I took a sip of wine and placed the glass on the table before replying. “And?”
“I have known your father for many years and he knows that I would not lie to him about anything. Of course, the truth about one of his sons is delicate so I had to choose my words carefully. He knew that you stayed on with me after the summer season ended so I assumed that he surmised that we were involved so I could not shade the explanation to mislead him away from what he already knew or at least suspected,” he said quietly. “I told him that you seduced me and threatened to expose me to the owner if I didn’t give you preferential treatment and a free place to stay over the winter.”
I nearly spit out my wine before responding, “You bastard! How can you tease me like this? I almost believed you.” We then shared a good laugh at his story.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “but it seemed too good an opportunity to lighten the mood to pass up. It was cruel I admit but I couldn’t resist.”
“Okay, you had your fun so tell me, what did you say?”
“I provided a half-truth,” he said. “I told him that there was an attraction between us and at the end of the summer I acted on it, asking you to spend time with me when the boat went in for maintenance and it turned into a longer stay than anticipated. It would not be professional for a captain to start a relationship with one of the crew while in command and reputation means everything in this business so I couldn’t risk exposing myself with the whole truth to an old friend with so many connections.”
“I understand completely and feel that it was a wise choice and a good explanation,” I said. “My father asked some leading questions when I went home but never pushed too hard. I think that he cares too much for you and really loves me, so while I may have moped around for a while, he could see that I was not exhibiting any deep emotional scars so he let sleeping dogs lie.”
“He is a wise man, a good friend, and a great father from what I can tell,” Sebastian responded.
Even though we talked about our lives in the period after I returned home, I was plagued by unsettling thoughts which forced me to think more critically about the future. I kept these thoughts to myself and enjoyed my time with Sebastian for I knew that it would be over soon enough. After dinner, we went our separate ways since the Captain had work to do ensuring that the crew had the boat properly secured the boat for the night and I wanted to get some air and look at the beautiful night sky, a view that inspired artists for hundreds of years, and also call my travel agent to arrange a flight back to the states on Sunday.
I went to my stateroom a little before midnight and took a shower in preparation for bed. Sabastian sent me a text not long after I finished, asking if I wanted to join him in his cabin for a drink. It would be hard to say no to this invitation since it had been so long since we had “drinks” in his cabin before bed. I had a good sense of what would come next and I was excited, to put it mildly. I didn’t bother getting dressed but crossed the hall in a bathrobe and knocked on his door. Almost immediately, the door opened and he stood there wearing only a smile and said, “Come on in, I have been waiting patiently for you.”
“Yes, I see that,” I replied as I walked in removing my robe in the process. “It has been a long time since we met in your cabin, especially in the absence of clothing.”
The Captain pulled me to him, grabbed my head in his hands, and kissed me hard on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him and submitted to his probing tongue, moaning quietly, feeling his growing erection push into my stomach. My dick was getting hard and I wanted to feel his mouth around it, warm and wet, moving up and down for what I knew was going to be a short time before my semen exploded into his mouth. I wanted him badly and I particularly wanted to feel his stiff cock in my ass, stretching me as he pushed deep inside.
Sebastian knew me and knew what I wanted just like I knew what he wanted. We were a good match, Yin and Yang, our desires suited to each other and well balanced. “Get on the bed, bitch, face in the pillow,” he commanded. I knew the tone and I knew what was coming next. The butterflies that I used to feel in my stomach when he spoke to me like this in the past, returned with an intensity that I only vaguely remember from the first time we were together. He would not hurt me, I knew that, but he would make me feel dominated and incapable of escape. I willingly submitted and followed his commands like the docile, submissive bitch he wanted.
When I positioned myself like he wanted on his bed, I went one step further. I stretched my arms and legs toward the edges of the mattress, wondering if he would accept this offering or simply make love to me without restraint. My answer came soon enough when I felt soft cuffs being fastened to my wrists and ankles, and a clean pair of briefs being pushed into my mouth.
“Bitch remembers her place. I like that and you will be rewarded but not before you get your punishment for being presumptuous. Let’s see how much you really remember,” he said in a sinister tone.
He took some lube from the drawer next to the bed and put some on his fingers before beginning to massage the rim of my anus. He was gentle but slowly began to push his forefinger into my ass to slowly stretch the flesh and relax the muscles. Next came his middle finger and the two fingers probed deeper, stretching me even more. When he added his ring finger the size of the three fingers pushing into my ass made me whimper from the pain. I heard his voice soothing me, telling me that this is only temporary and the pain will soon be replaced by pleasure. I knew he was right but since it had been a while since anyone fucked me, I was not flexible enough to take it without some discomfort.
Slowly he withdrew his fingers and massaged my sore anus. He then put fresh lube on his cock and joined me on the bed, kneeling between my outstretched legs with his hands on my shoulders. He lowered himself until he was lying on top of me with his erect penis at the entrance to my ass. I felt his breathing and I knew that he heard mine as the intensity and sound increased. His hands slowly slid along my shoulders to my neck and I started to squirm as I felt his grip tighten. “That’s it, my dear, try to free yourself but you will soon realize that it is a futile attempt. You are not going anywhere,” he whispered. With those words, he began to push his cock into my ass as he held my throat in his hands, steadily applying pressure to let me know who was in charge.
He pushed his cock as deep as he could before pulling back almost entirely and then pushing it in again more vigorously. The intensity increased as he pounded my ass, stretching my sphincter while forcing his dick deep into my ass. This was not the gentle love-making that I expected but more akin to ‘fuck me like you hate me’ sex. Eventually, the sensations that I felt got the better of me and I began to enjoy the roughness, wanting him to push harder and deeper. I gripped the sheets and moaned as loudly as I could with the gag in my mouth. Sebastian responded to the moaning and my movements by doing exactly what I wanted as if he understood this strange language and what it signified.