After a hearty breakfast in the morning, a nice hot shower with Christian, an hour with Catching Fire while he resolved some business calls, and a healthy lunch out in the backyard, Christian had decided to take me out on a little cruise. He had Taylor drop us off at the marina in the late afternoon and we strolled hand in hand towards his yacht, lifting my hand now and then to meet his lips. I grinned bashfully every time it happened. Jeez, I must've blushed over a gazillion times just from the stroll alone. We finally stopped and he acquainted me with his yacht.
"This is your yacht?" I exclaimed in astonishment, struck by the style and size of the sports yacht docked in front of us. It was huge. Bigger than my house huge. Like approximately 50ft in length huge. And sleek. Wow.
"Yes. Come," he ushered me by my hip. My leg was experiencing shock itself. It didn't want to budge until Christian pulled me a little rougher almost dragging me with him.
After boarding the yacht, Christian insisted on giving me a quick tour. First up was the tour of the flybridge consisted of off-white leather seating, then the main deck where more leather seating were used. The galley consisted of mahogany wood and marble counter top with all top-notch appliances. Everything on this level was customized to his liking. We then descended down to the lower deck to check out the two guest cabins and last but not least was the piece de resistance which was the stateroom, minimally decorated but still made a big statement. Light blues and silk greys collaborated and in harmony with one another. Original artwork lavished the walls and completed the room. I perused the cabin inscrutably, hiding the excitement flourishing inside of me. A whole day with Christian afloat on a boat was nothing I'd ever thought of.
"What do you think, Ana? Would you be comfortable sleeping in here?"
"We're spending a night on this yacht?" I sounded surprised turning to him, mainly because I was. Not only was I going to spend a whole day on a yacht with this Greek god, a whole night was also thrown in for good measure.
"Just for the night," he told me.
"It's nice," I approved with a humble smile.
"I knew you'd like it." He inched in, close enough for me to take in his familiar scent. The smell that maintained my lively spirit. Bending down, he pressed his lips over mine and we engaged in a gentle and passionate tongue on tongue action. He snaked his hands around my hips then merged them over my behind, pushing my belly against his groin. The night of our lovemaking played over in my head: his warm mouth over my clit, his playful tongue, his thick cock up inside me, in and out, filling me to a euphoric high, the sound of his sexual release... It's making me horny and it doesn't help that he's kneading my ass, slipping his fingers between the apex of my thighs stimulating me furthermore. Our breathing became heavier and heavier until he snapped out and retracted back to regain some air. I did the same; he wasn't the only one deprived of air.
"We need to set sail," was his excuse. "Otherwise we'll never make it out of this room."
"Okay," I agreed, though I'd rather resume where we left off.
"You could change into something more comfortable if you want." He pulled open the mahogany dresser drawer. There's a couple pairs of bikini tops and bottoms and a white crochet dress cover-up. Boy, he plans everything doesn't he. "Meet me up on the flybridge when you're ready."
"Okay," I nodded in assent, and he left me to my privacy. Smiling with anticipation, I rid of my shorts and crop top then put on the sexy but simple blue two-piece bikini that stood out from the rest.
Entering the flybridge, I found Christian sitting behind the helm pressing all these buttons to start up the motor. To my delight, he's shirtless and oozing with sex appeal. His taut bicep and forearm flexed as he worked the control buttons so effortlessly. God, I could watch those arms in action all day. He turned his head, glancing my way, and froze in his seat once he saw the little number on me. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, eying me with carnal desire. That made it even harder for me to approach him. His smoldering stare left me nervous and aroused at the same time. I wished he would turn away. How was I supposed to balance my walk if he's eying me like that? Why did he still have that affect on me? For goodness sake, it's not like he hasn't seen me naked already. Jeez, stop over-thinking and just walk to him. So I did; slowly, just so I wouldn't make a fool out of myself and trip over my flip flops.
"You look nice," he said impassively once I reached the helm.
"Thanks," I responded coolly although inside my heart was pumping vigorously.
"Here," his hand guided my hip to sit over his lap and I tucked my legs between his thighs. With his arms wrapped snugly around my waist, he trailed kisses over my shoulder and gave me a light nip, causing me to twitch. "You smell good."
