by West, Megan
She felt that there was something a little off about him even though he was ridiculously good looking. Maybe it was the fact that he remembered her over all his guests or maybe it was the fact that he planned to take people out on this boat. It didn’t look very seaworthy.
“Well I should be going.” She smiled and pulled out of his grasp. “I guess good luck with your boat.” She’d have to remember to cancel that sailing trip.
As she walked away she finally connected the dots, he was ‘Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome’ from the resort. She had seen him before and she was positive he was interested in her.
By the end of the week she hadn’t seen the dark stranger again and she had practically forgot about him when that evening at dinner he made an appearance again. In linen pants and a light colored linen shirt completely unbuttoned he command most of the women’s attention.
She saw several approach, but he seemed painfully uninterested in all of them. He stopped at the bar for a brief moment, grabbed a beer and was headed her way.
Maybe he won’t notice her. Maybe he’s just passing by.
She adjusted the straps of her dress—a short silk number that floated when she walked. The breeze fluttered it around her thighs as she stood up.
“HI Daisy. I was hoping to see you again.” He flashed a brilliant, but predatory like smile at her. It was a bright smile with a hint of primal aggression glinting in his eyes. She wasn’t exactly sure how it made her feel. Her brain said no, but something about it sent a charge through her body she couldn’t ignore.
“Oh?” She took a step back. He took a step forward. She was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with him. But the oddest thing about him? She was still attracted to him.
“Yes, I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come out and see the work I’ve been doing on the sailboat.” She eyed him, her curiosity peaked. “You’re the only person who even knows I’m working on it.” He chuckled and his smile set her a little at ease. What could it hurt she thought.
“Maybe, but before I say yes I need to know something.”
He nodded, “okay, shoot.”
“Your name, I don’t even know your name?” Now it was her turn to smile.
“How rude of me.” He put out his hand. It was large and calloused. Clearly a working man’s hand. “My name is Xavier, my friends’ just call me X.” He took her small delicate hand in his and reached it up to his lips where he gently kissed the tops of her knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She didn’t know if it was the sheer animal magnetism or just horniness that caused her to act the way she did, but she ended up having dinner with him. She was a ridiculous flirt the entire time.
They ended up leaving the dinner and strolling down the beach. She had a few drinks and was a bit tipsy. She didn’t think he was even slightly buzzed. The conversation slowly quieted as they walked in silence. She took his hand as they kept walking, it was warm in hers.
“Daisy, would you like to see the boat tonight?” He had stopped and was looking at her. She could see his sharp features clearly in the moonlight. He reached his hand up and stroked her cheek.
“I’d really love to share my pleasures with you.” He leaned in closer, his words just a breath. “I feel that we have a connection.” She wasn’t sure if it was the booze talking or not, but she agreed and they continued walking until they came upon a bay. Anchored in the shallows was the sailboat. It looked like a giant ghost in the misty moonlight looming over the waves smacking against the beach.
“The nighttime really brings out something in the way she sits in the water. She’s a romantic gal.” He let go of her hand for a moment and stepped into the surf. “I’m afraid you’ll have to get a little wet in order to get to the speedboat. I use it to get back and fourth from her to the shore.”
She pulled off her sandals, lifted her dress up high, and followed him in. He waited patiently, his pants soaking. When they reached the speedboat he startled her by lifting her right up and over the edge. Then he popped himself up with little to no effort.
The small engine rumbled to a start as he pulled up the anchor and then glided off toward the sailboat. As they approached she realized just how large the sailboat was. He pulled the smaller boat right next to it and she saw a ladder off the side.
“It’s not too difficult although you’ll need to be extra careful with your skirt, maybe.” He helped her get ahold of the ladder and they both started to climb.
To her amazement she was up in no time. He came shortly behind her and they stood together on the deck. It was full of various things she knew nothing about, but it still had a bit of room. She saw a light glowing near the back. He took her hand again and led her that way.
She hesitated for a moment before deciding it was ok to follow. He stopped short of the cabin and asked her once more if she was ok with this. A nervous breath gulped down her throat as she nodded and he opened the door. There were a few steps down and from below she could see a soft light and hear the faint sounds of classical music playing.
When she looked back at Xavier she noticed he wasn’t standing next to her anymore. What she felt though was a slight lurch and sway before everything was smooth again. She took a tentative step forward down into the cabin. At the second to the last step she felt him step behind her again.
She relaxed, but it only lasted a moment. As she fully entered the boats cabin she realized the full extent of what he meant when he said he wanted to share his pleasures with her. There was what she could only describe as a sex swing hanging in the middle of the room. On the wall were a vast array of whips, gags, dildo’s and other items that she didn’t even recognize.
She figured his story about taking guests sailing was bogus now. Unless of course it was a totally different kind of a sailing trip. She attempted to take a step back and found herself running into his solid chest.
“Um what the hell is going on Xavier?” She spun around and glared at him. “I don’t even know you and you bring me here”, she pointed at the wall, “to this!”
