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myself. Here on the
ship.  My wife will never know.  The ship is big enough that she’ll never find
you.”
    In another life, I might’ve found Dolph
handsome in a rugged sort of way.  Dangerous. Seductive.  Obviously rich, if
this was his ship.  Now I just thought he was a disgusting asshole.  God, was he
serious about keeping me here on this ship under his wife’s nose?
    I called him an asshole to his face. I
told him he was a filthy pig. I might’ve even said I was positive that his
mother and father were siblings. He just laughed and ran his hands all over me,
gently at first.  Then he got rough. He’s one of those guys that gets off on
hurting women.  I couldn’t do a damned thing about it.  I just bit my lip and
let him know with my eyes that he was now second on the ‘ List of People I Am
Going to Kill ’’.  Not that it did me any good.
    He told me he didn’t want to fuck me
like this, that he wanted the first time to be all moonlight, dinner, and
roses.  He was even more of an asshole than I thought. I wanted him to stop
touching me.  My shorts were way too short, and all it would’ve taken was a
quick ninja sleight of hand to rip them from my body.  I didn’t think he was
going to do that though. He was dead serious about making the first time he
raped me a romantic experience.  Oh. My. God.
    He wasn’t finished with me though, not
by a long shot. He still had something to prove. He stood near my head, dropped
his jeans to the floor, and proceeded to jack off all over my breasts and
stomach. I have never been so revolted in my life.
      And after he came, he left it there,
like he was marking me as his or something.    I thought only Calvin could push
me into that secret place in my head, the one where I’m safe and no one can get
to me.  I’m glad I have that place.

Chapter
Three
     
    I know there are many people out there
who like bondage during sex, but I have to tell you, it’s a crashing bore to be
tied up for real.  It makes you ache like someone beat the crap out of you. There’s
nothing sexy about it.  I was in agony. Your muscles aren’t supposed to be in
one weird position for hours and hours on end.  I’ll probably never enjoy
bondage again. 
    I lay there all night with the handcuffs
digging into my wrists, the top I had on in ruins. For some reason, the air
conditioning quit.  The room turned into a sauna, and I was lying in a puddle
of sweat.
     I wanted Dolph’s semen off me. I practically
turned inside out trying to wipe it on the bed, but I couldn’t.  I screamed
until my throat hurt. I raged, I seethed, and I finally had a little pity
party.  I pictured myself knowing ahead of time about the trap that Calvin laid
for me.  I made him drink the drugged iced tea and put him on a
ship to nowhere.
    After awhile, there was kind of a moment
of Zen.  The little tantrum my brain was throwing played itself out, and I fell
asleep.
    ~***~
    The key in the lock woke me up the next
morning. I tensed as the door swung open. My breasts were still exposed.  I wondered
if Dolph was going to want to do his thing again. 
    He looked a little worried actually. He
was rather white.  He took off the handcuffs, released my ankles, and really
didn’t make any eye contact with me at all.
    “What’s with the air-conditioning?” I asked,
trying to hide my breasts with my arms as I rubbed my wrists.
    “The engines quit.  We have no power
right now.  We’re dead in the water.”
    Okay, I so did not need to hear
that.  My head jerked around, and I looked out the window.  Yeah, we weren’t
moving. There was nothing but water on the horizon.
    “What happened?” Panic started to clutch
at me, but I managed to keep my voice calm.
    “I don’t know.  Here’s your breakfast. 
I don’t know if you’ll be getting anything else to eat today, so enjoy it.”  He
slammed the door, locked it, and that was that.
    Breakfast was a couple of cold raspberry
Danishes and a glass