Smiling elatedly, "It's called 'Grey Seduction'," I joked, reveling in the sensation brought on my his sensual touch.
"Mmm. My kind of perfume," he grinned with pride against my skin.
"I thought so." I chuckled and he mirrored along.
"Are you ready to explore the world?"
"We're exploring the world?" I marveled at the idea.
"Well, not literally. More like the bay..." he clarified amusingly. "Are you disappointed?"
"Never. As long as it's with you I'll explore any body of water."
"Then it's set. The bay it is," he concluded brightly.
"Can I help?" The control panel looked confusing, but I was curious to see what each of the buttons could do.
"Of course." He placed my hands over the wheel and instructed me how to steer, with his guidance hands of course. Before we knew it we were out cruising across the beautiful Gardiners Bay. Christian identified and pointed out landmarks surrounding the body of water. There's the privately owned Gardiners Island, nestled within Gardiners Bay, Montauk Point lighthouse which was the first lighthouse built in New York City, and was still active, and the popular tourist attraction, Block Island. Abundance of sailboats sail along the land, swaying with the direction of the wind. It's truly breathtaking.
After two hours into our excursion, Christian anchored the boat just a short distant from Block Island, and we settled on the flybridge, lounging on the cushions, basking in the sun.
"Is this what you usually do when you vacation here?" I asked, lying beside him, my arm strewn across his torso. His arms were folded and tucked behind his head.
"Most of the time," he said, shutting his eyes under his shades.
"The view is mesmerizing." I dipped my chin atop his chest and gazed at his carefree face. "I see how people could get lost in this place... It's so quiet... I could hear myself think."
"I'm glad you agreed to come with me. This trip wouldn't be as enjoyable without you."
"Well, thank you for having me here."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He pulled forward and pecked my forehead. "You wanna go for a dip?" I jerked my head right away and he chuckled at my enthusiastic response. "Come." We pushed ourselves up from our lazy mode and made our way down to the main deck.
Standing on the edge of the stern, we held hands readily before I prompted him, "On a count of three."
"One," he began with a smirk.
"Two."
"Three!" We plunged into the frigid water, sinking into the deep blue sea. My mind was numb from the drop in temperature, but I felt warm due to Christian's hand still gripping onto mine. That feeling was cut short as he released my hand so we could both resurface above the water. My head popped up first then his a few seconds later. Playfully, I splashed water at him and swam off, but he chased after, administering his breaststroke skills to hunt me down. Good luck with that. Swimming was one of my favorite pastime, and I was pretty competitive in the water. Executing the crawl, I swam as far away from him as possible. Soon enough I lost him in the open water.
"Christian," I called treading water and spun a 360 in search of him. He's disappeared. Where the hell did he go? "Christian," apprehension washed over me. A million of worst case scenarios cluttered my mind. "Christian, it's not funny...stop messing around." Nothing. No answer. And the panicking began. I looked towards the boat and decided to swim to solid surface when Christian leaped out from under the water before me, startling me to death. "Christian!" I scolded and thrashed his chest fiercely as he chuckled playfully. Furious with his antics, I went straight for the yacht.
"Ana," he called, worrisome. I didn't slow down. "Ana!" Disregarding his calls, I made it to the yacht and latched myself onto the handrail anchored to the stern. I was huffing and puffing and in the process of pulling myself up when Christian seized my waist, "Ana," and stopped me in my tracks. My poisonous blues met his greys as I turned around and snapped at him.
"Let go of me."
"I didn't mean to frighten you." He looked contrite.
"That was fucked up," I let him have it.
"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd react that way."
"How did you think I was going to react? You scared the shit out of me. You have no idea what was going on in my head when you were initiating you're stupid stunt." My eyes started welling up and I wrestled to blink it dry. "I thought I'd lost you. And for a moment there I thought you might've...committed suicide by drowning yourself." I could barely utter out my worst nightmare.
"I would never do such a thing," he said to ease my mind. "I would never impose that type of burden on you... Please don't cry, Ana." He kissed my eyelid in hopes of alleviating my concern. "It won't happen again. It was a stupid move. I thought it would be fun."
"Fun?" I questioned adversely.
He sighed. "It's been so long since I've felt this liberated. It was just a spur of the moment."
