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I scream when I see his face reflected in the mirror.
“Holy shit, Winston.” I gasp and clutch my towel to my chest. “You scared me!”
He smiles from his seat at the small dressing table. “Sorry , sweetheart, thought you heard me come in. You must have been distracted.” He eyes the spot where the towel meets, just below my hips. “I came to see how you’re feeling—since your accident yesterday?”
“I’m fine,” I say. More than fine, I want to add, but instead I turn toward the mirror and reach for my brush.
“Good, you gave me quite a scare. Talking about seals and bumping your head.”
I tense when he mentions Victor. I know he won’t approve of this relationship. He barely tolerates the boys like Logan that come sniffing around, but he knows I won’t succumb to the pressure. With them, my cherry is firmly intact and not at risk, but my daddy? He’ll know in an instant what’s going to happen between us. My connection with Victor is so charged and inevitable, it’d obviously be impossible to miss.
“You’re so sweet,” I say, giving him a thankful smile. “I feel so much better but I had a long day on the beach. I think I’ll go to bed early.”
“No Logan?”
I laugh. “No, we’re on the outs again, I’m afraid. This time for good.”
Winston nods. “I figured that would happen sooner or later. You’re better than him, you know.”
“I know.”
He seems in no hurry but I want to ready myself in case Victor returns. I walk out of the room and drop my towel, pulling on a sheer pink nightie and a pair of matching lace panties. I slip on a robe as quickly as possible, not wanting to encourage Winston in the slightest.
He’s follows me into the room and watches me clench the flimsy robe tight at the waist. “You seem a little jumpy tonight.”
“I told you, I’m just tired.” I gather courage. “Maybe you should leave.”
I’ve never spoken to Winston like this before. He owns the boat. He pays for everything. He lets me live here so he can control me. And not just me, but my precious virginity, too. If I’m honest with myself, I know that’s what everything between us boils down to: My cherry and who gets to pop it. He talks about his businesses friends like Calvin, but the deals never go anywhere. Right now, with the way he’s looking at me, I know the truth.
He wants it for himself.
Our eyes meet and his aren’t the normal, horny but harmless, shade of blue. No, he’s got the look of one of the animals I love so much, like one of those rapey dolphins you have to keep an eye out for. He’s desperate with hunger. He stalks across the small cabin until I’m pinned against a white velvet chair. I plop down as he looms above me.
“Winston, you… you’re scaring me.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby girl,” he replies. But one hand is on his fine leather belt and the other is unzipping the front of his pants. “I’ve watched you for so long, Ariella. I’ve watched you grow from a sweet little girl to a sexy young woman. I’ve watched but managed to keep my hands to myself—for the most part.” He pulls out his cock, exposing himself to me. It’s not the first time I’ve seen his less than adequate dick. There were ‘accidents’ around the house where I’d walk in and ‘catch’ him in a state of undress, cock in various stages of flaccidity. “I have a camera in here, do you know that? They’re all over the boat. On the deck and living areas upstairs. Even the bathrooms.”
Anger, not fear, ripples through my body at the thought of such a violation. “You recorded me?”
He nods, stepping closer, stroking his member. “I’ve watched you for years. I’ve watched your dalliances with your boyfriends. I had to be sure your virtue was still intact.” He laughs. “There were times I thought Logan was going to slip one past you. That kid was a horny fucker. Did you know I paid him off?”
I frown. “Paid him?”
Winston shakes his head. “You’re beautiful, Ariella, but not that smart. I paid off all of the boys that you dated over the years. Logan, Parker, Roger, Marcus, Ricardo, Andrew… even Pablo the gardener.”
I gasp. “You knew about Pablo?”
“I know about everything, sweetheart. Someone had to keep an eye on you. They all would have taken what’s mine, do you understand that? And you… Jesus, you’re such a delightful tease. Each thought they could be the one to break you in.”
I stare at him, dumbfounded. Tears build in my eyes. “I think you should leave.”
“Do you?” he says. By now his penis is larger, more excited. He’s inches from my face. “I think you should place those puffy lips around my cock and suck it.”
“No. I...I’m not going to do that.”
He laughs, his head tipping back. “I love that you think you have a choice.”
The boat lurches, caught by a sudden wave outside, and Winston stumbles. I use the opportunity to lunge for the cabin door. I fling it open but feel a sharp tug on my hair. I yelp and am thrown backwards, landing on the bed in a heap. The dog tags clink beneath me and I grip them in my fingers. Winston stares at the shiny metal.
“Where did you get those?” he asks.
“From my daddy,” I spit, looking over his shoulder at the shadowy stairwell.
He gives me a confused look. “They’re not mine.”
This time I laugh. At his stupid face and limp dick. I laugh at his presumption that he can own me and my body. “You’re not my daddy, Winston. You never will be.” My eyes linger over his shoulder and the shadow turns into a man. A hulking, seven foot, two hundred and fifty pound man whose mere presence sends a lightning bolt of lust straight to my pussy. “He is.”