Zeke's Surprise_ARE (3 page)

“It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve had to work on a weekend, but remind me to come to work more often on a Saturday.” Zeke trapped the rumble in his chest, knowing how much more he had in store for her. With a shake of his head to clear it, he raised the clipboard and gave it a bit of a shake, too. “Shall we proceed to the checklist?”

“Lead the way, Captain Zeke.” She saluted and everything.

Taking her hand, he led the way down the catwalk they were still on and then down a flight of stairs to the bottom level. “Captain Zeke, huh? I think I like that.”

“Knew you would. Hey, is that some rope in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

At the bottom of the landing, Zeke opened his mouth to reply when a
clang
sounded in the room, bouncing off the metal surfaces all around. Loudly.

“What was that?” Aslan asked as she gripped his hand tighter and turned back to look up the stairs.

Our third, closing and locking the main door, assuring us our complete privacy.

“One of the turbines cycling, more than likely. Nothing to worry about.”

Her hand relaxed and she faced him again. “Sounds like an Olympic sport of some kind.”

Zeke smiled and pulled her around another corner to go through their checklist while his buddy got into place upstairs. Stopping in front of a panel, he opened the access door where several things were already lit up. “This is what I wanted to talk to you about…”

A little while later, they climbed the same set of stairs, heading back to where they started.

“I’m glad you figured out what was going on with that panel. An electrical short like that wouldn’t have passed inspection and it could have been weeks before someone else tracked it down with everything else we have going on to complete the ship on time.”

“Agreed.” He’d found the short days before, and since two people had to sign off on any issues like that, he’d just kept it to himself. Until today.

Work and no play. Whoever said that definitely didn’t have a wife as hot as his.

“Thanks for stopping what you were doing to come help.”

“Anytime, you know that. You are my favorite shareholder, you know.”

He pulled her to a stop exactly where he needed her, and turned her around. “I’m the only other shareholder.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. My confusion.”

“Maybe you need a bit of a reminder then.”

“Mmm. Maybe I do. But I have a question first.” She seemed a little nervous and his heart kicked hard in his chest.

“What?”

She wrinkled her nose. “What was the rope in your pocket for? I kept expecting you to
use
it for something and then…nothing. You sure didn’t need it for that panel.” Her disappointment was clear and his cock throbbed.

“No. I didn’t need it for that.” He slid his clipboard onto one of the metal shelves beside him and pulled the rope free from his pocket. Running it along her jawline got her attention like a bolt of lightning.

“Wait.” She grabbed his wrist and lowered his hand to stare at the rope. “That’s Shibari rope. That’s for…”

“Kinky purposes, my wife?” He lifted her hands and put the inside of her wrists together so they touched. “Why, yes it is.” Took him less than a minute to restrain her hands with a double column tie.

“Fuucckkk,” she whispered. “Zeke?”

He tugged her closer and grabbed a handful of her hair. She sucked in a shallow breath and her fingers clutched at his shirt. “Yes, Aslan?”

Glancing up at him, her gaze locked with his. “A fantasy?”

He nodded.

A tiny nibble on her bottom lip, turned into something sharper when he gripped her hair tighter.

“Most definitely a fantasy, little girl.”

“But what if someone comes in here?”

He smiled. It was all teeth. “Nothing I can’t handle, my wife.”

The smile on her face made him feel a million feet tall.

“What about my clothes? You tied my wrists already. I can’t take anything off.”

“Not to worry.” He kissed her mouth and released the hold he had on her hair. Walking a few steps back, he dragged out his duffle bag from where he’d hidden it. “I came prepared.” Setting the bag at her feet, he unzipped it but kept it closed as he stood.

Aslan stared at him and then down at the bag. “What do you have in there?” she whispered as she leaned to the side to try to see better.

“Nunya business.”

“Not even a little hint?” she asked, as he unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them over her hips, along with her panties.

“Why would I want to ruin the surprise? Step out.” He steadied her as she followed his instructions. Folding her clothes, he watched her toes curl and uncurl in her flip-flops. “Nervous?”

