Scream For me

I walked her around the boat, showing her where she would be staying and that her luggage was delivered to the stateroom. “My room and Daisy’s room are at the other end of the boat; I believe my parents’ room is as well.”

“Thanks.” She fidgets with her hands nervously. “Think I’ll take your recommendation and go for a swim.” She stares at me like she wants me to say I’ll join her or maybe she wants me to step into her room. I’m tempted, so tempted to push her onto the bed and keep her preoccupied for the next several hours. I step closer to her, reaching out to grab the back of her neck and pull her toward me till our lips meet. It’s quick and heated.

“I’ve thought of nothing but tasting your lips again,” I murmur against them before sliding my tongue between them. “I promised myself I would behave with you on this trip but I’m not sure I can do that.” I kiss her again, deeper, harder till she’s moaning, then I step back, leaving her panting, her hands against the wall behind her.

“Why?”

I contemplate lying, telling her some noble bullshit about not wanting to abuse my position of authority over her but I don’t. I want her to know exactly the kinds of things I want to do to her.

“Why behave? Because stuffing every hole in your body with my cock and tongue for three days straight really isn’t an option with others on board. Why won’t I be able to keep my promise? Because all I can think about is stuffing every hole in your body with my cock and tongue for three days.” I reach my hand out to touch her chin gently. “I’m heading upstairs for a bit. Find me if you need anything.”

I leave her in her room and head upstairs to talk to the captain. After we talk, I take a stroll around the decks, stopping to enjoy the scenery of the crystal water. The sun dances across the surface of the ocean like diamonds. The only time I spend any time on this yacht is once a year with Daisy and my parents, most of which I usually spend on board working. This time, I promise myself it will be different. Seeing Daphne interact with Daisy makes me realize the time I’ve already wasted with my little girl. It also makes me realize the void in Daisy’s life, not having a mother and being an only child. I push away from the railing I’m leaning on, walking back toward the front of the boat.

I pause, looking down to see Daphne on her back, in a swimsuit. Her arms are stretched overhead, one leg bent, the other straight. Only a string and some scraps of material keep her covered.

Fuck me, she looks good.

I allow myself to take in her tempting body on display, the sun glistening against her skin. I want to pull her bikini bottoms to the side and bury my face between her thighs. My mouth waters and my cock twitches in my pants, begging for attention. I can’t be certain because of her sunglasses, but she looks like she’s staring right at me. She stretches, rolling to her stomach before coming to all fours, giving me a perfect view of her from behind. She arches her back slightly, pushing her ass up even further, a scrap of material covering her pussy visible to me. She adjusts her towel, falling forward to lie on her stomach but not before she undoes the back of her bikini top.

Fucking little tease.

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. It takes every scrap of restraint in me not to walk down there, lift her hips, and bury my cock inside her. Against my better judgment, I make my way down to where she’s sunbathing.

Why deny myself? She doesn’t want me to, and I have no intention of actually behaving on this trip.

“Enjoying the sunshine, Miss Flowers?” “I am. Enjoying the view, Mr. Vaughn?”

I laugh, looking around to make sure we’re alone. “Was that your intention? To tease me?”

“I’m just enjoying the sunshine.” She hooks her top and rolls over to her back again.

“You know, Miss Flowers,” I say as I pull a deck chair closer to her and take a seat on the end of it, my elbows resting on my knees. “When I first met you, I thought for sure you were just a sweet, innocent young woman, but the more time I spend with you”-I wag my finger at her-“the more I think something is brewing beneath that buttoned-up exterior. Perhaps”-I run my hand slowly over my jaw as I let my eyes take her in

-“You just need a little coaxing.” “Coaxing?” she repeats.

“Mm-hmm. Do you want to play a little game, Daphne?”

“What kind of game?”

“Think of it like Simon Says. I’ll tell you to do something and you do it.”

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“Do you trust me?”

“No,” she says abruptly, making me laugh.

“Good girl,” I say, deciding to call her bluff. “What would you say if I told you to pull your bikini bottoms to the side and pleasure yourself for me while I watched?” Her lips part and I hear a sharp intake of air. “Or do you prefer the other way around? Maybe you want to watch me get off? Leave a nice trail of my cum”-I reach my fingertip out and drag it lightly down between her breasts to her belly-“on your smooth skin?”

I watch as her skin breaks out in goosebumps, the slight shift in her thighs as they squeeze together. “So timid,” I murmur as my fingers dance across her lap and up her thigh. “You know how I know you’re not innocent, Miss Flowers?”

“How?” Her voice is raspy, her fingers curled into her towel the way they were curled against my chest the night I first kissed her.

“The way you kissed me back. That tongue of yours has starred in many of my fantasies. In fact,” I say as I place both of my hands on her knees, gently sliding them down her inner thighs, spreading them apart, “I think you’d know exactly how to suck my cock if I put it to your lips, wouldn’t you?” She doesn’t respond but I can see her throbbing beneath her bathing suit. My hands reach the crease of her inner thighs. I reach my thumbs out, running them along the edge of her swimsuit, a shiver running through her body. “Wouldn’t you?” I repeat the question more sternly.

“Yes.” Her response is almost a moan as I reach for the edge of her swimsuit and pull it to the side.

“Oh, Miss Flowers, that is mouthwatering,” I say as I look down at her pink pussy. “Look at how wet you are.” I slide one finger over her, causing her thighs to try to close.

“Out here? In the open?” she asks, looking around frantically.

“Now what did I just tell you earlier was going to happen on this trip? I told you I planned on stuffing every part of you, didn’t I? Keep your legs open,” I command as I take the same finger and slide it inside her roughly.

“Ohhh…” She grips her towel tighter, her head and shoulders pressing back into the chair, causing her back to arch upward as I pull it out and slide it back in again.

“That’s just one finger, sweetheart.” I feel her walls clench around me as I slide a second one inside her. “Just imagine how full you’d feel with my thick cock inside you.” I can feel her lose control as I pump my fingers in and out of her, her body growing tense as her breath grows rapidly.

“Fuck, just listen to how wet you are for me.” I pump my fingers into her, my cock throbbing in my pants as she clenches around my fingers. “Look at me.” Her eyes flutter open and find mine. “Have you touched yourself like this, Daphne, while imagining my cock inside you, filling you, stretching your tight pussy till I come inside you?”

“Yes, oh yes, please don’t stop.”

“Are you begging me to let you come?” I crook my fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot. She tries to respond but it comes out in a groan. Her legs convulse, her moans growing louder until she comes on my fingers.

“That’s right, baby. Soak my fingers so I can taste you.”