Final Decision

I spent a wonderful afternoon together with Sam and Julia in my stateroom. We explored and pleasured each other until the low angle of the failing light heralded the approaching sunset. Sam, still resting on her haunches in front of me, wiped my cum from her eyelid with a finger and put it in her mouth.

“Oh, man,” she said with a grimace after swallowing, pressing her hand against her stomach. “I think I’m going to hurl.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, collapsing back onto the loveseat after blowing a massive load all over her pretty face. Julia pulled herself into a seated position on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently probing her raw, tender pussy.

Sam regarded me through one eye, still holding the other closed, and laughed softly. “I never swallowed so much cum in my fucking life. What’s up with you anyway?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, you cum a lot.” She wiped more from her other eye, considered it for a moment, then wiped it on her chest. “I don’t even like it that much,” she said under her breath. When she was finally able to look at me with both eyes, she put her hands on top of her thighs and sighed heavily. “You sure make me wish I did, though.”

Julia hissed as she gingerly pinched one of her swollen, red labia.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just a little sore.”

“I distinctly remember you saying to not be gentle.”

She flashed me a playful smile. “I’m not complaining,” she said, then looked between her legs and shook her head. “My poor pussy, though.”

“Don’t you mean my pussy?”

Once again, Sam lifted her eyebrow at the unusual exchange. Julia noticed her expressive inquiry, but tried to ignore it. “Yes, sir. Your pussy,” she said with an embarrassed smirk.

I grinned. “That’s better.”

Sam’s supercilious curiosity wouldn’t go unspoken this time. “Okay, what’s going on between you two?” she asked, an amused smirk twisting her lips. “Yes, sir? Your pussy?”

“It’s something private between me and Julia,” I said. “It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

Julia regarded Sam with what, to me at least, appeared to be a resentful look before turning her attention back to her battered pussy. Sam took the hint and didn’t press for additional details, changing the subject instead.

“So, what now?” she asked. “Think you have another one in you?”

Sam’s stamina impressed the hell out of me. She’d taken my cock in her ass several times already that afternoon, and still wanted more. Julia looked up with an anxious expression on her face and shook her head.

“I don’t think I can do it again,” she said, sounding exhausted. She looked from Sam to me. “If you guys want to keep going, I guess I could leave.”

“No,” I said, responding to both of them at the same time. To Julia, I said, “Don’t leave. We still have a couple of punishments to dish out, remember?” To Sam, I said, “I want to keep going, Sam. Believe me, there’s nothing I want more. But I gotta take a break for a while. I was laid up for three days after that one night. I don’t want to end up like that again.”

That one night. They both knew exactly what I meant. My epic fuckathon with Ronky. Sam barely registered what I’d said to her, though. Something else had piqued her interest.

“Punishments? What punishments? Who’s getting punished?”

“Ronky and Bianca,” Julia blurted, sounding far more perky now than she had just a moment ago.

“Really? For what?”

Julia pulled one of her feet into her lap. “Stealing.” I gave her a harsh look, and she flashed me an embarrassed smile. “Shit. Sorry, sir.”

“If your gorgeous mouth needs something to do, how about you suck on your thumb for a while.”

She scoffed. “Come on. Seriously?”

“Do it, little girl.”

She tilted her head and pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes and put her thumb in her mouth, curling her other fingers loosely into her palm. Sam gawked, but Julia ignored her, keeping her focus squarely on me.

“Good girl. I’ll release you in a few minutes.” To Sam, I said, “They swiped my ecstasy a few nights ago.”

“You saw them take it?” she asked, still casting side-eye glances at Julia’s thumb sucking.

“I didn’t need to. I know they took it.”

Sam turned her full attention to me. “How do you know?”

“I know.”

“No, seriously. Do you have some kind of proof or something? Like, you know...” She cast her eyes toward the ceiling.

She meant did I see them on camera. I should have looked, to be honest. The security system recorded continuously, turning over on a rolling twenty-four hour basis. I could have saved the footage from the salon and reviewed it to see them actually take it, but sifting through hours of video was a tedious chore. Besides, I’d seen Ronky’s dilated pupils and flushed face, which was really all the evidence I needed.

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but Veronica was rolling on ecstasy the day I caught her and Bianca having sex in the hot tub.”

“Wait, that was, like,” Sam did the math in her head, “four days ago. When did your stuff go missing?”

“I had it with me in the salon the night before that, but when I got up the next morning, it was gone.”

Sam furrowed her brow. “How do you know you didn’t just misplace it or lose it or something?” She sounded oddly persistent and dubious.

“I just told you. Veronica was high on ecstasy the next day, so she had to have had it.”

“Yeah, but how do you know she wasn’t high on something else? Or maybe she was still high from the night before?”

I lifted my eyes and sighed impatiently. “She wasn’t.”

“But what if she was?”

“She wasn’t, Sam, okay? I’d know.”

She was taken aback by my strong reaction. “Alright, fine.” She thought for a second. “And you said Bianca was on it too?”

It took me a moment to answer. “I don’t know. Probably.”

“Probably?” Sam laughed.

“I didn’t get a good look at her,” I admitted. “But they were together, which means she knew, which makes her an accomplice.”

“Wow,” Sam said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Well, I guess you really are just making it all up as you go, huh?” When I didn’t take the bait, she asked another probing question. “If you knew they took it, why didn’t you punish them right then? Why wait four days?”

Her questions were becoming tiresome. “Because I was already punishing Veronica for something else.”

Sam rose suddenly. “Woah, woah, woah. Wait a minute. You’ve punished Ronky before? For what?”

“For breaking my rules.”

Julia’s lips curled up into a smile, but Sam paced away before turning suddenly and scything her hands through the air. “Hold up. You never said anything about getting punished for breaking the rules.”

“Wow, you too, Sam?”

“Me too what?”

“You sound just like Tabitha and Tracy, and I’ll tell you exactly what I told them. You can’t break the rules and expect there won’t be consequences. That’s like ... the first rule of having rules. You do the crime, you do the time.”

Sam narrowed her eyes and hardened her voice. “That’s funny. My fucking asshole dad says the same exact thing to me all the time. Go figure.”