All Aboard (Anchored Book 3)

by Sophie Stern

She made me dinner, which I didn’t expect, and it smells fantastic. The entire house smells like brisket and mashed potatoes, and I can’t wait to share this meal with her. She’s thoughtful, and kind.

  Macie is much too good for me.

  And she’s on her knees beside me, willingly offering herself up to me. Does she know she’s making a deal with the devil? Does she know that I will take her so far down the rabbit hole she’ll never be able to find her way back?

  There are things I want to do to Macie, dark things. I want to play with her, tie her up, make her submit to me. I want to bring her to the edge of pleasure and hold her there, toying with her, and then I want to push her over that cliff.

  I want to make her explode with pleasure.

  I want to make her cry my name.

  I want everything from her.

  “To your feet,” I tell her firmly, and she instantly rises. “You’ve been practicing kneeling,” I notice. She’s very graceful.

  “I’ve been reading a lot,” she tells me. “I read the books you recommended, and then I read some other ones, too. One of the things I noticed was that in the stories, a lot of Doms want their submissives to kneel for them.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal she’s been putting effort into practicing her kneeling and rising. “I wanted to see if I could, so I decided to practice.”

  “I’m impressed.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “Take off your shoes, sweetheart.”

  She kicks off the sandals and stands before me, barefoot, with her hands folded neatly in front of her.

  “You’re so innocent,” I tell her quietly, looking at Macie. “Don’t you know I want to corrupt you?”

  “I want everything you have to offer me,” Macie says firmly. “I was scared at first. When Lily and Christina wanted to bring me to Anchored, I thought it was going to be stupid. It’s not. I thought there was no way kink could work for me, but it’s not what I thought.”

  “What did you think?”

  “That it was all about hitting women, about bossing them around, but it’s not, is it?” She shakes her head. “You might want to hurt me a little, but only in ways that are going to increase my pleasure. You want me to trust you, and in return, I get to be taken care of. I get to have the most incredible orgasms. I get to feel so many different things.”

  “I will always take care of you, Macie.”

  “I know. I trust you.”

  Before I can tell Macie to strip off her clothes, she surprises me by yanking her dress off over her head and throwing it aside. This move isn’t graceful, but it catches me by surprise and I’m instantly hard. She’s standing before me and she’s completely naked. She’s not wearing a bra or panties and she’s shaved her pussy.

  “Is this for me?” I ask, reaching for her. I stroke a finger between her legs and she shudders, but nods.

  “I thought you might like it.”

  “Baby, I fucking love it. Come here. Let me taste you.”

  She steps forward and I slide two fingers inside of her, stroking her. Then I bring my fingers to my lips. Delicious. Fucking incredible.

  “You taste amazing.”

  “So do you,” she says, smiling. “Trust me: I remember the club. I’ve been thinking about it all week.”

  “Have you now?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she laughs. “I’ve been masturbating so much. You wouldn’t believe it.”

  “I hope you aren’t too sore for me, sweetheart.”

  “Not at all,” she says, and then Macie straddles my lap. She strokes my face and kisses me. “I can’t wait to have you inside of me, Master.”

  If I wasn’t already completely smitten with the girl, this is the moment that would do it. I grab her, pulling her closer to myself.

  “I’m the one who can’t wait,” I murmur, and then I kiss her. Macie grinds against me, and my hands roam as we kiss. Her hair is beautiful and her skin is soft and she smells like vanilla.

  I want more of her.

  I want her more than I should.

  “All right, pretty girl,” I say, pulling away. She looks surprised, but I just smile at her. “Let’s go eat dinner.”

  “Um, all right,” she says, and climbs off me. She starts to reach for her clothes, but I stop her.

  “I think you look lovely just like this,” I say.

  “Naked?” She squeaks out. “You want us to eat naked?”

  “No, only you’ll be naked. I’m perfectly happy like this.”

