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The Agony of Desire

Part 10 // Masterlist

Warnings: Smut (18+), mild CNC (consensual non-consent), bondage, mean Billy, choking, spitting, rough oral sex (m receiving), oral sex (f receiving), pseudo- public sex (there's no one around but it's technically a public space), boat sex, shower sex, come play, public nudity (again, no one around), Captain kink 😌

A/N: I based this boat on the Sunreef 80, a beautiful luxury catamaran and there are virtual tours on their online website that I enjoyed looking through while researching for this chapter. Enjoy!

For @idaofinfinity

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.

- Roger de Bussy-Rabutin

"Yes, oh god, yes. Please, Billy, soo good."

He hums in acknowledgement.

You groan even more as his hands move from kneading your shoulders to slipping into your hair to massage your scalp.

"Oh fuck that's amazing." You gasp.

You can't see his grin.

"You don't moan like this when I'm inside you, that hurts my feelings, baby."

Your eyes peek open to look out at the ocean from the comfort of his boat, a luxury catamaran this time, made for easy cruising and stability.

"It doesn't feel this good when you're inside me." You lie.

You hear his angry huff.

"You're going to pay for that comment. I hope your little cunt can handle it."

"Oooh, I'm quaking in my imaginary boots, Russo. As if you have the balls to-" your words are cut off by his hand, dropping down to cover your mouth. You wriggle in response which only makes his grip that much tighter.

His laughter is downright sinister.

"Oh I have been waiting for an excuse to punish you." You jerk when you feel his other hand reach around to pinch your nipple through your bikini top almost painfully. You squeak behind his palm.

"I figured I wouldn't have to wait long for you to say something to piss me off."

You try to shake his hand from your mouth, reaching up to pry his hand away but you squeal again when the front of your swimsuit falls free. He finally pulls his hands away to use the strings of your bikini top to tie your hands securely behind your back.

"What the fuck?" You ask, trying to figure out how you just went from getting a nice shoulder massage to being topless on his boat. Being exposed to the air, out in what feels like a public area makes you so aroused, to have the sunlight dancing on your naked skin through the windows of the main deck salon.

You pretend not to enjoy the way he roughly gropes you, squeezing your skin under his palms, flicking gently at your nipples.

You gasp when you feel his hands reach for your bottoms, and you shoot up, arms still fixed behind you as you back away from him, moving toward the helm.

He gets to his feet, grinning.

"Where're you going? You're trapped here all alone with me, baby. Nowhere to run."

God, why did his dark side have to be so hot?

"Fuck you, Russo." You spit at him.

He chews on his bottom lip for a second before taking a step toward you.

You squeal, turning away, trying to navigate to the front of the cabin, knowing that Billy loved to chase.

Like Santorini, all over again.

His hands grab your hips, and you gasp in surprise when he pushes you to one of the soft couches.

You wriggle, gasping when his tongue slips over your ribs, laves over your nipple and then trails all the way up to your cheek.

He laughs at your faux disgusted expression.

"Don't pretend you don't like it, baby." His voice tickles your ear, "I know how much you love to feel like my filthy little girl."

You whimper in protest, your clit throbbing and aching in objection of your actions.

His tongue licks over your lips next, and you can't help the little moan you make.

He smiles, and your cover it up by wriggling in his arms.

"Untie me, Billy." You protest weakly.

His eyes widen, as if he's coming to the realisation that you don't want this.

"Oh, of course!" He says, reaching down to tug the knots on either side of your bikini bottoms loose.

"Not- no-" You scooch away from him, but he holds firm to the bottoms, tugging them free from your skin.

He grins up at you, raising his hand with the fisted material and chucking it towards the back of the boat, to be blown off into the ocean.

Your mouth drops open.

You're now stark naked, in broad daylight. The thought that anyone could pass by on another boat and maybe see you absolutely nude, makes you squeeze your thighs together. The knowledge that Billy, who would never let another person look at you in such a state of undress, reclines comfortably in his seat, makes you even wetter. He wears his confidence beautifully, like a second skin, and he silently dares you to say a word.

