“It burns, Sir,” he says, panting.
“I know it does, my beautiful boy. This angle is for my advantage, not yours, but it will fade soon enough, won’t it? And you look so beautiful here, like the masthead of my ship, mounted on your Sir’s thick, meaty dick.”
“I love being impaled by you, Sir.”
“I love it too.”
I gather him up in my arms, nuzzling my nose deep in his hair, smelling his sweet musk, then licking along the delicate skin of his neck, tugging with my teeth at his silk collar. Giovanni presses against the mast and thrusts his hips forward, trying to force me deeper inside him.
“Let your Dominant take care of you, Gio. Trust that your Sir will take you there. Relax now and show me what a sweet submissive you are.”
He goes pliant at my urging, soft as silk and so supple. I begin to move at last, slowly filling him like the tide, giving him a little more of my cock each time. His moans are musical, rising and falling melodies that ebb and flow with our movements as he adopts my rhythm as his own.
“So beautiful,” I murmur. “So soft.”
“Feels so good, so right. Use me for your pleasure, Sir.”
And now, the lusting beast emerges. My fingers curl into claws and my teeth begin to show. His neck is the perfect anchor for my bite. He cries out, tightening his hold around my cock.
“Sir, you’re hurting me,” he says, and it’s not a complaint but an entreaty for more. My fingernails scrape along his ribs, then follow the chain to the two clamps tormenting his nipples. I yank them off viciously. Giovanni gasps, and arches from the sudden sensation, howling like a wounded wolf.
“Cazzo,” I mutter, close to my peak already. “You are insatiable, sweetheart, like a nymph from your stories.”
“And you are a satyr, Sir, the kind who hunts and fucks his prey.”
I am suffused by the vision, my conquest now trapped in my lusting embrace. “Come for me, Gio. Come because your Sir says so.”
“I—” he says and his channel spasms, wringing out my orgasm one delicious squeeze at a time. I grab hold of his cock just in time for him to spill over onto my hand. I pump him full of my seed while he calls out my name in an ecstatic wail. The sound echoes across the water. Even the gods of the ocean will know that he is mine.
Now we are lyingon the deck, on a mat that I brought for this very purpose. The sun is setting over the water, casting him in pink and golden hues. We are fed and hydrated, still tangled in each other’s arms, when I tell him, “I have a gift for you.” His eyebrows quirk and I tell him to close his eyes, then retrieve a white canvas bag and pull from it something I made just for us, a token of sorts, a physical manifestation of my desires. I lay it over us like a blanket and tell him to open his eyes.
“What’s this?” he asks, fingering the fine gold web, woven with a delicate silk rope.
“It’s a golden net, like from your story. I made it for the two of us, to be trapped in, for all of eternity. If you try to run from me, Giovanni, I will catch you. I will tie you up and make you sorry that you ever tried to leave me.”
He grins, eyes alight with happiness. “I love it, Sir. The gift and the sentiment behind it.” He rolls with me on the mat, until we are both tangled up together. His long legs straddle my hips as he raises his arms and clutches at the netting with his fingers, drawing it down over his head so that it resembles a bridal veil, so pretty against his skin.
“Are you Ares then, or Hephaestus?” he asks. “Or perhaps you are Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty?”
“I am the poor fool who was struck by Eros’s arrow, and you are the golden nymph who brings me to my knees.”
“You know there is only one way for me to show my appreciation,” he says, sliding his groin against my stiffening member.
“Again?” I ask, because I thought I’d worn him out already.
“Again and again and again,” he murmurs, dragging the net sensually across his skin.
Lying on the deck of my boat with the light of the setting sun glinting off Giovanni’s golden hair, he moves above me, flesh fusing until we are no longer two men, but one beautiful, lusting beast.
“I’m keeping you forever, princess. For as long as I live and breathe, no one will take you away from me.”
“Promise me,” he says.
“I promise.”
This is our new beginning.
EPILOGUE
