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going on dehydrated . He dropped his foot and waited until Fallon regained some semblance of control before he rose and extended his hand. “Let’s go somewhere I can get a drink.”
     She took his hand and allowed him to guide her up several flights of stairs to a secluded deck area above the Bridge. This had been his private spot ever since the ship had first set sail. No one was allowed to use the private enclave unless he approved it. So far, he’d only approved one person to clean the deck chairs and tables once a week. Yesterday he’d made sure everything was clean and ordered a shade cloth stretched over the area.
    “We won’t be disturbed here, and no one can see us. We have total privacy.” His hands went to her sarong and dropped it to the deck. “Lie down on the chaise.” She sat on the end and scooted until she rested against the slightly raised back. “Spread your legs as wide as you can.” Fallon spread her legs. Moisture glistened on her swollen folds, held open by the gold ropes he’d placed there. A flash of pain made him close his eyes and grit his teeth. The key was right there, flashing in the filtered sunlight across her chest. All he had to do was unhook it and end his torment, but not yet. Not until he proved to her how much he’d changed, and then he could tell her what he’d done, and why.
    He opened his eyes against the pain and slid a few throw pillows under her hips. He drew a satin envelope from under a stack of towels and from it took three lengths of nylon rope. Her eyes went wide and she pressed her hands into the cushion as if to bolt.
    “Relax. I’m going to secure your ankles and wrists to the railing.” He indicated the metal railing surrounding the small private deck. “Do you trust me, Fallon?” She was a fool if she did. He didn’t even trust himself these days.
    “Yes.”
    “I won’t hurt you.” That, at least, was true. “I don’t want you to have to think about staying still once I get started. This will take the decision out of your hands.” He lifted one ankle and began to wrap the rope around it in an elaborate knot. “Of course, all you have to do is say the word. You remember the word, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Richard.”
    He secured the first ankle, then the other and stood back to admire his work. She glistened like a fountain of honey in the desert and he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her, but he wasn’t quite through yet.
    “Now your wrists, sweetheart.” He gestured for her to hold them out and she did. In a matter of minutes, he had them secured to the railing behind her head. “How does that feel?”
    She tested the ropes, tugging and writhing. “I’m okay.”
    “One more thing.” He reached for the satin packet one more time and pulled out a length of white satin fabric. “You need to be silent. We wouldn’t want the other passengers to hear you scream and come see what’s going on, would we?”
    “No, Richard.”
    “Okay, then.” He placed the gag in her mouth and tied it behind her neck. “I realize this takes away your ability to end this, so I’m going to give you this last chance to tell me to stop. I promise to bring you nothing but pleasure. Do you trust me to do that?”
    She nodded.
    “I promise to free you when I’m done. Do you want me to stop?”
     She shook her head and closed her eyes.
    “Then let’s begin.” He dropped a kiss to her parted lips before sinking between her thighs.
    The little taste he’d had yesterday had only whetted his appetite. Her alabaster skin seemed translucent in the sunlight filtering through the shade-cloth. Her exposed pussy was rosy pink and glistened with moisture. Richard placed two towels on the deck to protect his knees and dropped down, kneeling like a supplicant before the altar. A flick of his wrist freed his straining cock before he bent to his task.

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    Fallon closed her eyes against the panic setting in. Absurd, but she wasn’t at all concerned