"Well..." I sniffled. "You shouldn't take it too far. Something could've happened to you."
"I know. I should have known better. I won't do anything to trouble you again. I promise. Forgive me?"
I nodded tentatively, still partly upset by his imprudent move. He wiped the little spill that I hadn't notice spiraling down my cheeks. "You're just as adorable when you cry." He gazed at me fondly and then closed the gap between us, claiming my lips. "And your lips are extra soft." His kiss deepened and suddenly every negative thoughts prior to this waned and renewed my trust in him again. Breaking our lips, he embraced me warmly and whispered into my ear, "Thank you for this. For everything you've done for me...your concern for my well-being. I don't know what I would've done without you..." He sighed crestfallen. "I hate to see you mad. I never wanna see you cry again. You've done so much for me it hurts to see you cry. You're everything to me, Ana. Without you, I'd be lost again." And with those words, it had me gripping on to him a little longer, a little tighter. Just so he understood how much he means to me. That even without his wife, he deserved to be loved.
We held on for what seemed like eternity when Christian asked, "Are you thirsty?" and broke the long silence. I nodded weakly over his shoulder. "I'll make us something to drink."
"Okay," I said quietly.
He helped me up onto the yacht and then hoisted himself up with one quick pull. As he vanished into the galley, I sprawled outside on the chaise lounge chair and mellowed out under the sun, obliterating everything that had happened a moment ago.
Ten minutes later I awoke from Christian's shadow casting over me, clutching two glasses of beverage.
"How's the sun treating ya?" he smiled down on me.
"Mmm..." I hummed, fluttering my eyes alert. I must've fallen asleep from the sunbathing. It's impossible not to snooze when the weather was calm and warm breeze whisked gingerly against my skin. Stretching lightly, I pushed myself to sit upright. Christian took a seat beside me and handed me a glass of pink strawberry lemonade made with fresh strawberry. I sipped it delightfully. Yum.
"You said you're a klutz in the kitchen. This drink doesn't prove it otherwise."
"It's pre-made."
"Oh," I uttered to myself, but still gave him an appreciative smile, and we both sipped our drinks casually. Just then the sound of Christian's cellphone reverberated from the saloon, and he strode inside to answer the call.
"Yes. She's here with me, Ray," Christian spoke into his phone as he returned. Dad? Shit. What time was it? He was expecting a call from me. Christian passed the phone my way.
"Hi, Dad," I greeted nonchalantly, disguising fret.
"What's wrong with your phone, Annie?" He questioned, disgruntled.
"Nothing's wrong with my phone," I responded honestly. It's left in my bag in the stateroom.
"Then why didn't you answer your phone? In fact, why didn't you call me like you had promised?" I choked up, unable to evoke an excuse. "Annie."
"I- I forgot," I stammered. "I'm sorry, dad."
He sighed exasperatedly. "Annie. We talked about this. You said you'd call me everyday around this time to ensure me of your safety."
"Yes. I know dad-"
"Then why didn't you call me?"
"I forgot," I stressed.
"You forgot." I sensed the rage building from his subtle tone of voice. "Even after the long discussion we had prior to this trip, you suddenly just- forgot." He raised his patronizing tone, "You know I regretted my decision the moment I granted you the permission to fly with Christian to New York. But I trusted you to do your part and follow through with your promises, that's why I permitted you to join him. You being thousands of miles away doesn't sit well with me, Annie. I have no control over anything that happens to you in New York. All I could do is hope that you come home safely and that you make it back in one piece."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear it," his voice silenced me. I choked back my tears as Christian watched me intently, growing concerned by the second. He didn't need to see me like this. I ambled away and gazed at the sea, stifling my urge to retort back. "You broke our trust, Annie."
"Yes. I know," I admitted guiltily. Ray continued his lecture, reminding me to be on my guard and keep my distance from Christian. Although he respected Christian as a boss, he doesn't trust him just like how he had never trusted any guy who fawned after me. If he only knew what we'd been doing behind his back. A part of me wanted to tell him that I lost my virginity to his boss and it was the best fucking decision I had ever made. That fucking him was my only intention to come to New York. But another part of me refused to speak up in fear of hurting him. He'd been through so much already the last thing he needed was to invest his concern over my sexual venture. After venting his frustration out on me, he told me he missed me and loved me very much. We ended the call on a good note, but he warned me not to forget again otherwise Christian would bore the brunt of the consequences.
