X Marks the Spot
X Marks the Spot Copyright © Melinda Barron
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X Marks the Spot
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Fingertip Fantasy
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By Melinda Barron
Resplendence Publishing
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X Marks the Spot
Copyright © Melinda Barron
Edited by CJ Slate and Venus Cahill
Cover Art by Les Byerley
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Electronic Release: July 2014
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Aurelia Lancaster’s lifelong fascination with pirates is about to take a fantastic turn. The paralegal has saved every penny to take a vacation with Fingertip Fantasies, spending a long weekend on a ship where she will be taken hostage by a dominant pirate. To her, it will be three nights of unbridled passion that will fuel her fantasies for a lifetime.
Longtime friends Keifer O’Brien and Archer Barrington are looking to have a little fun of their own. Taking their vacations as pirates on the Fingertip Fantasies boat tour, they opt for not one captive apiece, but one they can share…and they pick Aurelia.
Together, the three of them take to the high seas on a ship full of whips, chains and other fun toys.
But when the weekend is over, will they have only the memories to fuel their future fantasies, or will they have to stay together, and build new ones?
For Tiff, who has pulled my fanny from the fire many, many times, and managed to do it again this time.
Chapter One
“The partners are pissed that you’re taking off during the middle of the Calder trial. Rumor has it they’re considering telling you to postpone your vacation.”
“Screw them.” Aurelia Lancaster tossed a hairbrush into her suitcase. “They approved it months ago and I’ve paid a fortune for this vacation. If they tell me that, I’ll quit and find a new job when I get back.”
“Bull.” Tracy McGee stretched her legs out on the bed. “You have to have a job to come back to so you can build your savings back up, Lia. Like you just said, you’ve used all your money to get your ass spanked by a man wearing thigh-high boots.”
Aurelia glared at her friend. Tracy stretched her hand out to grab the folder on the night table next to her and opened it with a flourish.
“Fingertip Fantasies, where your every erotic dream comes true.” Tracy glanced at her friend. “You’ve picked the pirate fantasy. Where long haired men wearing tight pants and peasant shirts will capture you and do all sorts of depraved things to your body.”
“That’s right.” Lia checked the case. She would only be in Ft. Lauderdale for two days, one coming, the other going. After that, she’d be on the ship, and Fingertip Fantasies would provide her clothing. If this trip turned out like she wanted, that clothing would spend most of the time crumpled on the floor of her cabin, and she’d be naked, tied to a bed.
“I never knew you had a pirate fantasy.”
Lia sat down next to her friend. “I tried to get Frank to act it out. He said, and I quote, ‘A sub doesn’t dictate what her Dom does. Get down on your knees and suck me.’”
Tracy snorted. “I never knew what you saw in him.”
“I was young and naïve when I met him. He spanked me and I loved it. Unfortunately, I don’t think Frank ever really knew the responsibilities of a true Dom. His idea of dominance was me being his servant, and he didn’t really care if I enjoyed it or not. That’s why most of our sex was me giving him blowjobs.”
“I love to suck dick,” Tracy said with a laugh.
“Me, too,” Aurelia responded. “But when that’s all it is, it gets a little tedious. Don’t get me wrong, he gave good whippings, and I think that’s the reason I stayed with him for so long. Still after a while, even that wasn’t fun when it became clear to me that he really didn’t give a damn about me. At the end, it was two or three swats, then on to the blowjob.”
There was a strained silence. Finally, Tracy said, “Charlie has a friend named Dean. He’s not the best looking guy in the world, but I’ve seen him topping women at the club. He’s a good Dom.”
“Maybe when I get back.” Lia stood and went to her case. She surveyed the contents as she said, “Right now, I’m just going to spend a long weekend sailing the Caribbean and getting fucked, spanked and tied up by a handsome pirate.”
“What if he’s ugly? According to this, you don’t get to choose. The guys get to select their captives.”
“Then I’ll get screwed by an ugly pirate. I don’t care, as long as it’s good, hard sex, preceded by a good, hard whipping.”
Tracy shook the folder. “You checked the part where you have sex without condoms. Do you know how dangerous that is? These guys could be diseased. It’s not like they’re employees of this fantasy place, who are probably tested on a regular basis. They just want to screw around, too.”
“They’ve all been screened, just like me.” Lia cleared her throat. “Besides, he has to wear a condom when we have anal sex.”
“What?” Tracy shot off the bed as if someone had lit a fire under her ass. “Are you crazy? You’re going to let him fuck you in the butt? I repeat you don’t know this guy!”
Lia ignored her friend’s objection. Instead, she snapped her fingers. “I need moisturizer.”
She went into the bathroom connected to her bedroom. Tracy followed her. “What you need is a brain scan. I think you’ve lost it. I know it’s been a while since you and Frank broke up, but this is not the way to find a new Dom.”
“I’m not looking for a new Dom. I’m looking to get laid. A lot. It’s three nights and four days of leather, ropes and cocks.” She picked up the bottle of lotion, then shouldered her way past Tracy.
“How did you find out about this place?” Tracy asked.
“From Crystal at the club. Her Dom sent her there. They have all sorts of politically incorrect fantasies you can live out. The pirate is this month’s selection. If I’d have been able to afford it, I would have gone for more than one weekend. I’m going to spend the rest of my vacation masturbating to memories. After that, I’ll meet your friend.” Lia put the moisturizer in her suitcase. “I appreciate your concern, Tracy, but I’m a big girl, in more ways than one. I’ve visited their main offices, and they’re legitimate. Crystal came back in one piece.”
