Gordon slipped onto the yacht, his tuxedo a perfect fit and nary a hair out of place. He scanned the room for his mark and found hear easily, dressed in black leather straps, a mini skirt, and matching boots. The outfit left little to the imagination. Now how to get her away from her handler. That seemed easy enough as Gordon watched the younger man eyeing several other women like meat. He walked over and indicated he’d watch the woman for him if he wanted to go look. The younger man agreed and walked away with a swagger. Gordon shook his head at all the leather and leashes around him. These crazy charity auctions were so overdone. He doubted most people in the room could even tell a flogger from a tawse.
Quickly Gordon grabbed her arm and propelled her though the room, “Hey where are we…?” “Hush, I’ll explain later, but right now you’ll be safer with me Princess.” Her eyes widened. No one was supposed to know who she was anymore, she’d dyed her hair and changed her name and done her best to hide from the prying eyes of society.
Before anyone had noticed the missing woman she was gone, whisked away by this handsome stranger, they were in a secluded room at the back of the ship. It was full of all sorts of delightful instruments of the best kind of torture and the young woman gave an involuntary moan and the sight and smell of everything. Gordon chuckled softly at her response and whispered softly, “Want to play?” She spun to face him, “I don’t even know your name.” “Gordon. Gordon Abbot.” “And just what makes you think I want to play, Mr. Abbot?” Her voice wasn’t quite steady. “Well, the noise you made just now was a pretty good clue. And your breathing has accelerated as well, not to mention the sound of your voice. All of those things suggest excitement. So, shall we have some fun before I whisk you away?” He issued the challenge with a glint of humor in his eyes, never expecting the leather skirted young woman in knee high boots, and a top that was more strap than top would slowly kneel in front of him.
Gordon smiled down at her, leering just a bit and ran his fingers through her dirty blonde hair. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you Princess.” “Yes Sir.” Her voice had lost some of the breathiness it had held before to be strong and sure and he realized she was a very confident young woman. Far different from the shy, retiring girl who had run away several years ago. “Up. And strip. Leave the boots.” Adrienne complied as quickly as she could muttering her annoyance at the strappy top she had worn. Gordon laughed and took pity on her, helping to untangle her from the top. And there she stood, naked and proud her chin lifted, but her eyes cast down, Gordon’s perfect image of a submissive. And he knew he was in too deep already.
He walked around her his hand tracing around her waist gently. He pulled her back against him and told her in no uncertain terms that she would come for him, until he was done with her. She could feel his erection against her ass and dared to wiggled against him which earned her a smack that was mostly noise. Around them in other rooms they could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure and it would only serve to enhance their own. He swatted her other ass cheek just as noisily and walked over to the wall, looking for specific things. First a wartenberg wheel, followed by a blindfold, but he ignored the spanking instruments for now. He didn’t think they’d have time for a proper spanking. Hell, they didn’t really have the time for this, but it was just too tempting.
Gordon blindfolded Adrienne and tickled her sides gently making her giggle. Her laugh was infectious and he chuckled as well. Then he leaned her forward and ran the wheel up her back, first on one side of her spine then the other. She arched into it and it was clear she enjoyed the sensations. He kept running it along her skin, varying the pressure and placement before eventually abandoning it in favor of using his own hands to touch her. Reaching around her body he palmed her breasts and pinched at her nipples hard at first then easing the pressure into something softer. She moaned under his hands and twisted against him. Gordon smiled as he could smell her sex and jerked her body against his with his sharp words. “Come. Now.” And Adrienne shuddered as her body responded to the commanding tone and the sensations that had threatened to overwhelm her. Gordon’s fingers found her clit and rubbed gently drawing out her pleasure and ready to take his own. But he wasn’t done with her yet.
His strong fingers stroked her vulva before delving gently into her cunt. She whimpered as he pulled his finger away and she listened to him suck her juices from his fingers. He whispered in her ear, “You taste good.” And his two fingers dove back into her body curling upward hard against her and Adrienne moaned for him. Her wetness drenched his hand and he grinned to himself. “I didn’t tell you to come for me Princess. But it’s OK. I like it when you do. Now do it again,” he insisted as his fingers moved inside of her. And she did.
This time when he pulled his fingers away he traced them against her lips and she opened her mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. She fairly purred against his skin and it was his turn to make a low noise in the back of his throat. Quickly he shed his pants, not worrying about the rest of his clothing. He knew time was running out to get the Princess off the boat. He bent her over and his cock teased her slit before sliding into a warm home inside of her and she gasped, tightening around him and coming hard as she had yet, nearly causing him to spend himself then and there. “Princess, if you do that again you’re gonna make me come too. Would you like that?” “Yes,” she hissed and squeezed him again. He swore softly and began to fuck her hard and fast now, not wanting to wait any longer. Her body shook under the weight of his onslaught and she would find bruises on her hips later.
With a high pitched squeal she orgasmed again and her cunt muscles fluttered and squeezed at his cock as hard as they possibly could. He gave one, two more strokes, then slammed himself against her as he came, filling her with warmth. They rested together for a moment, both breathless before he pulled away from her and stood up, grabbing a couple of towels for them to clean up. He was all business again. “Get dressed. We have to go.”