Sighing miserably at the sea, Christian came from behind and enclosed his arms around me. "Is everything okay?" He asked warily, sensing the anxiety flooding over me. I spun despondently in his arms and met his eyes. "Tell me, Ana."
"My dad was never this overprotective of me," I told Christian as I laid my cheek on his chest, my body under his arm, both of us sitting on the couch in the saloon. His heartbeat was my form of solace.
"Then what started it?"
"A car struck me." The accident felt fresh in my mind. "It wasn't critical, but it was enough to frighten my dad. Ever since then he would always keep a watchful eye on me."
"What happened?"
"It started about five years ago after my mother left us. I don't think I need to go into detail to why she left us. You probably heard it from my dad."
"Yes. I'm aware to why she left."
"Well, at the moment I didn't understand why she left. I couldn't accept it... We were a wholesome family. At least I thought we were a wholesome family." I sighed, reminiscing the last time my parents and I were having a nice dinner around our table. "After she ran off with the other man, I cried... Every night I cried, praying she would return." My eyes watered. "Then one night I thought I heard her voice. The sound of her giggling. So I followed it. I followed it downstairs. But she wasn't there. So I went outside through the front door. I swore I could hear her giggling. It was faint but it was there. So I kept on following her voice. I called out for her. It was around midnight, I think... It was quiet...and dark. I was crossing the street when a car came out of nowhere. The driver slammed the brakes and I heard a screeching sound and turned to see two headlights beaming straight at me. And then I blacked out.
Christian took a deep breath and tightened his arms around me for consolation. "How could you be so careless?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. I wasn't fully conscious at the moment. Luckily, the injury was minor. But ever since then my dad became strict over me. He'd always want to know where I was going or what I was doing. He refused to let me out late at night. He refrained me from certain activities. He was suffocating me. There's time when I had to sneak out just to seize a moment of freedom." And now that I thought about it. Ray was just like Christian in the sense that loving someone meant controlling their every waking day.
"He's just looking out for you, Ana. He's a parent. It's his responsibility."
"I know. I know he meant well, but I just want to be free. Free from restraint. Free to do whatever I want. Free to live," I said vehemently. "His possession over me is overwhelming. Sometimes I just wanna run away."
"You'd only hurt him by doing so."
"Which is the only reason I stayed... I've always dreamt of moving out and finding my own place. Live on my own."
"Bad idea. I'd be worried about you living alone."
Retracting from his arms, I straightened in my seat. "Then what do you suggest I do?" Live with you? That option crossed my mind occasionally but I knew it was too far-fetched with his divorce not finalized and all.
"Maybe I could have a chat with him. Talk him into relenting."
"He'll never listen to you."
"I'm his boss. He'll listen to me. Besides, my line of work requires a lot of convincing. I'm sure I could persuade him to reevaluate the situation and give you some space."
"Thank you," I smiled appreciatively.
"My pleasure."
"I owe you."
He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it affectionately, "You gave me plenty." His tongue darted out and licked my middle finger in a teasing manner that left me shivering. He smirked suggestively. But with Ray on my mind, the last thing I wanted was to see his image while fucking Christian.
"Are you hungry?" I digressed.
"For you?" He's still kissing my fingers.
"Christian, I'm hungry." He processed my words. Instantly, he dropped what he's doing and sprang up.
"You're hungry?" He asked attentively.
"Starvin'," I admitted. And with that, he headed toward the galley and fired up the grill. Rummaging through the fridge, he pulled out two slabs of rib-eyes. "Can I help?" I asked expectantly, joining him in the galley.
"I insist. With my skills it'll be a blessing if I didn't burn the meat," he waved the tongs right in front of me.
"I'll take that," I snatched the tongs from his grip and flexed it together. "You'll be my sous chef."
"Okay, chef," he played along, swatting my butt. I giggled as I appraised the cut of beef.
