Amazon Slave (27 page)

Emily nodded her approval and took another step towards the companionway. She paused and fixed him with a steely expression. ‘Have they awarded the contract yet?’

‘They’re waiting for your arrival,’ he replied briskly. ‘But I wouldn’t get overconfident because of that. I’m sure John’s got something up his sleeve.’

Emily considered him warily. ‘And, do I have the Captain’s permission to go below deck?’

He grunted dark laughter. ‘You have the Captain’s permission. And this time, Dawn and Vincent are under strict instructions to count the silverware once you’ve left.’

Emily ignored the sleight and walked confidently towards the main hatch. If John was waiting for her arrival before announcing who had won the contract, it had to bode well. She allowed Dawn and Judy to climb down to the saloon before she followed them.

The Tchaikovsy waltz had given way to Rimsky-Korsakov’s
Sheherazade
. The heady pulsating rhythm of a powerful orchestra filled the room. All four of the occupants were either undressed or as close to as made no difference. John Masters and Laura were locked in a passionate embrace, their hands and fingers exploring one another fully.

Alan Thomas sat in one of the chairs, a glass of wine in one hand, a canapé in the other, and Vincent’s head buried between his legs.

As she climbed into the room, Emily was afforded a view of Vincent’s tongue trailing along the entire length of Alan’s cock. A broad grin of satisfaction had spread across Alan’s face and he rubbed his fingers fondly through the blond man’s hair. He waved acknowledgement to Emily and her companions with his glass of wine.

‘Would you like drinks?’ Dawn asked. She directed the question between Emily and Judy.

‘Judy will organise them for us,’ Emily said carefully. ‘I’m sure you have duties to attend to.’

Dawn grinned and nodded. She moved forward and kissed Emily, her small mouth pressing gently against her lips. Blushing softly, she backed away and whispered the words ‘thank you’. Emily watched as Dawn moved towards John and Laura, slipping out of the robe she wore as she neared them. She pressed her naked body against John’s back and stroked her hands along his hips and thighs.

Sandwiched between the two women, Emily saw a grin of delight twisting John Master’s face. He moved one hand from Laura’s breast and reached behind himself, cupping Dawn’s arse. For the first time, he noticed Emily and a smile of recognition lit his lips. ‘We’ve been waiting for you! Where’s Captain Wilde?’

She returned his smile. ‘He’s on deck, with Roderick.’ She noticed Alan glance at her when she mentioned Roderick’s name. Her smile broadened.

‘We need to talk when he gets here,’ John said.

‘Should I fetch him?’ Emily asked.

He shook his head. His lips brushed softly against Laura’s before speaking. ‘No. We can let the evening take its own course.’

Laura eased herself from John’s arms, whispering a promise of return in his ear. She moved to Emily’s side and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek. ‘You’ve certainly got my husband in a rage,’ she said, a trace of amusement colouring her tone. ‘Although that’s nothing new for you, is it?’

Emily glanced at Judy. ‘Why don’t you slip out of that blouse and see if John needs you?’ she suggested quietly. There was enough force in her tone to make Judy realise the words were a command – not a request. She moved quickly towards John Masters, unfastening her blouse as she walked.

‘You aren’t mad at me, are you?’

Laura laughed softly. ‘How on earth could I be mad at you?’ She linked her arm with Emily’s and pressed her naked body close. The swell of her breast touched Emily’s bare arm, triggering a small thrill of pleasure. ‘The Captain and I have been married for fifteen years now,’ she explained quietly. ‘We started playing games like this to spice up our love life, and it’s worked brilliantly. Sex between us has never been better. The only thing that improves it is when my husband gets passionate about something.’ She glanced knowingly at Emily. ‘You’ve managed to make him more passionate than I could ever have believed.’

Emily grinned. She felt Laura’s hand touching her breast through the flimsy fabric of the body she wore. ‘You’re not angry about the contract then?’

Laura smiled and shook her head. ‘We won’t collapse into penury if we lose it,’ she explained. ‘The chances are, we’d have more time for sailing, and other such things.’ A wistful smile touched her lips. Speaking as though it was the first time she had considered the idea, she added, ‘In a way, I hope you do win. It would make him so furious he’d be an absolute joy to live with.’

Emily allowed the woman to kiss her. She felt Laura’s fingers traverse her body with measured curiosity. Her touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure throughout Emily’s body. The heady pulse of
Sheherazade
continued from the CD player, cocooning her in a warm, luxuriant world of hedonistic opulence.