And you, who loves seeing that fire, spark in his eyes, you open your mouth to speak.

"Is that it?" You ask, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip, tugging at your restraints, "Is that all you've got, Lieutenant? Some fancy knotwork and empty threats?"

His jaw tics.

"Boring." You sing, completely ignoring your state of undress, walking around as if you mean to be this way.

"That's not my title right now."

"What?" You ask, turning to him.

"Lieutenant, that's not my title right now."

You tilt your head in confusion.

He smiles gently.

"What do you call someone commanding a ship?" He asks slowly, rising to his feet.

You clench when the answer comes to mind almost immediately.

"I am not calling you Captain." You emphasise.

The smile is slow to rise on his face, he approaches you with calm movements and though you try to back away, you end up cornered, naked back pressed to one of the walls of the salon.

His hand drifts into your hair, gripping it hard and you make a small sound of discomfort, looking up at him. A shiver moving from where his hand grips your hair, right down to your aching clit.

"You're not going to have much of a choice." He whispers against your lips before he's kissing you.

You respond eagerly, pressing your body against his, tilting your head whichever way he pleases to let his mouth devour yours. He makes it sloppy on purpose, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth, licking over your teeth, and the roof of your mouth, no doubt making your lips red and kiss-swollen in the process.

His other hand slips down between your thighs, a single finger prodding between your legs.

He groans when he feels how wet you are.

"Such a desperate little thing, hmm? Needy for her Captain?" He asks, kissing your neck.

You suck in a slow breath before responding.

"You said it yourself, Captains command ships, this is hardly a ship, and you're not my Captain."

"It counts." He argues softly into your neck.

"Not to me, Billy. You're just my needy ex-boyfriend."

He stops. Raising his head to look into your eyes.

There it is. That spark of anger, ripping into him and burning him from the inside.

He places his hand on your throat, thumb running along the edge of your jaw. You gulp, looking into his eyes, knowing exactly what was coming.

When his grip tightens on your neck, you can't help pressing your thighs painfully together. Your head bumps the wall and you let out a small sound of pure arousal.

"Ex?" He asks slowly, as if he doesn't have you pinned at his mercy.

"Baby," he says softly, "I came inside you three times yesterday. Once on that dining table, once in my bed, and once in the bath. Exes don't do that. Boyfriends do."

You try to speak, but you can only let out a strangled grunt.

His grip loosens, and you take in a breath.

"Coming inside me, doesn't make you my boyfriend, just like driving a boat doesn't make you a Captain." You whisper hoarsely.

He smiles in amusement, leaning in to kiss you softly, his hands reach down behind you, kneading the globes of your ass in his hands, you sigh in pleasure at the feel of his rough grip. He moves to kiss your neck, his fingers just grazing the crease of your ass, making you suddenly crave the dirtiest of touches.

"So then," he says suddenly, gripping your upper arm and pulling you along.

You follow helplessly, still unable to free your arms from their bindings.

"What's it gonna take to make me your boyfriend, hmm? How many times do I have to come inside you- on you, before you're mine?"

He tugs you onto the bow, with wooden slats beneath your bare feet. The wind races over your body, spraying you with the gentle sea air. Your nipples stiffen permanently, cold in the wind and the waves, even though the sun warms you.

"Well?" He prompts, a hand on your shoulder, pushing you to your knees.

It takes you a moment to remember the question.

What's it going to take to make me your boyfriend?

God, the way he wanted you after all this time makes you dizzy with affection. You barely remember how you formulate words.

"Well- you- you have to ask."

He blinks down at you.

"Ask?"

You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding your head.

He bends, gripping your jaw in his hand, digging his fingers into your cheeks until your mouth parts for him. He presses his fingers into your bottom row of teeth to pry your mouth open.

