Autumn
“Darling, it says there’s going to be a storm tonight,” I call out from my place in the captain’s nest of our new personal yacht. I can barely hold back the grin threatening to give away how much joy and excitement I am currently feeling. I’m trying to get Vladimir’s attention as he does chores on the top deck, tidying and setting up our lounge chairs so we can bathe in the sun together and listen to music, drinking cocktails and whiling the hours away.
What a wonderful way to spend our days together. I truly cannot imagine anything better. My captain, my guardian angel, my entire universe all encapsulated within the small, perfect world of our yacht out on the sea. The sky is a crystalline sapphire blue, the clouds so light and puffy they look like they could have come straight from a master artist’s paintbrush. Even the wind has died down so much that it’s now more of a gentle breeze than a whipping wind. I can even leave my hair down, falling in thick waves of luscious brown around my shoulders.
I have to say that the recent… changes to my lifestyle and body have made me glow a little bit. It feels as though I am finally blooming into the glorious red rose I was meant to be. My cheeks are pink and achy from smiling all the damn time, my eyes have a bright new twinkle to them, and there’s a spring in my step that lends itself quite easily to dancing.
Which, I must add, Vladimir and I spend a fair amount of time doing.
That is yet another positive aspect of being alone together out at sea—we can do literally whatever we want, and there’s not a soul around to judge us. If we want to sip wine and twirl away the evenings on the candlelit deck to golden oldies on a classic record player one of his friends gifted us as a wedding present, we can do that. If we want to call each other by pet names and cuddle like the world’s most insufferably adorable couple all day long in the warmth of the sun, we can do that.
And if we want to fuck each other hard and fast or slow and gentle at all hours of the day and night, screaming and moaning and gasping at top volume, well, we can do that, too.
We don’t have a set path of where all to visit on our ocean voyage. We go where we feel like going and sail as long and as far as we please. We stop when we want to or on the rare occasion that we require a re-up of our supplies, but for the most part, it’s just heavenly to be alone together. We spend hours talking and reading literature to one another. I write poetry about him. He paints shockingly beautiful portraits of me.
We make up silly, romantic songs together. Sometimes, when we need a change of scenery, we will make port and head out into some exciting new city full of fragrant spices and exotic flora and fauna. We book a hotel room at the ritziest place we can find and order tons of room service. We sit in the gigantic, fancy hotel bathtubs and drink champagne and feed each other strawberries dipped in chocolate or bowls of frozen banana ice cream.
We cater to every whim and desire that passes over us, and I have never once felt so free in my entire life. I am no longer afraid of anything. Hell, a couple months ago we even went cliff-diving together! I never thought I would be brave enough to do something like that. But with Vladimir at my side, I feel invincible.
Of course, a recent revelation on my part has left me feeling a little less daring with the physical acts of recklessness, but it’s not fear that holds me back. It’s love. A new kind of love I am overjoyed and anxious to share with Vladimir once we get the right chance.
I can hardly wait to give him the good news.
My heart flutters as he climbs up the stairs to the captain’s nook, looking every bit the part of a swashbuckling high seas captain. His skin, formerly pale as marble, has sunned to a gorgeous golden tinge. He looks like a mythical god descending from the heavens to dote on me, his mortal princess. As you might guess, we play a lot of games together. We make up new identities, try on new personas. Every time is just as exciting or more so than the last. And then we have the evenings when all we want to do is be ourselves, and that is just as lovely.
“Did you say something about a storm, princesa?” he asks me as he walks into the room and saunters up to me. I’m perched in the captain’s seat behind the steering wheel, flirtatiously biting my lip at him. Vladimir steps up and kisses me, then scrutinizes the weather doppler.
“Doesn’t look like a storm is brewing to me, my love. Are you sure?” he asks.
“I have a confession to make,” I murmur. He turns to give me an amused expression.
“What is it, malyshka?” he coos, cupping my cheek in his large, rough hand.
Turning to press a soft kiss into his palm, I reply softly, “I might have lied just to get you to come up here. There’s no storm. Just blue skies forever.”
“Oh, you are a tricky little fox,” he chuckles, sweeping me up into his arms.
I giggle and wrap my legs around him as he carries me off downstairs to the bedroom, just as I hoped he would. He cradles me down onto the bed, lovingly takes off my clothes before stripping out of his own clothing. I lie there with my heart beating like mad as he brings out all the fun new toys we bought at the last island stop. He ties me up. He spanks me. He teases me with a ticklish feather and makes me weep and scream with ecstasy when he presses a vibrator to my clit. We spend hours and hours tangled up in the bedroom, moaning and moving in perfect harmony, our bodies totally synced. And when we’re finished, we lie there in each other’s arms, utterly spent and satisfied.
In the dim glow of the setting sun filtering through the porthole window, I turn and brace myself up on my elbow to gaze into my protector’s face. “I love you,” I murmur softly.
He leans over to kiss me. “I love you the most. More than you can ever know,” he whispers. I stroke his cheek, a huge smile warming my face. “What is it? I can tell you are keeping something from me, malyshka,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
Finally, I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Vladimir, you’re going to be a father,” I burst out, tears prickling up in my eyes.
He sits up and looks at me intensely, the cogs turning in his mind. “Are you sure?” he asks almost breathlessly, pulling me close.
I nod and grin, a joyous laugh stumbling from my lips. “Yes, my love. I am sure,” I tell him, feeling tingly all over. “Are you happy?” I ask quietly.
“Happy?” he repeats, letting out a genuine laugh. “No, my dear. I am more than happy. I am joyful. I am over the moon. This is such wonderful news! Another angel to look after and love and protect. I cannot imagine anything better.”
“You’re already such a good Daddy,” I gush, just the faintest note of flirtation in my voice, “and now you’re going to be an amazing father, too. A real daddy!”
“I can hardly wait, malyshka. I can hardly wait,” he murmurs, pulling me in for another passionate kiss. I feel full to bursting with joy. There is nothing better than this.
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