  Macie laughs, but shakes her head and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. The table is already set, and I help her carry the food over to the table.

  “I have to say,” she admits, sitting down. “This is the very first time I’ve eaten naked with a guest.”

  “Being a Dom has its perks.”

  “Like getting to stare at an amazing pair of breasts while you eat an equally delicious meal?”

  “Absolutely,” I say, taking my first bite of brisket.

  And then I groan.

  “This is the best fucking brisket I’ve ever had,” I tell her. “Seriously. I think this is better than my mom’s. Don’t,” I point my fork at her. “Ever tell her that.”

  “Don’t tell your mom I’m a better cook. Got it.”

  “I can’t believe you went to all this trouble for me,” I tell her. I’m used to being the one who serves others. I’m used to playing the good Dom. It’s unusual that someone goes to any lengths for me, and I kind of like this feeling.

  “It was no trouble. I love cooking.”

  “Tell me more about your business. I know we’ve talked a little bit over text, but it’s not the same. Your eyes seem to light up when you’re talking about it, and I love that.”

  “It’s my passion. I knew when I was a kid that I wanted to cook. I thought about being a chef, but catering, to me, is a little more fun. I get to cook a ton of food and I get to go to all sorts of fun events. The menus are always so different that I get to try my hand at a lot of different things.”

  “It sounds great.” I take a bite of the mashed potatoes, which are just as good as the brisket. “Magical, even.”

  “A lot of people don’t understand it,” she says. “You know, having passion about your job.”

  “I’m not going to lie. I’m a little jealous.”

  “You never felt passionate about your job?”

  “At first,” I admit. “But I think reality set in really quickly for me.”

  “When do you think you stopped enjoying your work? Like, is there a specific moment that you can pinpoint when it stopped being fun?”

  Leave it to Macie to ask the hard questions. Then again, that’s one of the things I’m quickly starting to like about her. She’s not the type of woman who just wants to know what my favorite movie is or whether or not I’m a country music fan. No, she’s asking me deep, personal questions.

  She wants our relationship to be meaningful, and thanks to her persistence, it’s going to be.

  “After Zack’s divorce, I realized just how cutthroat my field of work was going to be. I didn’t mind at first. To be honest, I liked the challenge.”

  Macie takes a bite of her food and nods.

  “I get it. I mean, I’m a caterer, so it’s not like I’m dealing with things that make or break someone’s future, but there’s still a lot of pressure. Whether I’m doing a business event or a wedding or something, people want everything to be perfect. It’s tough. A lot of times, they don’t even know exactly what they want, so it’s up to me to figure it out. It can be a lot of fun, but it can also be pretty hard.”

  “Exactly. I like to feel challenged at work. I like working hard and feeling like I’m putting my best foot forward. That whole ‘personal growth’ thing? I love it.”

  “Yeah,” she smiles. “It’s a good thing to love. Changing who you are to become someone better? It’s an incredible feeling. Hard,” she points out. “But incredible.”

  “Speaking of incredible, this is t
he most fantastic dinner I’ve ever had.”

  “Really?” She blushes.

  “Really and truly. That was very thoughtful of you, Macie. I was going to take you to my favorite Italian restaurant. This was about a thousand times better. Seriously. You could easily put them out of business.”

  She laughs, and the sound of her happiness fills the room.

  “I don’t think I’m that good, but I appreciate the compliment.”

  “Now that we’re almost done with our meal, how do you feel about being naked the entire time?”

  Macie glances down at herself, as if she’s completely forgotten she’s not wearing clothes.

  “Oh,” she whispers. “My nipples are hard, so I guess it’s not too bad.”

  “Yes,” I reach for one and touch it gently with my fingers. “It’s not too bad at all.”

  “To be honest, I sort of forgot I was naked. Once we started talking, the conversation was flowing so well, and I just wasn’t really worried about it.”

  “You’re a brave woman.”