“That doesn’t mean you will.” Tracy plopped down on the bed. “How much did this cost?”
“More than I could really afford.” Aurelia didn’t want to think of the amount of money she’d spent on her upcoming adventure. Tracy was right about not being able to quit her job when she came back. She’d have to work overtime to recover financially. But it would be worth it, she had to believe that. She hoped this would get her foot in the door, so to speak, and she might be able to work as a volunteer at other Fingertip Fantasy events, getting screwed and spanked for fun without having to pay for the pleasure.
“What can I do to change your mind?”
“Nothing.” Lia sat down next to Tracy. She didn’t want to spill her secrets but in an effort to get her friend to understand she supposed she must. “Did I ever tell you about my mom’s books?”
“No.” Tracy’s tone suggested this was not something she wanted to discuss at the moment.
“When I was sixteen, my parents went out of town for a week. My Aunt Dee stayed with me, and she was more worried about the men she had visiting her at the time. I was doing laundry and putting away some of mom’s things in the closet when I stubbed my toe on a box. I opened the box and found a stash of books, sex books.”
“Oh my.”
“The one on top was titled A Pirate’s Lust. I took it to my room and devoured it. By the time my parents came back I’d worked my way through half the box. Almost all of them featured pirates and the maidens they’d captured, and these books were hot, I’m talking flamethrower hot. I’ve had a pirate fetish every since, and this is my chance to see if the reality, or as close as I can get to it in the twenty-first century, lives up to my fantasy. I’m going to spend several days on a tall ship, as a pirate’s captive.”
“Call me every night,” Tracy said, resignedly.
Lia laughed. “I can’t. There’s no electronics allowed. Tracy, don’t worry about me. I’ll call the minute I get back on land to let you know I’m still alive. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be grinning for weeks afterward.”
* * * *
Keifer O’Brien stepped out onto the hotel balcony and lifted the binoculars to his eyes. “Which one is ours?”
Next to him, Archer Barrington IV, chuckled. “The one in the green dress. Auburn hair, big tits.”
Keifer looked down the line of women standing next to the tall ship on the dock. They all wore tight period clothing, but only one of them fit Arch’s description. Keifer’s dick instantly hardened. He loved a woman with curves. “Hot damn.”
“Come inside.” Keifer took one last look before he went indoors. At the desk, Arch clicked on his laptop and turned it so Keifer could see it. “This is her audition tape.”
On the screen, the woman he’d seen in the green dress was naked, sitting on a table and talking about her lifelong fantasy of being ravished by a pirate.
“Nice. She fits with what I like to fuck, but she’s not like the tall, thin blondes you screw. Is this an early birthday present, Arch? That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Arch pointed to the screen. “Keep watching.”
The scene changed, and the woman was on the table, her hands tied above her head. A man in a black hood struck her breasts with a leather flogger. A fucking machine, loaded with two dildos, worked between her legs. One of the fake cocks was in her pussy, the other in her ass. They moved in and out of her in rhythm as she screamed for more.
Her moans sounded like they could be used in a porno movie. When she screamed out, “Harder,” Keifer groaned. The flogger hit her breasts again, and the sound made Keifer harden even more. Next, the Dom started to flog her pussy. The woman cried out once again. “Fuck me, she’s a Dom’s wet dream,” Keifer said.
“Yup. She’s a nasty girl,” Arch said. “I think her showing she likes to double up was a sign that she could handle the both of us. Add to that the fact she’s tied up, and loving the flogging and she’s perfect.”
“My dick’s hard just watching her take both those dildos,” Keifer said. “But tonight, she gets my dick.”
“You wish,” Arch huffed. “It could be me, you know.”
“I’m still not clear on this one night with one man, and then the double up. Explain to me why we can’t both bang her tonight,” Keifer said.
“That was the decision of Fingertip Fantasy,” Arch said. “Since she didn’t specifically designate that she wanted more than one partner, they want to take it slow.”
“Bullshit,” Keifer said. He pointed to the screen where their busty “captive” was still taking it in two holes. “She wants it.”
Arch shrugged. “Their decision, not mine. But we need to decide who goes first, you, or me.”
“It’s me,” Keifer said. They stared at each other for a while, and Keifer could tell his friend didn’t want to give an inch; and neither did he. “Let’s flip a coin. Heads, I get sucked first, tails, you do.”
Arch considered for a moment, and Keifer bit back a laugh. He was sure his lawyer friend was adding something to the simple flip of a coin, and he was right.
“Okay, whoever gets her second, gets her ass during the first double up. And no anal before then.”
“What?” Keifer shook his head. “You mean I can’t fuck her in the ass tonight? That’s not right. She obviously loves it.”
“That’s the rules for the coin toss,” Arch held out his hand. “Non-negotiable.”
They shook hands, and then Keifer took a quarter from his pocket. Before he could toss it, Arch held out his hand.
“What? You don’t trust me?” Keifer flipped the coin toward Arch, who caught it deftly.
“Are you kidding me?” Arch said. “I’ve known you since fourth grade. You don’t play fair, and you never have. You’d do anything to win.”
Keifer huffed in indignation. “That hurts, man. I thought we were friends.”