Problems Solved

It took me less than five minutes to solve my flybridge hatch problem. Unscrew the latch assembly, and flip it around. Duh. Now the lock cylinder faced up, and I held the only key. Why the fuck hadn’t I thought to do that before we left, instead of on day ten?

Stop second guessing. You had a hundred other things on your mind that week, and locking the hatch was the least of them. Just be glad you figured it out.

Although the hatch was a small victory, it made a world of difference to my overall outlook. Austen Cargill had been given his marching orders, I’d put Ronky and Bianca on notice, and now my private outdoor space could remain truly private when I needed it to be. I’d reclaimed a measure of control that seemed to have been slipping away.

On my way to return the tools, I spied Sam heading in my direction. Maybe I could keep my winning streak going. I smiled at her and held up my hand in a friendly wave, but her face clouded, and she abruptly changed direction to avoid having to interact with me. Damn, how could she still be so pissed off at me? I watched her go before continuing on my way. I certainly wasn’t going to chase after her. She could pout for a while, and then I’d try to sit down and have a talk with her.

Where was Tracy? I desperately needed to cum, and I was fairly certain the orally fixated young girl would be more than happy to ease my suffering. After dropping off the tools in the engineering locker, I went in search of her, but I found Julia instead. Actually, she found me.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she said when she stumbled upon me in the narrow, winding stairwell leading from the crew quarters up to the small crew galley. We were dressed similarly, me in shorts and a polo, she in shorts and a tee. I sorely wished she was still in her tiny thong.

“You found me.”

She put her hand on my shoulder. The gesture, and her serious expression, carried through in her voice. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure. I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about as well. Upstairs?” I asked, pointing up toward the salon.

“Maybe somewhere a little more private.”

“Your place or mine?”

I closed the door to my stateroom and gestured to a seating area off to the side of my bed. The smell of scented lotion still permeated the room. Julia sat on the loveseat, and I sat close by on a swiveling club chair.

“I’ve been thinking about our talk last night,” she began, “and everything that means.” She spoke with a very deliberate cadence, as if she’d thought carefully about what she wanted to say, but she also sounded nervous. No, more tense than nervous. Anxious maybe.

“Okay...,” I said, opening the door for more.

“I have to know. Was this your plan all along?”

“Was what my plan?”

“Come on, BD. You know what I mean. Sleeping with all the girls.”

I exhaled an exasperated sigh. “I already told you why I did all this. I honestly don’t know how I could have been any clearer.”

“Tell me again. I really want to hear you this time because all I remember is a bunch of vague, flowery words.”

I leaned forward to put my elbows on my knees, and reached out my hands to her, palms up. “Give me your hands. Please,” I said when she didn’t move. She tentatively leaned forward. I took her hands in mine and held her gaze.

“My plan was this: to spend a few months on a private island with six beautiful girls who are just like me. Girls who like the same things I do. Girls who want more out of life than what they’ve gotten so far. Girls who want to have fun, and yes, girls who want to explore sex as much as I do.

“I love sex, Julia, and I’m not going to pretend I don’t. But so do you. Was I planning to have sex with all of you? No, not in the way you’re thinking. Did I create the conditions for it to possibly happen? Yes. Absolutely.”

She leaned back, as if to pull her away, but I held on to her and said, “Wait a second. Why does that bother you so much?”

It took her a moment to realize I’d asked her a question. “It’s just ... I don’t know. It feels wrong for some reason. I can’t explain it.”

“Try.”

She slumped her shoulders at first, frustrated by her inability to give words to her feelings. Then she set her brow to really think about it. “It feels like we don’t really have a choice.”

It was my turn to pull back, and her turn to hold on. “What are you talking about? Of course you have a choice. Of course you do. You had a choice to get on this boat, and you had a choice to get off the boat and go back home. In fact, you still have that choice right now. I won’t make you stay here. If you want to go, I’ll get you home.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“What then?”

“We don’t have a choice about sharing you.”

I gave her a sympathetic smile. “Julia, that was never your choice to make. That’s my choice.”

“So we either accept it or we get nothing. Is that what you’re saying?”

“What do you mean, nothing? You’d still get to spend four months in paradise. You’d still get a vacation from that asshole, Reston. You’d still be able to hang out with other girls who you seem to like well enough, and who seem to like you. That’s not nothing.”

