“Is your boat going to be OK out there in the middle of the Hudson?”
“It’s a big boat, it can take care of itself. Besides, it’s not my boat.”
“Really?”
“Strictly speaking, no. A smart man said, ‘always rent if it flies… or floats.’” I caught his hesitation. I said,
“Flies, floats or fucks, wasn’t it?”
He smiled and said,
“I only apply it to machinery and vehicles.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, yes.” His grin was so mischievous it made me want to do something very wicked. He said, “The man who said that had an insatiable appetite for Japanese girls, to whom he was wildly generous and permanently unattached.”
“Are you not permanently unattached, then?”
“Not permanently, I hope.” Now I couldn’t tell whether he was playing or not. I knew that I was even more infuriated by his grin, but I couldn’t tell if it had actually grown any more infuriating, or whether the effort of not slapping him was just getting too much for me.
The pie had that perfect pastry base that dissolves on contact with warmth and moisture. The sweet pastry and sharp lemon was a heavenly balance with the crumbly cloud of meringue. Orsino watched me eat, his attention rapt. In spite of my earlier protest, the pie did make me feel a whole lot better.
A last triangular piece of pie sat among golden crumbs on the plate. He said, “You should finish it. It’s doing you good.” I wanted it, but I also wanted to show some restraint. To myself as much as to him.
“Really, I’ve had enough.”
“Mm. Enough is as good as a feast?”
“Sure.”
“But there’s nothing wrong with an occasional feast.” He picked the little triangle up with his fingers. His nostrils flared as he lifted it and inhaled. His eyes sparkled as he held the scrummy morsel towards me.
I tried not to lean forwards. I didn’t succeed. My lips parted and I leaned forwards. It was still just out of reach. He held it further forward, moved it between my lips. Into my mouth.
As the sweet pastry began to melt, his strong fingers gently traced my tingling lips. His tongue moistened his own lips as he watched me eat that sweet morsel. Our eyes stayed locked on each other’s as I felt his fingers, still on the plush pillow of my lower lip.
My heart pounded as he watched me, as the sweet meringue and tangy lemon flavor melted away in my wet mouth. When I swallowed, I tilted my head slightly, slid my lips over the top joints of his fingers, drew them into my mouth, licked and suckled them.
We stood. My body pressed against his, my hips ground into him as he slipped his fingers from my mouth, and his lips met mine. We kissed softly at first, then hungrily, wet and forcefully, and my ass suddenly stung and shook as he slapped it, hard.
I devoured his tongue and I melted into him in a shuddering torrent of longing. His fingers stroked my neck in a soft, fluttering caress as his other hand slapped me again and I whimpered and pressed my tongue onto his, pushing our mouths to a deeper seal. I pressed so tightly against him, and he was so strong. I dissolved.
The waiter appeared and we had to part. With impeccably pleasant manners, Orsino gave the waiter a warm smile as he said, “Would you kindly fuck off.”
And off he kindly fucked.
“Orsino,” I looked at him, with all the sobriety that I could muster, while my knees shook and the wet heat between my thighs was insistent. It didn’t seem like enough seriousness, but it was all that I had, “I’m just coming out of a relationship, and I’m really not ready for another one yet.”
“When you’re ready is the one time that good things never come along.”
“Are you a good thing, Orsino?”
“Good is one of the things that I can be, Goldie.”
“OK, are you the kind of a guy that will do anything to fuck a girl, until he’s had her, and then he doesn’t want to know her anymore?”
“Absolutely not. Why would you think that?” A frown spread across his brow.
“I don’t. I… I don’t know, I just want to check, Orsino. Because, if you were then that would be a real pisser and we should fast-forward.”
“We should fast forward to where you tell me what an ass I am and leave me watching your fabulous ass depart with your finger in the air?”
“Mm, maybe not quite that far.” He wanted to play, I could play, too. “Maybe just before that,” I bit my lip, “to the part where we fuck.”
His face creased into a dark scowl. The look he gave me was so pained, I couldn’t bear it. And I’d made such an idiot of myself. I blustered, feeling hopeless and humiliated,
“You don’t… What do you think… I mean,” I couldn’t stand it. “Oh, look, I have to go.”
I turned and made for the door, almost crashing into a table on the way. How could I have made such a horrible mess of something that could have been… what could it have been?
What could it ever have been with me around to trash it? Maybe I had screwed things up with Paulie in some way, maybe it was me and not him. Maybe… maybe I should get out of there and jump in the damn…
“WAIT”
I told myself, don’t stop. Keep going. Don’t allow yourself to be played and made a fool of. Not twice in two days. Go. GO! I stopped. I stood absolutely, obediently still and I waited for him. The world seemed to fall silent as I waited, frozen, rooted to the spot. I waited as the turmoil inside me swirled louder and every part of me clenched.
