Chapter 19: Bound and Determined

The next few days found us once again enjoying the idyllic bliss of sailing around the southern Bahama islands. We were further away from civilization here and we spent long stretches of time not seeing another ship or human. We had the seas and beaches mostly to ourselves, and if not, there was usually just one other couple around.

But despite all the beauty and solitude, I would periodically feel myself being overwhelmed by thoughts of taking over Johann’s empire. Could I match his success? Did I need to?

Eve and Olivia proved to be keenly attuned to my moods, and they alternately tried to leave me be, or playfully distract me.

But things for me came to a head during our first full day of sailing on the open water as we made a pass between islands. Eve and Olivia had been teasing me most of the day, just little touches, caresses and then scampering away. They had a make-out session on the trampoline while I was trying to help Angela with the sails, and when I walked up there, they were acting as though nothing had happened.

I knew that Angela had planned an anchorage along a sandbar this evening. It promised to be remote and unlikely to have anyone else around. With this in mind, I pulled out my phone and began to plan for the evening.

Once we were anchored, I called Eve and Olivia back to the cockpit from where they had been lounging up front for most of the trip. I knew that Olivia could feel a little motion sickness if she was inside when we were sailing, so they had spent the day on the trampoline enjoying the sun, the sound of the water rushing by the hulls, and the breeze.

They were of course nude, and their skin glistened from the oil and sunscreen they had been slathering on each other. As they made their way back, I admired their beauty, the sway of their hips and the relaxed smiles on their faces.

“Eve, grab that bar over your head,” I ordered when they got to the cockpit. She did as requested and then smiled even wider when she saw the coil of rope on the table.

“Olivia, face her and grab the bar overhead.”

I then looped the rope over the bar and bound their wrists together. The bar was just high enough that they had to stand on their tiptoes to relieve the pressure on their arms.

Then, I pulled them together until they were pressing against each other. I used the rope and wrapped their arms on one side, binding Eve’s left arm to Olivia’s right arm, tying it periodically, making sure it was snug but not tight enough to cause harm.