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Anna's POV:
The limousine Sam arranged to pick us up has arrived curtly, and she opens the door and closes it once we both climb outside. "I always forget how beautiful the Mediterranean is every time i come here..." Sam says as she interlocks her fingers with mine. Her body pulls mine graciously along the deck dominantly, and i hear soft music playing on a bedazzled ferry, golden lanterns lighting up the atmosphere of darkness portrayed by the sky, and the floral arrangements entwined with pink and green attires. "Sam... this is beautiful." "Yes, it is." i turn to notice her gaze isn't fixed on the beloved display of affection before us two strong women, it's on me. "Sam..." i lightly place my hand on her chest, feeling the upper curves of her breasts tingle beneath my innocent touch as i lean in and swipe her lips with a loving kiss, a kiss that feels natural: the kind of 'natural' that resonates with an old-timely ritual, that a husband would give his wife a kiss after working for hours on end in the office, as she stirs a saucepan filled with an evening meal for her husband and kids. "You did all of this for me? Wh-why?" "I don't need a reason to spoil you. Come. Our ride awaits." our heels make several soft thudding noises upon the surface of the wooden planks of the riverboat, the twinkling night stars making the perfect backdrop. "Don't worry, little lamb. We're perfectly alone out here... aside from the captain and his crew... and all the lovers taking a moonlit stroll along the river." i swallow heavily as i glance out over the cityscape. In the night air, i can only see the shapes and shadows of passer-by's... which means they can only see the same figment of me. As the boat begins churning steadily through the water, Sam leans back against the railing. "On your knees." my eyes grow wide at the short, sharp command. "Here? Now?" "Anna... be good, and you'll get a reward." she beckons me closer with the crook of her finger. "Nothing can hurt you while you're under my protection." i attempt to appeal to the dom before me with a light simper on my features, "Not even you?" "You won't know until you get on your knees and find out, will you?" as i settle into my position, i lick my lips and risk a peek up at her. "How may i serve you, Mistress?" even though i've been picturing this moment for weeks, the sight of Sam's dictatorial body panting up at me is almost too much. I can practically feel her sweet core on the end of my tongue, me, greedily lapping. As Sam tilts her head, i'm only reminded more of how much control she has... over me. "For the next few minutes, you have my permission to play." "However i want?" my gleeful smile does nothing to upend the strict look on her features, leaving me disappointed. "Yes, but only until i say so." i scoot close to her, my hands so eager to touch her that she can feel me trembling already. I lift the hem of Sam's gown up her legs before settling more firmly between them. My warm, panting breaths must leave soft impressions on her bared thighs. "You're so beautiful, Mistress..." "Is this what you plan to do with your free time? Admire the view?" i shake my head, and lift my hands to her underwear. The soft tips of my soft fingers leave a fiery trail as i expose her gleaming core, peeling down the thin material. "I've been dying to touch you all day..." "Go ahead." granted permission, my eager hands take a journey to Sam's slit. She groans and spreads her legs as i finger her wet heat. "Is this okay? Does this... please you, Mistress?" Sam fights a laugh at my innocent question. I can see in her eyes that the way her body feels carries so much more than pleasure. "Yes, in fact, i believe you deserve a reward." she gains as much composure as she can before granting me my gift. "Be a- uhh, good girl and look in that... drawer." she points to a cutout hatchet sewn into the side of the riverboat, outlined perfectly with a handle. I use my carpal force and open the containment, my fingers curling inside Sam when i realise what my gratification is. "Pick any one you like." my eyes brush over the sweeping array of trinkets. Any one of them... just for me. I take one of them into my hands, enjoying the weight of it in my palm. "Why don't we move somewhere more comfortable?." Sam motions for me to rise to my feet, and leads me by the arm to the edge of the deck where a comfortable array of cushions are set out. She makes herself cozy before demanding me to hand her the toy and return to my original position. "What a good choice." after switching on and allocating the vibrator to my sweetest spot, Sam parts her legs in a delicious swift move, giving me permission to rise the cusp of her gown. "If it gets to be too much, and you can't say our safeword, tap my leg like this." she demonstrates the action, and i nod. "Wait. Do you uh, have any ice cubes?" my intense moisturising of my lips gives Sam the heads up of what i'm about to do. "Eager to repeat the night of the gala, i see." Sam's long, dexterous fingers retrive the cube, taking occupation of her fingernails. "Don't forget that one of these days, i'm going to use the same technique on you... and i'll do so much with it." i gulp, the foreshadowing events corrupting me to moan before the prolonging ecstasy ahead. "Yes, Mistress." "You can have a small taste, then your permission has reached its limit. Understood?" i nod sorrowfully, temporarily amending the perpetuating hunger that lingers in the pit of my belly. Sam glides her fingers over my hair, lightly petting me, guiding me close. The moment i touch her, she tips her head back with a groan. "Not too fast. You've only earned a small taste." "Whatever you say, Mistress." i nestle closer, nuzzling at her damp curls as i seek her deepest folds. With a long, slow draw of my tongue i trace the line of her body up to the top of Sam's slithering slit. "Just like that... good girl." Sam leans back once more against the railing, rolling her hips slowly in a light sensation of friction against my mouth. The cool touch of the ice cube mixed with the hot sensation of Sam's pleasure leaves her desperate for more. I re-recognise the fiery feel of the vibrator below me, the feeling masked by my concentration on Sam's pulsing shape. "That's enough. It's time for our dinner." "But-" Sam hits me with a stern look, the 'don't-fuck-with-me' look. "But what, my pet? Hmm? Do you not think Mistress knows best?" "No, Mistress. I just want to finish my dessert..." "Dessert before dinner? Such a naughty girl..." Sam lifts herself up, reaching beneath my skirt to turn the vibrator off. I pout, knowing the cruel game she played with my previously toyed-with body. "I know little lamb, but this will be the best dinner of your life." Sam motions for me to rise to my feet, and she does the same.