He lines his mouth up with yours, and you know what's coming next, closing your eyes, and extending your tongue.

His spit is slightly chilled when it hits your tongue, only enough to recognise that it's not yours.

You close your mouth, opening your eyes to look up at him. He watches you swallow his spit and he gives a smile of satisfaction. His thumb brushes gently over your lips.

"Baby," he says slowly, drawing out the word, "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You blink, giving him a little smile behind his thumb, before nodding.

His smile is dazzling in response, your heart hammers in your chest.

He says your name on a breath, dropping to his knees to kiss you passionately. You sigh into his mouth, delighted and aching, almost certain that your arousal has coated your thighs by now.

His hands reach behind, to pull the bindings off your wrists, you moan, relief washing over you, as your arms are freed. You rub your wrists, your mouth still pressed to his. His hands also reach to rub at your arms, easing the soreness with a couple of generous squeezes.

Your hand sinks into his hair to keep his head in place while the other slips between your thighs to give your aching clit some relief. But you barely graze your swollen bud before his hand wraps around your wrist.

"Please," you gasp into his mouth, "Please, please, please, I need it so bad."

"Poor baby," he coos, pulling your hand away from your thighs and up to his mouth to suck the wetness from your fingers.

"If you don't behave, I'll tie your hands back together."

You pout at him.

He clicks is tongue in sympathy.

"Be a good girl and I'll give you what you need."

You hate being denied, even after you begged so nicely, and gave him what he wanted, so you're not thinking when you roll your eyes.

"Well now you've done it." He says getting to his feet.

His hand grips your hair, and you're forced to watch him unlace his shorts with one hand.

His thick cock is pressed to your cheek the instant it's freed.

Billy groans above you, rutting his erection against your cheek for a moment, you can feel a drop of his precum slide against your face, before he's tapping the head of his cock against your lips.

You're too much at his mercy to resist him, naked on his catamaran in the open air, your knees ache from where you're kneeled on the bow.

Your mouth opens reflexively, and his cock is slipping into your mouth in the next moment.

You moan around him, mouth open to take as much of him as possible. He only gives you a few inches, enough to keep your mouth full, but not to choke you.

You suck and lick at him when you can, kissing his tip when he retracts all the way, and opening your mouth easily for him to stuff his cock into your mouth.

Your clit throbs, begging for a single touch to relieve the ache inside you, but you know that pushing him any more would mean that you get denied for longer, so you try your hardest to ignore your body's begging.

It's easy to do with his cock in your mouth. The salty taste of his precum spreading intermittently on your tongue. He takes his time, slow and steady, filling your mouth, going just a little deeper each time.

"I bet you love this, baby. Bet you're dripping onto my boat, making a mess down there."

He grunts a little.

"I should make you clean it up after, make you bend over and use your tongue."

You moan around him.

"I know you like the thought of that, maybe one day I'll make you lick your own come off my cock," he smiles down at you, "My filthy little girlfriend."

Fuck, you press your thighs together, desperate for him.

His cock feels amazing in your mouth though, and it's easy to distract yourself when he begins to push in deeper.

"That's right baby, take it all, I wanna hear you choke."

Which is exactly what you do, gagging when his cock hits the back of your throat, forcing you to fight his grip and pull away with a gasp.

It takes you a moment, swallowing, before taking him back in.

You push yourself this time, determined to press your nose to his abdomen, holding your breath, squeezing your eyes shut and willing your body to relax and let his cock in.

Just like when he's inside you, your throat feels filled as much as possible. You only stop when you can't go any more. Mentally preparing yourself, you swallow around his cock.

The discomfort is worth it when you feel his body tremble, his moan is loud and unhinged, and you simmer with delight, pulling off of him to breathe.

You're clit is still begging for attention, but you can easily forget about it by focusing on his pleasure.

How mad would you have to get him for him to fuck your mouth? God, the idea of him angrily rutting into your mouth makes you so excited.

