“Marcus you need to do something with your woman,” he sighed.
“Oh, I have plans for her,” Marcus called back, laughing as he pulled away.
On the way home, Susan shared what Kelsey had told her and they were still laughing on the way up to bed. It wasn’t the roleplay that had them cracking up; it was that it was strait - laced Ty, who participated.
After undressing and using the bathroom, Susan lay back on the bed waiting for Marcus. She had on one of her favorite nighties, a white lawn poet’s shirt that dripped with lace at the bottom of the long sleeves and around the tied neckline. Grinning, she thought it most appropriate and awaited his reaction.
When Marcus exited the bathroom, it was Susan who was surprised. He wore nothing but a huge erection and a black eye patch.
Popping up on the bed, she roared.
“Where did you get that?” she gasped.
“Well, this I got from you,” he said grinning and wrapping his large hand around his cock. “And this I had from an old eye injury,” he said, indicating the patch.
“Oh, I want to take a picture,” she squealed reaching for her cell phone on the nightstand.
“Put that down, Missy,” he ordered in a crude voice, “there will be none of those devil’s tools on my ship.”
“Yes, sir,” Sue responded meekly, getting into the spirit.
“I take it you know what happens to stowaways on this vessel?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in a challenging way.
“No, what happens?” she sighed, leaning back, fully expecting to be ravished and licking her lips.
“They are soundly thrashed, Missy, so stand up!”
“No Marcus, please,” she begged, no longer kidding. “I’m still so sore from earlier.”
“That’s Captain McCarthy to you, and you’ll do as you’re told,” he insisted sitting down on the bed and reaching for her.
Susan scooted off the other side, and stood, her hands covering her butt, as she watched him warily.
“There’s no use trying to escape,” he told her sternly. “I am the master of this ship and my word is law. Now present yourself over my knee. If I have to come after you it will go all the worse for you, I assure you.”
Watching Susan’s baby steps to his side, Marcus hid his grin. When she reached him he deftly placed her over his knees and raised her nightgown above her waist.
“Well now, this is more like it,” he stated, patting her still pink bottom; “a naughty little sneak waiting for the Captain’s retribution. I shall enjoy teaching you the error of your ways, little one,” he continued, proceeding to lightly spank her bottom.
Susan sighed in relief, it was still a game.
“Yes sir,” she replied, softly faking a sniffle.
“I see it’s a woman’s form you have under that nightshirt,” he smiled as he continued to carefully increase the force of his hand as she wiggled. “That’s a good thing; yes a very good thing, indeed. For the rest of this voyage you will serve all my needs, is that clear?” he asked, pausing while he ran his hand between her thighs gently.
“Yes sir,” Sue replied,
“Are you a virgin girl?” he demanded, his finger poised at her entrance.
No Captain,” she answered, gasping as he embedded his thick digit deep inside her.
“No matter,” he replied, pumping firmly inside her. Gathering her juices, he moved his finger to her bottom hole and rubbed in tiny circles.
“Are you untouched here, girl?” he asked, holding his breath.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Then we shall go slowly,” he told her firmly as he patted her ass and reached into the nightstand for a tube of lube. “But go there we will, little one,” he growled while he greased his finger with a heavy dose and returned to her virgin hole.
