by T S McKinney
When I stepped back onto the outside balcony, he’d moved positions slightly so that he was now facing the door. His cock was thicker and harder than it’d been before I’d gone inside. His bottom lip fuller and his eyes darker. The little sneak had played with himself the few minutes it had taken me to dig out my ropes. Well, he was about to pay for that bit of rebellious naughtiness.
His eyes widened when he saw the length of rope in my hand. “Why would you bring rope with you…and what do you plan on doing with it?”
I stalked toward him. “I brought rope with me because clearly I’ll need it when dealing with you. Did you touch your cock while I was inside, angel? Nibble on that bottom lip while doing it, perhaps?” I knelt in front of him, grabbed both his ankles, and tugged his legs wide apart. He tried to close his knees to grant himself some privacy, but I pushed them back open. “Nope. Legs wide apart.” I looked up at him and held the rope up for him to see. “Does the rope scare you?”
He shrugged in a failed attempt at looking nonchalant. “The rope doesn’t scare me…or turn me on.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want you to be scared…or turned on,” I added sarcastically as I looked down at his hard cock. I wrapped the rope around his right ankle three times and looped it into a knot. “Put your foot up to where your knee is bent and your ankle is resting next to the arm rest of the lounge chair.” I helped maneuver him into the position I wanted and then looped the rope around the metal. “Now put your hand on the arm rest, angel.” He hesitated for a split second and then dropped his arm onto the metal. I quickly looped the green rope around his wrist, securing it to the metal, and on the third loop, I included his knee to ensure he kept his knees spread wide.
“Wow. You’re…uh…handy with a rope.” His eyes narrowed. “I don’t recall anyone saying anything about you joining the Navy, and I know they wouldn’t have let you into the Boy Scouts.”
“Maybe I’m a cowboy and I wrangle cows for a living,” I suggested as I made certain his ankle, wrist, and knee were all secured in a way that kept him immobile but wouldn’t hurt him in any way. “Do you know how some cowboys turn a bull into a steer?” When he didn’t answer, I kept talking. “They wrap incredibly tight bands around his ball sac until the balls eventually wither away and fall off.” I heard him gasp as I worked the rope under his leg and then wrapped a couple loops around his balls…loose enough to not hurt him but tight enough that he’d know the rope was there. Smiling up at him, I added, “That is, of course, not what I’m doing here…and I’m not a cowboy.”
“Shit, Eli, what the hell are you doing?”
He looked scared. “Do we need to stop?” Scaring him was the last thing I wanted.
“No, we don’t need to stop! I just need to know what in the hell you’re doing with my balls, man! I’m kinda partial to them. Oh, and keep your freaky stories to yourself. Wither away and fall off, my ass,” he grumbled.
Then, in a move that only made me love him more, he lifted the leg that I hadn’t secured yet, placed it against my chest, and pushed me back a few inches. “Now, tell me why you did that or I’m going to kick you hard enough to break your collarbone…sweetheart.”
“Hmmm, when you ask so nicely, how could I refuse you anything?” I mocked playfully. “The rope around your ball sac will prevent you from coming until I release you from my bindings and the thickness of the rope makes your beautiful cock stand up even more proudly.”
He glanced down at himself and retorted, “Well, I can’t argue with that. Proceed.”
Fuck, I couldn’t believe the difference a short twenty-four hours had made in our relationship.
In a few short moments, I had his left side secured exactly like his right, leaving him spread wide and exposed. A blush colored his cheeks, but his eyes dared me to say anything about it. I stepped back and admired my work. There wasn’t nearly enough rope painting his body, but this would do in a pinch.
“What? Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?”
“Maybe. You’re gorgeous this way.” I held up a finger and said, “Almost perfect. Give me a second.” I went back into the room, dug through another bag, and pulled out a vibrating butt plug with a large green jewel on the tip and some lube. Stepping back onto the balcony, I held up the plug and asked, “Are you okay with this?”