  “We’ll see how brave I can be once dinner is over,” she says quietly. “I have a feeling you’ve got some surprises in store for me.”

  I wink and take a sip of my drink.

  Do I have surprises in store for Macie? Absolutely.

  Will she love them? Of course.

  I would never do anything to her I wasn’t sure she’d completely enjoy. I want her to feel adored and special. I want her to feel like she’s the queen of the world. I want her to feel like she’s a goddess.

  Because she is.

  Chapter 11

  Macie

  After dinner, we spend some time drinking wine and talking. We end up on the couch, and as we talk, Tony touches me constantly. His touch isn’t sexual, but it keeps my body on edge and alert. Even though he’s running his hands over my legs and down my arms, careful to avoid any sensitive areas, I’m still turned on.

  “So you’ve had a week to process how things went at Anchored,” he says. “How do you think it compares to vanilla dating?”

  “It’s definitely different,” I say.

  “Tell me how.”

  “When I date people, in general, there’s not that much talking, you know?”

  “You like to jump to the good stuff, do you?” He winks.

  “No!” I slap him playfully. “Do you know what I mean, though? I feel like you and I have talked so much this week, and we haven’t even had sex yet.” I blush. “It’s nice. I feel like I’ve opened up to you a lot, and you’ve opened to me, as well.”

  “That’s what kink is all about. Whether you want BDSM or just D/s or something that’s a weird, erotic mix that can’t really be labeled, good communication is at the core of that.”

  “I think when I’ve been with vanilla guys, the thing that’s always missing is the openness. I could never tell someone what my fantasies were or what I really wanted.”

  “Why do you think that is?” He touches my hair. “You’re sweet, Macie, and gentle. If you were my girl, I’d listen to all of your fantasies. I’d eat them up.”

  “Like the big, bad wolf,” I whisper, and he nods.

  I snuggle closer to Tony, comfortable with how much we’re touching.

  “This is a good example,” I say. “We’re touching, and we’re talking, and in a vanilla relationship, this doesn’t usually happen. If I’m naked with someone, we usually just end up having sex, and that’s all it is: sex. We don’t talk about how we like it or things we want to try.”

  “There’s a stigma that when you like kink, you have to enjoy hardcore bondage.”

  “That’s what I thought,” I admit. “Lily and Christina have been really helpful in explaining things to me. They’ve shown me that exploring my sexuality doesn’t have to be some dark, dirty thing. It doesn’t have to be dangerous. It can be safe, sane, and consensual, and it can push my limits without freaking me out.”

  “Well, that’s another reason communication is important,” Tony pulls me into his lap, and I curl up against him. The gesture is intimate, but sweet, and I feel immensely comfortable with him. “If we talk about what’s going to happen in a scene ahead of time, you won’t feel as scared or uneasy. You’ll be able to really enjoy what’s happening. Even if I wanted to surprise you, my little sub, communication helps build trust.”

  “So no matter what we do, I’ll know you have my best interests in mind.”

  “Like asking you to eat dinner naked?”

  “Was that a trust building exercise?” I ask carefully, touching his chest. He’s always dressed so nicely, so professionally. He always seems to have everything together.

  “Do you feel like you trust me more?”

  “I certainly feel more submissive,” I admit.

  “Tell me more about that.”

  “Well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure that I was submissive at all. The word ‘submissive’ is just a nasty one.”

  He laughs. “I know a lot of people don’t like it.”

  “It makes me think of the whole ‘women must submit to men’ idea. I don’t really like that. It sounds like torture, but that’s not what it is at all. Being submissive doesn’t mean I become a doormat. Yeah, it means I’ll give you control in the bedroom, but it also means I get to take care of you.”

  He lifts my chin, and his eyes search mine. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want to take care of me?”

  “I did tonight,” I tell him truthfully. “You seemed so anxious and tired when you got here. I was glad I had prepared a meal for you, and when I saw your reaction, it made me even happier. You seemed really excited about it, really happy.”