Although I should wait 20 minutes for the steaks to return to room temperature I was too hungry to bother waiting. I laid them over the grill as my sous chef lined the asparagus beside them. Twelve minutes later the steak was grilled to perfection and we sat at the dining table enjoying our meal with Michael Buble "Haven't Met You Yet" and all his other hits lightly playing in the background. After the delicious dinner, we hung out on the stern, dunked our legs into the water and chatted as we waited for the sun to set. We weren't the only one enjoying the scenery as many of the sailboats were still afloat in the sea and people emerged from their cabin to view the sunset with us. Christian couldn't steer his eyes off me as the light from the sun casts upon me.
"God, you're so beautiful, Ana." He took my chin and lifted my face to meet his gaze, scrutinizing my features under the golden light. "So mesmerizing." He leaned forward and kissed my jaw, my neck, and the sensitive spot behind my ear. My lips parted, releasing a soft moan. The sight of the sun on the horizon, Christian's attention on me, and the overall atmosphere had me yearning for his body. "I want you, Ana," he whispered into my ear, flicking my earlobe. Yes. Yes, I want you too. "Go inside and wait for me." I pulled back and studied his eyes. They're burning with lust, intense desire to fuck me. Pulling my legs out of the water, I pushed myself up onto my feet and gave Christian a knowing look then turned my heels and padded down the steps to the lower deck, tugging on my bikini strings and let the fabric flow off my body as I entered our cabin and played the waiting game. Five. Ten. Nope. Twenty grueling minutes later, Christian finally entered the cabin with nothing on besides a devilish smirk and a glorious erection in dire need of a release. Somehow I felt the wait was intentional. And it worked. I was dripping wet for him.
"How does it feel?" Christian questioned me after lowering myself down to straddle over him, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Good," I breathed, securing my arms around his neck.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little." He grasped my bare hips, hindering me from lifting upward. My eyes widened in confusion.
"Don't hurt yourself," he uttered solicitously.
"I won't," I reassured him. He tentatively loosened his grip and I began to move, using my knees to push my hips up slowly, losing our connection three-quarters of the way before pushing back down and sheathing him once again. Oh, fuck. Pleasure and pain never felt so good. His cock was just as big and foreign as the night before, but riding on top of him had a different effect on me. Like I was in control of my body, in control of our pleasure.
"Ana." His groans made me wetter as I pushed up and dropped down again, gyrating my hips to adjust myself around him.
"You like that, Christian?" I whimpered and repeated the process. Up and down.
"Yes," he hissed, his face twisted with pleasure. That expression alone kept me going and I picked up my pace, pounding on him a little harder.
"Fuck!" His arms closed around me, all ten fingers digging into my back.
"Christian," I breathed out his name. He buried his fingers in my hair before yanking it back, exposing my neck. Trailing wet kisses down my neck and collarbone, his hot mouth caught my nipple and sucked hard.
"God, you taste so fucking good." He took hold of both breasts and squeezed them in his strong hands all the while sucking them fervently, alternating nipples. His mouth worked simultaneously with his cock magnifying the sensation coursing through my system and I threw my head back as waves of pleasure struck me at an all time high.
My body craved more with every pump. Faster and faster he led me bouncing on his lap. His mouth covered mine and his kiss became feral, wild, and intense. My body started convulsing, and he sensed it.
"Come for me, baby," he urged, holding on to my hips as he thrusts higher and deeper inside of me, filling me to the hilt. I held on tight, grinding on him before I groaned loudly and came all over his thick cock. After one, two, three more pumps, he stilled inside of me and grunted his own wave of release, heaving against my limped frame. He fell back on the mattress, taking me along with him, then rolled me on to my back and pulled out. I winced and then grinned as he looked at me with sheer devotion.
"That was amazing," he proclaimed in awe and then huffed out again, "You are fucking amazing." His eyes drank me in as he gazed speechless, thinking, pondering, contemplating... I had no idea what's on his mind, but a semblance of hope and love had him kissing me all over the place.
"You missed a spot," I giggled, pointing to my cheek. He kissed it. Pointing to my nose, "Don't forget this spot." He kissed it also. "And last but not least," I pointed to my lips.
"I could never miss this spot," he claimed my lips and we giggled as we continued to frolic in bed as the sun continued to set through the window pane.
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