“A bit.”

He placed her clothes beside the bag and reached inside the duffle to grab something.

“A knife?” The word reached him across the short distance and he could hear the slight bit of fear in her voice.

Fuck if his monster didn’t almost come because of it. “Yes. You did point out that I already tied your wrists. We can’t have that impeding our fun now can we?” Turning her around so her back was to him, he started at the top of her shirt in the back and cut downward.

A shiver shimmied along her backbone as he cut through the hem at the edge of her shirt. He made quick work of the material along her shoulders and the rag of fabric fell at her feet.

“Cold?” He wanted to know as he cut the straps on her bra.

A moan reverberated through her as he sliced through the last strap around her ribs.

“No.” He tugged it off and her breasts tumbled free.

He reached around her body with his free hand, palming first one of her tits and then the other. Large, firm, sensitive, delicious. She had the best rack he’d ever seen in real life or porn or anything. Perfect. They were perfect. Their weight and warmth. Just fucking perfect.

Grabbing her wrists, he put her hands on the rail in front of her and bent her over. Exposing her pussy to him, he stepped to the side and palmed her ass. “I can smell you. Are you already wet for me?” His fingers slid through her juicy slit and he stared at the shadows of the bruises still on her ass from her last fantasy.

“Yes, I am.”

“Soaked.” Zeke’s monster roared to the forefront.

He yanked his hand up and brought it down on the flesh of her ass on one cheek. Aslan inhaled, and then he smacked the other one even harder.

Her shriek on the second one made his dick jump. Palming her now warm ass, he slid his hand between her thighs again.

“Why did you hit me?” she asked. Didn’t sound at all like she was displeased with him being rough with her.

“Simply because I wanted to see my handprint on your skin. You can see the outline of each of my fingers now. Here, here, here.” He traced the lines, making her gasp. “Oh. Are you sensitive now?” He raked his fingernails over the marks and pulled her to stand and face him.

Her entire body shook, processing…everything.

“Very much so.”

“Good.” He took her chin between his thumb and the knuckle of his first finger, and raised her face so he could stare into her eyes. Dipping his head low, he kissed her. Not harsh, not rough, or mean or aggressively. Soft even. He simply kissed her because he couldn’t go another second without her taste on his lips. A few seconds later, he raised his head.

“Now what?” she whispered.

He pointed to the side and her head followed the motion. “Over there. Kneel on the X on the floor and wait for me. And take off your flip-flops. Don’t want anything to happen to them, of course.”

She slipped out of her shoes with another nibble to her bottom lip and started moving. A few feet away, she shook her head. “There really is an X on the ground. Fuck, you turn me on.”

Zeke’s cock jerked at her admission. “And Aslan?”

She stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.

That look, that stance, that moment in time, would stay with him for as long as he lived. The curves of her body called to him as the lights above highlighted her naked profile. Wrists tied in front of her. Hair cascading down her back. Stunning.

“Your back to me when you kneel. Can’t have you figuring out any of my surprises until I’m ready for you to.”

Then she giggled and started moving again.

Zeke rearranged his cock before kneeling to his bag again. He grabbed two more things and waited to stand until Aslan was on her knees, with her hand printed ass facing him. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He tucked the larger, black item into his pocket and approached her. His shoes and larger frame hit the metal of the catwalk they were on and the noise echoed through the large room.

“You make me feel so beautiful.”

“Good. Because you are.” He gathered her hair and separated it into three sections. Quickly, he braided it and finished the end by wrapping one of her ponytail holders he’d taken from the house that morning around it. Then he pulled the other item out from his back pocket he’d shoved in earlier. A blindfold. He slipped it over her eyes and checked the fit. “See anything?”

To the right. The left. She looked both directions and then shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Good.” He grabbed something else from a shelf he’d placed there earlier and then stepped in front of her. Ripping his shirt over his head, he tossed it in the direction of her clothes. The button on his shorts came next, the zipper, and then
thank fuck
his cock was free.

“Mmm,” Aslan moaned as she leaned forward trying to get to him.

