Chapter 23

Julie

She felt safe with him. It was as if she was living in a fairy tale. She had been out on the lake before. No one in her family was a fan of sailing, but she'd come here to party with her friends when she was younger.

This was different. Everything changed when you could share the experience with someone you truly cared about.

The orange-white glow of the city in the distance was just so romantically perfect.

She could lose herself in his kiss. It was deep and intense and hot.

The mere thought of doing it out in the open like this made her horny. She giggled. There was no other way to say it.

She was way more adventurous than she thought. It's Remy's fault.

"What?" He asked, feeling her smile in the middle of their kiss.

"You're so kinky," she said, a grin in her lips.

"Trying to keep up with you, hon."

He kissed her neck, sending ripples of delight throughout her body.

They'd been out here for more than an hour. Time seemed to pass twice as fast when they were together.

He took her scarf off and put it by her side, going down to her chest. She could not wait to have him inside.

But he was patient. She'd learned that about him. He liked having her completely surrendered to him. To kiss her body, to bring her to the edge until she could no longer hold it anymore. Until she begged him to let her finish.

And his face. His green eyes. The intensity in his look. His hot skin, pressed against hers, his rock hard muscles. He looked like a superhero. She didn't even think guys like him were… you know, really real.

As in, yeah they were real, of course, but they were all actors, or models, or gay.

But here she was, her hand going from his forearm to his biceps, then feeling the ridges on his chest, his abs, his lower back.

He softly bit her earlobe and neck again. She wrapped her legs around him.

"Can you feel me," he asked, his voice full of intensity.

His cock. His giant freaking cock pressed on her sex, she could already feel her juices soaking up her underwear.

"Yes," she moaned, her body answering him before she could.

Slowly, he buried his face between her breasts, holding them with his hands, pressing them against his cheeks.

"You're mine," he said, and he meant it.

She blushed. She didn't know why, such words, spoken by anyone, anyone else would have bothered her. Offended her, even. But she couldn't lie to him.

"Say it," he commanded.

"I'm yours. Only yours."

Her juices flowed even harder now. He kissed her again, his tongue wrestling hers, the soft wetness of it bringing her closer and closer to madness.

She held him even tighter now, every wave of pleasure rippling through her body with more intensity.

He pressed his shaft against her, softly at first, but as soon as he did, a moan escaped her lips. He growled, ardently wanting her, and pressed it harder on her center.

She could feel her underwear getting soaked. My God, no one has ever made me feel like this.

Her whole body, caressed, kissed, stimulated. He grabbed her white, loose tank top and ripped it in half. She couldn't help but tremble.

"Yes," she uttered, without realizing.

He held her against the deck, his cock still grinding her core, sending waves of delight, each of them exploding in her body.

He was her master.

She opened her mouth, inviting him for another kiss, her shirt flapped in the night air. This bra she wore, he could undo it from the front. He did and suddenly her breasts were free.

The sound of the waves crashing against the yacht accompanied her moans.

He caressed her legs, making goose bumps break out all over her skin, the hair in the back of her neck bristling.

She moaned again, louder this time. She couldn't control herself.

His finger on her slit, over the thin fabric of her leggings. It was too much. He grazed her button and moved away, to the inner side of her thighs. He was making her suffer.

"You belong to me."

"Yes."

She wanted to say it.

Then she said it again and again.

"You can do anything you want to me," she confessed, "use me."

He gritted his teeth, unable to resist the urge to just take her right there.

She was at his mercy, there was no turning back and they knew it.

He was as addicted to her as she was to him.

He pulled her leggings down. Baring her bottom. She wanted him to see her, she wanted him to get fucking hard just by looking at the black lace underwear she wore for him.

His eyes said it all. He was holding back as hard as he could. He caressed her waist and ass and thighs.

He lifted her in his arms in a swift move and lowered her on the edge of the yacht.

He moved his pants and her hands raced to feel his manhood, but he caught her first. He placed them on the rail behind her.

