All Aboard (Anchored 3)

“You watch too many movies,” I say, and move my hands slowly, slowly toward her breasts. I cup them over her shirt, and she lets out a soft little moan.

“Or maybe not enough.”

“Has anyone ever touched you like this? Out in the open?”

“Never.”

“But you enjoy it.” It’s not a question, and she doesn’t respond. She just rests against me and allows me to touch her. I wonder how this girl isn’t married off yet. How could anyone get tired of touching her? She’s funny and interesting, and she’s captured my attention faster than she should have.

“How did you find out about Anchored?” She asks. Her breathing has deepened, and I slip one of my hands down the top of her tank to play with her nipples. They’re hard and beaded, ready for me.

“Oh, I’ve been here since the beginning.”

“Is that right? You’ve known you were a Dom for a long time, huh?”

“It’s something that’s always interested me, yes.”

“But you aren’t married.”

“I’m a divorce attorney,” I whisper in her ear. “Marriage isn’t for me.”

“Did you get your heart broken?” I don’t want to break the spell of the moment, but she’s so soft and sweet. How can I deny answering this?

“On the contrary,” I tell her. “I’ve never let anyone close enough to break my heart.”

“Sounds lonely,” she murmurs.

“My best friend went through a nasty divorce,” I tell her. “I was there for the whole thing. I saw how someone he cared so deeply for could hurt him so badly. It turned me off to the whole marriage thing, I’m afraid.”

“That must have been difficult.”

“It was.”

I don’t talk about Zack’s divorce very often. There’s not much of a point. His ex isn’t someone I enjoy thinking about or talking about. She’s not the type of person I want to be associated with. She took his heart and crushed it.

“You know,” Macie suddenly turns around and presses her hands against my chest. “I know what you’re doing. You want to pleasure me out here in the open. You want to make me come. You want to give me the orgasm of a lifetime.”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“Yeah,” she bites her lip nervously, and then she drops to her knees and reaches for my pants. “Maybe it’s time you let someone take care of you, Master Tony.”

Chapter 7

Macie

I’m not this girl.

I’m not wild or crazy or bold, but the word Master slips out of my mouth like I know what I’m doing, like this isn’t my first time. Somehow, when I’m near Tony, he makes me feel like I’m not completely inexperienced in this.

So I undo his pants, and I bring his cock to my mouth. I don’t take the time to look at it or appreciate it or oogle it. I’m much too busy sliding it down my throat for any of that. He makes a noise of appreciation and surprise, but he lets me touch him. He lets me play with him.

Tony doesn’t tell me this isn’t appropriate. He doesn’t say, “You’re too good for this.” He doesn’t tell me our first time together should be special. He just goes with it, and I’m glad. For once in my life, I’m just letting go of everything that holds me back, and I feel free.

We’re outside of Anchored. We’re on deck, and I know that if anyone looked over at us, we’d be hidden in the shadows, but it’s still a rush. What if the moonlight falls just so, and someone can see me here? What if some random person is walking around the harbor at night and watches us? The idea of being observed, even by a stranger, excites me more than it should.

There’s a part of me that knows I should be embarrassed of myself. I should be ashamed of this behavior, but I’m not, and when I look up at Tony, I know that he’s not, either.

“You’re fucking incredible, Macie. Your sweet mouth feels so damn good on me.”