“Thought you couldn’t see,” he groaned as her bound hands reached up and cupped his balls.

She kept going until her fingers pulled his cock toward her. “Can’t. But I heard the zipper and I can smell my favorite treat from a mile away.” Her tongue lapped at the pre-cum waiting at the tip of his cock. “Best taste in the whole world.”

His shorts fell to his ankles and he kicked them off, along with his shoes. “You just keep doing what you’re doing and I’m going to get ready.” Picking up the remote control he’d grabbed from the shelf, he pushed a button and a motor above them whirled to life.

Aslan paused. “Get ready for what?” She hesitated for a second longer and then went back to licking and sucking his cock.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zeke caught movement as his third moved out from between two of the engine compartments and approached him. His third’s gaze was glued on Aslan as she knelt before him. Zeke’s dick pulsed, and Aslan moaned as more pre-cum hit her tongue.

“Right now a hook is descending from the ceiling, hence the reason I put the X on the floor. As soon as it’s low enough, I’m going to hook your wrists to it, lift you up off your knees until your toes are barely touching the ground and then the real fun will begin.”

A little whimper reached him at the same time the hook was close enough to grab. He lowered it a bit more, then pulled his cock from her hands and lips. Grabbing her wrists, he raised her arms, securing her to the hook. Pushing another button, he raised the chain. Her arms rose all the way, and then the hook and chain lifted her off her knees until she stood. About five more inches is all he went, before he stopped.

Aslan’s body was stretched. Not to its max while still touching the ground but very close. It was as if she stood in some of her delicious high heels. Taught and sexy, fuck, she tempted his monster to do wicked dirty things to her.

From his bag, he pulled out a big blanket. Spreading it beneath her feet took a little bit of juggling, but with help from his third, they got it down.

The person standing a few feet away moved closer on silent feet, since Zeke had told them to remove their shoes before approaching. He wanted Aslan to be surprised. Maybe even a little shocked.

Her reaction to his fantasy? He couldn’t wait to see it, scent it, taste it.

Setting the remote down on another shelf, Zeke moved behind Aslan. “So vulnerable now. So defenseless. I could do anything and everything to you I ever dreamed.”

He moved closer until his cock nestled in the cleft of her ass and he palmed her breasts, tugging her back against his chest. “Anything,” he whispered in her ear.

“Everything,” she answered back in a low mumble.

Zeke’s third approached and ran a finger around one of Aslan’s nipples. It could have been his fingers touching her but it wasn’t.

Aslan arched into the touch, the back of her head moving against Zeke’s chest. “More,” she begged.

He caught the eye of the other person standing in front of him and held their gaze. This was the line. That proverbial one he’d never been comfortable crossing before.

“Please,” Aslan pleaded. She shivered against him, seeking something more.

Zeke nodded, knowingly and willingly stepping over that line.

Someone else’s fingers pinched Aslan’s nipple, making it hard, and then they leaned forward and sucked it into their mouth.

Zeke leaned forward a bit, whispering in Aslan’s ear. “Hottest wife ever.”

Aslan huffed out a hard breath, “What the—” She jerked away from the person’s mouth and tried to back up, but Zeke was there to keep her in place.

Air rushed in and out of her lungs and her hands moved across the hook and chain. Fight or flight. Talk about being infinitely familiar with a topic. He grabbed her braid and held her in place.

Looking past his wife, he spoke to the only person he would ever trust his wife’s body to. “Why don’t you say hello to my wife?”

A smile tilted their lips, revealing white teeth. “Hi, Aslan.”

Aslan gasped. “A girl?”

Zeke leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Welcome. To my fantasy.”

Aslan vibrated against him for a few seconds and then slowly relaxed.

Claudia, the woman standing in front of his wife, was a former employee on one of their other cruise ships. She’d ended up moving to another cruise line, due to proximity of their home port in Europe, to be closer to her family.

But before she’d left, she’d pulled Zeke aside and told him how lucky he was to have such a stunning woman like Aslan beside him. She wanted to toss her hat in the ring if they ever decided to dabble in a bit of threesome hotness with another woman.