Chapter 17
Grant
Dinner is going to be one like I have never had before. Yes, we’ll eat the fine cuisine that the top-notch chef is preparing, but dessert is all on me. As soon as he finished cooking and set the plates, I hurried him off the yacht, and I also put my captain and his wife up in a five-star Florida resort for a few days. That way I can truly have Mazie all to myself. With a mental check off of all the to-dos, I find that I’m ready just as the most alluring woman walks through the galley doors.
The red halter dress that ties at the back of the neck I laid out for her when she was in the shower is a perfect fit. The fabric is see-through, not mesh but damn close, and I can see her nipples hardening to peaks as I intentionally admire her beauty.
“Wow, you look stunning.”
“Grant, are there still people on this boat?” Her insecurity makes her cross her arms to try and cover herself.
“I thought we’ve already covered this, and you fully trust me by now. Was I mistaken?” I cross my own arms and stare at her with a dominant look.
“Yes, I... I do,” she stampers.
“That doesn’t sound confident, and to do what I have planned for tonight, I need you to be confident, Mazie.” Her amber eyes meet mine with a fire burning through them.
“Yes. I do trust you, Grant. I trust you with my body, mind, and soul.”
“Good, let’s eat. The chef has prepared a wonderful meal with your catch of the day.” I offer her my elbow to escort her to the dining room table and pull out a chair for her to sit, then serve us our food plates from the kitchen.
The food is delicious, the conversation is entertaining, and the view is divine.
“I’m glad you are able to stay with me this week before I have to leave and go back to Dallas. I have lots of things planned for us, and we’ll start with dessert to give you a little idea of the things to come.”
“I’m looking forward to it too.”
“Let me clear the dishes, and I’ll be back with dessert.” I scurry around cleaning off the table surface to prepare for our next course.
When I return, I bring a platter of the necessities of what’s needed: ribbons for tie-downs, a blindfold, two vibrators, and nipple clamps.
“This looks interesting.”
“Come here.” I sit the platter down and stretch out my hand to help her up. She follows me over to the end of the long table. I push the chair away then untie the only thing holding her dress on at the neck. The fabric puddles at her feet, and I grab her at the waist and hoist her up onto the table as she shrieks in surprise.
“Oh my God, Grant, what are you doing?”
“Shh. I don’t want to hear another word, or I will gag that pretty mouth, and I don’t want to do that because I want to hear all your moans and screams of pleasure. Now, the first thing to do is ease your mind by taking one of your five senses away. The one that sees and makes you immediately go to a mental place of questions.”
I take the blindfold off the tray and cover her eyes.
“Lie back.” With a gentle touch, I help her lay down on the table. “I know the surface is cold, but it will heat up really fast.” I run my fingers lightly from her shoulder, down her arm, to her fingertips, and goose flesh follows my touch as I place her arm out wide. Procuring a ribbon, I make a knot and loop it around her wrist and then tie it securely to the table leg. She can tug as hard as she wants, but the table will not budge, thanks to being on a boat, everything has to be firmly fastened to the floor. I repeat this for her other arm and both legs.
When I finish, I take a step back and admire the masterpiece of Mazie spread eagle and all mine to do as I wish.
I like it so much that I walk over to the bar, pour two fingers of whiskey then sit on the stool and enjoy the sight before me. My dick is already aching, and I will gladly put myself through the pain of being hard for a long while, almost to a blue balls point, in order to give it all to Mazie.
I don’t know how long I sit there admiring her, nor am I in any hurry to get this over with. Her breasts rise and lower as she breathes, and I know she is as turned on as I am. The proof is the glistening wetness between her spread thighs.
“Are you ready for what’s next on the menu?” I ask, still perched on my lookout seat.
“Yes, please.” Her voice is breathless, even though she has only been laying still.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” The closer I get; my dick gets impossibly harder. It knows where home is and is begging to go there. When I get to the table, my palms itch to touch her. I rub my hand from her foot up to one of her breasts and pinch the nipple, making Mazie arch into my hand, wanting more. “Patience, sweetheart.”
I pick up a nipple clamp from the tray of devices and pinch her peak again to squeeze it between the rubber clamp. “Ugh! Grant!”
“Let me see if you like that.” I glance down between her legs and see that her juices are gleaming and looks even wetter than before. “Yes, most definitely. Without question. Let’s see about the other side.” I repeat exactly what I did a moment ago. Pinch. Clamp. Groan. Increase in wetness. “Damn, Mazie. You are so gorgeous laid out here on my table like this. Open, willing, and mine.”
Her Florida tanned skin makes me never tire of rubbing her everywhere. I purposely do not touch her most sensual areas, leaving them waiting and wanting. Then I take a break and sit back on my stool to study her some more.
After a few minutes have passed, I walk over to the serving tray and pick up both vibrators.
“Mazie, are you ready for what’s next.”
“Yes, please, Grant. I need you.” I slide my chair up to the table like I am getting ready to eat, bringing me face level to Mazie’s wanting pussy. Yummy.
“Do you now?”
“Yes,” comes a gasp as I click on both vibrators and glide one through her slick folds, wetting it with her juices. Then I mimic the other one in my hand and place them in unison onto her clamped nipples.
“Fuck!” She stiffens her back, and I swipe my tongue up her leaking pussy, causing her to immediately relax as she gives herself to me. Her essence is a perfect mix of salty and sweet. I become like a hungry animal who hasn’t eaten in days, fucking her with my mouth.
Her groans roll into whimpers, and the orgasm that ricochets through her body makes her scream, “Grant! Oh God, yes!” I power off the vibrators and continue licking and lapping up her juices as she comes down from her high, but I flick my tongue over her sensitive clit every other lap to make her body jerk in response.
“Fuck, Mazie, I need a drink after that very entertaining show.” And I do just that. This time opting for water rather than whiskey while sitting on my stool and admiring her body some more. Her skin has a pink tint and a glistening sheen. Simply magnificent.
After I am done with my drink, I cover my manhood with latex and stealth mode over to the table, lining myself up to her entrance without touching her or saying a word. I don’t want her to know what I’m about to do. The surprise will give her a jolt of adrenaline, giving her a euphoric experience from our connection.
One sudden movement of my hips and I’m in. Her sharp intake of air is exactly what I was seeking. “Mazie, you are perfect.”