Cabin Fever

by Rye Hart

  I let go of her hands and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She looked down at me with questions in her eyes, but she had the glow about her of somebody who'd just experienced an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. I loved seeing that look on a woman's face. That shit never got old.

  “Ride my cock, Josie,” I said. “I want you to fuck me. Tell me you want to fuck me.”

  “Yes, Gavin,” she said. “I want to ride your cock. I want to fuck you.”

  She spoke the words and I could tell she genuinely meant them, but as she sat up, she looked at me as if she was unsure of what to do. I grabbed hold of my dick and guided it back inside her. She settled her hips down, taking it into her, my prick sliding in easily thanks to her wetness and the lube.

  As she slid down my hard rod, taking me deep inside her, Josie groaned, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I grabbed onto her hips and started moving her back and forth, showing her how to grind herself into me. Her clit would be rubbing against me in that position, and I knew it would feel so fucking good for her. She fell forward, placing her hands on my chest for support. She gasped, and I felt her body shaking as I continued moving her, thrusting my cock upward into her at the same time. I kept my hands on her hips, moving her back and forth until she got the rhythm on her own.

  “There you go, good girl,” I said through clenched teeth. “Fuck me just like that, my pet.”

  Truth be told, that position did little to help stave off the orgasm building inside me. Especially when Josie's own hips started moving up and down, sliding herself along my thick pole. Her tits bounced as she moved, and she was picking up speed. Her breathing was growing heavy, ragged and out of control. And her movements began to stutter, her body losing control right along with her breathing.

  Now that my hands were free, I slipped one between us and found her sweet spot, circling her clit with my fingers as she rode my cock. She let out a surprised gasp followed by a groan of intense pleasure as her pussy tightened around me, making me cry out. I clenched my jaw and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the cum building up inside me. I wasn't ready yet. I wanted to hold off a little bit longer.

  “Fuck yes, Josie,” I said through gritted teeth. “That's it. There you go, baby.”

  She whimpered, and her movements became more erratic, more frantic. She looked at me with wild eyes, an expression of absolute bliss on her face.

  “Like that, my pet?” I said. “Is that the spot? Tell me you like that.”

  “Yes, Gavin,” she moaned. “I like that. Just like that. Oh fuck, yes.”

  She threw her head back, crying out as she started to grind down harder on me. She bounced up and down on my cock hard and fast. Her tits were bouncing, and I was fingering her clit while she fucked me. I felt her body trembling and that, in conjunction with her spasming little twat, milked the seed from me.

  I exploded inside her, my seed shooting into her, filling up her hot little pussy. Her eyes popped open wide and she stared down at me, a frantic look on her face. A look I knew well. A look that could only mean one thing: she was climaxing too.

  As I blew my load inside her, I held onto her hips, held her in place as she writhed wildly on top of me—her screams only adding fuel to the fire of my own orgasm as I felt my cock pulsing and throbbing while I unloaded inside her.

  As the waves of our orgasms slowly subsided, Josie collapsed on top of me, her bod still shaking. Her legs were quivering, and she didn't seem capable of speech. I pushed the hair from her face and stared into her eyes, “Was that good for you, baby?”

  “Y—y—yes,” she stuttered, her voice raspy. “Oh God, yes.”

  “Good,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Because you were fucking amazing for a virgin.”

  I moved her to the side, feeling the warm fluid rushing out of her. I covered her up. She murmured dreamily, completely exhausted and spent. I curled my body around her, kissing her until she was breathing softly as she fell asleep.

  As much as I loved being dominant and being the one in control, one thing always remained the same—you needed to treat your sub, your pet, with respect and care. Aftercare was as important as anything when it came to BDSM, and I needed to show Josie I appreciated her.

  Because if I had my way, this was only the beginning. She knew the basics now. We knew her tight, virginal little pussy could take my cock and the pounding I was going to give her.

  Chapter Seven

  Josie

  It felt like a dream. Totally surreal. But, when I woke up in a cozy, warm bed, my naked body was intertwined with Gavin's. I almost had to pinch myself to make sure it was real. His firm, toned body was curled around me, spooning me, and I felt his erection pressing against my ass. I glanced back at him, and saw that he was still sound asleep.

  As I lay there and took stock of myself, I realized that my body hurt in ways I didn't know were possible. My muscles were as sore as if I'd just spent eight hours working out. I felt raw and stretched—all of it a reminder of what had happened the night before.

  I was no longer a virgin. I'd gotten laid and it had been amazing. Sex with Gavin had been better than I thought it would be, especially for my first time. I had to admit, letting him take control, forcing me to be the submissive was sexy as hell. So was the dirty talk and everything else that went along with it.

  It was so outside my comfort zone, yet, mind-blowingly incredible. I knew we'd only scratched the surface and that we hadn't really gotten into the whole BDSM aspect of things—that still worried me a little bit. But, I was perfectly fine with giving over control of my body to him. He did such amazing and delicious things with it.