  “I was. It’s an incredible meal.”

  “You were very appreciative. I guess I just like this give-and-take idea. I submit to you, and you take care of me, too.”

  “I would very much like to take care of you.”

  “The way you were going to take care of me on the balcony?” I ask, flushing. I think of how excited I was to be out on the deck of Anchored with Tony. It was the craziest, wildest night I think I’ve ever had, and that includes my college days.

  “I didn’t get to finish taking care of you,” he murmurs. “If I remember correctly, we were sorely interrupted.”

  “We have tonight,” I say helpfully, and he smiles.

  “Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want me to give you an orgasm?”

  “Yes, Master Tony.”

  “Turn around, but stay on my lap.”

  I wiggle around so I’m leaning against him. My legs dangle over his, so they’re spread. I feel very open and vulnerable, but I lean my head back against Tony’s chest. He’s strong and big. This is the kind of guy who, despite working crazy hours at a large law firm, finds time to work out. I like it.

  And I like the way he makes me feel.

  I might feel more open than I ever have in my life, but I also trust that he’s going to take care of me. He’s going to make me feel incredible. He’s not going to let me fall.

  Even if things don’t work out with Tony, I trust him. I know he isn’t going to leave me hanging. He’s not going to let me down. He’s not going to leave after we sleep together and never speak to me again. He isn’t going to start ignoring my texts or calls. If things don’t work out, he’ll tell me. We’ll communicate. We’ll treat each other with respect.

  Everything is going to be just fine.

  “Tell me what just ran through your head, sweetheart.”

  “I was just thinking that you aren’t going to ignore me tomorrow. You aren’t going to just not call me.”

  “Of course not.”

  “I just think I’m lucky to have met you. You’re a good man, Tony.”

  “It’s easy to be good when I’m around someone as sweet as you, Macie.”

  I wiggle against him, feeling his hardness against my bottom.

  “I’m not as sweet as you think,” I promise.

  “Close your eyes,” he says. “Le
t me make you feel.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut and just relax against his body. Tony runs his hands up and down my arms a few times, but then he moves to my belly and touches me there. He’s grazed his hands over my breasts a few times, but he hasn’t really started to touch them. Not just yet.

  “You are so pretty,” he murmurs. “Soft and delicate. I love how curvy you are.”

  “You don’t think I’m too heavy?”

  “Not at all. I like you soft, and I’ve never seen you look so sexy as you do right now. You’re open for me, ready. You’re so willing. It’s fucking hot, Macie. You are hot.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper, but then I’m quiet as he touches me. Tony’s hands find their way to my breasts, finally, and he bounces them softly in his hands. They’re heavy and big, and I like the way he touches them. He pinches each of my nipples and I groan quietly. He just chuckles.

  “You like a little bite of pain with your pleasure, don’t you?”

  “I’m not sure,” I tell him honestly. “I’ve never really had any pain and pleasure mixed together. I guess I always thought pain was bad. I only started learning about erotic torture this week.”

  “I don’t plan to torture you, but I do want to find out what you like, Macie.” He flicks my nipples then, and my pussy clenches. Oh, that feels better than it should. It’s such a strange sensation. It doesn’t hurt. There’s a little sting, but it’s not really painful. It’s just a sharp sensation that heightens everything else I’m feeling.

  I breathe deeply in his lap. As I’m leaning against him, I think of how this moment makes me feel. I just have this deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. Everything is as it should be.

  And then his hands move lower.

  And lower.

  And lower.

  Soon his palms are tracing little circles on my thighs, and I wiggle, wanting him to touch me at my core. I want him to slide his fingers inside of me. I want him to touch every inch of me. I don’t want him to stop. I know I’m wet, and wiggling against him. I know I’m groaning and moaning as he plays with me, but I don’t want this to end.

  I want him to keep going.

  I want to come for him.

  “I think you like this,” he whispers.