I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck, and as his dark, musty scent drifted into my nostrils, I quaked. My knees almost gave way, as his dark voice breathed into my ear, “Come with me.”
The launch waited, bobbing by the marina quayside. We stepped into the deck at the back, and I saw a big, dark silhouette in the wheelhouse. Orsino didn’t say a word, and we stood in the back as the boat took us out into the river to the huge yacht that brooded in the middle of the Hudson.
Orsino led me aboard the yacht and inside. We went down wide steps into the sunken levels of a dark lounge. He led me across a thick, brown carpet to the middle of the floor. He held me by my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I trembled.
“Goldie, I have a proposition for you.”
Whatever I might have expected him to say, that wasn’t it.
“Can you stand it if I show you something very shocking?”
I had sudden panic as I realized just how far away we were from the shore. Out on a boat, there was nobody to see or hear what might happen to you. Maybe I shouldn’t have come onto this boat.
Whatever might happen to me out here, just a few hundred feet from the shore, nobody would ever know.
He laid his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes again. “I have two brothers.” It was true, then. I was right about the triplets. “You have already seen them, I think.” I had no idea what he meant by that. He was crazy if he thought that I wouldn’t have noticed two more men who looked like him.
“Bruno came very close to you this morning in the park.” He could not be serious. He surely didn’t expect me to believe that ragged, homeless man was his brother. That was too ridiculous. “Are you ready to meet them again, Goldie?”
I didn’t know what to say. As I drew a breath I heard a sound and I turned, then I shrieked as I jolted back. I leapt into Orsino’s arms, my head turned and my eyes wide. From the far sides of the room, two huge golden-brown bears padded slowly towards us.
Their noses were lifted and they sniffed as they approached. I clung so tight to Orsino’s chest my fingers clutched and pulled on his soft shirt. My pulse thumped and I shouted, “Orsino!” as I shook against his hard trunk.
The bears came closer and I jumped against Orsino, making him hold me. My round, quivering ass felt small in his huge hand. My pants were hot and wet and I trembled all over. He held me tight as I clung to him. Then he looked in my eye.
His voice was firm and insistent. “Calm yourself now.” He set me on my
feet in front of him. The two bears paused just a couple of feet in front of me. My back felt the heat of his big body close behind me. If Orsino wanted to frighten me, he had hit his target.
Orsino’s thick, dark voice made my thighs vibrate. “Bruno,” he said, and the bear on my left lifted his big, golden snout. “Bernardo.” The bear to my right dipped his head. Their dark eyes shone the color of treacle. Their big, damp noses twitched.
Bruno’s mouth opened and I nearly wet myself. Why was Orsino doing this to me? Was he going to let the bears kill me and eat me? “Who’s been stepping on my yacht?” The booming voice came from Bruno.
The other bear, Bernardo, pushed his cold, wet nose to sniff my legs. I trembled as he sniffed slowly up the insides of my thighs. I pressed back against Orsino as the great bear’s nose poked inside my skirt. My body vibrated as the warm breath heated my crotch and the bear said, “Who’s been perfuming my cabin?”
I was hot and obscenely wet down there. The two bears stood a half a pace back. Their heavy heads lifted and they seemed to be smiling. Bears look so friendly. And they are so dangerous. Orsino’s hands held my shoulders.
From behind me he said, “Now that you’re all acquainted, let me leave you together for a moment.” And he left me. With two bears. He went through a door and was gone.
The bears had a strong, hot, feral scent, but with a sweetness all of its own. The room itself had a delicate fragrance, like sandalwood or incense. I breathed heavily, my heart pounded, but I remained as I had been told. Briefly I wondered about what I had let myself in for, but a kind of calm seeped through me.
Through the narrow, dark-tinted windows around the dimly lit room I saw the towers of Manhattan on one side, and the flat edifices of New Jersey on the other. If we were on land, it would be a three-minute walk away. Afloat, it was the other end of the universe.
The bears looked at me and, to my surprise, I found that I could look at them. I looked them in the eyes and they looked back.
Orsino returned with some things in his hand that looked like tassels or belts, and he put them on a table. Stood in front of me, he put his hands on my shoulders. I shook and I was fidgety. And I was uncomfortably hot.
“Your fear will heighten your sensations and arousal. Have faith and all will be well. Better than well.” He looked at me seriously. “We have a need, my family,” his hand swept to indicate the two great bears who relaxed on the carpet in front of me. “We need a woman.”
