Obedience (part eleven) - the pirates

March 17

It had been a stunning cruise.

The natural light had thawed you from the stress and cold beautifully; and every stop had led to gifts and friends. You’d even tackled your to be read pile, sighing in satisfaction near the pool. Theo, of course, had been everywhere, exploring the ship, carrying your parcels, and genuinely making the trip more enjoyable.

The sunlight had lightened his hair, darkened his skin. His eyes stood out, crinkled at the corners from smiling so often. If you hadn’t seen him, masterfully brooding, a flogger in his hand, you’d never have believed it of this charming companion. Only the day collar, your moonstone, revealed your secret. It had become a habit to trace it lovingly, ***ly, unaware of the effect it had on him.

That night, he took you to a club. You danced and drank and smiled at him, completely and utterly safe until your foot hit the dock. He suggests a drink at the pirate-themed bar, and you easily agree. The foreign stars sing above you.

Your drink orders taken, you realize with a start you’re the only patrons there. Aside from the waiters, all dressed in their costumes, you’re alone.

“Undress for them,” says Theo, and you shiver despite the heat. “Now.”

You do, your skimpy dress and bra dripping to the floor. A pirate comes behind you and kisses your neck, running his hands over your sides. A second settles to his knees before you, licking your clit carefully. A third reaches out to play with your breasts…

Manacles take your tan wrists; you’re lowered onto a table. One pirate fucks your throat, moaning, his scent of the sea. Two more quickly takes your other holes as you moan and struggle automatically, but there are so many. Before long, you’re in blind pleasure.

It’s only then they pour red wax upon your nipples, as they whip your stomach. The crew continues to fuck you, carefully donning protection each time, raising your legs to hit that special spot. You orgasm again and again, aware that master is instructing the men.

When they’re done, Theo carefully helps you back to your spacious cabin. He lowers you into a hot bath, gently cleaning you, praising you with every word. Your canopied bed awaits.

You kiss him once, whisperingly soft, before you fall asleep, his warm arms wrapped around you, and all is well.