by Roz Lee
The rest of the dinner went without any surprises, and as Richard had indicated, the food was exceptional. She earned another spanking when Ryan took her hand and placed it on his crotch under the table. She moved it back and got a buzz for her impertinence, so she replaced her hand. He was hard again, or maybe he’d never lost his erection, she didn’t know which.
When the meal was cleared, their waiter returned to take their dessert orders. Candace eyed the chocolate mousse cake, sure it would be as delectable as the rest of the meal. Ryan had other ideas.
“We’ll have dessert in your cabin,” he commanded and pulled her chair out, so she had no choice but to leave with him. “I’m sure I have a lollipop for you.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist, bid their tablemates a curt goodnight, and pulled her out of the restaurant. Her heart raced as she struggled to keep up with Ryan’s long, hurried strides. He’d promised a spanking when he put her to bed. Did he mean now? It was early still. How long could a spanking take?
“It’s too early to put you to bed, so we’re going to Pan’s again. I need a drink. You are not to look at another man’s cock.” He pulled her to a stop. His free hand closed around her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you understand me? Do you know what will happen to you if you look at another man’s cock?”
“Yes. I understand. I won’t look. I promise.” How to accomplish that in Pan’s Lounge was something she couldn’t fathom, but she’d have to try, or risk a beating instead of a spanking. Not that she believed Ryan would hurt her. In fact, she knew he wouldn’t. This whole thing was nothing more than role-playing, she was sure of it.
As they neared the bar, Ryan squeezed her wrist and hissed, “Keep your eyes down. Don’t make me have to punish you more.”
Candace cast her eyes down and allowed Ryan to steer her to a small alcove with a cozy curved bench seat, big enough for two. Ryan ordered for them, a Margarita for him, and a soda for her. The drinks arrived and Ryan slid lower on the bench. “Touch me. I want to see your hand on me.”
She covered his erection with her hand and squeezed him through his trousers. “Not like that. Unzip me.” Her pussy buzzed. “I said, I want to see your hand on me. Take it out where I can see.” Candace did as he requested, baring his hard-on in the privacy created by their table. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and kept it there. It felt so wonderful, hard as steel, yet warm and silky smooth. “Jack me.” When she jerked her hand up and down, he buzzed her again. “Slow. I don’t want to come.”
Candace slowed the pace. Ryan must have been satisfied, her pussy remained calm. Between the buzzing, the dread and the uncertainty, and the anticipation, as well as having his cock in her hand, she was so wet she was afraid her juices would be running down her legs before she got to her room.
“I can smell you. You want to be fucked, don’t you? You are a naughty girl. I think we should go to your room now. I’ll give you the lollipop I promised you, and I want to watch you make yourself come. After that, I’m going to give you the spanking I promised you.” He finished his drink and set the glass on the table next to Candace’s untouched soda. “Put my cock away now.” She did. “Keep your eyes down. There are a lot of cocks out tonight.”
They were well away when Ryan spoke. “You behaved yourself in there. You deserve a reward.” He led her to her room and she let them in with her keycard. It was the first time Ryan had been inside her room. He turned the deadbolt, sealing out the rest of the world. A shiver raced down her spine. Had she made a mistake?
Ryan stepped around her and pulled the small desk chair to the middle of the room. “Get on your knees on the chair and lean forward over the back.”
Candace moved into the position he’d indicated and waited. Ryan walked a slow circle around her. He groped her breasts, stroked his hand down her back. When he stopped behind her, Candace sucked in a breath, anticipating the spanking he’d promised. Instead, Ryan flipped her skirt over her back. Cool air against her heated skin caused goose bumps to rise on her legs and buttocks. Ryan peeled away the white cotton panties that had come with the outfit, to reveal her ass.
She gripped the chair back with white knuckles and dropped her forehead to rest on top of her hands. If he was going to spank her, she wanted to get it over with. The suspense and anticipation had done the job. Her pussy dripped with arousal. If he didn’t touch her soon she’d spontaneously combust.
