“Does Sir require something of his boy?” I ask demurely.
“Yes, I need you to trim that sail.”
Sir stands behind me while I crank the winch, his large arms overlapping mine, his broad chest firm at my back. “Yes, a little tighter now,” he urges and thrusts his hips slightly. “And now, a little looser.”
I stop what I’m doing to glance back at him, realizing that this is purely for his entertainment. “You are impossible,” I tell him, laughing.
“I amverypossible,” he says, and catches my lips with his mouth. I sort of… melt into his arms as Sir steers me around so that my back is against the cabin and his arms are caging me on either side. His tongue, like his cock, is large and eager as it roots around inside my mouth, demanding to be worshiped and adored. I’ve never been kissed like this before, in such a teasing, exploratory way and without a deeper meaning of submission. When Master kisses me, it is to remind me that my mouth is his to plunder; when Sir kisses me, it is simply a quest for pleasure, both his and mine.
“See, I am a good kisser,” he says when he finally pulls away.
“Yes.” I nod in a daze and stare at him, unblinking.
There is still no fucking to be done, however, as Sir goes back to sitting in his captain’s chair behind the wheel. He orders me about, adjusting sails or fetching him a cold drink from the refrigerator below deck. He makes me call him Captain and pulls me onto his lap so that I can steer the boat as well. Then his big, firm fingers are groping inside my bathing suit, tugging out my cock and balls and jacking me off so expertly that my knees tremble and I must brace myself against him. He catches my ejaculate in the valley of his palm and feeds it to me, cupping his large hand over my mouth in a possessive way.
“You are not a bad first mate,” he says while I’m still catching my breath from the spontaneous orgasm. “Do you like sailing, little boy?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“I knew you would.”
The wind iswith us and the trip only takes a few hours. Sir docks at his own private slip in the marina and we walk the rest of the way to his stylist, who is more like a barber with his own shop on one of Naples’ many narrow alleyways. Lorenzo sits me down in his chair and eyes my hair from all angles. At last he says, “You could dye it or you could cut it.”
“Princess?” Sir says.
I stare at myself in the mirror and don’t know which one I’d prefer. There’s no need to maintain my anonymity here, and I do miss my blond hair, but I don’t really want to dye it back. If I cut it, would Master be upset?
“I don’t know, Sir. Will you consult my Master on this one?”
Sir nods and makes a call to discuss it with Master. When he returns, he tells me that Master says it’s okay to cut it and let my natural color grow out. I am relieved to have Master’s input. To Lorenzo he says, “Leave as much as possible on the top, enough for a handful,” then winks at me in the mirror. Lorenzo takes over, shearing away my long, black hair and then using clippers to shave the sides. When it’s dried and styled, I look at myself in the mirror to find a ghost staring back at me.Matthew.I haven’t seen his face in so long. I almost want to ask him what he’s doing here.
Have you followed me here from New York, Matthew? What do you want now?
“You don’t like it?” Sir says.
“It’s different.” But in a way, it’s not different at all. It’s exactly how Matthew wore his hair. I didn’t realize this might be a trigger for me—I never know when one is going to pop up. “It reminds me of the way I used to look.”
“Does that bother you?” Sir asks with concern.
“A little bit, but it will be much easier to wash like this.”
Sir nods, but he’s still watching me closely. “Come, we go get dessert now.”
After dessert, which we eatbeforedinner, and after Sir buys me something from a store that looks like it specializes in slutty clubwear, Sir says I need to get dressed in my new clothes because we’re going dancing.
“Dancing?” I ask, intrigued by the prospect.
“Yes, I am taking my pretty baby on a date. You like dancing, no?”
“I love dancing,” I tell him, but then I think about all the temptations. “You’ll have to keep your eye on me, though. Don’t let me have anything alcoholic to drink and don’t let me out of your sight.” Perhaps I am stronger now, but I don’t wish to test it.
“No problem, princess. I will be to you like a cheeseburger to fries.”
That’s not an Italian expression; he made that one up.
I seeMatthew’s ghost again when I dawn the sheer black shirt that Sir bought me and the leather pants he told me to bring with me from Master’s villa. Other than my gold piercings, which are new, I could be Matthew getting ready for a night out with drugs in my pocket or a connection in my sights. It’s discomfiting to know that even with all of Master’s careful instruction and all of his rules, I could so easily slip back into Matthew’s reckless life.
“You look very nice, princess,” Sir says. He’s wearing his usual clothing, jeans and a clingy t-shirt, only they’re both black this time, giving him a slightly dangerous air. He doesn’t need any extra adornment. He’s sexy no matter what he wears, and he knows it.