"Like I said, Lieutenant. Boring." You rasp, looking up at him with a mischievous smile on your face.

The muscle in his jaw tics for a moment, looking down at you.

"I'm your Captain." He corrects.

"No way, that title is earned through respect."

"You don't respect me?"

"Not for a second." You say with a devious smile.

His hand grips the back of your head firmly.

"I can fix that." Is all he says before he's pulling your head forward. You open your mouth to take him, excited to get what you want.

He's gives you no mercy, pushing and pulling your head like you're his own personal toy. Your eyes are closed, your hands are clenched into fists at your sides as you try to relax your mouth as much as possible.

The sounds he makes are pornographic, little grunts and moans as he fucks your mouth with abandon. Your knees hurt, and your eyes water, but you don't fight his painful grip on the back of your head. It all becomes... irrelevant, each protest your body makes goes ignored, replaced by uninhibited delight whenever you hear a sweet sound from Billy.

"Who's your Captain now, baby? Hmm?" He asks, as if you have any faculties available to answer.

You whine, when he pulls you off his cock, gasping for air, yet still leaning forward to take his erection into your mouth.

He keeps your head in place, and you look up at him desperately.

"Am I your Captain?" He asks.

You blink, trying to resist him, trying to lean forward again to take his spit slicked cock back into your mouth.

"No," he says, pulling your head back once again, "focus on me you desperate little girl."

You whine, looking up at him, and then down to his cock, and then back up to him.

"Captain." You say hoarsely.

He looks smug.

"Yes, baby?"

"Want your cock, Captain."

"Really? This cock?" He asks, bringing your head closer until his tip just brushes your lips. You try to lean forward but he holds you firm. You can almost forget that you're naked on your knees in the shade of the midday sun.

"Captain Russo." You murmur, looking up at him demurely, "Please."

He tuts affectionately at your pleading face.

"Oh baby," he hums, wiping at some of the spit at the corner of your mouth, "Cockdrunk little thing, hmm?"

You nod your head, and thankfully you don't have to beg any more because he's pulling you back onto his cock.

He moves slower this time, giving you time to breathe with every couple of thrusts.

"Gonna come in your mouth baby. Would you like that? Wanna swallow all my come?"

You hum eagerly and he chuckles.

"Of course you do." He says, which is all the prelude you get before he's fucking your mouth again.

He doesn't slow down, pistoning his hips, grunting and groaning and you know instinctively that he's on edge, and he's going to come in your mouth any second, and you have to be mentally prepared for the taste, that admittedly wasn't your favourite but that's okay.

You hollow your cheeks a little, and Billy moans loudly, pushing his cock all the way into your mouth. He holds you there as he orgasms with a loud groan, spilling the first wave if his come down your throat, but pulling out of your mouth in the next moment, to your surprise.

His fist is tight on his cock as the second and third wave of come splashes onto your cheek and chin, and then the final bit hits your chest.

You look up at him, feeling his warm come slip from your face and down your chest.

His breathing is sharp and heavy, and you marvel at his ability to stay on his feet when he orgasms, because you know it's a skill that you don't have.

He swipes at a droplet of come lingering on his cock, and pushes it into your mouth. You accept it eagerly, cleaning his thumb and smiling when he pulls it away.

He studies you for a long moment.

"You're so pretty. Do you know that?"

You give him a shy smile followed by a shrug of your shoulders. He tucks himself back into his pants, before refocusing on you.

"Up," he says, reaching out to grip your shoulders and pull you to your feet. You barely put weight on your legs for a second before your knees crumple, and Billy reaches out to catch you, one arm sliding under your knees to lift you into his arms.

"Sorry, legs forgot how to work."

"That's okay baby, I'll put you in a nice comfy spot before I get my tongue on you."

You begin to tingle again, smiling to yourself as he takes you below deck, into a spacious bedroom.

You hum in appreciation, the walls are white with dark wooden inlays and concealed storage places all around the room. The bed is large, round, covered in grey sheets and a mountain of pillows.

