Fingertips gliding across smooth, milky skin. Pale flesh prickling up into goosebumps in the pinkish glow of an early morning. The sun and the moon are still hanging suspended in the sky together, and it’s such a mystical sight of beauty that I can’t help but compare them to us—Vladimir the glowing orange sun and I, the soft moon borrowing his light. He shares the bed with me but he controls it all like a master puppeteer.

Every limb of my body is strung up and tied to his will, bending and arching and reaching for him always. I can never get enough, not matter how much he gives me. I am ravenously hungry for him, for his touch, his closeness, his hot breath like a caress on the vulnerable side of my neck. I shudder, feeling his cock stiffen and pulse against my soft thigh. I roll up against him, moving my ass in slow, tantalizing circles as we lay pressed up against one another, as tight and close as we can be. I’m desperate to be covered in his dominion. I want him to possess me, all of me, from the top of my brunette head to the tips of my curling toes.

Who do you belong to? hisses the shadowy man with the magic fingertips.

I belong to you, of course, and nobody else but you. My lips form and shape and kiss away the answer like a shiny wish with wings.

He catches it in his hands, holding my submission to him like a fragile butterfly in his grasp, a hollow dark cave for the little wings to beat and the tiny head to rest. Then he opens his hands and sets us both free. The butterfly flutters away, her dusty lavender wings iridescent in the hazy light of a new dawn. We both watch as she ascends ever higher in her moseying way, up and up through the motes of dust floating in the air as the boat rocks gently and soothingly beneath us at the mercy of the sea. The butterfly reaches the glossy ceiling and I hold my breath, wondering where she will go. Is she trapped in here with us or can she be free?

My eyes follow her path as she phases through the ceiling to the deck above. I close my eyes and smile, picturing her on a courageous ascent to the fluffy blue clouds and lilac sky, flitting ever higher and higher to heaven itself.

Meanwhile, I am living in a paradise of my own, bound and tethered to the earth but still so freeing. I give myself over to the gentle touches and caresses of Vladimir’s hands, shivering as he traces along my delicate jawline and up my cheek to my ear. He fondles the soft velvety lobe of my ear and leans down slowly to whisper words I cannot decipher. Words with harsh clicks and rivets and rolling Rs and flicks of the tongue.

It could be poetry.

It could be an incantation or some dizzying spell to render me limp and pliant as a ragdoll in his arms. The words take shape and crawl inside my head, curling up in the sun-soaked corners and glowing pillars of my mind. Images of glistening jewels, plump and ripe and plucked from the earth like a juicy plum. Flowers made of dipped gold and bluish silver. Mercury tears sliding down the marble cheeks of a woman immortalized in an arch of ecstatic release. All these beautiful untouchable things that enchant me and please me almost as much as Vladimir’s long, deft fingers and sensual lips as they dip and pinch and taste of my body.

“Do you see the world of beauty I have brought you into?”

His voice echoes and reverberates like a thousand growling wolves in my ear. I shiver, the rumbling sensation traveling down my body, igniting a bright flickering fire in its path.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Daddy. I see it all.” My voice trembles like a leaf on a winter branch.

“And do you see also that you are the most beautiful item among the jewels?” His question makes me flush from my cheeks to my feet.

“Yes, Daddy. You make me beautiful.”

“I do. And I will give you pleasure beyond what your sweet girlish heart can even conceive of. I will bring you to the edge of ecstasy again and again. I will carry you over that great hill and we will swim in the placid waters of pleasure together if you accept my love.”

Tears of joy burn in my eyes. I know what I want. I only have to ask for it.

“Please, Daddy. I want it. I need it. I need you.”

“Have you earned it, malyshka?”

“Yes, please. I have been such a good girl.”

“Then you will receive my greatest gift.”

“Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Daddy…”

“Thank you,” I murmur sleepily, my eyelids fluttering as I struggle to open my eyes. The hazy orange light of dawn is faintly filtering through my eyelids, prodding me awake.

