Dominate Me

by Kenzie Haven

  Dominate Me

  I’m his for the taking…

  By: Kenzie Haven

  Published by Smutpire Press

  Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved

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  Dominate Me

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  Michael spanked my naked ass as I climbed out of bed. “I’ll see you on the docks. Don’t be late.”

  “I’ll be there,” I promised.

  He watched me get dressed with a smirk. I made sure to shake my ass a little more than I normally would; my dom liked it when I put on a show for him and I enjoyed making him happy.

  “I know what you’re doing,” he said with laughter in his voice.

  “I’m not doing anything,” I replied innocently. I clasped my bra and wished he would come over and pull it off me again. Preferably with his teeth.

  He swung his legs over to sit on the side of the bed. The silk sheet draped over his cock elegantly. “We don’t have time to start something now. You need to go home so we can go sailing at ten.”

  “Yes, sir.” I replied as I pulled on my dress. Michael hurried to get up so he could zip it up for me. As he did, his fingers brushed the nape of my neck and set my skin on fire all over again. I really wanted to blow off sailing with my parents so we could spend all day in bed.

  He tapped my ass. “Now get out of here. I need to shower.”

  I stood on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. He pulled me into a hug before letting me go. I practically skipped through the mansion on my way out.

  Driving home, I worried about spending the day with my parents and my secret lover. Every time I was with Michael, I felt electricity crackle between us. I don’t know how other people couldn’t see that. Surely those sparks would give away our secret at some point.

  I arrived home and hurried to my room to shower and change before my parents noticed I hadn’t been home last night. Being twenty years old, they should know not to ask too many questions, but my parents were nosy. They still hadn’t realized I had grown up.

  Slipping on some bathers and a summer dress, I met my parents in the living room. They both wore white shirts and striped blue shorts—embarrassingly matching. “Everyone ready?” I asked brightly.

  My father gazed at me a little too suspiciously. “I didn’t think you’d be so into this. You hate sailing.”

  “It’s a beautiful day,” I replied.

  Mom interrupted. “Come on, let’s get going. We don’t want to keep Michael waiting.” She wouldn’t be the one getting the spanking if we were tardy but I wasn’t going to point that out.

  Dad drove us to the docks where Michael was already leaning against the white railings. He wore navy shorts that showed off his muscled legs and a white polo shirt with the buttons undone. My hormones went into overdrive at seeing how hot he looked.

  “My crew has arrived,” Michael joked. I hoped nobody connected the dots from my good mood to his. Perhaps we were just happy people.

  “Thank you for having us,” Dad said as they shook hands. “I can’t wait to get out on the high seas and breathe in all that fresh ocean air.”

  “It’s a good day for it. How are you, Patty? Carly?” He nodded toward my mother and me. We both answered politely.

  Michael led us onto the yacht and spoke with his crew to get everything going. The boat was huge with enough facilities below deck to live on it permanently. If there was any proof of Michael’s wealth, it was this magnificent yacht.

  I’d been on the boat once before. When I was sixteen, Michael hosted a party onboard. I’d spent the whole time stealing glances at him, admiring his charm and handsome features. He seemed so sophisticated and perfect. It had fueled my fantasies about him for months afterwards.

  Four years later and he was all mine. I just wish we didn’t have to keep it such a secret. But with him and my father being best friends, it was forbidden. Dad would never understand that we were two adults engaging in consensual activities. He would think Michael was far too old for his little girl.

  We sat down for lunch at the rear of the yacht shortly after we were out to sea. The undulating waves rocked the boat around but our plates barely moved on the table. Michael’s staff had put out a feast for us. Fresh fruit, salads, and pastries were laid out. Each item looked more delicious than the last.

  Underneath the table, Michael’s foot brushed against my leg. He was awakening my pussy and raising the level of need in me quickly. I could feel the heat of my embarrassment creeping up my neck.

  “How’s college going, Carly?” Michael asked. He sounded too calm while setting me on ablaze.

  “It’s good, thank you.”

  “It’s almost exam time,” Dad added. “But I’m sure Carly will blitz them. She’s got her mother’s brains, that one.”

  Throwing myself overboard would have been less painful than this conversation. I changed the subject. “Your yacht is very impressive.”

  “I have many impressive toys,” he replied. I thought of all the sex toys he had in his secret room and felt the blush rise all over again. He was still introducing me to the various items and explaining how they could be used for the ultimate in sexual pleasure.

  “I’m sure you do.”

  “I’ll have to show you some more sometime.”

  This was dangerous territory with my parents right there. His leg was still brushing mine and I was finding it difficult containing myself. I wanted to leap over the table and land in his lap.

