Page 12 of Enslaved

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MY HAND LIFTED THE CUBAN cigar to my lips. With a glass of whiskey in hand, I watched dispassionately at the strippers spreading their legs. Through the smoky haze in the main cabin, I locked eyes with one who touched her breasts; hips undulating as she moved toward me.

She straddled my thighs with nothing but her G-string covering her slit. She pouted her silicone-injected lips as her hands yanked my tie, expecting a kiss.

“I didn’t give you permission,” my voice dripped with annoyance. “Get off.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get you off,” she cooed flicking my ear with her tongue.

“Get up.”

She straightened at my command, “What’s wrong. You can’t get it up tonight?”

“Get on your knees,” I demanded flicking my ash in a tray.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“It’s an extra five hundred for role-playing,” she smacked her lips coated in some kind of thick gloss; the type that smears all sticky to your lips, making kissing not worth it unless you want the girl. And this one reeks of cheap cologne and musky pussy.

“I’m not role playing, sweetheart. I’m the real deal.”

Her eyes widened as I leaned back on the cool leather lounger, ignoring Alex’s grunts as the other hooker sucked him off in the corner.

“I’m waiting.”

She knelt in front of me, hands reaching for my belt. I slapped her hand hard. “Don’t touch me unless you’re told.”

She whimpered, holding her injured hand to her mouth.

“Turn around and crawl across the floor to the window.”

She stared at me stunned.

“Never mind,” I sighed snuffing out my cigar, downing my drink.

“No… no. I’ll do it,” she breathed.

I smirked, watching her try to arch her back like a cat, attempting to entice me with her pert ass as she did what I had asked.

But I don’t do whores.

My cock craves the sweet ones. Innocent ones. The ones who rarely wear make-up and don’t know their beauty, or simply haven’t realized it yet.

Like the girl I noticed earlier cleaning the deck. The girl whose resumé I handpicked from the pile. The moment I saw her fresh, young face and eager eyes on the photo she attached—I wasted no time demanding my PI to find out everything about her down to her preferred brand of toothpaste.

I’m meticulous about who has access to me. I check every possible employee out myself. From my chambermaid to a deckhand. No one enters my employ without my approval. But I was about to give her a job she never applied for; my submissive.

I wasn’t expecting to see her out on the deck when I flew the chopper in. My hands clenched on the control stick harder than was necessary and I landed,hard.Shortly after, I went for a stroll on the decks looking for her. She didn’t see me watching as she bent over wiping the rails with her towel, giving me a view of the back of her thighs and tight ass in her khaki crew shorts. She wore no makeup, small freckles dotted her cheekbones, and tendrils of her hair kept flying in her face having escaped her messy bun.She was just as fresh faced as I hoped she would be and far more beautiful than her picture hinted.

My cock stirred, eager to know how she would feel, taking every inch. I found her more alluring than the models on all the catwalks in Paris and I hardened in my pants as I watched her work.

She never looked up—if she did, she would’ve seen the naked desire on my face. She’s been in my employ for weeks, but business in London delayed my appearance onboard until now. But Alex wasted no time filling in for me. He was ordering my crew round as if he owned this mega yacht. If he even dared mess with my golden girl, I’d punch his face; only friend in the world or not. No one was going to play games with her but me.

“Christ,” I muttered, feeling my length swell. I looked down getting pissed because the toy Alex hired left the juices of her desire on my Armani trousers. With the memory of another woman in my mind, I shut my eyes and unzipped my pants. I imagined it was her, here with me in this room, as my fingers closed around my shaft, taking myself out to play.

She eyed me hungrily as she crawled forward with her head twisted around. She licked her lips; eyes glued to my cock at full mast, as I walked toward her.