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Mace: Did you like your gift?

Anne: Of course. They are always so
beautiful.

Mace: Just like you. See you Saturday.

Anne: You said it was special? Where are we
going?

Mace: Surprise, but I’ll have a car pick you
up this time.

Anne: Okay.

Mace: Okay? I can’t wait to see you in the
outfit.

Anne: Can’t wait to wear it.

Mace: Sweet dreams, Beautiful.

The texts brought a smile to Anne’s face.
Although there could not be much more between them, the monthly
meetings were by far becoming her favorite times. Anne placed her
gift on the chair in the corner of her room and made her way to
bed. Her king-sized bed set on the back wall, flanked by a night
stand on either side of it. The bed was filled with pillows and an
oversized down comforter, although it wasn’t cold enough to use.
Crawling into the middle, Anne pulled the sheet over her body and
fell asleep.

***

Saturday finally arrived. Anne had spent the
morning prepping. A quick trip to the nail salon had a new pink
colored manicure and pedicure applied, a little waxing as well.
Anne was sitting in her bedroom, wrapped in a silk robe. Her
unsteady hands opened the box that Mace had sent. Anne didn’t know
why opening the box had her nerves standing on edge; it was just
filled with clothes. But it was so much more. It was the promise of
the unknown, the promise of his desire for her and hers for
him.

As Anne pulled out the mask, she laid it next
to her on the bed and turned her attention to the bikini. She
pulled out the top and the bottoms, pausing to look at them one
more time before placing them on her body. Anne let the silk robe
drift off her shoulders, and secured the bikini top. Removing the
magenta dress from the box, Anne stood away from the bed as she
slid the material over her body. The cover up was strapless, and
zipped up the side. The material clung to her curves, and flowed
away from her body at her hips. The length was short, roughly four
inches past her crotch.

Anne reached into her closet and grabbed a
pair of black heels. As she secured them to her feet, a knock on
her door indicated that her ride had arrived. Quickly grabbing her
mask and clutch, Anne made her way to the door. Opening it up, she
noticed a white limousine waiting.
Oh My God!

A chauffer dressed in a black suit escorted
her to the waiting vehicle, opening the door to allow Anne to slide
on to the leather bench seat. Anne settled into a seat, and noticed
a bottle of champagne uncorked, and a small note beside it.

My Dearest Anne,

Enjoy a glass of champagne and relax.
Tonight will be amazing.

M

Anne wasn’t able to relax. She was never able
to relax on these nights, until Mace touched her. The drive was
longer, and Anne noticed the limo did not turn off toward Mace’s
residence.

“Where are we going?” Anne asked the
driver.

“To the harbor,” he replied dryly.

The harbor? What could he possibly have in
mind?

The car pulled up to the docks about fifteen
minutes later. Anne stepped out of the limo, and turned to face a
yacht docked at the end of a lit pathway.
Holy Jesus!

“Your adventure begins.” The driver motioned
toward the path, and Anne walked toward the monstrosity. Arriving
at the gate for the dock, a gentleman that Anne recognized was
checking in the guests.

“Your mask, Miss?” Anne handed him her mask,
he scanned the inside corner and handed it back to her. “Please
place the mask on your face now.”

Anne nodded and did as she was told. As soon
as her mask was in place, another gentleman ushered her to a main
room aboard the yacht. Anne was amazed at what she saw around her.
The yacht was not your typical yacht. Instead of a grandiose
layout, that one would see on those
‘Yachts of the
Millionaires’
shows, this one had been redone. The main room
was redesigned to house a small bar and over sized couches. The
perimeter of the room was dressed with St. Andrew’s Crosses,
spanking benches, and various attachment options. A waiter circled
the room with a tray of champagne flutes. Anne immediately grabbed
one, hoping to calm her nerves.

She scanned the floor for Gillian, but
without knowing what her mask looked like, she was unable to place
her among the crowd. Anne waited impatiently until she heard the
familiar ringing of the bell that signaled the beginning of the
night’s festivities.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this evening is a bit
different from those previously. We, your gracious hosts, wanted to
unveil the new addition to our monthly parties.” The man speaking
was not Mace. Anne looked around and did not see him within the
room.

“Please enjoy yourselves. This main room is
similar to one you’d find in the club. There are private rooms on
the decks below, all outfitted the same. Please be courteous
tonight, and keep to a one-hour limit. In the future, we will be
offering advance reservations on the rooms. But for now, enjoy your
kinky selves.”

The crowd started to disperse to various
areas of the room, and some even to the staircase leading
downstairs. A masked man approached Anne. “Miss, please follow
me.”

“I’m waiting for someone.”

“Mr. M. has asked me to escort you to a
different area of the boat. Now please follow me.”

Anne nodded, and followed the man to a
private staircase that led to the bow of the boat. Anne looked at
him. “This says not to enter?”

“Please miss, go up and wait by the
railing.”

“Okay.”
To be thrown off???
Anne
climbed the stairs and made her way to the railing. Off to the left
she saw two O rings attached to part of the bow. A small table held
a candle, a rose, and a set of white leather cuffs. Another note
placed in the middle of the table read:

My Dearest,

Please enjoy the view. I will be with you
shortly.

M.