His blush deepened. “I’d prefer your cock, but I guess a toy will work.” He frowned. “What is that, anyway? What’s the green thing?”
I squirted some sanitizer onto my hands, scrubbed them, and then squeezed a generous amount of lube into my palm. As I walked toward him, I rubbed the lube onto the butt plug to ensure it was nice and slippery. “The green thing, as you call it, is a crystal—partly for decoration and partly for pleasure.” Kneeling down, I tapped the crystal he’d asked about. “Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy this will look when it’s deep inside you, nothing showing but that beautiful green jewel?”
“Uh…sure…I guess,” he stammered.
It wasn’t quite fear—maybe more like a sudden case of nerves. I put more lube onto my finger and caressed his tight pucker until it was slippery, and his breath was coming in short gasps. After the first few seconds, he’d thrown his head back and moaned. He was fucking beautiful.
Sexy.
Perfect.
Mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Now’s your chance to back out,” I told him.
His head leveled again to make it possible for him to meet my gaze. His eyes were dark with passion as he peeked up at me from heavy-lidded eyes. “Do I look or sound like I want you to stop? Stop treating me like a powder puff, Eli. I’m a man. Just because I don’t have a lot of experience doesn’t mean my passion isn’t as strong or all-consuming as yours can be.”
Chuckling, I answered, “Then relax, angel. Let’s have some fun.” Slowly, I pushed the plug deep inside of him.
Chapter Nine
Ari
Out of sheer will and determination, I kept my eyes locked with Eli’s as he slid the plug past my ring of muscles…and then kept going. The fullness was new, painful, and absolutely glorious—everything I’d imagined it would be. No, I’d never allowed myself to hope my first time would be with Eli, the man I’d always loved and would probably love until the day I died, but now that it had happened, I knew he had ruined me for any other man in the future. Five days. He was mine for five days. In five days, I’d go back to the loneliness that consumed me for the majority of my life.
But, the next five days belonged to me.
Maybe…just maybe I could persuade him that I was enough. Fuck, who was I trying to fool? Even I didn’t fall for that ridiculous lie. I would never be enough for someone like Eli.
“Hey, angel, where did you go?” Eli’s husky voice interrupted my pathetic thoughts. “I don’t like the look on your face. Do we need to stop? It’s okay if we do.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“No!” I practically roared. “I’m good. Very good. Better than good.” I smiled at him and wiped my insecurities away. If five days of fun was all I was going to get, I planned on enjoying Eli enough to last me a lifetime.
“You sure? It looked like you zoned out on me.”
I wiggled my ass, loving the way the plug moved inside me, and answered, “Nope. I’m right here. With you.” Hint. Hint. “I’m not sure how you and I on this balcony is going to prove or disprove my kink for exhibitionism. Sure the cameras are there, but they don’t really count since I can’t see anybody on the other side.” There…that sounded worldly.
He patted my ass then nudged the emerald tip of the plug, sending waves of excitement through my body. “Maybe I want to keep all this base for my eyes only.” His hand landed on my ass, aka base, in what sounded a lot like a slap and felt like a sweet sting. I shouldn’t like it. I’d preached about me not liking it…yet here I was, liking the shit out of it.
Suddenly, Eli stepped away from me, dragging my attention away from my new, questionable desire t
o dabble in spankings and all other things considered wickedly delightful. My eyes drifted up to look at him. Fuck, he was gorgeous…and his eyes were eating me alive. I’d never felt more desired in my entire life. Eli’s look and the feeling it gave me could be addictive.
“Where ya going, handsome?” I asked playfully in a fake southern voice.
He grinned. “I’m thinking about lunch, angel. Surely you’re hungry after our sex-a-thon?”
“Uh…yeah…got other things on my mind right now, though,” I answered. “Can we talk about food later?”