I am so peaceful and comfortable right now, cocooned in the warm, cozy blankets on this insanely comfortable bed, rocked gently by the rhythm of the ocean waves. We are far, far away from our troubles, and in this place, we are alone together. No interruptions. No worries. Just my body curled up against his—and my dream, I realize, is coming true.

Vladimir’s rough hands are sliding up and down along the length of my naked body. I let out a satisfied groan and wiggle my ass back against him, taking great pleasure in the way my little machinations are rewarded with a deep, animalistic growl from the man beside me. He noses into the soft baby hair at the nape of my neck, drawing slow, deep whiffs as though he’s trying to drink up my particular scent, like he’s addicted to it and cannot ever get enough.

It’s a ticklish feeling, the tip of his nose and the soft, barely-there kiss of his lips on my sensitive skin. I giggle and shiver in his arms, moaning when he gently grazes my flesh with his teeth. Part of me wishes he would just bite down, clamp onto my delicate pale skin and puncture a vein, lap up my life blood and claim me as his own with my crimson staining those perfectly sensuous lips, dripping from his teeth. In my dying throes I would be twisted up with pleasure. What a way to go. If I have to die, I will gladly offer up my last breath to him.

I don’t know what it is, whether it’s magic or madness or some miasma in the air, but he has me utterly addicted. I crave his touch, and I want to press every inch of my body against his, feel his hardness aching and pulsing between us, desperate for release. I want him to mark me up, use my milky skin as his canvas, my blood his ink. I could write pages and pages of poetry just about the way his cock feels sliding up and down against my soft ass cheek. He murmurs my name against the shell of my ear, making me squirm with delight.

His hands slide around my body to grope my full, supple breasts. He caresses and massages them in the palms of his hands, the roughness of his calloused fingertips like electricity when he rubs friction into my sensitive, perky nipples. As he gropes me, I moan and whimper like a little kitten, pouting and pushing for more, more, always more. I want his hands all over my body, feeling me up, using me for his own pleasure.

“You feel so damn good, malyshka,” Vladimir growls in my ear.

“Am I still dreaming?” I ask faintly, my voice scratchy with need.

“No, Autumn, this is not a dream. I am really here, and so are you,” he hisses. I shudder and push back against him even harder. He groans his approval and I find myself entranced when I notice for the first time the inky designs etched into the muscles of his arms as they curl around me. I can’t follow the lines clearly enough to make sense of them, but I find myself oddly aroused by the knowledge that he has tattoos, as well as some raised scars, healed after some violent battle.

Maybe it’s the idea of him withstanding that pain, a look of pure stoicism on his face. He probably didn’t even flinch, not even when that unrelenting needle pricked crimson blood from his skin, not even when his entire limb thrummed with agony. I lick my lips and turn my head slightly so that he can brace himself up on one elbow and kiss me. His tongue probes gently into my mouth, our lips crashing together as we moan and growl in shared pleasure. He slides the tattooed arm down the front of my writhing form, two fingers outstretched to sink into the soft, slick folds of my flower.

“Oh my god,” I whimper wantonly. “That feels… so good.”

“I know, malyshka. I know. Your little pussy is so wet for me, for your daddy,” Vladimir snarls fiendishly. “You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?”

I nod slowly, my lips parted to let out a soft sigh. “Yes, sir. I was dreaming about you. About you touching me… making me feel—oh my god. So good,” I gasp.

He chuckles, the sound rolling vibrations down my body as I lie in his arms, scarcely remembering how to even breathe as his fingers find my sensitive little clit. He starts to lightly circle it with his fingertips, applying only the faintest pressure, almost teasing me. I poke out my bottom lip in a pout and he leans in to lightly bite it.

Another shockwave of incredible bliss rockets through my body and I can’t help but roll my hips in tandem with his fingers, urging him to touch me more, touch me harder. He massages my clit in perfect rhythm, my breaths coming short and ragged as I get closer and closer to orgasm. Tears prickle in the corners of my eyes, my whole body starting to shake.

“Do you deserve to come, little girl?” Vladimir hisses.

I nod vigorously. “Oh, yes. Yes, please. Give it… to me…”

“Do you want me to fuck you, Autumn?” he asks in a low growl.