“You’re wet.” Ryan drew a finger through the hot dew between her legs. She shivered at his touch. “I bet I could make you come with just a touch, but I won’t. I want to watch you make yourself come, but first I promised you another lollipop.” He moved to stand in front of her and loosened his belt, dragging it with maddening slowness through the belt loops. Would he spank her with his belt?
“Turn your face up.” Candace did as instructed and Ryan unfastened his slacks and spread his legs, so the soft wool fabric held at his thighs. He took himself in one hand and with the other, held her head as he guided himself to her mouth. “Open for me Candace. It’s not chocolate mousse cake, but you like it, don’t you?” Candace opened her mouth and Ryan filled it with his cock. “Suck it. After dessert you can have an orgasm.”
She did like it, maybe too much. She wrapped her hands on the chair back. Ryan held her head and rocked back and forth, shoving his big cock deep with each thrust. Candace massaged him with her tongue and hummed as he rocked against the back of her throat. In a few minutes he drove in hard and yelled out, “Fuck it, Candace, you’re killing me!” He spilled his seed down her throat. She swallowed, running her tongue around him to get all she could.
Ryan pulled out of her mouth and tucked himself back into his slacks. “You are a wicked little girl, aren’t you?” Candace thought it a rhetorical question and didn’t answer. Her pussy buzzed.
“Yes. I’m a wicked little girl.”
“Do you want me to spank you?”
“Yes. Please. I’ve been bad. I should be punished.”
“Yes, you should.” SMACK! Ryan’s hand contacted with her left butt cheek and she cried out, more from the shock than the pain. He hadn’t hit her that hard.
SMACK! He landed another one on the other side.
“Ah, yes. Turn your head so you can see.” He swung the bathroom door out so she could see her ass in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. “See my handprint on your ass?” He placed his hand over one of the angry red marks. “My mark means you’re mine. All mine.”
He smacked her two more times. Candace bit her lower lip at the slight pain. “On the bed, woman. I want to watch you make yourself come, and then I’ll finish your punishment.”
Candace slipped off the chair and climbed on her hands and knees across the bed so she lay in the middle, propped against the mound of pillows piled on top. She kicked off the restricting panties and flipped her skirt up to her waist. Ryan turned the chair around and straddled it so he had a front row view. Embarrassment heated her skin. The only time she’d ever come with the lights on had been at Ryan’s hands, or more precisely, his mouth. She wasn’t at all sure she could do it now, but she was wound so tight she thought she might die if she didn’t come soon.
She touched herself, letting her fingers slide through the heated, swollen folds that were slick with her own juices. In the back of her mind, she was aware of the tiny vibrator still inside her, but it didn’t matter. Her fingers found her hard throbbing clit. She pressed down and rotated her flattened fingers. It didn’t take long. Orgasm coiled within, threatening to erupt throughout her body. Candace gasped for breath and arched her hips, as her body, inside and out, reached for the summit.
A tiny vibration deep inside her sent her body spiraling out of control. Her scream echoed off the mirrored ceiling and paneled walls, as her body shuttered and spasmed around the vibrating invader.
Ryan grabbed her ankles and slid her down to lie flat on the bed, and in one smooth movement, flipped her over to her stomach. His hand came down on her ass, once,
twice, she lost count. Her pussy vibrated again and another orgasm, harder and longer, eclipsed the first one. Candace fisted her hands in the comforter and wept. A warm body slid up along hers and pulled her into its safe, warm embrace. Ryan.
Candace woke to a dark room. Ryan lay spooned behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. His heart beat a steady rhythm against her back and his warm breath whispered along her neck. Sometime after her two earth-shattering orgasms, Ryan had removed her clothes, as well as his, and tucked them both into bed. His cock pressed against her ass, semi-erect even in slumber.