I shuddered. Fear, uncertainty, apprehension and, I can’t deny it, an outrageous charge of thrill shook me to my core. “We need a woman to be our mate. To breed with.” His eyes were serious as he watched me. Serious, but still adorable. And they reminded me very much of the eyes of the two bears. The bears who watched me just as closely as Orsino did.
He said, “Should I go on?”
I looked from Orsino to each of the bears. Their eyes all held the same look of eager anticipation. I couldn’t speak. I nodded, once.
“To breed we will need to give you our…” his lips were tight as he paused, “our porridge.” His lips pursed. “For the best chance of success, we will all need to give you porridge.”
I gulped.
His voice was very low, “Twice.”
My eyes and my mouth must have popped wide.
“The second expression is always the most fertile, and that is what we must give to impregnate you.”
He let me think about it for a moment. Really, I didn’t know what to think. I should leave, right now. I should run. Or swim. I should get as far away from this mad, gorgeous lunatic man and his bears.
“Will you agree?” His voice caught and his eyebrows arched together. The two bears shuffled on the carpet. I remained still. And I nodded, once. The bears snorted. Orsino’s face broke out a delicious smile.
“I shall need to prepare you.” I had a sense of what would come next from the straps and clips on the leatherwork he had fetched.
His hands stroked down my arms to take my hands. As his nostrils flared, I heard him draw breath in and he seemed to inhale the scent of my hair. He turned my palms upward and stroked the insides of my forearms.
Both bears watched intently. The tingles that played all over my body made me I shiver. My thick, heavy breath made my breasts heave, and my nipples were sore, rubbing as they swelled and tightened inside my bra.
He stroked my sides, my ribs and then, slowly, my breasts and I quivered from my knees to my chest. I could smell my own heat rising, as well as feeling it welling in my pant. All of my sensitive parts tingled and buzzed.
He was so near that I felt the heat of him through my dress. His firm, pulsing arousal was swelling, and I felt it against my stomach. His head bowed as he began to unbutton the front of my dress. I flinched, but he froze and looked swiftly up and into my eyes. Bruno snorted.
My eyes widened and I gave the tiniest nod. He continued. When he had my dress undone all the way down, hanging open, my arms wanted to fling themselves across my chest and my stomach, to cover myself. To protect me.
He seemed to sense it, as his damned grin stretched a little tighter. He paused for a moment while I gained control of myself. Gently, tenderly, he lifted my dress from my shoulders and pulled it down my arms and away, with a gesture more like he was removing an old dustsheet from a work of art, long lost from view.
Bernardo shuffled and pawed the carpet. His huge claws looked as though they could tear the rug to shreds in a single move. His dark brown eyes flickered all over my body.
Orsino stood back to survey the result. His eyes traveled up my legs, over my hips, across my quivering stomach and slowly up to my heaving breasts. Slowly then, his gaze slid up the length of my neck, and finally his deep brown eyes gleamed into mine.
A shock like a bolt of electricity shook me. His thumb and finger took a hold of my bottom lip, pulled it out, and he watched me as he squeezed it. He paced a wide circle around me, stalking and striding, like a large animal might, his eyes on me the whole time, burning with hunger.
As he prowled round me, I felt his eyes roam, peer and probe every part of me. Standing, shaking, in my shoes and underwear, I felt like both a specimen and a treasure. With no idea of what was to come, I felt completely in his control.
Two senses of abandon overcame me. All of attachments of my were lost and gone, and I was bare and revealed, free and open to whatever may come. His voice poured warm on his breath, like a dark syrup from behind me and into my ear.
“Move your legs apart a little.” As I did, I heard him pick something up from the table. The briefest swish announced the smarting thwack on my buttock, exactly where he had smacked me in the café. My eyes popped wide and I let out a squeak. He was close behind me. Bernardo moved nearer.
I felt Orsino’s breath on my neck, his hard chest against my shoulders and his cock, pressed against my clenching bottom. I was woozy. It was like that in the café, but this time was so much more powerful. I said, “I hate that, being smacked. But it’s intensely arousing. What’s going on?”
“AHA! Goldie, my fiery Italian beauty, you learn fast. We can progress rapidly.”
“Now I’m afraid.” I was joking, and I wasn’t. I was afraid, but it excited me and I wanted to go on. I was trusting him.
“Excellent.” Bruno came nearer and sat in front of me, watching attentively.
He spanked me again. I couldn’t see what he was using on me. Something hard and flat. And again. The sound, the sharp thwack, even that was becoming exciting to me. This was like some deep, dark door opening inside me. As he spanked me again and again, an intense pleasure spread like fire within me. I was gasping for breath. The petals of my sex buzzed and trembled, and I shook from my core.
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