He places you down, and you hum at the smooth, silky feel of the sheets on your bare skin. The bed is soft, and encourages you to relax.

Billy guides you to the centre of the bed, placing pillows under your head and around your body to keep you nice and cozy. You try not to move too much, you don't want to get any of his come, still lingering on your chest and collarbones, on the bed.

He watches you for a long while, kneeling beside you in his tight fitted black shirt and board shorts. If you knew anything about him, you knew that he wasn't done with doing filthy things to you just yet.

He leans over you to kiss you gently, avoiding the remnants of come on your face.

"You look so beautiful, covered in my cum." He murmurs, swiping the bit on your cheek and pushing it into your mouth. You clean his fingers eagerly, even though his come has a bitter and mildly unpleasant note to it.

He catches some on your collarbone next, swiping a single finger through it, before pressing it to your nipple. You hum in delight and arousal, his come is slick and slippery and it swirls around your areola easily. He copies the same movement with your other breast, and you can't help wriggling, too worked up to stay still.

"Billyyyy," you complain, hoping he takes some pity on you.

"Hush, baby. Let me enjoy rubbing my come into your skin."

You watch his hand swirl a fingerpainting of his spend over your body, making lazy circles on your breasts, and writing his name onto your stomach with a smile. He then swipes another bit, and you gasp when he paints it over your mound.

"Open your legs." He murmurs, and you do so eagerly, just to watch and feel him circle his cum into your clit.

You feel so debauched, a dirty little thing, letting Billy Russo do whatever he wanted to your body.

Your body tingles, eager and excited for whatever he gives you next.

He chuckles when he looks at your face.

"You really like this, don't you? I wrote my name in cum on your skin and that gets your pussy all swollen and needy."

"Yes, Captain." You mumble softly.

He makes a low sound in the back of his throat.

"What else will you let me do to you?" He ponders, moving to settle himself between your thighs. You sigh blissfully, thanking whatever deity is out there that he's finally going to give you some relief.

"What if I wanted to roleplay things with you? Would you do that for me?" He asks, head dropping to your thighs, an explosion goes off in your head when you feel his thumb press on your clit, his arm circles around your thigh, forcing your leg to be draped over his back.

"What- mmm- what kind of things?" You ask, your skin tingling with the scratch of his beard and the softness of his lips as he kisses your skin.

"Dark things, wicked things, being taken advantage of type things." He says to you, circling his thumb slowly.

You mewl, ideas spinning in your head.

"Yeah?" You ask, eager to keep him talking, even though it stops his mouth from being where you need it, "Like what?"

He seems to think for a moment, you feel a soft kiss on the softest swell of your inner thigh.

"What if I find a lost little girl, and I help her get home, and I make her thank me?"

You gasp, nodding at the thoughts, glad to see that your ideas and his are aligned.

"I'd like that a lot." You rasp, "I want to pretend with you."

"Good girl." He hums, before his lips seal around your clit.

You swear you could come from the sensation, after being tormented by him for so long, your back lifts off the bed for a moment, wiggling your hips, desperate for more.

He lifts his head, after sucking on your aching bud for a moment, to look up at you.

"Why don't you play with those sticky nipples for me? Go on, lick your fingers first, get them wet. That's it, good, so good for me."

You whimper, wet fingers gliding over your nipples, rubbing his come into your skin, and your toes curl when he gets his tongue back on you.

"Oh, fuck." You sigh, head exploding with the abundance of pleasure. How is he so good at this? How does his tongue know the perfect pressure to apply to make you feel so disoriented?

"Billyyyyy, oh please, right there, God- fuck-" your head is tossed back, every thought stuck on the feel of his tongue, licking over your clit recklessly.

It works you up so easily, his mouth on your pussy, and you can't warn him about your impending orgasm, too gone to speak. Your fingers dance over your nipples, plucking them intermittently, reminding you of the absolutely debauched things he's done to you so far.