  I looked at him again, feeling the fire still burning between my thighs. I wanted more, but I knew my body needed to rest. I was tender and sore and should probably let myself heal up first. And besides, I didn't want to make things awkward. This was just about sex, nothing more. I gently slipped out of Gavin's embrace and placed my feet on the floor. I looked back again, to see that he was still fast asleep.

  Locating my dress and the rest of my clothes, I got dressed as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. With my dress back on, I carried my shoes and walked toward the elevator. I hoped it would be easy to get back down to where I belonged, that it didn't require a code or something to make it work. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I found that it was just a normal elevator. At least from this side of things. He'd punched in a code to get us to his suite, but thankfully, I didn't need one to get back to my own level.

  I pressed the down button, and was surprised that the elevator didn't make a peep. It opened up, silently, allowing me to step inside. Before the doors closed, though, I glanced back and caught a glimpse of Gavin sitting up in bed, he was stretching and rubbing eyes that were filled with sleep. He looked around, then saw me in the elevator just as the doors slid closed, obscuring my view of him.

  Before the doors closed, I saw that he’d started to say something, but I missed it. The elevator took me back down to the nightclub floor. When it opened up into the familiar scene, I found the place mostly abandoned. There were some staff members cleaning the place up, but otherwise, no one was around. A man looked up at me as I exited the elevator and gave me a knowing glance. The way he looked at me suddenly made me feel dirty and ashamed—something I hadn’t felt with Gavin the night before.

  I hurried out of the club, hoping that Gavin wouldn’t follow me. I couldn’t let him find me. Last night, I hadn’t been myself. I’d let Lila push me into doing something well outside my comfort zone and something totally out of the ordinary. It had been fun—it had been a lot of fun—but I knew that was all just fantasy. And it was time for me to get back to reality.

  In just a few short hours, we’d be back in San Diego and I’d have to get back to my regular life; back to school and to my mom. And to everything that went with each of those things. Gavin would get back to whatever life he led and would forget all about me.

  Given that
he worked on board the ship, it was possible that he wasn’t even local. San Diego may have just been a port of call for him. One stop on a longer journey back home. I knew that it we very likely weren’t ever going to see each other again, and I thought that maybe, that was for the best.

  I hurried out of the club and rushed through the corridors of the ship until I got to my room. Opening the door, I stepped inside and shrieked in shock and horror.

  “Oh my God!”

  I turned around as quickly as I could, but it was too late. The image was already burned into my retinas forever. Lila was bent over the arm of the sofa and he stood behind her, taking her from behind. He had a firm grip on her hair, yanking it hard, and Lila’s ass was bright red with handprints, and he was pounding his way deep inside her. I knew I’d never be able to un-hear the sound of their flesh slapping together as he fucked her.

  “Jesus, Josie,” Lila cried out. “I’m so sorry. I thought you’d be gone a bit longer.”

  I heard them shuffling around, grabbing their clothes, but I remained standing with my back to them, continuing to stare at the door.

  “Couldn’t you have done that in your room?” I muttered.

  “Like I said, I thought—”

  The guy interjected, “She could join us—”

  “No!” Lila and I shouted in unison, “Just, fuck no.”

  At least we agreed on that. We were close friends, but we weren’t that close. Sharing clothes and shoes was one thing. Sharing a man was a whole separate level of depravity I wasn’t even going to indulge in.

  After a few minutes, Lila muttered, “We’re decent. You can turn around now.”

  I was almost afraid to look. Part of me didn’t want to see the guy who had just been nailing my best friend on the couch, but I reluctantly turned around. The guy, unsurprisingly, wasn’t bad looking. He was attractive and fit, a stereotypical blond surfer type, which was exactly what Lila liked. He was good looking, but he was no Gavin.

  “Thanks, Jason,” Lila said, standing on her tip-toes and kissing him. “It’s been fun.”

  “Maybe we can get together after—”

  Lila cringed. “No, I don’t think so,” she said and laughed. “But like I said, it’s been fun. Have a good day now, stud.”

  She patted him on the ass as she nudged him toward the door. Once he was gone, I turned to my friend and shook my head, unable to suppress the horrified giggles that escaped my throat.

  “You had to bring him back here?” I asked. “And screw him in here, of all places?”

  “Well you were gone, and I figured I had the place to myself, so, you know, I thought I’d take advantage of it.”

  “Clearly,” I said and rolled my eyes.

  A mischievous grin spread across her face and her eyes started to twinkle.

  “So, speaking of taking advantage of things, how was last night?” she asked. “Since you stayed the night with him, I’m assuming you’re no longer a virgin.”

  “Lila!” I shouted, feeling my face flare with heat.

  I was mortified, but I was also giggling from both embarrassment and excitement. I covered my face with my hands, completely embarrassed, and that was all the answer Lila needed.

  “You did it! You finally did it! Halle-goddamn-lujah,” she screamed and started dancing around the room, taking my hands in hers, and forcing me to dance with her. “And you’re going to tell me all about it, right?”

  “Maybe,” I said, smiling so much it hurt. “But right now, I’d really just like to get something to eat. I’m famished.”

  “Of course you are,” Lila winked. “All that amazing sex works up quite the appetite.”

  “You would know, wouldn’t you?” I teased.