  “You should see his private jet,” Dad said excitedly. “If you want impressive, that’s it. Very plush. I feel like a movie star when we travel in it.”

  I pictured Michael and myself on the yacht by ourselves. We would both be naked with the sun kissing our bare skin. I could imagine him chasing me around playfully. I would let him catch me on the bow so we could sink down onto the lounger in a mess of kisses.

  We’d fuck on the lounge chair in full view of the ocean surrounding us. There would be nobody around to see us, but we wouldn’t care even if there was. The whole world would disappear while we explored one another’s body.

  That was the sailing adventure I wanted. Not this one with my parents and his staff in tow. I focused on my salad and tried to push the wicked fantasy away. As far away as it would go.

  The rest of lunch was equally as awkward. I struggled through until we disbursed. I helped the staff clear the table and carried the plates down into the kitchen below. Sleek wood graced every surface, shined to perfection.

  Michael caught up with me. “Meet me on the upper deck in five minutes,” he whispered in my ear. “Make sure you’re not wearing panties.”

  A shiver ran through my belly. I headed straight for one of the empty bedrooms and slipped off my bikini bottoms. I didn’t really want to leave them in the room so I stuffed them into my pocket.

  Five minutes after issuing the invitation, Michael was on the upper deck and looking out over the railing. I joined him, staring off into the same distance. I wasn’t late this time so he couldn’t punish me. That was a pity.

  “You’re a tease, Carly,” Michael said. His gaze was still forward. To anyone that happened to see us, they wouldn’t know how much we meant to each other.

  “You’re the one who was playing footsies with me all throughout lunch.”

  “It was the least I wanted to do to you.”

  I turned around to face the other way. “Oh yeah? And what do you want to do to me n
ow?”

  He laughed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “So many things, babe. So many things. I’m going to fuck you first, that was on the list.”

  “How? Someone will see.” My heart started racing. I was excited by the prospect but terrified we were going to get caught. The yacht may have been massive, but it was also crawling with people.

  “You’ll just have to trust me.”

  He unzipped his shorts and his hard cock burst free. He wasn’t wearing underwear either. Somehow, that didn’t surprise me. He had planned this, he knew exactly what he was doing.

  I trusted Michael. He didn’t want to get caught either. He would lose his best friend if we were discovered and I knew that relationship meant a lot to him. Plus, the idea of having sex with him on the luxury yacht was too tantalizing to turn down.

  He pulled me over so I stood in front of him. I faced the ocean with the railing pressing into my hip. He shifted and I felt the pressure of his cock against me from behind. This was going to be fast and dirty, perfect for our surroundings.

  He leaned forward while I shifted my legs apart. His hand slipped underneath my dress and caressed up my thigh. I grew more excited the higher he ventured. Sweet anticipation shivered through me as he reached my apex.

  I sighed as his fingers tickled my clit. The sea air rushed around me, cooling my flushed cheeks. We went over a large wave which caused Michael’s hand to collide with my pussy. I received an added push on my sensitive nerve endings from the motion.

  “Pretend we’re having a very interesting conversation,” Michael whispered in my ear. With his free hair, he pointed to something on the horizon. I nodded as if he was explaining something to me.

  His hand recoiled and lifted my dress so his cock could slip underneath it. I felt the heavy weight between my ass cheeks and subtly leaned over. His fingers circled my entrance, making sure I was ready for him.

  My pussy was drenched and wanting, of course I was ready for him. I was ready from the moment I first saw him standing in front of his yacht and smiling with his cavalier grin. I would always be ready for him.

  I could hear others walking around the boat. Clips of conversation mingled in with the wind. I tried to push them all away and focus on Michael and what he was doing to my body. Because what he was doing was well worth concentrating on.

  His fingers tickled my clit in earnest. Alternating between long strokes between my folds, he was making my knees weak. It was difficult schooling my features to be impartial when I wanted to scream with the sheer thrill of his touch.

  “I’m going in, Carly. Don’t let them see what my cock feels like while it’s fucking you. It’s our little secret.” I nodded in response and kept my mouth in a thin line.

  His cock pushed into me. I shuffled my legs a little wider so he could go in as far as he wanted to. I pushed my ass back against Michael and angled my hips to make it easier for him. I wanted all his length inside me, not just half.

  “You’re going to have to move, babe. I can’t be seen thrusting my hips,” he said. He was right, of course. I hadn’t thought about it. I was the one hidden from view, not him. If anyone glanced up and saw his hips rocking against me, it would give us away.

  I moved my hips forward and felt his hard rod slide out of me. I didn’t hesitate before moving backwards again. His cock slammed into me, my ass pressed between our bodies. I’d never had sex in this position before. It was easier than I imagined it would be.

