The Lust Boat
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“I don’t know. I knew this ship was no place for someone like you, at least not on your own, so I appointed myself as your guide and guardian, I guess. Falling in love with you surprised me. I can’t say I’m sorry about it. I don’t want to lose you, Candace. I am sorry I wasn’t honest with you to begin with, but for years I’ve hidden from fortune-hunting women who would marry me in a heartbeat to get at my bank account, so the masquerade was, is, something I’m used to.”
“When were you planning on telling me, or were you going to? Were you just going to send me on my way in Miami? Goodbye, Candace, it’s been nice knowing you. Have a good life.”
“No. When I realized I had fallen in love with you, I knew I had to tell you the truth. I just hadn’t figured out how, or when, and the fire happened and, well, you know the rest.”
“What are your plans now? Are you going to continue to live on the ship?”
“Actually, Richard wants off too, but that’s his story to tell, so we’ve agreed to sell the ship. Early on, we had some good offers from some serious buyers. Our lawyers are contacting those people now to see if they’re still interested.”
“Good luck with that. I hope it works out for you.”
“Thanks. Me too. Now comes the part where I beg. I know I’ve been an ass, and I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again, but I love you. I want to see if we can make a life together away from this ship. I’m asking you to give me a chance, that’s all. I don’t want an answer right now. I want you to think about it. Tonight is the last night at sea, and the Bacchanal. I’ll be there. If you want to give this thing between us a chance, come to me there. If you don’t show, I won’t bother you again, I promise.”
Candace admired herself in the mirror. The black satin corset did wonders for her figure and made her skin look like warm cream. “What do I need the dress for? Isn’t this appropriate for a masquerade on the Lothario?”
“Trust me. Put the dress on,” Fallon said. She took the Regency-inspired marvel off its hanger and held it open for Candace to step into. “Look, Candace, don’t do this unless you’re sure. Meeting Ryan tonight is the same as making a commitment to him. You know that’s the way he’ll see it. There won’t be any halfway, any maybes with him. You either want him, or you don’t.”
“I want him. I’ve thought about it all day. He told me the truth this morning, and I understand now why he did what he did. That doesn’t make it right, but I do understand. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t give this a chance.”
“Okay. Let’s get you into this dress, so Ryan can take you out of it.” Candace stepped into the dress, and Fallon fastened the row of tiny buttons up the back. “Thank God someone invented the zipper. I don’t know how women did this before.”
Candace smoothed her hands down the giant skirt, marveling at the elaborate detail. “Are you sure I need all this? I’m not going to be the only person in costume on this ship, am I?
“No, not by a long shot. We get a lot of Lady Godiva’s, mermaids of course, and the occasional dominatrix. Most of the men come as themselves, horny bastards.”
“I won’t have any trouble recognizing that costume,” Candace laughed. “Seriously, Fallon, I think this is over the top.”
“It’s not.” She pushed Candace’s skirt out of the way and moved so she could see her face. “This is perfect, trust me. Now get yourself upstairs to Dionysus. I bet Ryan is fighting the women off with a sword.”
She wasn’t the only person in costume, thankfully. Seeing all the others in the hallways made her feel less conspicuous and bolstered her confidence. Her dress was one of the more elaborate costumes, but at least it covered her, which was more than could be said for many of the other costumes. Tonight was a night to role-play and everyone had gotten into the spirit. Candace opted for the stairs to ascend the two decks up to Dionysus instead of trying to cram her full skirt into the crowded elevator.
The closer she got to the bar, the more excited she became. Though the dress made her look sweet and innocent, she felt anything but. Her breasts ached for Ryan’s touch, and every time she thought about him working the buttons loose down the back of her dress, she felt a rush of liquid warmth between her legs. If her bloomers had a crotch, they would have been soaked by the time she reached the bar.
A group of costumed people rushed out of the bar as she approached. Candace stood back and let them pass, too consumed with her own longings and fantasies to be concerned about what the others were chattering about. When they were gone, she dried her sweaty palms on her skirt, and entered the bar.
Most of the patrons had left. A handful remained in the bar and most of them were in the middle of copulation, to one degree or another. Candace glanced at them as she scanned the room. Ryan stood at the end of the bar, all alone. He was dressed as the pirate she thought him to be when she first met him. He hadn’t shaved, and his hair hung loose to his shoulders. He wore a billowing white shirt; open at the neck, and tight fitting breeches that outlined his impressive package. His knee boots shone to perfection. He set his wine glass on the bar when she walked in.
Now the elaborate dress made sense. Fallon had known what costume Ryan would be wearing and had chosen hers to match. Ryan made no move toward her. He’d said she had to come to him, so she did. She crossed the room, one slow step at a time, watching his face change from relief to blatant lust. She stopped in front of him and without speaking; Ryan closed his arms around her, and covered her mouth with his. His lips were hard and demanding. Candace melted in his arms and answered his demands with surrender. Ryan scooped her up in his arms.
“Where are we going?” she asked as he carried her out of the room.
“I’m kidnapping you.”
“You are?”
“I am, wench. You won’t get away from me now.”
“Oooh! I like that.”
“Keep quiet, or I’ll throw you overboard.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Yes, I will.” Candace screamed as she flew through the air, landing with a thud in a pile of blankets in a lifeboat that had been lowered to the deck-rail. Ryan bounded over the rail into the boat and yelled to the crew on deck, “Take her down slow, mates.”
