Chapter 6

She raced along the companionway. She couldn’t bear this any longer. She ran to her room and bolted the door behind her. She dove under the covers and pulled them over her head.

She had to play with herself. She had to please herself, to get some relief from this maddening desire before she went back out and faced the staff. All the confusing emotions and experiences of the last twenty-four hours overwhelmed her. She couldn’t wait for the Prince to be ready to please her. She had to do it herself, right now.

She shoved both hands under her waistband and down inside her panties. She was wetter than ever after he fingered and spanked her. She spread her lips with two fingers and touched her clitoris with the other.

The blankets suffocated her, so she stuck her head out to catch a breath of fresh air when her eye fell on a sheaf of clear plastic hanging next to the porthole. She froze in place. Her eyes skated down the shimmery silver form underneath. The neckline plunged almost to the waist. The back hung open, all the way around to sides. A slit up the skirt exposed the leg all the way up to the hip.

She couldn’t. She just couldn’t face people wearing a dress like that. He couldn’t be serious about making her wear that in front of anyone.

She yanked her hands free and jumped out of bed. In a heartbeat, she crossed the room and seized the dress from its hook. One look through the plastic showed her everything she needed to see. It was far more revealing than she ever imagined.

How did he get it into her private room? She didn’t have to ask. Any of the staff would do it for him. He probably gave Tim a fat tip to hang it here.

The dress fell out of her hand and crumpled to the floor. She fled from the room, she knew not where. She found her way back up to the salon. There was Harvey standing behind the bar.

The instant she met his gaze, she saw herself in that dress. He smiled at her. “Hello, Ronnie. Did you find Prince Said?”

Brother, did she ever find him! Harvey undressed her with his eyes every time he looked at her. He gazed at her breasts stretching her shirt buttons against their buttonholes and her cleavage between her lapels. He caressed her hips and ass with loving glances.

She knew already what he was thinking. He wanted to stroke his stiff cock between her tits and poke the tip into her mouth with every stroke. He wanted to bend her over and smack her tight ass the way Prince Said did. He wanted to lick her wet pussy and ride her like a pony.

She couldn’t let him see her in that dress. She couldn’t let him leer at her from behind the bar while Prince Said introduced her to his guests. She couldn’t let Harvey stare in drooling desire while Prince Said petted her ass and trailed his hands up her thighs under that skirt to finger her dripping pussy.

She hurried away. The only place she could find sanctuary was in her own office, but when she got there, she stopped dead in her tracks. There was Prince Said, lounging in the chair opposite her work station. He gave her a benevolent smile when she appeared.

His face could change with the flickering shadows. One minute, he bestowed that glorious smile of genuine approval and consideration. The next minute, he glared at her with the predatory malice of a marauding beast. He gnashed his teeth and menaced her with his hands and body.

Right now, he was all nice and cuddly. She couldn’t let that facade fool her. She went around her desk to her chair, but she didn’t dare sit down. He hadn’t given her permission yet. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?”

He broke into a grin. “I like it when you say that. Most of the time, it annoys me, but from you, it sounds perfect. I can imagine you on your knees in front of me, looking up at me with those big, dark eyes of yours.”

She waited. He hadn’t asked her a question.

He sat forward in the chair. “Actually, I came to check how the party preparations are going.”

“Everything is going according to schedule, sir—or would you prefer I call you Your Majesty?”

She asked without a hint of irony. She merely wanted to know his preference so she could serve his needs. That’s all she was to him anymore, a servant.

“I’ll leave that to your discretion, Veronica. You can call me either one, depending on your evaluation of what’s most appropriate at the moment.”

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me about the preparations, sir? Do you have any input to give me, or would you like me to tell you what plans we’ve made so far?”

“No, I prefer you to surprise me with your expertise and your talent as a hostess. Did you receive the dress?”

She stared down at the desk. “Yes, sir.”

“What did you think?”

“I think, sir, it will show off my assets very well.”

“You bet it will. I picked that dress out myself.”

“Sir? Did you bring that dress on board with you?”

