Sinful Delight And The Masters Might

Watching The One You Love Break *Mature*

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  I wake up Friday about mid-morning with Drake feasting between my legs. Once he has his fill we change into our swimsuits. Going up the stairs to the dining room where a spread of breakfast food is waiting for us. When we finish eating Drake take my hand leading me to the back deck.

  We play around in the water for hours. Swimming in the shallow parts of the ocean. Snorkeling just under the surface . Watching all the creatures underneath. We take turns driving Drakes black skidoo close to the ship. Laughing hysterically when one of us falls off.

  Drake calling it a night of couple of hours before the sun set. Climbing back on the yacht and leading me to the get cleaned up. Meeting me in the dining room about an hour later for dinner.

  The first thing I notice when I walk in is a big white box in the seat of my chair. I walk over picking it up and look at Drake. "What's this?"

  His body is in a super relaxed calm mood. The sun making his golden skin glow from our long days activities. "That's for you, My Queen. It's your one exception and I want you to wear it tomorrow night."

  "Of course, Master." I tell him smiling placing the box on the floor by my chair.

  For the rest of the dinner I try and pay attention to the here and now. I'm having to concentrate on what Drake is saying, and keeping the food I put in my mouth down. Unfortunately, the ball of dread increasing in size in my stomach makes doing either very difficult.

  I try not to dwell on the feeling at all the next day. My nerves going through the roof wondering what he has planned for tonight. Something in my gut tells me I have a good reason to be scared. A little after 4 that afternoon Drake sends me to go get ready.

  I make my way slowly down the stairs to rue bottom floor of the yacht. Setting my eyes on the closed Master Suite door gave me a funny feeling. Making it seem like I was in a tunnel and the door is getting further away each step I take forward. Finally, I make it through the door surprised to see Brook sitting down in a chair waiting for me.

  "Are you ok? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Brook ask jumping up from her seat walking up to me and grabbing my hands.

  I gulp and try plastering on a fake smile. "Fine. Just tired after the past few days."

  Brook gives my hands a squeeze taking me at my word before letting them drop to my sides. She clasps her hands together in front of her taking a step back, and giving me a timid smile.

  "Of course. I've ran you a hot bath with some relaxing oils mixed in. Why don't you go relax, and I'll wait here letting you know when it's time to get out?" She ask being overly nice. Making me feel so uncomfortable as I stand in front of her naked.

  I give her a small smile in thanks. Making my way pass her and into the bathroom. I climb into the hot oily water and lay down. Submerging myself under the water to try and help clear my thoughts.

  After several tries and it not working I give up. Then wash my hair and body twice before getting out. Way before Brook said it was time.

  I wrap myself in an oversized towel and a smaller towel around my hair. Going back through to the Master bedroom I stand by the door as Brook stands. Moving from her seat then telling me to sit down. We don't speak as she takes the towel off of my hair, and starts brushing it every which way as she blows dries the locks.

  Brook was the first to break the silence as she put hot curlers in my hair. "I know you really don't know me and probably don't want to talk. But I can tell somethings on your mind, and I'm a great listener."