Anne did just that, bringing herself to the
railing to look out into the water. The faintest of steps came up
behind her as Mace’s arm circled her waist. He brought his mouth to
her ear and whispered, “You look amazing.”

“This whole thing is amazing. The yacht,
this…us.”

Mace turned Anne around and placed a gentle
kiss on her lips. His mask was in place, as it always was. The
difference this time was his attire. Instead of his normal black
suit, a pair of black board shorts and a black button down shirt
graced his body.

“You’re looking a little under-dressed,
Sir.”

“Doesn’t matter; in a little while you will
be undressed.” The declaration stirred Anne’s core.

“I can’t wait.” Anne responded, as Mace’s
hands gently removed the bikini straps from her shoulders. Lowering
the magenta dress from her breasts, Mace unzipped the side zipper
and let the material fall to the floor. Gripping the small of
Anne’s back, Mace pulled her tight to him.

“I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I do. First it starts with me removing
this top, turning you around and spanking you.”

A shiver ran through Anne as her response
came out lighter than a whisper. “What did I do?”

“You made me jerk off in a public bathroom
during an important meeting,” he responded, unlatching the bikini
top and pulling it away from her body. Anne’s nipples tightened
from the soft breeze of the ocean air. Her body was hot with
desire, flushed with arousal, and he had barely touched her.

“As I remember, you texted me.”

“Yes, but you telling me you were naked in a
bath didn’t help my case.” Mace turned Anne around and bent her
chest over the railing slightly, allowing him access to her round
ass. “So beautiful.”

His hands caressed the mounds as he prepared
for the first swat. Landing it on her right cheek, Anne hissed
through clenched teeth. Another swat landed on the left side. The
process continued until her ass was a nice, glowing red. Shifting
her legs, Mace positioned his knee between them; snaking his hand
around to her abdomen, he continued south over her bottoms. The
crotchless set had its advantages. Running his fingers over her
slit, Mace could feel the wetness escaping her labia. Anne arched
into his chest as Mace drove his fingers into her core. Mace pumped
his fingers in and out of Anne’s pussy as the breath escaped from
her lungs. As Anne’s muscles tightened around Mace’s fingers, he
pulled them out, denying Anne of her orgasm.

“You sadist.” Anne said, as Mace picked her
up and moved her to the table.

“You know I’m not sadist, but if you do
insist I am, I might have to hold off your orgasms tonight.” Mace
grabbed the leather cuffs and secured them around Anne’s wrists.
Positioning her on her back, Mace secured the cuffs to the silver O
rings on the angled floor of the bow.

Anne squirmed, attempting to test the range
on the cuffs-no go. Anne looked at Mace through the slits in her
mask, a flogger in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“Your surprise.”

“You’ve flogged me before.”

“Not strapped to a boat, my belle.” With
that, the first strike landed against Anne’s thigh; another strike
on the other leg. Mace trailed the leather fingers over Anne’s
abdomen. Mace pulled the implement back and landed a softer strike
against her right hip. He repeated the motion, this time landing it
on her left side.

A moan escaped from Anne’s mouth as Mace
continued to work the flogger over various parts of her body.

“You are so gorgeous spread out for me,” Mace
said as he ran his fingertips up the length of Anne’s thigh,
reaching the wetness of her core. Trailing his fingers over the
closed lips, Mace teased her clit, gently flicking it with his
finger.

“Oh…” Anne moaned as Mace picked up his
assault on her sensitive bud. Being on the edge of an orgasm
earlier, it didn’t take much to build her back up. Anne could feel
the familiar tension radiate throughout her body, as Mace continued
to circle with his thumb. Anne’s body moved in rhythm with Mace’s.
Just as her body became rigid and ready to explode, Mace pulled
away.

“I hate you.” Anne cried out.

“No, you don’t. You enjoy what I do to your
body.”

Anne heard Mace move away from her, and the
familiar sound of a condom wrapper ripping. Her body arched toward
the noise, anticipating Mace’s cock.

“As much as I want to tease you all night on
the bow, we do need to get back to the party. I am going to fuck
you senseless, and then we grab something to eat. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now, spread those legs and let me see
that beautiful cunt of yours.”

Anne did as she was told, and Mace slid
quickly into her. Mace began a rhythm, slowly pulling out of her
and thrusting back in. The contradictory movements had Anne’s body
on fire again.

“Come on, my belle, give me that orgasm,”
Mace barked as his speed increased.

The muscles in Anne’s body contracted, and
her body released. She barely heard Mace as he emptied himself into
her cunt. Pulling out, Mace cleaned himself up, and removed the
cuffs from her wrists. He handed her the magenta dress, and Anne
covered herself back up.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself?” Mace asked, as
he ushered her back to the main room.

“Although a little short, I always enjoy
myself.” Anne winked at him as he swatted her ass.

“Just wait until we meet again.”

About Paige
Matthews

Paige Matthews grew up reading any book she could
get her hands on. Following her love of literature, she currently
holds a BA in Comparative Literature and a MA in Writing from
Western CT State University. Ms. Matthew’s novels explore the
emotional bonds of D/ s relationships and the desires hidden within
us all. When she is not writing or reading, she enjoys relaxing
with her family, traveling and being outdoors. You can contact her
at [email protected].

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