Beauty on Board - Bad Girls Fantasy

Chapter 2

His eyes blazed with triumph. And, Natasha feel the thrill of anxiety tinged excitement that pulsed deep in her center ignite and begin to slowly spread to her entire body. She was so ready for this kind of adventure. She wanted to lay all of her responsibilities at Alex's feet and just feel. She needed to focus on the feel the sea's moist caress on her skin as the wind riffled through her shock of glossy black curls. And, she could barely contain her excitement to explore the fantasies she had held kept private for so long. She wanted to be Alex's pet. She wanted him to play with her, reward her, she even wanted him to punish her. She wanted to be his.

"You are thinking dirty thoughts, beautiful girl," he whispered in her ear with a smug smile.

She flushed from head to toe. Her lovely olive skin turning a deep dusky rose. She tucked her head, suddenly shy.

He stroked her hair lightly. "Don't be ashamed. I like that you are excited. I want you to enjoy our time together. We will be exploring power exchange. But, the submissive actually hold all the power in that type of relationship. You have the power to stop our fun at any time. You only need to say the safe word. Let's use bronze battle axe. If you want to stop, at any time, just say bronze battle axe. Do you understand?"

She nodded numbly and Alex excused himself to go check their heading.

She turned his words over carefully in her mind. The submissive holds the power. She liked that. She was excited by this fantasy adventure, but she had no intention of actually relinquishing her autonomy. She was fiercely independent and had no intention of changing that aspect of her personality.

She decided to go track down Alex and nearly bumped into him for the second time that day. He was returning to get her. He wanted him to help her drop the sails and prepare to anchor. They are going to Ile Fourchue and to get her luggage sent over from the resort back on Saint Bart's and call her family to let them know she will be cruising for a couple of days.

Reassured by his practicality, she followed him to the foresail for instructions.

"I have to teach you some hand signals, before we get started. Pay careful attention," he said in an authoritative tone.

She felt the throb pulse through her again, but forced herself to pay attention to the task at hand. She had always wanted to learn to sail but never thought it possible. Now was her chance.

Alex made a circle with the thumb and forefinger on his right hand. "This is the sign I use to indicate steer to starboard."

She stared at him blankly. "What does steer to starboard mean?"

He laughed. It was a melodious, wonderful sound. Deep and joyous, it made her smile despite the fact that her ignorance had prompted it.

"If you are facing the bow," he paused, "that's the pointy part of the boat. Facing the bow, the starboard is the right side. If I say steer to starboard, I mean to turn the boat towards the right. Want to take a guess at what steer to port means?"

Natasha grinned. "Turn the boat towards the left?"

He grinned back at her. "Exactly!"

They worked out symbols for steer straight, slow down, and stop with no explanations required. Then Alex got distracted by Natasha's beautiful pouty lips and broke off his lesson to kiss her thoroughly. She was clutching the linen of his shirt and whimpering for more within moments. He intensified the tension by winding his hand into the hair at the back of her head and pulling gently but firmly while exploring her mouth.

He broke away and swatted her ass. "Now back to work, you beautiful, distracting, little minx."

He taught her how to furl the sails and they crept into the anchorage at Ile Fourchue with the engines idling.

"We need to find a good spot," he told her. "We need a sandy spot; that makes it easy to set the anchor." When he finally found a place that he liked it was time to learn to shorten the dinghy painter. They pulled the painter in until the dinghy was very close to the catamaran.

"I don't think I'm quite ready to teach you to drop anchor. Doing it myself is hard, but I've been doing it that way for a long time. Try to pay attention so you will be more prepared the next time. I want you to sail this baby with me."

She really did try to pay attention to the flurry of frantic activity that followed but kept finding herself lost. She was amazed by his speed and the grace with which he moved. He was such a powerful and exciting man. When he was finally finished he smiled wryly at her.

"You're thinking dirty thoughts again," he taunted.

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