“Yeah, but what about sex?”

“What about it? There’s a bin full of sex toys right under your bed. Go to town.”

“Wait, there is?”

“Yeah. I thought you ... never mind. I’ll show it to you later. Anyway, if you need to get off, you can get off. That’s my point.”

My ready answers only seemed to frustrate her more. Then she had an aha moment. “A harem! That’s the word I was looking for. It’s like those Mormons, where there’s, like, the one husband and, like, ten wives or something. You know what I’m talking about. That’s what this feels like to me.”

I furrowed my brow and frowned. “A harem? Are you serious?”

“Well, doesn’t it look that way to you?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. Not in the slightest.”

“Do I need to draw you a picture? One guy having sex with six girls? Come on, BD, do I really look that stupid?”

“That’s not a harem. That’s just seven people having sex.”

Once again, my glib answer frustrated her. And to be fair, I understood why. Julia preferred monogamy over juggling multiple partners. She was unique among the girls in that regard. By and large, she remained loyal to the men she had relationships with. The thing was, they were never loyal to her. Most of them were either married, or had girlfriends, or slept with other women. She never seemed concerned about sharing in those situations. So why now?

“Does it bother you because we’re all crowded together on this boat?”

She bobbed her head. “Yeah, that’s part of it. For sure.”

“Because you’d have to see it or hear it, right? Like with Veronica that night?”

She paused. “Exactly.”

“Does that mean you’re the jealous type?”

She smirked. “Yeah. Kind of.”

“So, it’s not the idea itself that offends you. It’s just that you don’t like to share. At least, not when it’s right in your face.”

“Does that make me some kind of needy, clingy, psycho bitch or something?”

“No. It makes you pretty normal, to be honest.”

“Why does it seem like when you say normal, you really mean lame?”

I chuckled. “Hey, your words, not mine.”

Her amused smile quickly faded. “Come on, BD. You know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“I do, but there’s nothing I can do about that. The house we’re going to be living in is big, but it’s still a house. The only thing I can offer you is the promise that you’ll never be unsatisfied. I could fuck you to unconsciousness four times a day if that’s what you wanted.”

Julia coughed out a laugh. “Oh yeah? How can you be so sure about that?”

I cocked my head and lifted the corner of my mouth in a smug little smile. “You’ve already seen what I can do.” Then my tone became more serious. “Look, Julia, you know the truth about Gethsemane and about the interviews and stuff, so it shouldn’t surprise you that I know a lot about you. I understand exactly what you need to get out of a relationship like this to make it work for you, and I’m fully prepared to give that to you.”

She had a faraway look on her face. “What is it you think I need?”

“Guidance.”

She swallowed hard. “Yeah? What else?”

“Discipline.”

“Go on.”

I leaned in closer, my voice calm and assuring, yet assertive and authoritative. “Control. Dominance. Pleasure, of course. Satisfaction. Boundaries.” I squeezed her hands. “Punishments when you’re bad. Rewards when you’re good. Comfort. Security.”

Julia’s mouth opened wider the longer I spoke. “Fuck me,” she said under her breath when I finished.

My smile returned. “Yeah, that too. Lots of that.”

Something occurred to her suddenly. “What about me?”

“What about you?”

“What do you need from me?”

I caressed the back of her hands with my thumbs, and she smiled at me. A nervous smile, and I smiled back. “Only one thing,” I said.

“What?”

“Rule one.”

That surprised her. “Is that it?”

“Is that it,” I said under my breath with a laugh. “That’s everything!”

“But I’m already doing that.”

“Sure. Right now you are. But will you continue to? That’s the question.”

“I said I would,” she said defensively.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”

“Like what?”

“Like anything,” I said. She seemed confused. I let go of her hands and stood up, gesturing for her to do the same. “Tell me what your boundaries are.”

She stared at me for a long beat. “No one’s ever asked me that before. I’m not really sure how to answer. I definitely wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt someone. Or myself.”

“Define hurt. Would you slap someone? Call them names? Squeeze their balls?”

She smirked. “Okay, fine, smartass. I meant, like, really hurting someone. You know, like something permanent.”

“Fair enough. Since we’re not really sure what your boundaries are yet, let’s do this: if I tell you to do something that your gut tells you is a potential boundary, call a timeout and we’ll pause so you can think it over. How does that sound?”

