Chapter Seventeen

Bryan paid the man for all the fruit and the splintered stand.

Ella had offered, but Bryan had insisted. That was good, she knew, because she’d used much of her checking account just being on that cruise in the first place! Replacing a whole fruit stand would have stretched her thin. But she’d done the crime. She was prepared to do the time, so to speak. She owed that money fair and square.

Now, they were back on the ship, leaving the tiny island behind. They were set to visit other islands in the coming days. But for now, they had other concerns.

In Bryan’s cabin, he said, “Honey, do you want to tell me what that was all about?”

Ella sighed. “I, just…what I did was ridiculous.”

Bryan chuckled. “Yeah. But I’m not having this conversation as a Daddy. I’m not lecturing you before a spanking or anything. I truly want to know what’s going on. I’m concerned.”

Ella perked up. “I’m not getting a spanking?”

He held up his hands, halting her. “Whoa there, little girl. I didn’t say that. I’m saying right now, I’m just trying to figure this out.”

“Oh,” she said, hanging her head once again.

A full minute passed. She started her explanation with another sigh. “It’s the same reason why I drank all that champagne last night. I saw that woman—you know, the hot, skinny blond with big boobs—coming to talk to you. And I panicked. I know that sounds silly. But this time with you has been magical and I’ve dreamed of me and you for so long. Seriously, you don’t know how long.”

“I think I do,” he said, nodding as he inched forward. “Because I’ve dreamed of you, too, honey.”

For a moment, that old, familiar self-doubt told her he was just being nice. But then she realized how ridiculous that idea was. He was obviously into her. Shouldn’t that be evident after all they’d been through the last couple of days?

But that nagging specter of low self-esteem is hard to escape.

She tried to speak again, but the lump in her throat was too big.

So Bryan did the talking for her. He gently stroked her cheek as he said, “You were worried that I was going to see this hot blond with big boobs and fall for her, forgetting about you, huh?”

“Well, yeah,” she admitted. “I couldn’t blame you if you did.”

“So what’s your plan?” he said. “Me and you end up together—which we will, by the way—but you have to spend your whole life making sure I don’t talk to other women because I might think they’re a better catch, therefore releasing you back in the pond.” He smirked. “Not that you’re a fish. But you get the picture.”

She laughed. Hearing him spell it out did make her realize how silly the idea was.

“Ella, there won’t always be a go-kart around,” he said. “Eventually you’re going to run out of distractions. So, maybe it’s better if you just trust me. And trust my love for you.”

She was stunned into silence, but it didn’t matter because she couldn’t speak at the moment, anyway. His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that stole her breath.

He lingered for a moment, keeping her bottom lip a few seconds as he pulled away.

“You love me?” she said.

“I have for a while,” he said. “I know that might sound crazy. You’ve been my patient and we’ve never seen each other outside of that office. But I’m crazy about you, honey. And when I saw you on this ship, I knew that it was—”

This time, she kissed him, cutting off his words and throwing herself against him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said in a breathless tone, his voice barely over that of a whisper once the kiss had ended. “You never have to worry how I feel. Or that you’re not good enough. You’re perfect. You’re my perfect little girl.”

He began undressing her even as he spoke, peeling her clothes off and tossing them aside. He shirked out of his, too, and a moment later they were both naked, standing near his bed.

He sank to his knees and started kissing a trail up her left leg, going across her pubic mound, and then down her right leg.

She quivered, running her hands through his dark hair, throwing her head back and moaning in anticipation. The pecks and nibbles were wonderful, but she needed more.

And soon she would have it.

He was still kissing her thighs, moving his tongue upward, when he reached behind and gave her a hard, open-palmed swat on the backside.

The pain and pleasure mingled, shooting through her body like a shockwave. She looked down to see him looking up from the tops of his eyes, grinning wickedly.

“Spread those feet a little more,” he said.

Still standing, she did as told. He craned his neck downward to have better access between her legs. He used his tongue to trace her glistening slit.

She moaned, the sound bouncing off the walls of the confined cabin. She dug her nails into his scalp, pushing his head forward, encouraging him.

He went to work with his mouth, sucking her clit, darting his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, and then returning to the sensitive button.

She was on the brink of climax when he stood, spun her around, and bent her over. He rubbed her round ass, giving the right cheek a sharp smack.

She giggled, wiggling her butt.

He rubbed her bottom a few seconds, warming it, before pulling his hand back. He spanked her harder, causing her to gasp and moan.

“All your spankings won’t be so fun, little girl. Remember that,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiled as he massaged her pink cheeks. He then dipped his hand between her legs, parted her folds, and found her clit.

“Come for Daddy,” he said.

As he massaged her pearl, she moved her hips, grinding into him, loving the sensation of his fingers working their magic.

She was so close. Her heart was beating rapidly. A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

When he brought his other hand forward and inserted two fingers, her entire body tensed. She was so wet, and his fingers felt so good. He knew exactly the right speed and intensity. He was in complete control—a master craftsman pulling exactly what he wanted from her.

And what he wanted was to hear his little girl scream in sheer ecstasy.

He was about to get his wish.

Ella’s knees buckled as she began to shake, coming hard. He kept rubbing her pussy as she did, his strong arm supporting her body weight, allowing her to give herself completely to the pleasure.

Finally, when her body stopped shaking, he lifted her and turned her back around.

He kissed her.

“My turn,” he said with a devilish grin.

He spun her back to face the other direction and bent her over the bed. He gripped her waist and moved her up until her ass was lined up to his throbbing, aching steel.

She could feel his thick tip rubbing against her slit.

He was so hard.

He took a moment, sliding the head up and down her opening, teasing her and making her whimper and beg. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, he thrust his hips forward.

He sank deep inside her, his cock parting her wet pussy and sending shock-wave of pleasure-pain jolting through her. For the briefest of moments, it was like she was that twenty-year-old virgin again, being pierced for the first time.

A cock as massive as Bryan’s had that effect.

But the shock wore off, and white-hot pleasure took its place. The sensation was incredible. She gripped the bed’s sheets and threw her head back.

He held her by the hips, rocked back, and then slammed forward once again. He repeated the process, going faster, his rod sliding in and out.

It felt so damn good.

He pounded her relentlessly. The bed was rocking loudly, banging against the wall, competing with the sound of their wet flesh slapping together.

He reached around, finding her clit again, and massaged her while he continued his hard drubbing. She had a mini explosion, but it wasn’t anything compared to the climax that was to come.

He let go of her pearl, reached up, and grabbed a handful of hair. He yanked her head back.

She gasped, her back arching. He pulled a bit harder. That’s all it took.

She exploded in a blinding orgasm. She screamed as she shook, her entire body quaking violently, her legs wobbling, her arms trembling.

A few seconds later, he joined her, his cock pumping hard, spraying her womb with his hot, thick, creamy load.

They stayed like that for a few moments, frozen, panting and gasping for breath, their hearts racing as he drained every last drop deep into her.

Finally, Bryan collapsed onto the bed, taking Ella with him. They landed in a sweaty heap.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as they caught their breaths.

It was a long time before he said—his voice hoarse, his breathing still labored—“I love you, little girl.

“And I always will.