“Daisy let me explain.” He attempted to take her hand again. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh it’s not? Because it sure looks like a sexual deviant’s nest of filth.” Her voice was rising and she could feel the heat in her cheeks flare red.
Before she could react he took her by the arms and pulled her against him, his mouth covering hers in a violent kiss. First she fought, but she was no match for him and the growing warmth in her crotch.
His tongue pushed into her mouth and to her amazement she felt her body react. She no longer fought the kiss, but allowed him in and let him take her. She felt her body melt to his and the heat from her cheeks spread to her belly and finally her pussy.
She could feel his aggression and desire. He was hard against her stomach. She struggled against him again and she felt his cock grow larger and stiffer against her. The feeling of him and his sheer size was enough to make her wet her panties.
She knew she shouldn’t want him, but she did in the worst way. His hands found their way to her breasts. He was rough, but it turned her on like nothing before. She didn’t know why she just knew she wanted more. She pushed him and he pressed into her more.
Her grabbed her arms and raised them over her head. He backed her into the wall as she felt the boat move with the waves. With her wrists pinned above her head, body pressed into the wall by his, she couldn’t move, all she could do was give into him completely.
When her mind made that decision her body relaxed into his control and he felt it. Their kisses became less about control and more about passion. His hand explored her body through her paper thin dress. A breathy moan blew against him, her hips pushing into him, begging him to take her right there against the wall.
Then suddenly he stopped. She was breathless when he let go of her arms. “Did I do something wrong?” She implored him. “I can do whatever it is you want Xavier.” She meant it, in a single moment she more
than willingly gave up all she was to this man she hardly even knew.
“No my darling you did nothing wrong. You are as perfect as I expected you would be.” He kissed her forehead. “I need to go above deck, please remove your clothes and lay down on the bed.”
“Yes of course.” She nodded, head down already assuming a submissive position to him without even realizing it.
He kissed her again and headed up the stairs to the deck. She quickly threw her dress off and laid on the bed waiting patiently for him to come back. As she laid there she thought about what was happening to her. She knew this was insane and potentially dangerous, but she didn’t care. She was on vacation after all. Why not go a little crazy. Although, even she realized this was a bit further than that.
She assessed the various toys in the room and realized that almost every one of them were made to pleasure a woman, not a man. Maybe she was wrong about what exactly he wanted from her. Suddenly she felt the boat abruptly jerk and then settle. It was an odd feeling trying to get used to the movements of the boat, but she wasn’t overly concerned. She guessed they’d be off and back to the resort after this little play time ended.
When he came back down he stopped and stared at her for a moment. She blushed knowing he was appraising her naked body. Her long slender arms and delicate hands laid across her naked breasts. She moved her hands away as he looked her over. She was curvy with a generous pair of tits men loved. She felt his gaze travel over her soft tummy to her shaved pussy lips. She parted her legs slightly to give him a better view. A breath caught in his chest. Down his eyes swept along the length of her legs. Finally he looked her in the eyes. Her soft brown doe eyes were a sharp contrast to his sea blue gaze. Her long blonde hair fell in messy tendrils around her face. She wasn’t nearly as tan as he was and the tropical sun had left its mark on her, her chest and shoulders slightly reddened.
“Daisy you are a most spectacular woman.” He licked his lips as he walked towards the bed. “Your curves call to me, your soft pale skin begs to be reddened by my hand.” Once he was next to the bed he ran his hands along the length of her, starting at her toes and ending on her lips. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps behind them. “Are you scared?” He lifted her chin so her eyes met his again.
“Yes.” She shook under his touch.
“Good, you should be.” He continued to gently run his fingers across her. “I’m going to do things to you that you never imagined in your wildest dreams”
He pulled four satin straps from the wall behind her. “I’m going to tie you up now, both arms and both legs.” He ran the satin around her stomach and her breasts, her nipples poked erect as the straps brushed against them. “Before we go any further I need you to verbally tell me that you accept this and that you consent to what we are about to do. It is important for you to be comfortable before we continue.” She heard a faint click behind her head. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He waited patiently for her to respond.
She laid there looking around the room trying to fathom all of the possibilities. What exactly could he do, or would he do, if she said yes? Then another thought crossed her mind, what if she said no? The tremors that just a moment ago gently caused her to shake turned into full body goosebumps. Every inch of her told her this was dangerous and wrong and yet here she was unmoving. She could easily get up, walk out and swim back to shore if she really didn’t want to be there.
“Yes Xavier, I want whatever it is you desire from me.” She relaxed her body and mind and waited for his command. He kissed her, this time on the forehead and then the mouth, it was a soft kiss.
“Raise your arms over your head. I’ll be fastening you to the rings on the posts of the bed.” She did as he asked and he slipped the satin over her wrists and fastened them to the bed. They were tight, but not uncomfortable.
“Now spread your legs a little,” he touched the inside of her thighs and kissed both of them as she spread them apart. A brief shiver traced up her back as a gust of air blew across her wet pussy. He looped the satin around her ankles and attached them to the posts at the foot of the bed. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yes, I’m ok.” She smiled at him as he placed the blindfold over her eyes next. Her eyes fluttered underneath the blindfold as her world went completely dark.