I watched the tension in her shoulders visibly ease. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Great. Otherwise, if I tell you to do something, you’ll do it without hesitation or argument. Understand?”

“Yeah,” she said, then after she saw my admonishing expression, she added, “I understand.”

“Perfect. Any questions?”

She shook her head, then changed her mind. “Oh, wait! You said you wanted to talk to me about something.”

I’d nearly forgotten. “Ah, that’s right. I’m going to punish Veronica and Bianca tonight.”

“You are?” she asked, a little too enthusiastically. “For taking your stuff?”

“Yeah, you were right. They need to be taught a lesson, and I’m going to need your help.”

Her enthusiasm ratcheted up to excitement. “No! Really?”

“Damn, girl, you really want to see those two get punished, don’t you.”

“Ugh, yes! They’re so rude. Especially Bianca. Let me tell you, that bitch has had it coming from day one. Cursing at you, talking about pushing you off the boat, calling you a rapist. She’s been so disrespectful to you, it drives me fucking crazy.”

“Alright, calm down,” I said, then gave her an appraising look. “Hey, let me ask you something. Does the thought of punishing them make you wet?”

The absurdity of the question gave her pause, but she surprised herself with her answer. “You know what? Now that I think about it ... yeah. It kind of does.”

“Fuck, that is so hot.”

She purred. “So, what’s the punishment going to be?” I gave her a quick overview. Her beautiful smile grew into an ear to ear grin, and she leaned her head back to laugh. “Oh my god, I love it! What do you need me to do?”

“Simple. They’re going to come to you looking for help. Don’t give them any.”

“Pfft! Like I’d ever help those two skanks.”

“I know you wouldn’t. I want you to help me make sure the other girls don’t either.”

“Ahh. Okay, I get it. No worries.” She straightened her back and snapped a crisp salute. “You can count on me, sir!”

“Hmm. Sir, huh? I like the sound of that.”

“You do? How does master sound?”

“That’s pretty good too.”

“Mister?”

I waggled my hand. “Meh.”

“Mr. Dick?”

“Please, my father is Mr. Dick. Call me Big.”

Julia snorted. “Okay. Um, how about M’Lord?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Definitely not. What would make you wet between the legs to call me?”

“That’s easy. Daddy.”

“Really? Why?”

“You don’t like that one?”

“Sometimes, but it’s a little overdone. That wasn’t my question, though.”

“I don’t know why. It just does something for me. I’m turned on just saying it to you that one time.”

“Yeah, but you don’t strike me as a daddy’s girl.” She couldn’t hide her disappointment. “I’ll think about it, okay? Is there anything you want me to call you?”

Julia twisted her lips and tossed her head as she thought. “Nothing too degrading. Like, I don’t want to be called bitch, or slut, or anything like that.”

“Princess?”

She smiled. “Mm, maybe.”

“Baby girl?”

Her smile widened. “Oh god, that’s good.”

“Hmm, maybe you are a daddy’s girl. What about sweetie?”

“Ooh, that’s good too. Say anything like that, and I’ll be dripping down my thighs.”

“Wow.”

“Mm-hmm. I should tell you that I get super wet when I’m turned on.”

“Are you turned on right now, baby girl?”

Her eyebrows moved apart as her eyes locked onto mine, followed by the tiniest affirmative nod. “Yes, sir.”

Just from that expression alone, I knew she was telling the truth. In an instant, her demeanor had changed, and she transformed into someone far more vulnerable. She stood silently and expectant, waiting to be told what to do.

I lifted my shirt over my head, and Julia’s eyes lowered to my broad chest. She placed her hands on my pecs to feel their firmness, then traced her fingers down my torso and over my abdomen.

“Oh my god, you’re gorgeous,” she breathed.

Her hands drifted even lower, lingering at the waistband of my shorts. Her eyes moved up again, as if to ask a silent question, and I nodded. Her fingers moved quickly to unbutton my shorts, then she gripped the hem and pulled them to the ground. Crouched in a low squat, she paused with my swelling cock inches from her face.

“No way.”

“Take it in your hand,” I said. She reached for it, and gingerly wrapped her fingers around the thick base of my shaft. “Stroke it.”

Holding on to my quadricep for support, she gently slid her hand along the length of my shaft. I ran my fingers through her hair, and caressed the side of her face. Her warm, contented smile filled me with an enormous sense of satisfaction.