“Do you come out here often?”
“You mean with my submissives?”
“Yes.”
“Never,” I tell her honestly. “The owner has a strict policy about people staying indoors. She doesn’t like people to wander outside in the throes of passion.”
“I get it,” Macie says. “This place is great because it’s discreet, right? It wouldn’t do anyone any favors to have someone get arrested for public indecency.”
“Well, no one’s looking right now,” I tell her. “It’s dark. We’re alone. Anything could happen.”
“Like you giving me the orgasm you denied me?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Would you like that?”
She turns to me, keeping one hand on the rail. “I’m not sure.”
“You aren’t sure if you’d like an orgasm?”
“I’ve never…you know…with a stranger before.”
“I’m not a stranger anymore.”
“You sort of are.”
“And we’re not going to have sex, Macie.”
“Oh.”
“You look disappointed.” I lift her chin with my finger. “Do you want to have sex with me tonight, Macie?”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She nods, but doesn’t speak. Brave little thing, isn’t she? I know she’s completely out of her element. I get it. This isn’t the type of thing she normally does. This isn’t the sort of place she typically frequents. Macie is a good girl, through-and-through.
I don’t mean that she’s innocent or that she isn’t kinky because Macie is definitely, totally kinky. She just hasn’t had the right man to show her the ropes yet. No, I mean that Macie has a good heart. She’s kind, and it shows. She might be new to this whole world, but she’s going to be just fine in it.
“Trust me, beautiful. I would love to show you exactly what I can make you feel. I would love to be the man in your fantasy bending you over the kitchen counter, making you come all over my cock. I would love that, but it can’t be tonight.”
“But we’re already breaking the rules being out here,” she whispers. “Why can’t we break them a little bit more?”
“Not tonight,” I tell her. “Tonight, just let me make you feel. Turn back around.”
She turns around and faces the water. There are several other boats docked nearby, but no people. It’s too late for that. Anyone docking their vessel here has either gone to bed below deck for the night or gone home. Either way, we’re totally alone in the moonlight, totally alone out here.
And it’s wonderful.
I run my hands down her shoulders. She quivers beneath my touch, and I trace her skin gently.
“Now that you’ve seen a little bit of Anchored, what are your thoughts? Is it different than you expected?” I move my hands to her belly, wrapping my arms around her.
“A little,” she admits.
“Tell me how.” Slowly, my hands trace circles on her stomach, and Macie leans back into me.
“I thought it would be scarier.”
“Whips and chains?”
“Basically.”