Authors: Jan Bowles
“Good, in that case you’re forgiven.” He lifted her upright, her panties still at her knees. He stared into her eyes. “Do you understand why I’m angry, Mia?” He pulled her panties back up.
She nodded. “Yes, Trent. I know now I should have trusted you. It’s just the money I owe you makes me feel so insecure. I haven’t a job, and I’ve no way of paying you back.”
“Okay, baby, I understand. I’ll try and get you set up when we get back to New York. Would that make you feel better?” She nodded. He stroked a hand into her hair. “I realize you don’t like being a kept woman, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being angry.”
“I know, I deserved the spanking. Can we go back to the way we were?”
Without answering he took hold of her hand and guided her further into the cabin. After navigating a small set of stairs, he led her into the bow of the vessel and what she guessed was the master bedroom. A large circular bed dripping with luxurious silk and satin dominated the surprisingly large space. It all looked so opulent, and Mia gasped in astonishment.
He began to roughly remove her clothes. Several buttons pinged and popped as he ripped them from her trembling body. When she looked into his amber eyes, they glowed with anger. Like the flames of a fire, they consumed her, burning her very soul with their intensity. When she was finally naked, he spoke, “That’s better. Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stop coming. Understand?”
He went over to a drawer and withdrew two silk scarves. She could feel her pulse rate accelerate as he first tied one around her eyes and then bound her wrists together in front of her with the other. Unable to see, he maneuvered her over to the bed. “Now lie here. I’m still pissed with you.”
Mia did as he ordered, her heart beating into overdrive. The tactile feel of the satin sheets caressed her back. They rubbed deliciously against her skin, soothing her inflamed butt. She felt him follow her onto the bed and then raise her arms over her head, tying them securely and a little roughly to the bedstead. Unable to see him, she didn’t know what to expect next. She knew her pussy was wet. Would he take her now and fuck her senseless?
Seconds passed until she heard him breathe out heavily. “No, not like this,” he murmured eventually.
The bed creaked as he moved away.
“Trent.”
“I’m still angry, Mia. Just wait here and think about what’s happened. When I’ve calmed down, I’ll be back.”
“Trent, don’t leave me here.”
“You’ll be all right. It will focus your mind. I suspect after this, you won’t act so stupidly again.”
“No, I won’t. Trent.” When he didn’t answer, she called again. “Trent.” She tried to move, but her restraints held her fast. “Don’t leave me here. Trent, I love you, please.” His footsteps echoed on the gantry outside, and then there was nothing but the sound of the gently lapping waves on the hull of the yacht. The soft undulations of the ocean current soothed her frayed nerves. Now there was plenty of time to think about how foolish she had been and how she may have lost her one true love.
Chapter Sixteen
At first Trent had been so angry, he’d just kept walking. The night had drawn in, and the lights twinkled brightly in the hills above Castries. He couldn’t comprehend how she could think he would stoop so low.
It was only when he reached the outskirts of the town that her words slowly sunk in.
“Trent, I love you.”
He stopped dead in his tracks. Didn’t he love her, too? Hadn’t he loved her since the very first night she’d dazzled him with her personality and enthusiasm? The image of Mia in the red Bellini made his cock harden. All that had happened was she’d misunderstood a conversation he’d had with a friend. Mia had thought he’d bought her for his bed and was about to get rid of her. Without him knowing, the money had come between them. A few thousand dollars meant nothing to him, but in her world, it was a huge amount of money. He shook his head. When you loved someone, all the misunderstandings didn’t really mean anything. They were unimportant. All that mattered was the love they shared together.
He turned around and began making his way back to
The Hussy
. Once onboard, he entered the master suite. He flicked a switch, bathing the room in subdued light. Just like a sleeping beauty, Mia lay naked in the center of the bed. Her arms were still tied above her head and the silk scarf covering her eyes only heightened his arousal. Now the anger had dissipated. He could shape her to his will with total control.
She stirred as he entered the cabin. “Trent,” she whispered.
“Yes, baby, I’m here.” He began shedding his clothes.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. I love you.”
“I know, baby. It’s all behind us now.”
“You’re not angry with me anymore?”
“No, I’m not angry.” He cast the last of his clothes aside, and leaned over her on the bed. He kissed her lips. “I love you, too, princess.”
“You do?” Her voice sounded unsure of his words, so he said it again.
“I’ve loved you since the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” He stroked a hand over her breast, teasing the nipple with his finger and thumb, and she arched toward him. “Now you’re going to do exactly what I say.”
“Yes, Trent. Anything you want.”
He smiled. His gaze devoured her naked form. He could see her breathing was rapid. He stood and opened the bedside drawer. He removed several items and placed them close at hand.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Mia?” A sense of satisfaction tore through him as she writhed on the bed.
“Don’t tease me, Trent.”
“Do you want to feel my hard cock pounding inside you until you can’t stop coming?”
“Oh, yes…” Her words trailed away as her whole body undulated with pleasure. Mia had always been responsive to him, even more so tonight. Leaving her tied up for the last hour had been a masterstroke.