Your thighs tighten around his head, and you hear him groan blissfully, tongue gliding over your clit, dipping down to slide over your entrance before moving back up.

His pressure increases just a little, giving you one harsh lick after another and it's all you need to push you over the edge.

You cry out, squeezing his head between your thighs as your fingers tangle in the sheets, gripping them as tremors flood your body. The pleasure zips up your spine, blooms on your skin, a whine on each breath as you try to wrap your head around the insurmountable pleasure rolling through you.

He gives your slit a few gentle kisses, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"Did you like that?" He asks gently, in a teasing way, as if he doesn't know the power he wields over you.

You smile at him, sitting up, to kiss him, but pausing when you feel the tackiness of his come, giving an uncomfortable feeling on your skin.

"Can we finish this in the shower?" You ask between breaths and he smiles, pulling your legs until they wrap around your hips, his hands supporting your behind as he stands.

You gasp, arms wrapping around him, feeling him kiss the top of your head as he walks you to the bathroom.

It's got one of those rain shower heads, and you marvel at it while he unfolds a small sitting area for you directly under the nozzle. He steps away from you for a moment and you watch him tug his tight shirt over his head, his shorts hitting the ground next and your mouth waters when his cock springs free again.

His fingers grip your chin the second he makes his way in front of you.

"Gonna be a good girl for me? Hmm?" He asks with his dominant and demanding aura clearly displayed in his eyes.

"Yes Captain." You say eagerly, nodding your head, stomach tightening when he smiles, mimicking your nod in a teasing manner.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Open your legs."

You do as he says, letting him come to stand between your open legs. His cock brushes your stomach and you try to look down but his fingers grip your chin firmly.

You look up at him in surprise, and he gives you a smug look before leaning down to kiss you.

At the same time, he starts the shower, and you gasp into his mouth as the warm water traces through your hair and dances down your skin.

You feel the remnants of his pleasure being washed from your body, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you to the edge of the seat.

His forehead pressed to yours, you hold eye contact as he pushes the head of his cock into you.

"Oh god." You moan, eyes falling shut as you feel him take up space inside you.

It's a new feeling, to have water cascading over the both of you as he takes his time filling you to the brim. It makes you feel touched and appreciated on every inch of your skin.

Billy watches you carefully, searching for any signs of hesitation or discomfort, aching to drink the water from your skin, leaning back to run his hands over the curves of your wet body.

He loves you so much. He feels something flutter in his chest, down to his stomach as he hears you moan on his cock.

He'd drop to his knees and spend eternity following you around like a puppy if you asked nicely.

But he knew what you needed- a firm hand, a harsh grip at the back of your head, a smile against your mouth as he gives you punishing thrusts, and he was glad to give you what you deserved.

Your ankles lock behind his ass as he gives you his first hard thrust. Water spills into your open mouth, and then drips out, and you let it, uncaring about anything else as he pumps his cock into you forcefully.

Each thrust is met with a little whimper, and you know he likes this, with the way his eyes light with amusement.

He is unrelenting, his cock touching every intimate spot inside you, he circles his hips once to make sure you feel it.

He groans in your ear, and increases his pace, fucking into you faster and faster as the minutes go by.

"Is this what you wanted, baby? Is this what you were dreaming of every night while you were sleeping next to me?"

You nod, pressing your face to his chest, digging your fingertips into his shoulders.

You whine his name, focusing on the filthy slapping sounds being made as your hips meet.

"Can't wait to fulfil your every dirty fantasy, baby. I'll make you come so hard you see stars."

What kind of man talks this way? But you knew the answer. Only Billy Russo could.

"I-m gonna come, Ca-ah- Captain."

Your hair clings to your body, you stick your tongue out to lick at some of the droplets gliding over his skin, eager to taste him.

"Yeah baby, come for me. Can't wait to fuck you full again. My favourite little hole."