She thought back on the last few days. Ryan had asked her for nothing for himself. At every turn, he’d had her pleasure in mind, even, she realized, during the humiliating role-playing. Sure, he’d received several blowjobs, good ones if his reaction could be believed, but even in those, Candace sensed he’d done it for her benefit. Though he had commanded the last two, she had been the one in control, the one with the power. She’d been the one to decide how long to make him suffer before allowing his release.
How had Ryan known she desperately needed to command his body? How had he known the short, harmless role-playing, the submissiveness, would excite her to the point of mindless pleasure? How had he known the power she’d feel watching his face as she brought herself pleasure? She had no doubt Ryan orchestrated the plan to build her self-esteem, to make her see how powerful her sexuality was.
Well, now she knew, and she wanted to do something for Ryan. Blowjobs were one thing, but she doubted they were anywhere near as satisfying as the real thing. She lay there thinking about her situation. A few days ago, she didn’t ever want another relationship, and here she was, totally in love, and Ryan’s pleasure meant more to her than her own. Ryan had said he loved her. Was that why he’d gone to such lengths for her, because her pleasure meant more to him than his own? What would it be like to make love with him? Would this need on both their parts, to give rather than receive pleasure, make for incredible sex?
She closed her eyes again and snuggled close to Ryan’s heat. She’d have to plan carefully in order to turn the tables on Ryan and make sure his pleasure came before hers this time.
Candace closed her eyes and let sleep claim her. Tomorrow would be time enough to formulate a plan.
Chapter Eight
Ryan kissed her awake, smoothing his big hands along her body, wakening every nerve ending as he went. Candace hummed and rolled to her back, inviting his touch.
“I have to go,” he whispered against her breast as he nuzzled the underside. Candace arched her back.
“I wish I could stay here all day, but I promised Richard I’d look at some papers for him this morning. Will you be all right on your own for a while?”
She bracketed his head with her hands and tried to move him to her breast again, but she wasn’t strong enough to budge him. “Yes. I think I can manage on my own for a while.” She had no doubt she would find a class to take, or something. She had Ryan’s seduction to plan, too. A few hours on her own would come in handy in that regard.
“Good.” Ryan slipped out of the bed and wrapped a towel around his waist and, she noticed, his impressive morning erection. “How about lunch? I should be through by then.”
“Take your time.” She glanced at the bedside clock. It was almost nine already and she needed a nice long shower and breakfast. That didn’t leave much time. “How about a late lunch? Around two?”
Ryan gathered up his scattered clothes and leaned over to take her lips in a searing kiss. “Two o’clock. I’ll meet you at Zeus’s Temple?”
“I’ll be there.” Ryan paused at the door and looked back at her. Candace cupped her breasts in her hands and flicked her thumbs across her nipples. Ryan cursed and let himself out.
He dropped the towel as he walked through his own door. Damn. He’d hated to leave Candace this morning, but if he’d stayed he would have taken her, and that would have been selfish. She wasn’t ready yet. So far he’d done a pretty good job of showing her how wrong her bastard fiancé had been, and he felt sure she wouldn’t deny him if he pressed her, but he didn’t want gratitude sex. He wanted to make love to her, with her. He wanted her body freely given, an equal partner.
“Whoa there! Cover that thing up will ‘ya.” Richard greeted him.
Ryan made no effort to cover himself. “Fuck you.” He crossed the room to his bedroom. Richard followed him.
“No thanks. You’re grumpy this morning. Still not getting any?”
“I’m getting plenty. Still celibate…Monk?”
“Touché. I shouldn’t have confided in you. I knew you’d use it against me. Geez, would you put something on?”
“I’m going to shower first. What did you do with your little pet, kitten, was it?”
“Kitten, and I fed her warm milk and found her a new home.”
“I got the impression last night she would roll over and let you scratch her belly if you asked nice.”
“She would have, and she practically did. I wasn’t interested.”
Ryan headed for the shower. “Go find me something for breakfast and about a gallon of coffee. I’ll go over the paperwork with you after my shower.”
“Why are you still here?” he asked Richard a few minutes later. “And get your feet off my desk.” Ryan helped himself from the room service cart, loaded with breakfast items. He ate at his desk for a few minutes before he asked again. “So why are you still here?”
