I had chosen a little red dress, just a slip, really and a pair of barely there but mile high sandals encrusted all over with crystals. I recognized the signature red soles and knew I was wearing Christian Louboutin again. We were becoming old friends.
I brushed my hair 'til it shone and pinned it back on one side with a crystal encrusted comb I had found in a box in my closet on board the King's Risk. All of the clothes that had been on the airplane magically appeared in the master stateroom on the yacht with some new additions. The accessory box was one of them. There were several pairs of earrings including a pair of large heart-shaped red crystals set around with smaller clear ones. They matched perfectly and had to have been chosen with the dress in mind. Tristan's personal shopper was extremely good at the job.
"I knew red was going to be one of the colors I liked best on you. Your hair picks up the warm tone so nicely. You were wrapped like an elegant Valentine last night. Did you enjoy the blindfold, my sweet Queen?"
As he asked, he trailed his hand down my chest and back and forth across my nipple. It immediately sprang to life. I stuttered a breathless "yes" as he crossed my chest to make both nipples match. Then he drew his hand up to my throat and tickled softly at my neck.
"I had debated about the ruby necklace, but I see that I made the right decision. Much as I think you deserve to be dripping in jewels, this," he said as he slid his fingers against my flesh, "swan's neck needs no decoration."
My hand shot up to my earlobe in the realization that I was wearing a couple of rubies the size of dimes. I'm sure my eyes grew wider even as I made a huge effort to appear nonchalant. I nervously repositioned the crystal comb behind my ear with the realization that it, too, might be more than just a costume ornament.
"You can thank Kwan for that. I told him to find some unique things that might suit you. He's a ridiculous shop-a-holic. Carte blanche and an internet connection and he's off to the races. But I have to admit he's good at it."
"I'll have to thank him. It's very unique." I took a sip of my wine. "Of course, pretty much everything since the day we met has been unique."
Kwan followed behind us as we strolled back to the boat under the stars. It's a damn good thing it was only a block. As pretty as my sandals were, they were strictly made for standing around looking good, not walking an uneven sidewalk. I held on to Tristan's arm as much for balance as for the romance of walking arm in arm.
King's Risk rocked gently in her slip, softly lit by dozens of small brass lanterns hung all around the decks. The lights gave off a soft amber glow that invited us to sit and relax on deck. The night was cool and our body clocks made it seem early.
The steward brought Tristan's favorite--his snifters and a bottle of Armagnac.
"Care for some?"
"I'm so full I don't think I have anywhere to put another drop of anything." I relaxed against the soft white cushions and watched the waning activity in the marina. Here and there I heard the tinkle of laughter or a bit of conversation but otherwise the only sound was the slap-slap of small waves against the boat's hull.
Tristan poured a modest dram of the brandy in a snifter and held it to his nose. "Let's just share a sip, then." Not for the first time I noticed how perfectly formed his features were. I read somewhere that the most beautiful faces are the ones that are the most symmetrical. I was willing to bet that if you sliced pictures of Tristan's face right down the center and pasted like sides together the results would be identical.
His nose was delicate and masculine at the same time. It might have been a rather sharp nose in any other face. But on him, bisecting his high cheekbones and the hollows beneath them; ending exactly at the indentation above his generous lips, it was the only nose for such a face.
He held the snifter to my lips and I took a small sip. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. The complex flavor and gentle burn of the liquor infused my mouth and warmed my throat.
I could feel Tristan move closer to me but I didn't open my eyes. I allowed myself to simply feel him moving toward my face and waited for the softness of his lips against mine. He took my lower lip in his and pulled it sweetly between his teeth. Then he pressed his mouth into mine and found my tongue. He traced across my teeth and around the "O" that formed from my desire.
Kisses landed like embers against my temples, my chin, my neck. He took my earlobe between his teeth and I heard the scrape of ruby against the pearls of his teeth as he nibbled at me there. I felt chills as his warm breath hissed into my ear and he whispered sweet salty words to set me ablaze.
"Every part of you is worthy of worship. Even your little ear--a delicate pink shell. The ruby is honored just by piercing you." He bit down, hard, and I cried out. "I'm going to pierce you too. My cock will own you, and nothing else will matter to you except me--hard and hot--between your thighs."
I could barely exhale a groan.
"How will I fuck you tonight, my Queen? Is there an unspoken fantasy I can bring to life? Is there something you conjure when your delicate hand privately works your exquisite clit?" At that he reached between my legs and clutched my pussy.
"Oh God, Tristan . . ." I was so in heat it was insane. I didn't need fantasy or magic thoughts when Tristan's hand was right there. What I needed was him, inside me. "All I want . . . just . . ."
"Say it."
"Fuck me now. Hard, fast. Just take me." The whole evening had been foreplay. What I wanted was to be full of the man.
I expected him to lead me to the stateroom. Instead, he stood me up and pulled my panties down to my feet. I kicked them aside and watched as he unbuckled, unzipped and freed his erection in seconds. He sat back against the cushions. The soft lantern light shone on the shiny smooth skin of his cockhead, already wet with desire. I'd never considered a penis a thing of beauty, but Tristan had a way of changing my way of thinking about a lot of things.
I couldn't decide whether to take him in my mouth first or simply straddle him. He read my indecision. "Ride me, just the way you know you want to . . ."
The thought crossed my mind that there were other people on board King's Risk and other boats in the marina possibly with people on deck who could see us. In the end, it didn't matter. I had to have him. I straddled his lap and he slid into me instantly. His kisses and his words were all it took to bring me to that blissful state where I was hot and wet with need.
I rocked against him slowly at first, just savoring being full of Tristan's thick, hard dick. Soon urgency overtook me and my body began to fold into itself like some origami figure taking shape as it grew smaller and more intricate with each crease.