, and knew his declaration of possession to be only half the truth. She'd laid claim to him as surely as he'd laid claim to her. Body and soul. There would never be another. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw against the impending explosion.
She gasped his name again. He opened his eyes, saw their reflection in the ceiling-mounted mirror, and lost what little sanity he had left. A lightning bolt struck him in the small of the back and sent a fireball to his groin, singed his balls and sliced through his cock. His cock surged and convulsed and spewed hot cum into the tip of the condom.
Curses rent the air as he rode out his last gasping, mortal moments. When his body ceased purging itself, he was surprised to find his heart still beating. He caressed Bree's sweet ass and removed himself as gently as he could. "Say my name if you're all right."
A heartbeat. Two. "Drew."
A lesser man would have cried at the sweet sound of his name on her lips after what he'd done to her. He eased her down and fumbled in the nightstand for the key to the handcuffs. As soon as she was free, her arms came around his neck and she plastered herself against him. She allowed him to undress her, then reattached herself to him as tight as a barnacle on the ship's hull. He stroked her back and absorbed the feel of her into his skin. Nothing had ever felt this right.
"Wear the jewels while I'm gone. I want to think about you wearing them."
"'kay."
Her body relaxed against his and he lay awake listening to her soft breathing and imprinting the feel of her body against his. It would have to be enough to keep him sane for the next few weeks.
****
Bree clawed her way up out of the deepest sleep she'd had in… well, forever. The bed was soft and warm, and her body felt renewed, and sore in all the right places. Memories of the previous night heated her skin. Drew. He'd possessed h
er. That was the only word for what he'd done to her. It had been so much more than fucking, or even making love. He'd claimed her, declared her to be his, and as embarrassing as that was with the morning light streaming through the balcony door, it had felt right at the time.
It had to be the oxytocin. That was the only explanation for the way she'd allowed him to do those things to her without a single protest.
She lifted her arms above her head and pointed her toes, feeling the delicious pull of waking muscles. It would be too easy to lay right where she was, in bed with Drew, for the entire day, and repeat everything. She smiled and rolled to her side, reaching for the solid man she'd spent a good deal of the night wrapped around. Her eyes flew open when her arm landed on cold sheets instead of hot male flesh.
Reality crashed in on her. The ever-constant hum of the ships engines was gone, and so was Drew. This was Sunday. Docking day in Miami. Bree glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. Drew would be long gone by now. They'd planned an early morning departure to avoid crowds and any media hype. And she'd planned to see them off, to assure them the ship would be in good hands while they were gone. And, she'd wanted to tell Drew… goodbye? Perhaps that wasn't the right word. Goodbye was so final, and she didn't really want their parting to be the end. But if she accomplished her mission in the next few weeks, that's exactly what it would be. She'd never see Drew again. She'd go her way, and he'd stay right where he was.
