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IF I EVER DOUBTED my sanity, I didn’t anymore. I wanted her despite the costs. I’d surely break her like I said I would. But usually, I set my pets free after they’ve given me all I’ve asked.

But pets were naturally submissive, who thought their obedience would protect them from me.

They were all wrong.

But Jessie didn’t choose this. Didn’t ask or want to be mine.

My hand pushed the throttle forward; I was eager to get out of the harbor into open sea. I’d still hug the shoreline because the weather on the southern part of the Med could change at any moment.

It took every ounce of self-control I had not to ravage her ripe young body. Christ, the things I wanted to do to that girl. I want to go farther than I ever have before, wondering why she’s different. But in the end, it won’t matter why. All that matters is satisfying every craving she evokes, feeling every sensation of her skin as I slide mine over hers.

My dick wanted to feel what my fingers did; silky folds that felt like hot satin. I am going to come so fucking hard when I rock into that tight cunt of hers. But that peach of an ass—is a place I want to own. She’ll never forget me. Of that, I’m sure. But Jessie might never be free. I am certain if I ever did unlock her from my cage—she will go straight to the authorities, press charges and give me headaches and press that I don’t need. I doubt anything would stick; I’m a powerful man with deep pockets. But I don’t want my private life becoming public. I’ve always lived under shadows, in the darkness. Jessie is a true California girl, full of golden rays with a heart full of sunshine. Every time I touch her, some of her light leaves her and enters me.

Her warmth is addictive in every sense. I want all of it, and I’ll stop at nothing less than absolute domination.

I will have her. All of her. Mine. Mine. Mother-fucking mine. Up to full-throttle now I sped past every other boat on the water, not caring about the wake kicked up by the powerful twin engines that rocked every vessel in the bay.

I needed my new pet to understand, I was her everything now; her reason for breathing, existing. She would serve me, live to please me, the universe will cease to exist for her. I am her world now and the sooner my dove accepts that, it will be easier for her just to let go and give into the dark world of pleasure I can’t wait to induct her into.

But I need to keep my distance for now. I left a bowl of water on the floor, later I’ll slip a tray of meat next to it. She needs to learn to obey me. Respect me. And I need to stay the fuck away from her until I can trust myself not to lose my head, giving her champagne and roses while begging her to love a beast who might never love at all.

My eyes drifted from the navigation systems to her hugging herself in the dark. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the night vision camera I installed in the hold. The damn minx was hot for me. Sure, she hated me, but when she thought I wasn’t looking she touched herself freely, while moaning my name. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched her by hidden camera pleasure herself. It perversely pleases me that she denies her lust to my face but gives into it when she’s alone.

God, I’m so hard for my little slut. One hand drops from the controls, tracing her on the screen before dropping to cup myself through my pants.

I set course, switched on auto-pilot and walked inside to my makeshift study. Jacking off in the captain’s chair is something an adolescent would do. I pride myself on control; even if she doesn’t see me lose it—I would still know and feel weak about it. Deciding to open my laptop, I compartmentalize her; put her in a box in my mind, determined that my games won’t work against me this time.

It didn’t work. After a few hours of re-reading the same documents, I dropped my pen and bit my lip…remembering our one night in Capri. I want that again. So why am I denying myself? I want to punish her for leaving me, but I’m only punishing myself more. I was so distracted by my new pet, that the large swells rolling under the boat caught me off guard. Papers spilled off my desk. My chair rolled. I ran up to the bridge, taking the steps two at a time.

I was foolish, careless, for letting her get in my head. I wasn’t up here, checking the radar. I knew how these waters are unpredictable, changing rapidly this time of year. The wind picked up bringing ten to fifteen-foot waves.

But I don’t know fear—I race towards it. I turned off the auto-pilot, gunned the twin engines and faced a monster wave as it came toward us. I grinned like the devil, egging it on, challenging the sea to try to take me down.

Water crashed over the sides of the boat, sliding to the decks below. “Christos! Please don’t leave me down here to die!” My dove shrieked, her voice calling out from the monitor next to me.

“Come on you bloody bastard!” My hand was white from pressing down on the throttle as the boat, under my command, attempted to climb the wave. The wave was about the crest and break at any second, we almost flipped but bobbed out on the other side.

Fuck that was close.

“CHRISTOS! PLEASE! There’s water down here. Free me! I know what to do, it’s the bilge pump!”

Fuck.

I needed my dove to help save us both from drowning. But I couldn’t risk leaving the bridge in these swells…

I pressed the button for full power and switched autopilot back on. Racing down to the hold, I threw the door open, reached into my pocket for the key and sprung her free.

“Idiot,” she muttered under her breath. “Do you even have a captain’s license?”

She didn’t wait for an answer as she shoved me back, went to the boiler room and started reaching for gauges, talking to herself as she went.

“What the hell are you waiting for? Get back on the bridge you dolt!”

I grinned, watching her work, “I want to fuck you so badly right now.” Her long hair was damp, curling down her back, beads of moisture dotted on her golden skin. I took it all in, her lush curves, firm ass and the apex of her thighs where soft blonde curls hid the treasure I wanted to plunder from between her legs.

“I can’t believe you’re thinking about sex right now!” She screamed, exasperated by me.

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