  “Hell yeah, I would,” she winked. “Let’s pack first, though, then we can grab some breakfast before we dock.”

  Chapter Eight

  Gavin

  I got dressed and wandered downstairs to the club, hoping maybe I could catch her before she left. But, when I got to the club floor and the elevator doors opened, all I found was the staff cleaning the place up from the mess the guests had left the night before.

  “Did you see the redhead just come out of the elevator?” I asked the bartender, Stan.

  “Hot little thing in a black dress? Yeah,” Stan said, scratching at the stubble on his face. “She ran out of here like a bat out of hell. Guess your touch with the ladies is slipping, huh?”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “You didn't see where she went, did you?”

  He shrugged. “Sorry, boss,” Stan said. “I didn't know she was with you.”

  I nodded. “Not your fault. Thanks.”

  Normally, when a girl snuck out like that, I'd just let her go. If she didn't want to spend time with me, fuck it. No skin off my nose. Josie was different, though. For so long, I'd been looking for the right sub. For someone who took my commands and enjoyed giving up control—every ounce of it. And Josie proved to be the kind of girl who enjoyed doing just that.

  Last night was tame compared to what else I had in mind for the innocent little girl-next-door. I wanted to really let her experience my world and my fantasies, help her create her own. But she was gone. And I had no idea how to find her.

  I left the empty nightclub and headed back upstairs to my suite. There was more to the suite than what Josie had seen the night before. The elevator that led to the bedroom went down to the nightclub, sure, but there was a main entrance as well. This was, after all, my home at sea. It had everything I needed, right there. Including an office where I did most of my work for my business.

  I had an office on land as well as a condo in San Diego, my main port of call. But, I seldom used the condo. I think I must have been a pirate in a past life because I much preferred life at sea. Sitting down at the desk in my office, I pulled my laptop to me and opened it. After getting it to boot up, I accessed the passenger manifests. While I didn't know any last names, I checked for anybody named Josie and was disappointed that there were no tickets booked by anybody going by that name. Not a single one. I sat back in my seat, wracking my brain as I ran a hand through my hair.

  Her friend. What was her friend's name? If I ran a search for her friend's name, I could very well narrow down my search. But, what was her name? I let out a long, frustrated breath. I'd been so caught up in Josie, that I hadn't really been paying attention to her friend.

  And then, as my frustration grew hotter, it came to me. Lila. Her friend's name was Lila. I punched in a few commands and scrolled through the names that popped up. A slow grin spread across my face when I found what I was looking for.

  “There you are, my pet,” I mumbled, pulling up their suite information. “Lila Ann Peters and Josephine Lynn Pierce. Josephine, huh? Even more girl-next-door than I thought.”

  I jotted down their room number, but I also took note—the billing address was for Lila. There was no information for Josie on file. I had to take what I could get, though, and work with it. I wrote down Lila's address and other details, just in case I wasn't able to track her down before we docked and all the passengers disembarked from the ship.

  I had to have her again.

  I would make her mine.

  The very thought of that blew my mind. It was so far outside the norm for me that I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It went against everything I stood for. But, I shut down my computer and headed out the front doors of my suite and into the sunshine of the morning. The doors led me to a private, closed off deck with a pool and jacuzzi. All things I would have loved to have experienced with Josie. If only we'd had more time together.

  Imagining all the ways I could dominate her made my cock stiffen up again. My balls ached, and I felt my cock throbbing, begging to be deep in that tight little pussy again. I was going to find her and when I did, I couldn't wait to turn my sweet little angel into a naughty little girl. Or rather, I would help her unleash the dirty little girl that was already inside her. I'd caught a glimpse of her last night
and knew that we'd only just scratched the surface.

  I wanted to dig down deeper. I was going to dig down deeper. It was a question of when, not if, in my mind.

  I left my private deck and walked out to the main deck, which was down a flight of stairs that were closed off, and toward the girl's suite. I kept a close eye on the clothing-optional pool, hoping I might catch them sunbathing again. Just like I had that first day. Not that I had a lot of hope of that, given how close we were to port.

  I wasn't surprised when I didn't see them, so, I walked inside and toward their suite.

  Standing before their suite door, I knocked loudly and waited. I strained my ears to listen, hoping to catch some sound, but I heard not a peep came from inside. I knocked again, louder this time. I waited a few moments and still, there was nothing. With only about an hour until we hit San Diego, I knew I was running out of time to find her. I bent down and slipped an envelope underneath the door. It was a note with my business card inside.

  I let out a frustrated breath, knowing they could be anywhere on this massive ship. And I knew that with each passing minute, my chances of finding her grew slimmer and slimmer.

  “Dammit,” I muttered to myself. “Goddammit.”

  Chapter Nine

  Josie

  Two months later

  “Lila, we need to talk,” I said into my phone as I exited the hospital and climbed into my car. “I'm coming over right now, so you better be there.”

  My heart raced as I disconnected the call. My mom's chemo treatments were done, and the cancer was in remission—for now, anyway. The chances of it coming back, though, were fairly high. We were looking at another surgery in the next coming months, which meant she'd need someone to stay home with her during the day.