Her hips lifted as he returned to the bed. “I claim this breast as mine.” He circled the areola with his tongue and sucked the burgeoning nub into his mouth. “Whose breast is this?”
“Yours…Trent.” Her lips parted as he moved to the other breast and did the same again.
“This is mine, too.”
Sweet whimpers spilled from her lips as he trailed kisses down her stomach. Her skin felt soft as it rose and fell against his lips. Her heart rate soared as he reached her pussy. He spread her legs apart, feasting his gaze on her glistening arousal. Her sexual moans spurred him on, and he dipped his head, savoring the very essence of her with his tongue. “You belong to me, sweet, little, Mia, every last wonderful inch of you. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Trent.”
“Now turn over onto your stomach.”
She complied, her restraints twisting as she turned. The softness of the mattress accentuated her feminine curves, and he leaned over, kissing her shoulders and back. Each brush of his lips elicited a moan of excitement from her. He moved her long blonde hair aside and caressed her neck, biting the delicate flesh. “I claim your beautiful, flawless back as mine, too.”
Slowly he moved lower, tasting and teasing her with his tongue. When he came to the soft mounds of her butt, he bit each cheek in turn. “This butt is mine, all mine.” Using the lube he’d taken from the drawer, he fingered her cute little asshole, and she bucked with the contact. He knew she wanted to squirm away. “Whose butt is this, Mia?” He slipped his finger forward to her pussy and gathered the moisture there, bringing it back to rub against her anus.
“Oh, God, Trent.” She gasped, burying her face into the mattress. He knew she was fighting the impulse to pull away, but he also realized because of their recent argument, she wouldn’t dare disobey him. His cock turned to hardened steel at the very thought of controlling her.
“Say it, Mia. I love it when your accent becomes more pronounced. Say it in Swedish.”
“
Min rumpa tillhör dig
.” Her words came in a breathy rush. “My butt belongs to you.”
“You say it so sexily, and now I mean to claim it truly as mine.” He reached forward and picked up the lube again. He spread some onto his fingers. “This might be a little cold.”
When he touched her puckered hole, she clenched her butt cheeks together.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.” Her sensual Swedish accent turned him on even more.
“Relax, Mia, or I may have to discipline you again.” No sooner had he spoken the words than she relaxed her butt. “Good, girl, I’ll make sure I don’t hurt you.”
He began working his fingers into her anus, stretching the sphincter until she was sufficiently relaxed. Using a baby wipe, he wiped his hands and then proceeded to roll a condom down his shaft. Once he’d fucked her ass, he’d discard the condom and then fuck her juicy, plump pussy. “You ready for me, princess?”
A small moan escaped her lips. “Yes.” He knew she was worried.
“I’ll be extra careful, baby. Now raise yourself to your knees.”
Her peachy butt rose in front of him. “I claim your virgin ass as mine,” he said as he slid his cock deep inside her. She whimpered from the invasion, and he waited while she adjusted to the feeling.
“You belong to me now. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Trent. Always.”
Using every ounce of his self-control, he slowly withdrew and then pumped back inside her ass. She was so deliciously tight he knew he wouldn’t be able to go on forever. He grasped her hip with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other, dipping his finger into her moist channel over and over until she whimpered out loud. Her muffled cries turned him on, and when her whole body shook with her orgasm, he savored every single moment, feeling every pulse of her climax around his shaft as she soaked up the pleasure he gave her.
* * * *
He loved her. Trent actually loved her. It was all Mia could think about as he’d taken her ass. With her breathing beginning to return to normal, Trent withdrew his length from her rump. Her butt burned slightly as he tenderly soothed the flesh with a moist tissue. The act felt so loving, and she purred her appreciation.
“Mmm, thank you.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head. “No.” The silk blindfold around her eyes had come loose, and it finally fell off completely.
“I want the rest of these off, too.” Trent leaned over her and freed the silk scarf from around her wrists. As she began to move away, he grabbed her hips. “Not so fast.”
His erection pressed against her pussy, and she gasped from the exquisite sensation. Slowly, he slid inside her. With Trent kneeling behind her, she arched, and he cupped her breasts, drawing her back against his torso so she sat upright on his lap. The position meant his cock filled her pussy completely, touching every sensitized nerve with intense pleasure. He wrapped an arm possessively around her, and nuzzled her neck. The stubble on his jaw rubbed against her flesh.
“You feel so good, Mia.”
“You, too.” She loved everything about him. The way he made her feel, so safe and so very protected. Mia clasped her hands around his as he hugged her to him, smoothing her fingers over his skin. When she glanced down, his arms were tanned and dark against her pale flesh, and she could feel the masculine hair rasp to her touch.
Every stroke of his body as he impaled her with his cock brought a pleasure she had never thought possible. Feeling his huge prick slide repeatedly inside her made her pussy clamp hard around his shaft. A tight coil of desire began to build in her stomach. It rose in time with their rhythm until she moaned out loud. “Oh, Trent.”
“Mmm.” He kissed her cheek. “I love it when you get hot for me.” His one hand slid down to her stomach, and he pressed a finger against her clitoris. The sensation felt so deliciously wicked that she arched back, grinding her hips into his. “That’s it, princess, take what you need.”