Josh glances down at the deck.
“Please, Josh, it’s okay. She’s beautiful,” Reece says from behind me.
With a smile, Josh looks up and watches as Reece’s fingers continue to caress and plunk my nipples.
“Aye, she is gorgeous,” he replies appreciatively.
“I thought it was unfair how she teased the crew with just a hint of the beauty beneath.”
Josh nods and swallows hard.
“I haven’t seen the captain this evening. Is everything okay?” Reece asks with concern.
“The captain and the other crew seem to have a touch of food issues. They should be okay by morning.”
“Nothing serious, I hope.”
“It is just some discomfort.”
“Yet you are fine?” Light suspicion laces his voice.
“Aye. I’m a vegetarian. My provisions come from the main house. Josephine normally supplies all of our meals, but the crew picked up some local provisions from the market today.”
Reece nods. His hands continue to work on my breasts and slide down my stomach to the edge of my shorts. Josh’s eyes follow the move of his hand until it disappears under the table.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” Josh asks, stepping to the table and picking up the remaining glasses.
“Please make sure there is water in the main berth,” Reece replies without missing a beat.
“Aye, Sir. Please ring if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Josh.”
“Thank YOU, Sir.”
Josh beams, nods in my direction, and turns toward the hatch, disappearing down the stairs.
Reece releases my hair. My breath comes in a shutter as my head falls forward. His fingers push past the waistband and between the lips of my pussy.
“I believe the lady doth protest too much,” he whispers against my ear.
“Why? Why did you do it?” I croak.
“In this place, you are mine. Together we explore the darkness and the light. Step out of comfort zones and find a life behind those masks you wear.”
“So you want to share me?” The words are an accusation.
“I don’t share, Atlas.” It is a definitive statement.
“But…”
“Your body is beautiful, and I wanted to show it off. Besides, you were teasing the crew.”
“Most men are possessive in these situations.”
“Then they are not confident in their place nor in their level of control.”
“And you are?”
“I am. You are mine. All of you. Every mask you wear belongs to me. Just as I belong to you. It is a symbiotic relationship. I give you a place to hand off your world and you give me a place where I can let my darkness out of the cage without fear. Here we give each other what we need, want and desire.”
The words melt through me. Everything I need to lift the world is right here with me. A smile breaks out across my face.
“I can’t wait to see how you handle Alexandra and Atlas on a daily basis.” I turn my head and grin back at him.
“Oh, I think I will enjoy Alexandra and her superior, haughty attitude the most.”
“She is not haughty,” I snap.
Reece chuckles.
“Just imagine, under that tight business suit, five-inch heels and perfect makeup, a pair of magnetic ball nipple clamps. The pain and numbness over a few hours racing through her body as she dominates her clients and keeps her staff in line.”
My breath catches at the image.
“Or Atlas sitting in her PR firm, with a butt plug deep in her ass controlled by me across her phone. Not knowing if it will go off when she’s on the phone with a client or out on a business call.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Yes. I will. Small reminders that I know exactly who and what you are to me.”
“But what if someone finds out?”
“Then you best up your game and make sure they never do.”
Arousal rushes through me on the heels of my trepidation. His fingers push into my soaking pussy, and I gasp.
“Days when your ass is sore, you will pace your office because it will be more comfortable than sitting down. Or a tight rope harness just under your business suit with a clit knot pulling tight against this…” He pinches my clit hard to punctuate the word and I nearly come.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
“Locking the door to Alexandra’s office and fucking you hard across her desk, unable to make a sound because your assistant is just right outside. While you hope you turned off the cameras so your security detail doesn’t get a show.”
He pinches my nipple hard and pushes two fingers just inside me.
My mind is in overdrive. All thoughts of my surroundings vanish in his words, each scenario playing across it like a movie. The logistics of them are verified and turned into realistic fantasy in seconds.
“Seeing you kneel at my feet at the end of a long day, begging for my mark. Begging for your release from holding up the world. Willing and waiting for me to provide you a haven in every way you need. Not through hearts and softness but through roses and thorns.”
His hard cock presses between the cheeks of my ass. I rotate my hips back and move them forward across his hard length. He groans in response.
“Two can play at this game, Mr. Gabriel.”
“About time you showed up, but if you move your hands, you know the consequences.”
I lift off his lap, and he pulls his hand from my shorts.
“If this was a skirt, I would demand you unzip your shorts and push my hot wet pussy down onto your hard cock. Right here in plain sight, without anyone noticing anything but the movement of two bodies.”
I let my body slide up and down with my words.
“When it is deep inside, I would settle on your lap. Letting my muscles squeeze against your hard length but refusing to move, so as not to draw too much attention from the crew.”
His hands clamp down on my hips in response, and he pulls me down into his lap.
Sharp teeth bite deep into my shoulder. Pain flares across me, and I moan against it. When he releases my shoulder, he licks across the teeth marks.
“Mine.”
As a unit, we move to the edge of the bench.
“Let go of the table, Atlas.”
My hands unclasp from the table and are immediately engulfed in his as he moves toward the hatch and down the stairs.