The Yacht: La Otaria

Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea

Several Weeks Later

Aries had just finished a conference call with the other members of the Alliance. Their assault on the bratva compound in the Carpathian Mountains had been a success and had sent a clear message that to take on one of the member syndicates was to incur the wrath of all. Knight had been a bit put out that the Italians had moved so swiftly and with such deadly success against their common enemies, but Aries wasn’t worried. Knight was English—they always had their panties in a twist about something.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was beginning to sink below the yardarm. Time to go join his mate on their stateroom’s balcony where he could enjoy her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him, swallowing him down while he enjoyed his cigar and a good whiskey.

He opened the door to find Serena naked and on her knees in a classic submissive pose—legs spread, hands resting palm up on her thighs and head down. Lying in front of her was a silver tray with a Cohiba Behike cigar, the vintage lighter that had the family crest engraved on it, and the antique sterling silver cutter they had purchased in Miami. Next to it was a crystal decanter filled with Kilted Fire scotch and a heavy tumbler. Aries smiled. It would seem his beautiful mate and submissive had found a new way to serve him.

“I see you want to prepare my cigar for me.”

“Yes, Master—if that would please you.”

He wasn’t sure which was the more provocative or intoxicating—the scent of her arousal, the sight of her pussy or the use of his honorarium. The cigar was a distant fourth. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her, laying his hand on her head and circling her body, purring to her as she trembled with desire. Aries smiled. Poor little thing. She had no clue that they would have dinner before he attended to her need. She, however, would serve him well in the interim.

Aries moved to the leather wingback chair that had been placed before her, sprawling into it with spread legs so she could see the growing bulge behind his fly. “Proceed.”

Serena picked up the cigar cutter, clipping off the end, leaving just enough of a shoulder to make it more palatable in his mouth and leaving a gentle curve that would keep the end from unraveling. She laid the cutter down and then dampened both ends of the cigar with her mouth, sliding it in and out of her mouth in a provocative tease of what she would do with his cock when he settled back to enjoy his cigar and whiskey. This would combine her taste with that of the cigar. She flicked on the lighter and dried the cigar, being careful not to singe the wrapper. By doing this sort of blowjob on the damn cigar and passing it through the lighter’s flame, it warmed almost the entire cigar and added moisture, ensuring a more consistent flavor. Aries wondered if one could toast, as that was the technical term, a cigar with the honey from her pussy. Might be interesting to try some time.

She held up the cigar for his inspection and approval. She set the silver tray aside and moved closer to him, crawling on her knees. Holding the cigar in the palm of her hand with the mouthpiece towards him, she raised it above her bowed head. Aries lifted the cigar and took a test draw on it to ensure the air was moving smoothly. She’d done a fine job. He suspected she’d been practicing with cheaper cigars.

“Very nice,” he said, placing it back in her hand.

Serena lit the flat end of the cigar, blowing on it to make certain the whole thing glowed orange and was ready for him to smoke. She took a test draw to ensure it was drawing smoothly. Satisfied, she offered it to him again. Aries took the cigar and took a long draw, exhaling the smoke with a long, satisfied sigh.

“Thank you, Serena. You did that beautifully. Now pour me my drink and then open my fly and take out my cock. You can suck it while I enjoy my whiskey and cigar.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, lifting the top from the decanter and pouring him a good double shot of the smooth whiskey.

She handed him the whiskey and then reached for the zipper on his fly. Easing it down, she took his cock in her hand and he had to focus on anything other than how much he wanted her, not just to be in her mouth, but to be pounding her pussy, letting his barbs come out and score her tender flesh as he thrust into her again and again and again and again.

Gaining a small bit of self-control, he leaned back with a low moan as she licked the bit of precum that was leaking from his slit before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. She gripped the stalk of his dick and slowly ran her hand from the plum-shaped head down to the spot right above his heavy balls.

Gently pumping his cock, she opened her mouth wider to take him deep inside, letting her tongue slide along the underside, laving it with all the love he knew she felt for him. He knew because the first and last words out of her mouth each day were “I love you.” He set the whiskey down, winding the fingers of that hand into her silky mane, tugging it slightly so he could feel her inhalation of breath all along his length.

She reached up to cup his balls, rolling them in her palm until he growled appreciatively. Serena knew how to get to him, knew that the gift of her submission and how she expressed it each and every day was only a part of why he loved her so. He also loved her because she loved sucking his cock and gave the best damn blow job anyone ever had. She truly embraced the term cock worship; he felt like a god every time she went down on him.

Aries stared down at her as she ran her tongue all over his cock and passed it between her lips. He lifted the cigar to his mouth and took a deep draw. Other than being settled between her thighs pounding into her, this was Aries’ idea of utter perfection and happiness.

“Deeper,” he growled as he began to pump himself into her mouth.

Serena swallowed him down, allowing his cock to touch the soft place at the back of her throat before sliding down. God, she felt good as she closed her mouth around him, suckling sweetly but with just a bit of force, her hands playing with his balls the entire time. She worked the underside of his cock with her tongue, moaning around it and sending vibrations all up and down its length.

His cock was beginning to swell and twitch in anticipation of sending his cum into her belly. He could feel his toes curling as his balls drew up. Aries pulled her forward, forcing her to take him to the soft place deep inside her mouth so she could swallow him. He pressed into her mouth, shooting his cum down her gullet until he was drained and spent from his pleasure.

Aries released her hair and Serena licked and sucked until he was clean. She settled herself on the floor between his thighs, resting her head against him.

“That was lovely, cara. What do you say we make that a weekly ritual.”

He couldn’t see her smile, but he could hear it in her voice, “Yes, Master.”

He laid his hand on her head and purred to her in utter contentment. There was more work to be done, but for now, this was enough.