I glance at her lush tits pushing through the mesh, and suggest, "It looks good on you. Maybe you should go topless?"
She glances down and smirks. "Or maybe I shouldn't wear anything under it."
My dick twitches. "You're the queen."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, you can do whatever you want," I assert.
She tilts her head and stares at me.
"What's the look for?"
"Do you roam around this big yacht naked all the time?"
I smile. "No."
"Never?"
"No."
She biteson her smile.
I ask, "Is that what you want to do? Stroll all over the place while strutting your sexy ass in front of the staff?"
She puts her finger on my chest and drags it between my pecs, replying, "I bet we'd be the talk of The Underworld, huh? Tons of rumors would go flying around about us."
I blurt out, "Only if the people speaking the rumors want to get beheaded."
She looks at me, as if trying to decide if I'm serious.
I add, "I'm not joking, Fiona. You're the queen. I'm the king. If anyone speaks of you inappropriately, I'll behead them in front of the entire membership."
The color drains from her cheeks.
I open a drawer of bathing suits. "Wear one of these or nothing at all. Anything that happens on this ship is between you and me. No one else will breathe a word about it."
She takes deep breaths, studying me.
I continue, "Your call. Are we putting on suits or not?"
She hesitates, then pulls a gold bikini out of the drawer. "I guess I'll put this on...for now." She gives me another suggestive look.
I try to ignore my hard-on and open another drawer. I pull out a pair of red swim trunks.
She snatches another one and holds it in front of me. "Wear this one."
I shrug. "Okay. But is something wrong with the other one?"
She shakes her head. "No. It's totally in. But this one matches mine."
I try to stop my grin. "You want us to match?"
"Yeah. It's kind of sexy, isn't it?" A flush creeps into her cheeks.
I lean down, give her a chaste kiss, and grab the gold suit. "Whatever you say, my wife."
She keeps her eyes pinned on mine, and her smile grows.