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“Tyler, you cannot go near any of that. Whoever she was sold to, that is the end of it. If you are caught seeking information on her, you could be punished. What are you going to do? Take away another brother’s slave? That kind of offense is punishable, shamefully in front of the brotherhood, and could result in death,” he informs me.
Tears form in my eyes, but they don’t fall as I hang my head in defeat. Staring off into the ocean, I grieve the woman I fell hard for. Had the circumstances been different, I might have even loved her.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
As I lay in bed in silence, all I can think about is that if I get the chance, I am jumping off this boat. I’ll embrace death like it is a long-lost friend. I really couldn’t care less if sharks get me or I drown. I am not going to let this man have control over me and torture me like this and then eventually kill me. I would rather do it myself.
I hear the locks on the door, and Martin enters, carrying headphones with him.
He goes to the dresser beside the bed and pulls out sex toys. The shapes are unique but look like dildos.
“You will lay here with a vibrating dildo in your ass and your pussy,” he says animatedly. “I’ll be watching the show from up there.” He points to the camera. “With the noise-blockingheadphones, the only thing you will be able to focus on is the orgasms that sporadically overtake you.” With amusement dancing across his face, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and lustfully whispers, “I will be fantasizing all day about the sweet taste of your cum, impatiently waiting to come clean up your creamy thighs with my tongue.”
The trauma of all of this causes my mind to zone out because Martin snaps his finger in my face, and a quick squeal escapes my lips.
Resuming his task, he hums a tune as he lubes up both vibrators. I see that both have remotes. He will be controlling the intensity of my pleasure throughout the day.
Great. Can’t wait for the next impending torment.
The most I have ever orgasmed in a day is maybe two times.
He wants me to go an entire day filled with multiple orgasms? I will be physically drained and extremely sensitive afterward.
My legs are spread wide as he dips his finger inside of me, curling it, making contact with my G-spot. He starts to prepare me by stretching me with his fingers. He fucks me with his fingers moving them in and out of me, making it wet. Rubbing the vibrator up and down my slit, he pauses at my clit and lightly moves it from side to side, igniting my arousal. Then, as slowly as possible, he glides the vibrator into my pussy, and it goes in easily.
Next, he lines up the anal vibrator, reaching back for more lube as he coats my rim with it. Jutting a finger in, he swirls it around inside of me, stopping me from clenching and allowing me to relax at the unwanted intrusion.
My body complies, enjoying the sensations as he clicks a button on the remote. Turning them both on, a soft vibration begins.
Fuck me sideways. This sensation of feeling full and the vibration overwhelms my senses. I am going to come fast.
He turns up the vibrations. I writhe on the bed, unable to control myself.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he says as he slides the headphones on, careful of my damaged ear. He leaves the ball gag in place.
Before he even leaves the room, my body seizes up, and my muscles contract and spasm, and I come hard.
Slapping the inside of my thigh, he openly praises me, “That’s my good girl.” He shakes his head with amusement in his eyes and promptly exits the room.
The vibrators don’t turn off. I am so fucked. Literally.
Unable to fight my body no matter how hard I try, escapes me, growing louder as the orgasms flow through me at an alarming rate. There must be some sort of limit. Seriously, how many times can someone come in a day?
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
“Mom, please calm down. I’m just going down to the engine room like I always do. You know I love checking out the mechanics and any upgrades the staff has made,” I tell her.
“Honey, I just want you to be careful. It’s so hot down there, and you know how your father doesn’t like anyone in that area of the yacht. It has always been forbidden and completely off limits to most of the staff members,” she chides.
“Well, you caught me, but like I said, it’s not my first time down there. I just like to hear the mechanics; it stills my warring thoughts.”
She rolls her blue eyes and throws up her hands, surrendering to me. “Fine, I won’t say anything; just be quick about it.”
Descending the stairs, I open the thick, steel, white door to the engine room, which features a small, textured glass window that doesn’t allow you to see clearly what’s on the other side. Loud sounds wash out everything around me, even the ocean, and I love it. It allows me not to be in my head. It’s the same concept as a white noise machine for me.
As I walk around the engine room, an unfamiliar door comes into view. This must be part of the upgrades they worked on during the yacht’s renovation last year.
Cautiously walking up to the door, I hesitantly reach for the handle. I try to open it, but it won’t budge because it’s locked. That is strange. Gently, I press my ear against the door, and all I hear are ear-piercing moans.