Normally, she would have closed her eyes and enjoyed the tactile experiences from the solitary world behind her eyelids. This evening, because there were so many exciting things to see, she glanced around the saloon and watched the others enjoying themselves.

The sights proved to be a powerful stimulant.

Alan and Vincent had moved from the chair to the floor. They were both naked, Vincent laying down with Alan kneeling over him. As she watched, Emily saw Alan take Vincent’s length in his mouth. He sucked gently on the swollen purple end, his tongue trailing slowly around the sensitive flesh of Vincent’s fraenum.

Moaning excitedly, Vincent thrust his mouth forward. He delivered a series of soft kisses to Alan’s arsehole, his tongue sliding purposefully around the puckered rim. Moving upwards, he put his mouth over Alan’s balls and tongued them carefully, before placing his lips at the base of the man’s shaft.

Excited, the pair groaned in unison.

Emily felt a thrill of delight as she studied them. She was aware that her arousal was hastened by the sultry touch of Laura’s fingers working their way up her legs. To allow the woman easier access, she parted them slightly. The tingling spark of excitement that stirred the lips of her labia was quickly becoming a demanding pulse that craved satisfaction.

She switched her gaze from Alan and Vincent, drawn by John’s moans of mounting excitement.

As she had instructed, Judy had joined John and Dawn. With her pert breasts bared, she knelt before the man and took his length in her mouth. Her tongue worked eagerly on his long shaft, coating the hard erection with a glistening layer of wetness. As she licked him, she stared meekly upwards with her large green eyes.

Watching her, Emily realised something had changed in the woman’s expression. Before she had boarded the
Amazon Maiden
, Emily had been aware of a hint of cunning in those emerald eyes. Seeing Judy now, she realised the assertive rebelliousness had gone. It had been replaced by a look of meek servility. Aware that she had brought about that change in the woman, Emily smiled happily to herself.

John Masters placed his hand firmly on her head and forced her to take his length between her lips. Judy smiled around his cock as she did this. Her gaze remained upturned, as she studied his face for signs of approval.

Behind John, Dawn was also kneeling. Her hands were gently stroking his legs and abdomen in long, languid caresses. At the same time, she had her mouth pressed between the cheeks of his arse. Although she could not see it, Emily knew the woman would have her tongue buried deep up John’s anus. Her excited moans of enjoyment were muted by his backside, but Emily was close enough to hear them.

Laura’s fingers teased at the heat between her legs and Emily finally closed her eyes. The excitement of watching the others was too powerful for her to indulge in it for too long. As much as she wanted to share their enjoyment by watching, she realised the urgency of her own arousal needed more practical satisfaction.

Laura’s mouth went to her breasts and Emily thrilled to the pleasure of having her nipples sucked. The woman teased the sensitive buds of flesh with a careful tongue, inspiring waves of pleasure that seemed to carry on forever. Hardly realising she had moved, Emily felt Laura’s tongue travelling downwards. The skirt she wore was brushed casually aside. Then she felt the intimate exploration of Laura’s eager mouth against the hot, wet cleft of her sex.

She murmured a soft word of appreciation, keeping her eyes closed as the eruption of joy grew within her. A mouth pressed against hers and she kissed it happily, not knowing or caring who it was. A hand cupped her breast, the thumb brushing roughly against the hard bud of her nipple. She felt a second hand touching her, then a third and a fourth.

With her eyes closed, Emily was lost in a blissful world of sexual adulation. Fingers, hands, mouths and lips touched, stroked, kissed and caressed her. She could feel the pressure of a cock forcing against her thigh and reached a hand down to carelessly stroke it.

As Laura continued to tongue the cleft between her legs, Emily sighed happily, indulging herself completely in the experience. She felt the stirrings of an orgasm rise inside her, triggered by myriad touches and caresses. Her breath deepened as a pair of hands touched her buttocks then pushed softly at the forbidden rim of her anus.

‘Wilde! I’m pleased you could join us at last!’ John said cheerfully.

Emily opened her eyes suddenly. She was not surprised to see Captain Wilde standing over her. His hand cupped her breast and his lips were a whisper away from hers. She studied him calmly, determined that he would see neither contempt nor adulation on her face. ‘I thought it was you,’ she said coolly.

