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His order was accompanied with a stinging tap of the rod. Wincing, she did as he directed, but his cock was large and the task proved difficult. The stick landed again. Determined to please him she responded eagerly, slurping her tongue around him each time she pulled back.
"That's good, very good," he said huskily. "Not quite enough though."
The make-shift cane struck again. She moved faster, sucking with renewed gusto. When it landed again, she tickled his balls with her free hand. Small drops of liquid dropped against her tongue.
Closing his eyes Duncan sank into the lewd attention. His cock had enjoyed many such visits, but in spite of her inexperience Brittany's unique knack of drawing him in and stimulating him with her tongue sent sparks though his loins. When her fingers began tickling his nut sack, it was all he could do to hold back his looming climax. Not wanting the lascivious lapping to end, he tightened his grip on her hair to slow her down, but after landing a few more stripes on her backside and enjoying her eager responses, his orgasm would not be denied.
"I'm going to climax now. I'll do my best to control the flow, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to be messy. I meant what I said. You're not to spill a single drop," he warned, then placing the rod on the couch next to him, he held her head in his hands and slowly fucked her mouth.
The change startled her, but in a flash she surrendered to the intense domination and readied herself for his gift. As his cock started to jerk and spit, she squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated, determined to accept all he offered. His cream was hot and tangy, but there wasn't as much as she'd feared, and as he groaned his last groan and fell flaccid against her tongue, she waited patiently until he withdrew.
"You are exceptionally good at that," he said with a heavy sigh. "Fetch me a damp hand towel."
Though the ship still rolled, she barely noticed as she rose to her feet and made her way to his bathroom. Pausing to rinse out her mouth, she dampened a clean wet cloth, returned to her kneeling position and offered it to him.
"Thank you," he said as he wiped himself. "Brittany, is there something you want from me? You may ask for anything."
"Please will you hold me?"
Pushing himself back into his trousers, he zipped up and placed the damp cloth on the side table, then touched between her legs. She was dripping.
"Come with me," he said, rising to his feet and helping her up. "We'll lie together on the bed."
"Duncan," she said abruptly, "I get the whole, you being dressed and me being naked thing now. It's hot."
"Hot?" he said with a chuckle as they moved into the bedroom. "Yes, it is."
"I don't know how else to explain it, but it's sexy as hell."
"There's a bit more to it than that," he remarked as they climbed on the bed and he wrapped her in his arms. "Is this what you want?"
"Mmm, yes, heavenly. Thank you. Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"This is crazy. I'm feeling like a teenager again. I can't help it."
"What's you're question?"
"Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Brittany, you're blindingly sexy, and I'm sorry to say you'll have to leave me soon. I need to get some work done."
"Will I see you later?"
"Absolutely. I'd like to have dinner at The Mermaid tonight."
The Mermaid was the ship's formal restaurant, and she brightened immediately.
"In that case, can I make a request?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"I want to experience what Emily did. Go to dinner wearing no bra. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't always wear one."
"As long as you understand it's not just about a little exhibitionism. You'll be completely under my authority. You'll have to do whatever I ask."
"Of course. Just the thought is a total turn on, but if you don't want to…"
