ROBERT
I peeled the leather jacket off my body and gently draped it on Renee's shivering shoulders as we strolled to the stretching marina.
"Thank you so much." She muttered, and I hummed in response.
"So many boats...." She began.
From my line of vision, I could see her eyes glinting as she asked once more, "Are we having our date at an exquisite restaurant on a yacht?" She queried glancing at me, and I just chuckled.
"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, baby girl. Just be quiet and follow me." I mumbled.
"What if I don't keep quiet? I have a lot of questions, you know?"
"You might as well fuck yourself tonight since you don't want to shut up. I know your legs are still quivering from my touch, and if you want me to remedy that, then you have to do as I say, darling."
She shot me a pained glance, but before she could say anything, I pulled her up to the dock, where my sizeable Ivorian-style yacht lay.
The wind was billowing intensely now and I cuddled Renee tightly, rubbing her arms softly so she didn't feel the cold. Then I began to lead her to the boat.
"Where are we going too, Robert?" She asked, looking at me with a confused expression on her face.
"How often do I need to say we have a yacht to cruise?"
"Don't tell me that we're—"
"Whatever you think it is, Renee, that's what it is." I cut her off before she could speak further and stopped us on the empty dock. Then slowly, I leaned down and dropped a chaste kiss on her plump upturned lips.
"Mr. Clarke." A voice cut through, and I looked up to see my yacht manager and purser walking toward me. The elderly man still bounced on his feet rapidly, his legs strong and I smiled slowly.
"Mr. George." I called out, a grin on my face as we shook hands.
"Mr. Clarke! Welcome. I was a bit surprised when I received your request, but everything is ready, and you're good to go."
"Thank you so much." I said genuinely. Turning to Renee, I introduced them.
"Renee, this is Mr. George. Mr. George, my girlfriend, Renee."
Renee instinctively shivered when I mentioned the word 'girlfriend.' She gave me a questioning look before facing Mr. George and shaking his hand as they exchanged pleasantries.
"Call me Renee, please." She told him when he tried to call her Miss.
"How's the yacht shaping up?" I interjected quickly, briefly disrupting their conversation.
"She's shaping up fine and ready to rock and roll. Everything you need is there, and all your orders have been carried out."
"Thank you so much." I said appreciatively again, and glancing at Renee, I asked, "Let's be underway, shall we?"
"Are we riding on this boat tonight?" She asked, her eyes lighting up in curiosity as she gripped the jacket around her tightly.
I shot her a wicked grin in reply to her question, and she gasped, getting the answer to her question.
"A quick tour, right?" I asked.
"Yes, please." She said so softly I didn't hear her at first.
Taking a few steps away from the dock, we finally stepped onto the slow-swinging yacht, and I led her onto the boat.
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Daddy's Little Pet | 18+
Romance'What am I to you? I want to hear you say it?' 'You are my Daddy?' I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling slightly. 'And what are you to me?' He asked again, his throat bobbing up and down, a wicked glint in his eyes, while I replied lustfull...