He raised his eyebrows. ‘Yet you let me continue?’

She shrugged. ‘You can try to please me all night long if you like. I’ll allow you to do that.’

Still licking between Emily’s legs, Laura smiled softly as her tongue probed the tender pink flesh.

Ignoring the darkening frown that crossed the captain’s brow, Emily glanced at Roderick. He too had been caressing her as she stood with her eyes closed. His fingers rested against her buttocks and he pressed soft kisses against her neck. She kissed him softly on the cheek, then pushed him gently away. ‘Why don’t you go and renew your acquaintance with Alan?’ she suggested. She glanced to where Alan and Vincent lay and saw the pair grinning broadly at one another. Their arms lay easily over each other’s shoulders. Rivulets of Alan’s thick white cream coated Vincent’s mouth and lips. Alan was tracing patterns in the wetness with one long, careful finger. In spite of the fact that he had just climaxed, his cock was standing proud.

Emily heard Roderick swallow nervously. She would have been concerned for him if she had not seen the broad smile of anticipation that crossed his lips.

He placed a last kiss on her neck and studied her face. ‘Is that what you want me to do?’

She nodded and grinned at him.

Without another word, Roderick moved towards Alan and Vincent.

As Roderick left her, John Masters joined the three of them. His cock was raging hard and Emily saw it was still coated with the wetness Judy had caused. She placed a finger against the swollen tip and stroked it softly. The length twitched appreciatively beneath her touch.

Judy watched her doing this and frowned slightly. Her unhappiness was quickly forgotten when Dawn knelt on the floor in front of her. After a tentative kiss and a hesitant caress, the pair quickly grew bolder. Within seconds, the two women were intertwined.

Laura moved her mouth from Emily’s sex and eased herself from the floor. She glanced at Dawn and Judy then graced Emily with a soft smile. ‘I’ll leave the three of you to discuss business,’ she said, before going to join the two women.

Emily stared carefully at John. ‘Are you going to put the Captain and I out of our misery? Or are you still in the mood for other things?’

His smile was broad. ‘I’m in the mood for a lot of other things,’ he told her. ‘But I could never keep you in misery, unless you wanted me to.’

She laughed softly. ‘So who are you awarding the contract to?’

Beside her, she felt the captain’s hand tighten nervously against her buttock. It was comforting to realise he was just as tense about this decision as she was, and Emily took strength from his disquiet.

‘Alan and I discussed it quite thoroughly,’ he began. ‘We’ve made a decision and I hope it’s one that you’ll both be happy with.’

Emily frowned. ‘Go on,’ she encouraged him. ‘You’ve intrigued me.’

‘We’re awarding the contract to the good captain here,’ John said quickly.

Emily felt her hopes plummet like a stone. She stared dully at John, dimly aware that Captain Wilde was grinning beside her.

‘You’re a shrewd fellow, John,’ he said, clapping the man heartily on the shoulder. ‘I’ve always said, you’re one of the sharpest in the business.’

‘Sharper than you may realise,’ John Masters said quietly. ‘We’re prepared to accept your contract on one condition.’

In victory, Captain Wilde had the grace to be magnanimous. ‘Name it,’ he said simply.

As he spoke, John stared at Emily. ‘We’ll accept your proposal, Captain, on the condition that you get Emily to manage the contract.’

In spite of the raging melody of the CD orchestra, a silence fell between the three of them.

*   *   *

Night fell over the Amazon like a switch. When Emily had climbed aboard the boat the sky had been painted with more colours than an artist’s palate. Now, the heavens were a dusty black, interspersed with shiny glittering diamonds. A silver moon broke the ebony night, tainting the world with pale slivers of light and darkening the shadows.

Emily stood alone at the bow, leaning against the pulpit and staring out into the blackness. A light breeze cooled her arms and legs, reminding her of her first night aboard the
Amazon Maiden
. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of doubts and questions, all spiralling through her mind in a tumultuous rage.

John had clarified his proposition before she came on to the deck. He wanted her to manage the financial arrangements that Captain Wilde had instigated. He was willing to offer a lucrative retainer for her services – a very lucrative retainer she thought distantly – and all she had to do was liaise with the appropriate people in order to get the whole package up and running. Her own proposal had convinced John of her abilities, but the captain’s had offered a more secure prospect. She had noted all of the technicalities he pointed out, and was busy trying not to think of them.