You clench around him, a warning of your imminent pleasure.

His thrusts grow more forceful, and your body grips his cock hard for a moment before stars explode behind your eyes. You can barely even register that your vision goes white, too caught up in the pleasure of your orgasm, moaning loudly as your high hits you in powerful waves.

Tilting your head up, the falling water hits your cheeks, rolling down your body, he kisses your jaw, his beard scratching at your skin.

You're taken with him then, grabbing either side of his face and pulling his mouth to yours. He groans against your lips and you greedily swallow the sound.

You hair clings to his skin too, and you smile bashfully, when he takes his time to smooth your hair back, away from your face.

"I can tie it up if you want." You suggest, and he grins.

"Don't you dare." He responds, cupping your face to continue kissing you.

It's surprisingly pleasurable, with the water falling all over you, not a single thought or worry in the world except how next your boyfriend is going to please you.

He slides you off the little seat, giving one breathless kiss before spinning you around and bending you over said seat.

He gives a little kick to your leg, making you open them wider, and you lean forward a little, arching your back to put your ass on display.

His hands push your hair to the side, it stays easily with the water keeping it in place. His beard scratches at the base of your neck and you shiver, the feeling delighting you.

You feel so close to him, so in tune with his thoughts, that you already feel like one person, even before he's slipping his cock back into you.

He feels bigger like this, and you try to stop your legs from wobbling by locking them stiff.

He moans into your neck, his front slippery and wet against your back, he raises a hand to cup at your breast.

"Tell me what I want to hear. Say it for me." He grunts into your ear, and you marvel at the ways you understand him.

"I'm yours." You murmur.

His hips begin to move.

The head of his cock kisses that spot deep inside you that has fireworks going off in the back of your head. You're vaguely aware that you're moaning to high heaven.

A hand wraps around your throat, you clench hard around him in response. He lets out a grunt of amusement, his fingers press tighter into the sides of your neck.

Water trickles between your bodies, the gentle sensation feels overwhelming.

The hand on your breast slips down, he presses the heel of his palm into your lower abdomen. You gasp in surprise, at the increased sensation.

"Can you feel me here? Deep inside you?" He drums his fingers over your skin, "I'm gonna come so deep in you, right here, and you'll keep it safe and warm for me, yeah?"

"Yes, please." Is all you can say. Yes, please, as if you're his mindless little girl, privy and accepting of all his whims. And when his grip tightens on your throat, and his teeth sink into your shoulder, and his hips take on a rougher pace, your orgasm tears through you, but it's only him, and the things he can do and the way that he does it and your bliss becomes something that isn't just for you, but for him as well. A way to show him that you were truly his.

Tears spill from the corner of your eyes, being washed away in the spray of the shower, his teeth are still pressed to your skin, the grip on your throat loosens.

A few more frantic thrusts and he comes, groaning into your skin, his hips stuttering as he pumps wave after wave of come into you, his warm seed coating your walls, making you sigh in bliss.

His teeth unlatch from your skin, his tongue licking over the indentations affectionately. It hurts, but you can bear the pain with the amount of pleasure flooding your system.

His hands smooth over your skin, he stays buried in you for as long as he can before his softening cock slips out on its own.

"Was that too much?" He asks, water still pouring over you, and your heart pulls a little at the insecure inflections in his voice.

He was definitely something special. Like dark chocolate, bitter around the edges, but so deliciously addictive.

You loved his bitterness, his debauchery, you loved...him, and all of the dark pleasures he promised.

"Not at all." You finally say, turning to him, leaning up for a kiss that he returns.

He smiles, kissing over your cheeks and shoulders, scratching his wet beard over your cheek, earning a little giggle from you, before he's turning off the shower.

"We should get back, you'll be sleepy soon."

You smile, watching him grab a fluffy towel and letting him wrap it around you. You had no other clothes, and you'd have to spend the ride back as you were now.

He pats the top of your head with the towel, and you smile, moving to sit on the bed, watching him get dressed.