Rubbing his chiseled abs, he responded, “Nope. I’m hungry now. I ordered you some fruits and cheeses and me a steak.” He turned back toward the open doors that led back inside our room. “Wait. I think I hear them knocking now. I’ll be right back.” Tossing a grin over his shoulder, he added, “Don’t you go anywhere!”
I stared at his disappearing back for a few seconds as my mind worked to click all the slots into place. Oh, shit. He’d ordered food. Somebody was bringing food out here. I heard voices inside the cabin. Unable to stop myself, I glanced down to take a quick look at what type of picture of debauchery I presented. Hands and arms securely tied? Check. Legs spread wide? Check. Cock and balls on display for a stranger to see? Check.
Oh, shit. I could do this. Couldn’t I? Yes, I really could. I’d fantasized about doing this and now here it was.
Two men, one carrying a tray and one pushing a food cart, stepped out onto the balcony. Eli was right behind them, a wicked smile on his face. To their credit, the men didn’t look uncomfortable or nervous about me being bound to a lounge chair on my private balcony. Actually, they hardly looked at me at all, which made me wonder what kinds of things they saw on these cruises all the time. It was clear they were carefully following Eli’s instructions—giving him all the power.
He stepped around them and said, “Please put the platter on the table and bring the cart over to the lounge chair.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch reassuring and giving me courage. “Angel, this is Frederick,” he gestured to the hottie holding the platter. “Our other server is Tomas. Would you like to greet them?”
Greet them? I was doing my fucking best to not burst out giggling—I did that when I was nervous…and I was very damned nervous. “Sure, I guess so. Hey, guys.” I sounded like an idiot.
“Are you okay, angel?”
“Yes.” I really was okay. At least my cock was. It was harder than it had ever been in my life.
“Excellent. Gentlemen, please clean your hands with the sanitizer I gave you and then put these gloves on, please.”
Gloves? That gave me more than a twinge of worry. Exhibitionism was one thing—sharing Eli was another. Since I was a jealous bitch, I was certain sharing wouldn’t be my thing. At least not sharing my man. Why would Eli not discuss this with me first? What would he allow them to do to me? I felt my anxiety start to ramp up, but then Eli laid his hand by on my shoulder and it calmed. He wouldn’t allow them to do anything to me that I didn’t want.
When they had their thin white gloves on, Eli commanded, “Now display angel’s food so I can feed him. At no time whatsoever is your skin to touch his. Understood?”
“Of course, Sir,” they both answered quickly.
“Perfect. Wait—one more thing.” Eli stepped around them to stand between my spread legs. As he reached down, he said, “Oh, the green crystal does something else, angel.”
I felt him touch the crystal and the plug immediately began vibrating. If I hadn’t been so securely tied, I would have jumped off the chair. The feeling was both surprising and sensational. “Fuck!” I hissed as my hands flexed into fists.
“You like that, do you?” Eli asked. A grin spread across his face. “Just wait, it gets better. Slow and then fast. Soft and then hard. I’ll even move it a bit and let it hit your prostate.” He wiggled a finger in front of my face. “Don’t move so much that you knock your food off my new favorite platter though.”
What new favorite platter? What deviltry did he have in mind?
He nodded to Frederick and Tomas. “Go ahead. Carefully. No touches on his skin.”
They moved seductively slowly as they placed the pieces of fruit and cheese in different spots of my body—anywhere they could find a flat spot…which was mostly around my crotch area since Eli had my chair sitting up. By the time they’d finished, a mewling sound tumbled from my lips. Every nerve ending in my body, especially those round my cock and balls, were on edge and begging for touch. The plug, true to what Eli said, changed speeds and rotations, driving me insane. It would stay in one position long enough that I’d think my cock was about to explode with pleasure but then it would change cycles and I’d start all over again. As the small bites of food touched my skin, it felt like a gentle caress…a tease.