“I do. I need it,” I whimper, my legs trembling. I can feel his massive cock pressing hard against my ass as he rocks into me, every now and then the engorged head brushing lightly over my aching opening. I want him inside of me. Now.

“Say it. Say the words,” he demands in a whisper.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I reply desperately. “Please fuck my tight little pussy. I belong to you. I’m all yours. Take me. Please.”

Evidently, I have struck upon the magic word. Because after that, Vladimir grunts as he repositions himself slightly. He lifts my leg up and pulls it back slightly, hooking over his hip while he guides the head of his twitching member to my hole. I hold my breath, trembling with the overwhelming need to be filled up and fucked mercilessly.

I’m in luck. This time, he doesn’t make me wait.

He slides deftly inside of me, both of us groaning and shuddering with intense delight as his cock is fully sheathed within me. He does not start slowly. Within seconds, Vladimir is already pistoning into me hard and fast, his cock pulsing inside of my clenched cunny as I cry out and buck against him. He slips one arm down underneath me, poking a finger into my mouth for me to suck on while I moan and give in to the waves of pleasure mingled with just that perfect, delicious edge of pain. His cock slides in and out of me, striking deep within my pussy with every stroke while his other hand drapes over me to massage my clit.

I suck on his fingers eagerly, loving the sensation of Vladimir plugging two of my holes at once. He fucks me fast and deep, slamming into my precious, sweet spot every single time without fail. It’s like he knows precisely how to move, how to angle it so that I receive the maximum amount of pleasure possible. He’s a genius, fucking me with all the passion of a poet and the understanding of a great philosopher. I am overwhelmed with the enticing knowledge that he is in total control of me. He can do whatever he wants with my body, and I will let him.

“Oh, Daddy,” I gasp as he fucks me faster and faster, slamming into me without holding back at all. Finally, I feel him start to tense up around me.

“I’m going to come, malyshka. Do you deserve it?” he growls.

I nod and suck on his fingers harder. “Yes. Oh yes. Please,” I mumble around his fingers.

“I am going to come, and you will, too. At the same time. On the count of three. Can you do that for me, little girl?” he commands.

“Yes! Yes, oh god. Yes!” I burst out breathlessly.

“Da. Very good girl. One,” he starts, slamming into me even harder so that I’m seeing stars. “Two… and three.”

“Oh my god! I’m coming!” I exclaim breathily, my entire body convulsing with pleasure as I feel my orgasm collide with his. I feel his cock explode inside of me, pumping every last precious drop of his sticky seed inside my clenching, aching hole. He holds me tight, rubbing my clit through the aftershocks so that I come again and again in rapid succession, until finally I go totally limp in his arms, totally spent.

Vladimir kisses me softly on the lips and then gets out of bed, stretching. I roll over so as to go after him but he holds up a hand to stop me. “No, no. Stay there, Autumn. Stay in bed. Be comfortable. I have to attend to something on deck,” he says gently.

“But I… I want to be with you,” I pout.

He smiles and cups my cheek in his hand. I lean into the warmth of his palm.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be far. I have to bring the ship into port,” he explains, stepping away to pull on his clothes. My stomach twists with anxiety.

“Port? We’re going into a harbor?” I ask.

“Da,” he answers simply.

“But why? Are you going somewhere? Are you taking me somewhere? Are you going to give me away? I-I don’t want to go, Vladimir. I want to stay with you,” I protest.

“Everything is just fine, little one. I promise. All is well. I just have some business to take care of. Supplies to get,” he explains.

“But… why can’t I go with you, then?” I sigh.

“Because, my sweet princesa, it will be dangerous. There are bad men here who will be looking for… for me. And that means you are not safe. I will not allow any harm to come to you, okay? That much I can assure you,” he says firmly.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll stay here, I guess, and just wait for you to return. But can you at least tell me where you’re going? Where are we, Vladimir? What port?” I press him.

As he strides toward the door to leave, he glances back at me and smiles again, more mischievously this time. “Greece,” he replies, and closes the door behind him.