"You can't move, honey."

So she held tight. He moved closer to her, his cock grazing her body, her center dripping in need.

All she could breathe was his musky scent, his delicious, masculine cologne mixed with his lust and sweat. He slid his cock between her legs.

Not inside, no. He slid it between her folds, drenching it with her lust.

She bit his shoulder, the feeling of him going forward and back on her sex was too much. An electric ripple surged from her center. He was masturbating her with his shaft, using it as a sex toy, slick with her juices.

"Take me," she said, "ple—"

"Say fuck me," he ordered, "fuck me, master."

She complied, she couldn't do otherwise. The words came out of her mouth with a moan and they turned her on even harder.

"Fuck me," she whispered, "fuck me, master."

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, his cock still stimulating her, moving and pressing tight against her clit.

She had to hold back her yells. This man was a sex god. A beast. A wild animal.

He was everything she didn't know she needed. He made her do things she never expected from herself. And it drove her wild. She was another person when she was with him. Still herself, but better, wilder, crazier, happier.

She moaned again, louder than ever. Pleasure rushing through her body.

He whirled her around and bent her over the rail, looking out into the glowing city.

"Don't move," he whispered and he stepped away.

She turned to but couldn't see what he was doing.

He came back with something in his hands. My scarf.

"What are you—"

He grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back. Bent her again, slower this time, his hands on her hair until her torso touched the rail.

It was cold, he held her tight as she leaned almost out of the edge of the boat

Is he going to—

His cockhead grazed her entrance and she yelled in pleasure. She didn't realize how much she needed him, how much her body wanted him.

"Say it again," he ordered, his thickness less than half an inch inside, just enough to make her juices drip down her thighs.

"Fuck me," she said… then, with the sky as her only witness, she yelled it, as loud as she could.

"Fuck me! Use me! Make me yours!"

He entered her slowly, she kept on yelling, both in pleasure and pain. She was no longer herself, she was a slave to these feelings. To this man.

His cock was thick and hard. And hot. Very hot. It drove her crazy. She wanted more. Much more.

"I love how fucking tight you are," he whispered.

She was almost crying out of pleasure. She didn't know she was into this.

His hand on her hair, her hands tied up, the way he talked, so differently than when they weren’t doing this; her body trembling at his touch.

He spanked her hard.

A flash of pain turned into pleasure. She yelled, but she wanted more.

He did it again, before she could ask. His cock was now completely inside of her, sliding out, her core flooded with ecstasy.

Then he came back in, finding a rhythm. Her legs were almost too closed together, her leggings just barely below her ass. This was the kinkiest thing she'd ever done. And she loved it.

It was as if he was made for her. As if they were meant for each other.

"Yes! Yes—" she cried, intoxicated with passion.

She pushed back at him, fucking him harder and harder, the slapping sound of her ass on his waist was the last straw. Nothing mattered. Not in this moment.

"Fuck me!" She yelled as his sack slapped hard against her slit every time he was fully inside of her.

She felt his balls graze her again and again and in her sexual fury her whole body tensed for a second, trying to hold back her orgasm. An electric explosion surged inside like waves crashing against every nerve in her body, making her cry and bend and push harder against him to feel more of him inside.

He yelled. His cock hard as steel, it was here, he was ready to give her his seed but she didn’t' want it inside this time. She pulled forward and turned around just in time to kneel before him and have every drop fall on her chin, and her breasts, and her thighs.

Her hands, still tied up, grabbed ahold of the rail as he bathed her in his cum, dripping down from everywhere in her body.

This is crazy. She thought. But it was real. She'd gone too far. She'd thrown away every last shred of restraint and acted on impulse.

Now, the warmth of his seed dripping down her body made her feel like it was true.

She was his slave.

Julie faced up to see him and found something in his eyes. He was vulnerable. Just like her.

They knew they crossed a line, and they wouldn't be able to go back now.