He takes you back up to the helm, sits you in the soft seat beside his, where the sleek black ship's wheel stands prettily in front of his seat.

He brings you a cool glass of wine, and you accept it gratefully as you sit beside him and watch him start up the engines.

"Damn, you really are a Captain, huh?"

He grins at you, his hair is slicked back and wet.

"That's what I've been saying, baby."

You chuckle, watching his focus shift from you as he begins to move.

You sip your wine, letting it relax you, offering him some every now and then and he accepts it easily.

Halfway back, he stops the boat for a second, and you gasp when he yanks your towel down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth.

You groan in unison, his mouth pulling pleasure from you as he gives the other breast the same attention, before pulling away to continue driving.

"Keep them out." He says, not sparing a glance at you and your mouth opens in protest, before you decide against it.

You liked the taste of his depravity, after all.

He's lying beside you, sharing the same pillow. His eyes are focused on your hand, interlocked with his, rubbing his fingers against yours to memorise the feel.

You're barely awake, exhausted from the heat of the sun, and Billy's sexy, yet tormenting persona.

"Would you still like me if I was bad?"

"You are bad."

His face breaks into a smile, looking at you for a brief second.

"Brat."

The silence and your shared breathing fills the space. You try not to push him, waiting for him to speak when he's ready.

"I mean, what if I was worse?"

You hum in thought.

"Would you hurt me or my family?"

"No."

"Would you hurt Frank or any of your friends?"

"Not intentionally."

"Would you hurt an innocent person?"

"Not if I can help it."

"Then, what makes you worse?" You ask.

He seems to ponder for a moment.

"I'm not.... sure."

You smile, scooching closer to him.

"I think I'll love you- like you!" Your heart pounds, chest squeezing in panic, "Like you, I think I'll still like you, as long as you stay true to who you are."

You look down at your joined fingers now, too scared to look into his eyes.

"I love, I mean like you too." He says softly, and your lip wobbles, emotions building forcefully inside you and threatening to spill out in the most dramatic way possible. Dark chocolate could be sweet too.

"You're a huge dumbass." You mutter, leaning in closer to him, pressing your face into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

"The biggest." He agrees, "Wanna go for a walk on the beach?"

"I can't walk," you sniffle, "My stupid boyfriend fucked me so hard I can't use my legs."

He can't help the laugh that spills from his mouth, his chest rumbles with joy. You smile into his chest.

"I can carry you on my back." He suggests.

"No, outside will be warm, and I'm so comfy right now." You wrap an arm around him, squishing his body against yours till he makes a little grunt.

"Okay, I'll hold you till you sleep. If you wake up and find me gone, I'll be upstairs making dinner.

"Mmkay." You mumble into his chest, sighing when you feel his hand circle your back slowly.

"Goodnight." You say, knowing that it's not night at all.

He huffs in amusement.

"Goodnight, baby."

A phone vibrates loudly, pulling you from your sleep. You groan, irritated at the incessant noise of his phone on the nightstand near your head.

You pop an eye open, grabbing his phone to look at the caller ID. Someone named James Wesley is calling.

You figure it must be urgent if they can reach him here. Wait, but, you thought the satellite had to be in range?

You grab the buzzing phone, wobbling to the elevator on shaky legs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you press the elevator call button.

The phone stops buzzing when you step into the elevator, and you pause when you see that the call has been answered. The small Bluetooth button is lit, and you figure he probably answered the call from his watch or something.

The elevator opens to the kitchen and you hear Billy's voice, with a borderline aggressive tone.

"Tell Fisk, that I'll give him what he wants." Is all you hear him say, before the call ends.

"Billy?" You say to him, his back coming into view and he rounds on you quickly.

You lift his phone, trying to explain silently how you managed to overhear his words. Words that clearly demanded an explanation.

He takes a deep breath, looking a bit weary.

"We have to go back." Is all he says, with a small frown on his face.

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