Page 40 of Ship of Fools

“You bought that leather spanking paddle.”

“I did.” I smile. One of my more-successful purchases. “And the girl in the shop made me practice on myself, to make sure I knew how to safely use it. She was very thorough, and I limped home like an idiot with a spanking paddle in a pink sparkly gift bag.”

“I was bruised for days after that one, it was… very good.” He stares at me dreamily.

“I will never hurt you, not intentionally.” I have to add that these days, because I still don’t know what I’m doing. “I don’t know why I like it. I don’t know why I get off on playing with you like that, but I think mostly it turns you on, and that turns me on, and then we egg each other on, and fuck, you make me horny…”

I have to adjust my cock, now trapped in the sheets between us.

“You take so little control in your real life.” He says quietly. “I’ve thought about that, a lot. You work for your dad, your family ridicule you for little things, and I don’t mean that in a bad way, but with me? When we play? You take control. You fucking give it to me, and I love it. It’s nothing we have to psychoanalyse to death, because you know what?”

He climbs up, and straddles me as he grabs my wrists, and pins me down.

I try to play-struggle, but he’s not smiling.

“Stop.” He says instead. “Stop. You were right, so I’m safe-wording you right back. Stop, because… this is not helping. Not one bit.”

“Okay,” I say softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Do you want to go to sleep?” I tease.

He shakes his head vigorously, then grabs my chin. Leans over and kisses my lips.

“I think I need to get out of my head for a bit.”

I moan. Because I know this look in his eyes, and for once? I totally agree with him. We both need to get out of our heads. We need to find our way back. We need to be on holiday and relax and have some kind of normal sun-drenched festive existence. With sex. Because I hope we are on the same page here.

“You have a choice to make, Luca Germano.” He says.

“Okay…”

“You either have a couple of beers with me, right now, and get totally sloshed.”

“Absolutely not.” I say sternly.

He just laughs. “I would never ask that of you, you know that. Wanna hear the alternative then?”

I nod. I have no idea what he’s up to, and that kind of excites me, even more than the fact that he no-doubt will have me orgasming into a coma within the next hour.

He bends down so his mouth is right over mine. Then he opens his dirty mouth and bites down on my bottom lip. Just hard enough to nip.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He says sternly. “Get my dick in that arse of yours. I think I deserve it, don’t you?”

Andreas

The wonderful thing with my life is… There are so many wonderful things in my life that I don’t actually know what order to put them in. But I’ve got Luca, so I’m good.

Luca who is insanely squeamish about his own arse, yet who keeps saying I can top him, whenever I want, despite me always making a face and saying no.

Today? I don’t know why, but for once, I feel like taking some control back, I want to be the Dom dude, and I want to be the bad guy, and I want to make him shout and beg, and cry like he does with me.

Not that I can hurt him, not the way Luca can hurt me. He’s got a sizeable cock, and me? I have a penis that is in proportion to my slimness and slight. In other words, my dick is small. Which is why Luca happily deepthroats me with not even a cough or a whimper, and I have no idea what fucking his throat is like, because... hello? Size matters.

I’m small and perfectly formed, and I know for a fact that this turns Luca on as well. We’ve played along those lines too, him teasing me and punishing me for my tiny dick, something that makes me smile, just thinking about it.

“If I want to slap your face, will you let me?” I whisper, keeping my voice on the edge of menacing. I can’t do it as well as he does, but at least I can try, and he nods as his breathing hitches, which is always a good sign.

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