  His fingers never relented on my pussy. My clit was being tugged in all directions as his steady hand continued its pursuit. Heat sizzled in my belly and prepared itself for the big explosion.

  I felt reckless as my body moved on its own accord. My hips buckled as my cunt pulled on Michael’s cock and then pushed down on it again. We were slippery and hot, making the motion quick and pleasurable.

  Michael was breathing heavily behind me. I knew he was working on holding in everything he wanted to say to me. He would be cursing now if we were in his secret room, but I could still tell that he was close to coming and it wouldn’t be long now. Our foreplay had started the moment we stepped foot on the yacht.

  His fingers pinched my clit and held it there without release. The orgasm came swiftly. As did Michael’s. His hand cupped my pussy as his cock twitched inside me. My body stilled as I let the pleasure overtake my body.

  Starbursts exploded in front of me as the climax shook every nerve inside me. I leaned back against Michael as we both gripped the railing. We were trying to keep ourselves together when the pleasure wanted to rip our cells apart. Nothing else mattered but the pure bliss, surrounding us like joyous bubbles.

  There was so much I wanted to say to him but I kept my mouth shut. It would have to wait for later. I might have felt amazing on the inside, but it didn’t stop the dangers of what we were doing.

  I let myself sink into the happy abyss for a few moments longer, even as I felt Michael’s cock slide out of me and the sound of the zipper sealing his pants. I closed my eyes and felt the salty air on my skin. These were the little experiences that put the cherry on top of our moments together.

  “I’m going to clean up. Wait for a few minutes before coming down,” Michael whispered. He allowed himself a quick kiss on my neck before leaving.

  I turned around and leaned against the railing, relying on it for support. We were so stupid, but it was so worth it. I’d had an itch that I couldn’t scratch and Michael had taken care of it. Just like he always took care of me.

  After a few minutes, I tested my legs to make sure they would hold me up. They seemed okay so I took the steep stairs down to the main deck and kept going until I was in a cabin.

  The bathroom in the room was as good as any on dry land. I cleaned up and removed all evidence of being fucked by my father’s best friend.

  I reached into my pocket for my bikini bottoms but they weren’t there. “Shit,” I muttered. I searched the cabin, the bathroom, and then retraced my steps back up to the deck. They were nowhere in sight.

  Think think think.

  If they weren’t anywhere I’d been, they had to have fallen out of my pocket while we were on the upper deck. I hurried around the deck below it, searching the ground for where they might have fallen. The cool air skimming underneath my dress just kept reminding me of the situation.

  If my parents found my bikini, I would have absolutely no plausible excuse for not wearing it. Normal people didn’t just take their panties off to walk around commando. They kept them on—especially when on a family friend’s yacht.

  I caught up with Michael and my parents at the back of the yacht. I plastered on a smile. “Isn’t this weather beautiful?”

  “Absolutely perfect.” My mother beamed. She had a fruity cocktail in her hand. Her smile definitely wasn’t fake. “How often do you manage to take her out, Michael?”

  “I ride her as often as I can,” he replied. His hand was in his pocket. He raised it just enough for me to see my bikini bottoms balled in his palm. Relief flushed through me.

  Thank goodness for that.

  I kept out of everyone’s way for the remainder of the trip. I was going to give our secret away in one way or another if I spoke with anyone. Instead, the ocean captured my attention and held it until we were back on solid ground.

  It was difficult giving Michael a polite and G-rated goodbye when we parted ways. There was no private time to do a decent job so I resorted to texting him when we were in the car and on the way home.

  My parents gushed about Michael’s generosity the entire way. Guilt crept in but I pushed it away. We weren’t doing anything wrong, we were both consenting adults. Hopefully our secret would remain that way for a very long time.

  I received a reply text back from Michael a few hours later. It was short and to the point. Sex room. Tonight. Being summoned to his secret room was something I immediately looked forward to. We could do anything in there and nobody would find out.

  The afternoon went fast as I tried to
predict what Michael would want us to do in the sex room tonight. Unfortunately, the man was so unpredictable there was no way of accurately guessing. We would do whatever he felt like doing.

  In the early evening, I headed out with the excuse of hanging out with my friend Anna. My parents were too wrapped up in the television to ask me many questions.

  I drove over to Michael’s mansion and was buzzed in through the gate. The door was unlatched so I went straight in and up to the second floor. The only light on was the one in his bedroom.

  “Carly?” Michael called out.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied.

  “Come here.”

  He was already in the sex room. I went to the door and remembered the first rule. I took off my clothes and left them in a neat pile by the door. I stepped inside the red room and kneeled down.