“Shh,” Dylan said, unbuckling me and pulling me out of his car before giving Matt the keys to go park it.
Rebecca went for a walk to find a corner-shop before we disembarked while Dylan put all the bags onboard. I was unfortunately to groggy to realise what was going on, let alone help. When Dylan finished with the bags, Kaya had arrived and was lugging her bags below deck.
“Now for the koala,” Dylan said grabbing me around the chest and lifting me to my feet.
He dragged me over to the boat and I stepped on. When I took a step forward, I saw the source of my past 24 hour’s misery lounging casually on a bench at the back of the boat reading. I turned to run, and ran straight into Dylan.
“Where are you going?” He demanded, holding me still and giving me a disapproving look.
“You didn’t tell me she was going to be coming,” I whispered trying to make sure she didn’t hear, though I’m fairly certain that attempt failed since I heard her getting up.
“Hello Paul, how nice of you to join us,” she said snidely, Dylan clearly being torn by the tension.
“Mm, this should be a fun weekend,” I mumbled under my breath.
Feeling my displeasure Dylan intervened.
“Well come on Paul, how about I show you around the boat? Come on, your sharing a room with me,” he said, tugging me beneath the deck, as I felt Freya’s Golden-brown eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.
“Do you really have to be so difficult?” he said, once below deck.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting her, and she did kind of steal you from me.”
“Steal me? I don’t believe I was ever your property, and she didn’t steal me, I chose her,” he said, a scowl spread across his face.
“But…”
“Paul, understand this, I never belonged to you, if anything you belonged to me, and I got tired of you, I know I’m being harsh, but you’ve got to be cruel to be kind,” he finally said opening the door.
“Then consider this the kindest thing I’ll ever do,” I said, stopping down hard on his foot and storming off.
I struggled to fight back the tears as I looked for the toilet. I have no idea why when you don’t want to be found you go to the toilet, yet no one ever looks there till last. I went through maybe a roll and a half of toilet paper, and watched it pile up on the floor in front of me. What was wrong with me, I was acting like I was the only person to ever be heart broken, despite the fact that someone I had heartbroken was most likely to be on her way right now.
I could hear Dylan hobbling around opening and closing doors random. He was getting closer. He finally got to the toilet, and opened it. Why was there no lock on here.
“What are you doing in here?” He asked when he finally found me. All I could get out were a few sniffles.
“You’re going to make yourself catch pneumonia from all the tears,” he said chuckling.
I got up off the toilet, and he raised his arms for a hug. Instead a sucker punched him in the gut and stormed off to the kitchen. That one was a little easier to find considering I’d nearly ran in there looking for the toilet. I rummaged through the fridge and found a tub of ice-cream, and a spoon. I walked out of the kitchen (or galley if you want to get technical) and onto the lower deck (this was almost a miniature cruise ship, the top area had the deck we got onto, the control room, the satellite TV and the bar. The lower deck had the bedrooms, bathroom and toilet, galley and the smaller bottom deck which I was currently on), sitting down on the wooden deck, I started shoving great spoonfuls of the ice-cream into my mouth. Eventually the tears stopped, I’m not sure whether because they ran out, or the ice-cream froze my ducts. I quickly collected myself and marched back into the galley, dumped the ice-cream, then heaved myself back to the room to unpack.
It was barely noon when Annabelle finally arrived and Dylan decided to disembark straight away. He’d never told me he could drive a boat. I unpacked my things, put on a jumper then went up topside. Much to my surprise, it wasn’t Dylan driving, it was Rebecca; that explains why she’d been invited. A less kind image was that of Dylan snuggling up to Freya while she ranted about shopping to Kaya and Annabelle. I decided I was best to talk to Matt, who seemed the least preoccupied choice; but where the hell was he.
“Hey Rebecca, what happened to Matt?”
“Oh he went for a sleep, he felt a bit sea sick taking off, it’s starting to calm down now at least.”
“Ahh ok,” I said with a tinge to much disappointment.
“So what’s up then?”
“Oh nothing, I just wanted someone to talk to.”
“I’m here.”
“Yes you are, and here is in front of a steering wheel on a boat 100metres off the coast of Queensland.”
“Your point being?”
“Aren’t you a little preoccupied to be talking?”
“Pfft, nope,” she said with a giggle, “Now talk squishy, or we might capsize.”
“Squishy?”
“I saw you down that bucket of ice-cream. It was like a horror movie: The ice-cream, the innocent blond prom queen, you the vicious blood thirsty devourer. The carnage,” she said, making tsk tsk tsk noises.
“Well that’s an interesting way of looking at it,” I said with a hum.
