down on a woman. He must have had a lot of practice.
She shoved the idea out of her head as soon as it formed. So what if Ryan had been around? Richard said Ryan had been out of circulation for a long time. He was back in circulation now, and with her. She might be naïve, but she wasn’t stupid. Ryan wanted her and she wanted him, desperately. Waking in his arms this afternoon; she’d seen a side of him she hadn’t seen before. He’d been tender and solicitous. He’d pampered her and treated her like a cherished possession. His arousal had been evident, but he’d asked nothing for himself, had actually turned down her offer to give him relief. Instead, he’d told her in great detail what she’d looked like during an orgasm. Of course, all he’d seen had been her pussy, but he’d described her face as if he instinctively knew what she’d looked like, as if he’d committed her face to memory. She’d fallen in love with Ryan in that moment.
Allen had always rolled over and gone to sleep the minute he finished ejaculating, whether she’d been finished or not. Candace doubted he could describe her face at any time, much less when she came.
Ryan had held her while she slept off the tremendous exertion of her orgasm, and he’d created an image for her, an image of passion and fulfillment. An image she would carry with her the rest of her life.
* * * *
He felt like a voyeur, hell, he was a voyeur. When the cabin steward called to report the successful delivery of the vibrator, Ryan turned on the cabin camera to see Candace’s reaction. He hoped he wasn’t pushing her too far, too soon, with the role-playing, especially in light of what her asshole of a fiancé had said to her not so long ago. He prayed the anticipation factor would outweigh the small humiliations he had in store for her.
The camera lens had been fuzzy, he’d have to have someone see to that, but he’d seen enough. He already owed her two spankings, one for taking too long to insert the device, and another for keeping him waiting.
* * * *
Ryan waited for her outside Triton, one of several small restaurants onboard that were by reservation only. Candace stopped in her tracks when she saw him standing there in a dark suit, looking every inch a successful businessman. What does he do for a living? They hadn’t discussed their lives outside the fantasy of the Lothario . Ryan looked at ease in the suit, as if it was an outward exhibit of the power he wielded on a daily basis. It fit him to perfection, showing off his broad shoulders and trim hips. He’d tamed his hair and shaved. Her heart somersaulted and she forgot to breathe. A familiar tingle jolted her into action and she closed the distance between them.
“I’m a busy man. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Ryan’s authoritative tone told her the role-playing had all ready begun. It no longer mattered that she didn’t know much about him. She focused instead on assuming her submissive role.
“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time,” she said, using best meek voice.
“We’re having dinner with Richard and Captain Whittier, but first let’s take a walk out on the deck.”
Candace let him slide his arm around her waist and steer her through the double doors and out onto the twilight lit deck. They strolled together for several minutes in silence. Another couple passed them going in the opposite direction, eyeing them in their costumes, but saying nothing. Ryan pulled her close to the bulkhead and swung around so his back faced the ocean.
“On your knees.” Ryan placed his hand flat on the top of her head and pushed until Candace dropped to her knees between him and the wall. “Unzip me.”
Candace glanced around Ryan to see if they were alone. The deck was deserted as most of the passengers were at dinner at that time of day. Before Ryan buzzed her again, she closed her fingers around his zipper and pulled it down.
“Take my cock out and suck it.”
She felt her
She shoved the idea out of her head as soon as it formed. So what if Ryan had been around? Richard said Ryan had been out of circulation for a long time. He was back in circulation now, and with her. She might be naïve, but she wasn’t stupid. Ryan wanted her and she wanted him, desperately. Waking in his arms this afternoon; she’d seen a side of him she hadn’t seen before. He’d been tender and solicitous. He’d pampered her and treated her like a cherished possession. His arousal had been evident, but he’d asked nothing for himself, had actually turned down her offer to give him relief. Instead, he’d told her in great detail what she’d looked like during an orgasm. Of course, all he’d seen had been her pussy, but he’d described her face as if he instinctively knew what she’d looked like, as if he’d committed her face to memory. She’d fallen in love with Ryan in that moment.
Allen had always rolled over and gone to sleep the minute he finished ejaculating, whether she’d been finished or not. Candace doubted he could describe her face at any time, much less when she came.
Ryan had held her while she slept off the tremendous exertion of her orgasm, and he’d created an image for her, an image of passion and fulfillment. An image she would carry with her the rest of her life.
* * * *
He felt like a voyeur, hell, he was a voyeur. When the cabin steward called to report the successful delivery of the vibrator, Ryan turned on the cabin camera to see Candace’s reaction. He hoped he wasn’t pushing her too far, too soon, with the role-playing, especially in light of what her asshole of a fiancé had said to her not so long ago. He prayed the anticipation factor would outweigh the small humiliations he had in store for her.
The camera lens had been fuzzy, he’d have to have someone see to that, but he’d seen enough. He already owed her two spankings, one for taking too long to insert the device, and another for keeping him waiting.
* * * *
Ryan waited for her outside Triton, one of several small restaurants onboard that were by reservation only. Candace stopped in her tracks when she saw him standing there in a dark suit, looking every inch a successful businessman. What does he do for a living? They hadn’t discussed their lives outside the fantasy of the Lothario . Ryan looked at ease in the suit, as if it was an outward exhibit of the power he wielded on a daily basis. It fit him to perfection, showing off his broad shoulders and trim hips. He’d tamed his hair and shaved. Her heart somersaulted and she forgot to breathe. A familiar tingle jolted her into action and she closed the distance between them.
“I’m a busy man. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Ryan’s authoritative tone told her the role-playing had all ready begun. It no longer mattered that she didn’t know much about him. She focused instead on assuming her submissive role.
“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time,” she said, using best meek voice.
“We’re having dinner with Richard and Captain Whittier, but first let’s take a walk out on the deck.”
Candace let him slide his arm around her waist and steer her through the double doors and out onto the twilight lit deck. They strolled together for several minutes in silence. Another couple passed them going in the opposite direction, eyeing them in their costumes, but saying nothing. Ryan pulled her close to the bulkhead and swung around so his back faced the ocean.
“On your knees.” Ryan placed his hand flat on the top of her head and pushed until Candace dropped to her knees between him and the wall. “Unzip me.”
Candace glanced around Ryan to see if they were alone. The deck was deserted as most of the passengers were at dinner at that time of day. Before Ryan buzzed her again, she closed her fingers around his zipper and pulled it down.
“Take my cock out and suck it.”
She felt her
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