Candace hung on tight as the boat lurched and began to descend the side of the ship. A crowd on the illuminated Odyssey Deck cheered and waved as the boat descended to the dark water below. Ryan stood at the bow, watching the lines, ready to unhook them the minute the boat hit the water.
“Where are we going?”
“There,” Ryan pointed to a point in the distance. He fired up the engine and headed in the direction he pointed.
Candace stood. Twinkling lights in the distance indicated some sort of boat nearby. It wasn’t until they were closer that she made out the outline of a three masted sailing ship, the perfect getaway vehicle for a pirate. “Where did you find that?”
“It’s mine. She’s the Vixen. Isn’t she a beaut?”
“She is. I’ve never seen anything so lovely.” The wooden-hulled ship bobbed gracefully on the water, its lights sparkling like diamonds against the night sky.
“I hope you don’t mind. I thought it would be nice to have some time alone before we go back to the real world. You can call your family, or whoever, from the Vixen and let them know where you are. We’ll sail into Miami in a few days.”
Candace came up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist. She pressed her aching breasts against the warmth of his back and drank in his essence. His musky smell intoxicated her, and she laid her cheek against his shoulder. Ryan folded one hand over hers where they rested against his stomach. Candace sighed her contentment. “I should be mad as hell at you for kidnapping me, but I’m so excited about sailing on that ship, I can’t find it in me to be angry.”
“Is that all you’re excited about?”
“No.”
“Good, because I’m going to ravish you as soon as we’re on board, like any good pirate would.”
They pulled up alongside the Vixen and Ryan helped her climb the rope ladder to the deck. He stood behind her, issuing orders to the deckhands to return the lifeboat and set sail. Ryan grabbed one of the men on deck in a bear hug and exchanged a few words with him, his voice too low for her to hear. This was the real Ryan Callahan, confident, in charge, issuing orders that were obeyed quickly, and without question. Even without the costume, he would have looked the part of the pirate. Her pussy creamed at the sight of him. He belonged to her. A shiver ran down her spine, and she belonged to him.
“Don’t worry about it Bro. I’ll take care of it.” The other man shook hands with Ryan and clapped him on the back in a familiar manner before he joined the others in the tender.
“What was that all about?” she asked.
“Nothing you need worry about. Down below, wench.” His terse order sent a bolt of desire through her, driving out any curiosity she might have had. She didn’t dare question his authority to order her around, didn’t want to question it.
Candace moved to the stairs with Ryan close behind her. “That’s my cabin. In there.” She entered the cabin he indicated, admiring the luxurious period appointments. Ryan’s voice sparked a wicked flame. She needed him inside her, didn’t think she could wait much longer to feel his cock filling her. Ryan didn’t disappoint her.
“On the bed. Now.” Candace followed his terse orders, lying on her back in the middle of the built-in bed. “Pull your skirt up. I want to look at you.” Again, she complied. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. Candace spread her legs wide. The air felt cool on her wet, exposed cleft. “Hands above your head.” Candace raised her arms to the headboard. Her heart tripped as Ryan moved to the bed. He pulled the red satin sash from the waistband of his breeches and reached over her head. He tied her wrists together and secured them to the headboard.
“Now, wench, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.” His fingers made swift work of the button-front placket of his breeches. His erection sprang free. Candace spread her legs wider, welcoming him. Ryan climbed on the bed, fully clothed, and sank into her wet sheath in one swift, hard thrust. Candace gasped at the heated invasion of her body. He buried himself to the hilt. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you’re mine, wench.”
“I’m… yours…” she gasped between thrusts. “ Fuck me Ryan… Fuck me hard.” Her breasts bounced as Ryan did as she requested. Water lapped against the side of the ship, feet pounded on the deck above, fabric brushed against fabric. Ryan’s cock slid in and out, making wet sucking sounds. Raw guttural moans rumbled out of his chest as he strained against her. Candace pulled against her restraints. Her palms itched to touch him, to feel the muscles in his back, to wrap around the hard strength in his arms. In her need, she cradled Ryan between her thighs, bucking her hips to meet him, grinding her swollen clit against him as he rode her, driving her closer with each spearing thrust, to the release she craved.
“Come for me, wench. Feel me up inside you, fucking you. I’m…” he drove into her hard, “going…” he pulled out and drove back in, “to fuck you…” his cock touched her womb, “till you can’t tell… where you end… and I begin.”
Candace spiraled out of control as Ryan slid home on more time with enough force to send her head to the headboard.
She’d fallen in love with a pirate. Her head spun with the certainty.
Ryan’s cock swelled inside her and her vagina convulsed around him. She couldn’t get close enough to him. Where their bodies joined, they became one. Ryan thrust one more time, and hot semen flooded her channel. Candace welcomed his weight as he collapsed on top of her. Fabric whispered above her head and her hands fell free. She wrapped her arms around her pirate and squeezed.
“Thanks for kidnapping me.”
“I didn’t have much choice.”
“What do you mean?”
Ryan raised to his forearms. His eyes met hers in the soft golden light of the cabin’s lamps. “I mean, you have my heart. I couldn’t let you walk away with it. I had to kidnap you and either get mine back, or win yours to replace it.”
“Oh Ryan,” she whispered. “You all ready have my heart. I think you’ve had it since the first day we met.” His cock grew hard again and she tilted her hips in answer to his need.
“You have too many clothes on, wench.”
Candace smiled and clenched her pussy around his cock. “Do your worst, pirate.”
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