“I don’t suppose you were eating that ice-cream because you were hungry. Judging by the amount of tissues stacked up in the toilet, I’d guess that you were at least moderately upset?”
“Its nothing,” I said looking away.
“So is the remains of the ice-cream,” she said, slowing the boat and closing the cabin door, “There, we’re behind closed doors, now talk or I’ll go tell Dylan you’re in here.”
“Grr,” I groaned and moaned my way through explaining the situation.
“Hmm, my cousin can be kinda’ harsh sometimes, I guess. But he is right to, I know you feel, differently about him, and kind of cheated. But he’ always trying to do what’ best for everyone. Just sometimes, he can’t.
“If your upset, why don’t you call up what’s-his-name. Umm.. Sam. That’s it. I’m sure he’ll be kind enough to comfort you.”
“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.”
“I know, I should have a show.”
“I’m just really not sure what to do.”
“Perhaps you should talk to him about this. He’s a pretty good listener when you get him cornered.”
“Mm…”
We spent most of the day talking about stupid things, and her explaining, that the boat, in fact belonged to her, and Dylan asked to borrow it, which she allowed on the condition she got to come along. At 5 she stopped the boat about 25 kilometres of the coast (just into international waters). At about 6pm we sat down on the lounge up on the top deck for dinner and watched the sun set in the horizon. I made sure to keep a careful distance from Annabelle, who seemed more than ready to stab me with a fork. After some light banter and a heavy dinner, we decided to have an early night, then get up early tomorrow. I somehow didn’t think anyone would be sleeping.
I got changed into some pjs and hopped on my bed.
“You know I really am sorry,” Dylan said getting dressed. I looked over at him, with nothing on, and rolled away.
“You’re kidding me right, you’re actually not going to talk to me while I have no clothes on, despite you’ve seen me like this at least twice in the past month?” He asked with a hysterical tone to his voice. I groaned a response and pulled the blanket over my head.
“Gah! Paul, I’m going to give you 2 options. One, you can keep moping around and I’ll just ignore you altogether; or two, you can cheer up, and I’ll make you mine.”
“What?” I said flipping over so fast the blanket fell on the floor.
“If you cheer up and behave, I’ll make you mine.”
“What do you mean yours?”
“I mean I will make you mine. Not like a boyfriend, more of a slave.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then I’ll just ignore you,” he said, moving over and sitting on the bed, only half clothed, “Its one of the other, Be ignored or be my toy.”
“Err,” I was dumbstruck, he pretty much just told me I could still be with him while he was with Freya, “If I do become your slave what would that entail?”
“The usual stuff, think back to poker games, maybe some training you up, anything else I think of down the track,” he said with a wink,” if you’re a good boy, I might even give you a treat.”
I looked up at him, somewhat confused, somewhat dazed and somewhat happy. I pulled myself up off the bed, walked to the door, and locked it. Then crawled back over to him and sat at his feet.
“Good boy, you might get the hang of this faster than I thought. Now pick up all my dirty clothes,” he said signalling to the pile on the floor,” and bring over my boxers.”
I did as I was told. I cleaned up all his clothes, put them away in his bag, then grabbed his dirty boxers with my teeth, crawled back to him and dropped them on the floor.
“Good,” he said, picking up the boxers and shoving them under my nose and into my mouth, “Inhale them you bitch. Tell me what they smell like. How much do you want more?” he said clearly playing the dominant part well, “Speak whore, answer me when I speak.”
“Yes sir. They smell like you, like angels. I don’t want more, I need more.” For some reason he dealt me a blow to the side of the face.
“Stop sucking up. Now get on all fours, we’re going to start your training.”
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I’d been completely unprepared for this as he pushed me back down to the floor, resting his foot between my shoulder blades.
“What shall we do first?” he asked, clearly not wanting me to answer, “I know. How about we check out your technique,” taking off his pyjama bottoms while he spoke.
He sat back down on the bed, and lifted me to my knees, then with great force, he shoved my head forward into his crotch.
“Don’t just sit there. Suck on it.”
I opened my mouth and engulfed his member. It went from soft to rock hard in seconds, gagging me as it pushed against the back on my throat. I finally stopped gagging and started sucking on his now solid dick. I whirled my tongue around the tip, then as far down the shaft as possible, snaking back to the top and repeating. Not happy with my performance, Dylan grabbed the back on my head and pushed it up and down. I regained my place and kept going with my head moving along too. Before I’d come close to thinking about deepthroating him, Dylan stood up and began skull fucking me, causing me to gag. I struggled to regain my breathing but eventually did. By the time I had I could feel his dick pulsing, and his body tense.
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