“Of course not. You saw what I brought on board with me. I ordered it online.”

“How did you pick it up?”

“Your chopper pilot picked it up for me, but I can see this conversation is bordering on the inappropriate. You’re forgetting your manners.”

“Yes, sir.”

He rocked the chair back and crossed his ankle over his knee. “You know, Veronica, for someone who hasn’t given herself to any other guest on this ship, I’m surprised at your responsiveness. I didn’t expect you to behave as well as you have.”

“I’m glad you’re pleased with my service, sir.”

He chewed something inside his mouth with his lips closed. “Is that all you have to say for yourself?”

“Your Majesty is always telling me not to speak out of turn and not to offer unsolicited information about myself. I’m sure Your Majesty will tell me when I have something to say for myself.”

His face cracked in a wry grin, but his eyes took on that fierce glint that warned his mood could change in the blink of an eye. “Good girl.”

She dared steal a glance at his face. “Did Your Majesty come here for anything else, or just updated information?”

His voice cut like a knife. “What are you offering? Are you suggesting I get you down on your knees and make you beg Your Majesty to shove his cock in your mouth? Is that what you wish I came here for? Maybe you’d like me to push you back in your chair and fuck you right now. Is that what you’d like?”

“Your Majesty knows I would like it, but if Your Majesty came here for casual information, I wouldn’t presume to make advances.”

“Good. I didn’t come here for anything other than casual information, except to see you squirm, and I can see you’re doing that very well. I can imagine you squirming in that dress.”

“I won’t squirm, sir. If you tell me to stand there, I will.”

He twirled a paperclip in his hand. “Do you know, I was just standing at the bar a few minutes ago, talking to Harvey. He’s very sweet on you. I guess you know that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you ever go out with him? Did you ever fool around with him?”

“No, sir, and no, sir.”

“Do you have a sweetheart back home in Fresno? Is that what you’re going home for?”

“No, sir, I don’t have a sweetheart back in Fresno.”

“Did you have a boyfriend there before you came to work on the Diamantina?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What was his name?”

“Roy, sir.”

“And what did you do with Roy?”

“I went out with him for three years in high school.”

“Sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you fuck him?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What would Your Majesty like to know?”

“I would like to know everything you did with him. Did you suck his cock?”

“Yes, sir, every Saturday night when we went to the movies.”

“Describe it for me.”

“He would pick me up at my parents’ house and we would drive halfway to the movies. Then he would feel me up and finger bang me in the car. Sometimes he ate me out to make me cum. Then we would drive to the movies, and we would sit in the back row. I would bend over his seat and suck him during the movie.”

“Did he cum in your mouth?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Not as much as sucking Your Majesty’s cock.”

“What else did you do with Roy?”

“On the way home, we would climb into the back seat of the car and he would fuck me.”

“Did you cum when he fucked you?”

“If I sat on top, but most of the time, he liked to get me on my knees.”

“Did he ever fuck your ass?”

“No, sir.”

“Has anyone every fucked your ass before me?”

“No, sir. You’re the first.”

He let his hand fall down on his crotch and rubbed his hard shaft through his pants. “You’re getting me hard, Veronica.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you wet right now?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you like to sit on my lap right now? Would you like to screw my hard cock with your wet pussy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me hear you beg for it.”

She closed her eyes. She couldn’t look at him while she degraded herself this way. “Please fuck me, Your Majesty. Please let me sit on your hard cock. I need it bad. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do anything.”

“Come over here.”

She took a few steps around the desk and stood next to his chair. He gazed up at her with his most innocent expression while he slid his hand up between her thighs to the damp garden inside. His fingers delved into her panties and stirred her fragrant concoction. “Mmm, yes, that’s nice. I like a nice, wet pussy.”

She panted through parted lips, and her knees rocked under her. Just a few more seconds of this, and she would sit down on that thick stick. She would grind her pussy to pieces on it and scream so the whole ship heard her.

To her surprise, he pulled his hand out of her panties and stood up. He sucked the cream off his fingers. “That’s good, Veronica. You’re nice and wet, just the way I want you. You can go back to work now.”