My cock leaked continuously, craving more of what was happening and begging for a touch or lick, arching away from my stomach. My balls, trapped within the ropes, were heavy and full to the point of pain—a really good pain. It was too much, but not quite enough. “Please, Eli,” I moaned, needing him to end my torment.
“Thank you, gentlemen. That will be enough,” Eli said and handed them what looked to be a huge tip. As they walked through the balcony doors and then let themselves out of our cabin, Eli stood over me, looking…lustful…craving. Hell, he looked as crazed as I felt. There was a fever in his eyes that made me burn even more than I already burned. I hadn’t thought that was possible.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
“Please, Eli,” I whimpered again. “I need you to touch me. I need to come. Now. Please let me come!”
He grinned. “I decide when you come, angel…and it’ll be after you eat your lunch. You need to learn some self-control. A little discipline.” He settled down beside me, picked up a morsel of cheese and held it to my lips. “Here, sweetheart. Bon appetit!”
****
Eli
Longest—and I have to say, one of the best—afternoons of my life.
Not that I didn’t get off on watching my sweet boy sweating it out until I finally gave in to his pleas and grumpy demands to release him. Dodging his fists and, I admit, laughing a little at his pouty mouth, I managed to pull him into my lap, wrestle the plug out and then let him ride my cock until we were both totally exhausted and sticky with cum, sweat and the food I’d eaten off his delectable skin.
I carried him into the shower then, helped him wash off and then dried his sweet body. I carried him to bed and curled up beside him, pretty tired out by this time myself, and we slept until the last rays of the sun setting over the ocean woke us up by shining directly into our eyes through the open balcony doors.
He rolled over on his side and glared at me. “I’m mad at you,” he said, and I raised one eyebrow.
“You said you liked the ropes.”
“I did.”
I tried hard not to show how happy that made me. He liked the ropes! Inside I felt like butterflies were dancing around everywhere, but I tried not to show my excitement.
“Okay then. And you’re not mad about the waiters? You know I’d never let them touch you, babe. I’d have tossed them both over the side before I let that happen.”
“I know,” he said, reaching out and twirling a piece of my chest hair around his finger. ”It’s not that.”
“Then what, babe? I want you to have fun on this cruise, you know.”
“I know…” he seemed to be deep in thought for a moment and then he finally sighed. “It’s what you said—about me needing to learn some self-control and some…” his mouth turned down and then puffed out into an adorable pout. “Some discipline. I hate that word.”
My heart gave a little lurch, but I tried to hide it as best I could. I’d thought I was making headway with him, but if he was so resistant to learning discipline, then where were we? It was the heart of a D/s relationship, which is what I’d dreamed about for us. My kink may have been totally different from Seth
and Baker’s, but I was a Dom, dammit. And Ari would make the perfect sub. He liked the ropes; he was an exhibitionist; he was absolutely delicious in every way—but if he didn’t want my control, that pretty much put an end to my dreams about having a life style anything like what I really enjoyed.
I’d give it up for him—in a heartbeat. I was that far gone into him. But would I regret it one day? Would a vanilla relationship be enough for me? Even with a side helping of ropes and a little exhibitionist kink? I’d hope it would be. But I just didn’t know.
“I’m not like Baker! I don’t like someone telling me what to do during sex. And certainly not outside the bedroom. I’ve had enough of that in my life! I don’t want anyone telling me what to do and how to do it!”
“I see.”
He put a hand under my chin and raised my face to his. “I loved everything else about today,” he said, his lips curving into a smile. It was the best birthday a guy ever had in every other respect. Just…I don’t like to be bossed around, you know?”
“No bossing. Okay…got it. You hate the idea of discipline.” I turned away from him before he could see the disappointment in my face and sat up on the side of the bed. “Well, I think I’ll go shave and clean up a bit before I get dressed for dinner.”
“Eli?” he said, as I stood up.
I turned to look down at him, and he reached for my hand, twining his fingers into mine. God, he was so beautiful.