“I think we should sell the ship.”
Ryan chewed and swallowed as if his best friend had said something as mundane as “I think we should change to decaf,” instead of uttering a life-changing suggestion. He stuffed a whole slice of bacon in his mouth and washed it down with half a cup of coffee before he leaned back in his chair and acknowledged the comment.
“Why?”
“Because neither one of us is happy. Because you’re going to settle down and play house with Candace. Because I want off this floating den of iniquity.”
“Why?”
“Is that the only fucking word you know? What do you mean, why? I told you why. I want off. I want out. I want a life.”
Ryan studied his friend. Something else was going on, something much more serious than Richard was saying. “You’re in love, aren’t you?” Richard whipped his gaze to Ryan and averted it just as quick. “That’s it, isn’t it? Who is it?” Richard remained quiet.
“It would have to be someone on board because you don’t have a life off the ship.” He set his coffee on the desk and narrowed his eyes at Richard. “It’s a female, that’s a given.”
“It’s nobody. Mind your own damned business.”
Ryan continued as if Richard hadn’t spoken. “She isn’t one of the brainless types. You never could abide a witless woman, the reason your date last night went home with someone else. That leaves a handful.” He braced his elbows on the chair arms and steepled his fingers under his chin. “Let’s see… who’s left.”
“Nobody. That’s why I want off, so I can meet someone.”
“No. You’ve already met someone and I know who it is. Fallon.” He smiled at the angry glare he received. “You’re in love with Fallon.”
“If you say a word to anyone, I’ll drug you and throw you overboard in the dead of night.”
“Does she know?”
“No.”
“Is she in love with you?”
“I don’t know. I think so, but she won’t have anything to do with anyone on the ship. It might compromise the integrity of her research.” His tone mocked the seriousness of his statement.
“Now I see. If you aren’t associated with the ship, you might have a chance with her.”
“Dammit Ryan, mind your own business.”
“This ship is my business, and yours, too.” He let that statement sink in. “We could contact Hefner and Flint. They made generous offers a few months after we launched. They might still be interested.” Richard relaxed his shoulders an
d the anger on his face dissipated. “There was that Texan. The oil guy. Remember him? He was interested.”
“You would sell?”
“I think it’s time. What do you think we should ask for it?”
Richard named a staggering sum.
“What would we do with that kind of money? We don’t need it.”
“Buy our own third world country with part of it and use the rest to bring it into the twenty-first century?”
“At least you still have your sense of humor.” Ryan got up and refilled his coffee cup. “I’ll contact the lawyers. They can approach Hefner and Flint and see if there’s still any interest, and we’ll go from there. How’s that?”
“I can live with it.”
“So can I. Now get out of here, so I can clear my desk. Tell Fallon and see what she says.”
“I might. When are you going to tell Candace who you are?”
“I don’t know. Maybe never. She hasn’t said anything about her feelings for me, and if she doesn’t have any, there isn’t any point in telling her.”
“And if she does?”
“I’ll figure out something.”
“The staff is discreet, but anyone could slip up and say something that would give it away.”
“I’m aware of that. Thank you for pointing out that my boat has a leak, and I might sink anytime now.”
“You’re welcome. What are friends for?”
The dance instructor demonstrated what she wanted the class to do. Candace tried to make her body move in the same sensuous and provocative way, but try as she may, it just wasn’t happening. How could she seduce Ryan if she looked like a cow trying to put on pantyhose?
When the class concluded, Candace headed back to her cabin to come up with another plan. Fallon was waiting for the elevators when she arrived and the instructor instantly recognized her.
“How’s it going with Ryan?” Fallon asked.
Candace blushed. She wasn’t used to sharing confidences with other women, but Fallon knew more about her than her gynecologist did, she reasoned. “Fine. Except I want to seduce him and I don’t know how. I just left the erotic dance class. I’m afraid I don’t have the coordination to try half of what the instructor showed us.”