She felt him move away from the bed. She trembled when he came back to her side and she arched her back when the ice cube circled her nipple. She moaned as he slid it across her chest to the other side.
Slowly he moved the melting cube down her tummy and left it to melt in her belly button as he moved further south. At first he only kissed her thighs and the outside lips of her pussy, but without warning he thrust his finger inside her. She convulsed around it with a gasping breath. He pulled back and she could feel him moving around her. He was right next to her face. She could smell her scent on him.
“You taste wonderful, I’m going to make you cum in my mouth.” A shiver ran through her.
“Xavier am I aloud to speak?” She said hesitantly, not knowing if she was violating some unspoken rule to his naughty games.
“Of course my dear. At any point this is too much or you are in too much pain please speak up.”
“Ok. Um also what should I be calling you? It seems like you must have a preferred title.” She felt him stiffen slightly and chuckle deep in his throat.
“Sir will be just fine. So you’ve done this before?” He inquired.
“Oh gosh no, I just, well, I’ve read some books.” She could feel her cheeks redden under what she assumed was an amused look from him.
“So tell me Daisy, what did you learn from these books?” He stepped away from the bed. She heard him take an item from the wall. She could only imagine what was coming next.
“Well, I expect that you will spank me at some point. Probably when I am being bad.” This time he laughed out loud.
“Yes there will be some spanking, but I cannot guarantee it will only be when you are bad.” Something hit the bed near her leg, she jumped as much as the restraints would allow. “Sometimes I will do it because it pleasures me and that will be the sole reason.” She felt his weight on the bed and suddenly he was on top of her. He straddled her and his cock pressed on her stomach. “And what next?”
“Um,” she was having trouble thinking. He felt so thick and throbbing against her. The weight of his cock coupled with its length scared her and aroused her at the same time.
“There will be things put inside of me that I would probably never normally allow.” She wiggled under him and tried hard to get him to shift, she wanted to feel him inside her.
“Oh yes, there will be things like butt plugs that I will insert inside you. You will enjoy it though.” He slapped the side of her breast with something hard and flat.
“OH!” She cried out.
“Did that hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” He positioned himself over her. He kneeled so that his dick was just in front of her face and only inches from her lips. “Then we can officially begin the training.”
He slapped her mouth with the head of his cock, she moaned in response. Her tongue darted out and tasted the pearl drop of precum on the tip. He pulled back and she huffed as her tongue tickled him.
“No Daisy. You will not engage me unless I allow it, I will tell you when you can touch me. Do you understand?” He slapped her mouth again. She held stone still. “Good girl.”
As soon as he pressed the head of his cock inside her puckered lips she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him with a deep moan. His hand tangled in her blonde curls as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her mouth. A deep grunt barreled out of his chest as he pushed the head of his cock towards her throat. Her eyes watered underneath the blindfold. She quickly sucked a deep breath through her nose as she tried to fight the urge to gag.
“You’re good at sucking dick Daisy, but I want that pussy now…” She could hear a small laugh as he drew his cock out of her mouth w
ith a loud POP that filled the boat’s cabin.
Daisy panted in anticipation. Only able to perceive what he was doing by sounds. She struggled a bit in the satin straps, reminding her that her freedom was completely taken. She was laid out, arms stretched above my head on either side of her. She was his slave, his captive. She was there for nothing more than to have him use her and fuck her. And she wanted nothing more than just that.
Finally the bed shifted from his weight. His smooth hand ran up her thigh. Her pussy begged for his touch while her legs quivered from the light traces of his fingers. She felt him shimmy towards her between her legs. He was closer to her now than ever before. Her hips rocked back and forth, desperately searching for his cock in the darkness.
In one swift movement he gripped both her thighs and pulled her closer to him. A sudden pain wracked my arms as they were forced in a full stretch above my head. Each strap dug into her wrists. She hissed through my teeth from the sudden discomfort.
“You want my cock?” He growled. His voice snapping her from her pain.
“I want you to fuck me.” Daisy’s breath was panting and labored with excitement.
That's when she felt it. His cock parted her pussy lips and slid up her cleft. All the way up until it brushed over her clit. A jolt of pleasure contorted her back as he slid his cock up and down her pussy. The bed creaked from her joyful movements. He took his cock away for a moment and wiped the mingled juices of his pre-cum and her pussy on her thigh.
“Fuck me,” she begged. Thrusting her hips as far down as she could reach, desperately wanting him inside her.
He wasted no time as he forced himself down her slit, gliding all the way down to her opening. In one slow motion he eased the head of his cock into her opening.
“Oh god that feels so good!” she moaned. Completely taken with pleasure.
Daisy stretched her body, trying to force his cock deeper inside her. But her arms were stretched as far as they could with the satin straps were taut. The wooden bed frame creaked in the dark air. All she could do was rock her hips up and down on the head of his dick, which felt amazing and sent chills up her spine. But she wanted all of him, she wanted him to fuck her like she was his tied up slave.
