This story is collaboration between Myself and My loving collared submissive fireinnereyes. It is a story, but the feelings and the emotions are very real to U/us. W/we hope you enjoy reading it as much as W/we enjoyed the back and forth that created it. Blessed be to all O/our F/friends and to those new O/ones that W/we meet together all the time.
"My first vacation in years and I'm going to enjoy it completely." He walked up the gangplank to the ship, looked back at the busy port and smiled, thinking to Himself, He had big plans for this trip. He was going to relax, swim, maybe shoot a little onboard skeet, eat good food, gamble a bit, and scuba in the Caymans. Mostly, he wanted just to get His head clear and enjoy some down time.
He walked to His stateroom, noticed His luggage was already there and then went up on deck for the mandatory lifeboat drill. He casually watched His fellow passengers. There was quite a mix of people: blue hairs, newlyweds, jet setters, young professionals, and families. There were some attractive women, but He expected most of them were married or 10 years older than Him.
"Good thing I'm not on the prowl," he thought, "it is going to be thin pickings on this trip." The ship set sail and He returned to His stateroom for a quick nap before dinner. He rose about 7 p.m. and headed down to the dining area to His table. Four were already seated at His six-person table: a couple in their 60's, and two newlyweds. She was cute as a button; he was dashing and attentive. They whispered to each other and touched a lot.
He sat down and looked at the menu.
"Fish or beef?" He wondered, when a sudden wave of delicious perfume swept behind Him. In a flurry of colorful skirt and blouse, she sat down next to Him. He pretended to look at the menu while glancing at her from the sides of His eyes.
"Hi I'm fire," she said to Him. She introduced herself to everyone at the table individually. He paused a moment, then let His eyes travel up her body, appraising her openly to her face.
"fire. That's an interesting name for an interesting woman. . My name is Tantrick." The slightly bemused smile on her face let Him know that she had seen His scan of her, but her face went a little flush when He had spoken. Her face told Him that she enjoyed being flirted with.
"That's an odd name for an interesting Man," she giggled as she looked at Him from under her long lashes, obviously sizing Him up. Her eyes locked to His and He was stunned by the appearance of flames in them ... His green eyes bright and watchful; her eyes dazzling and like a candle to a moth. Her voice was slightly husky, at times almost breathless, and her expression made others feel as if they were the only one to whom she was talking. The time passed much too quickly.
He excused Himself and headed down to His stateroom to sleep. Sleep eluded Him as He thought about that beautiful woman... fire.
"What's her story? Why is a woman like that alone on a cruise?" Giving up on sleep, He rose and headed for the casino, as He passed one of the small bar areas He noticed her sitting at the bar talking with the bartender and walked over to her.
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked. She waved her hand at the stool next to her.
"Not at all. It would be nice to have some company. So Tantrick, where are You from?"
She glanced at Him with a flirtatious smile as she brought her drink to her sensuous lips and licked the salt from the rim of the glass before taking a sip.
"Oops," she giggled as the slice of lime that was perched on the rim accidentally fell down the front of her sundress landing deep in her cleavage. She retrieved it from between her breasts and lifted it to her mouth, sucking the juices from the bittersweet fruit, winking as she did. She took another sip, tossing her hair over her shoulder and batting her long, dark lashes as her eyes shined into His. She had such playfulness about her and He was captivated by her warm, smiling eyes.
"I'm from all over, fire. Born in Rhode Island, grew up in Panama, lived in Kansas, Washington, DC, Texas, and now I live in Florida ... I think you mentioned something about Pittsburgh at dinner when you were talking to that young bride at the table," He replied, smiling at her obvious flirtation and hoping she wasn't drunk
"So tell Me," he said glancing at her ring finger, "where's your husband? Is he ill? Or did he let you come on this cruise alone? I know that I wouldn't let a woman like you out of My sight for very long."
"Do you dance?" He grinned at her and spoke with a sexy tone in His voice. He looked up at the few people dancing under the dim lights.
He stepped forward and slid a hand around her waist and took her hand, spinning her out onto the floor. He held her close but not too tight. Her hips swayed with the Latin beat of Santana and He danced like He had when He was young in the salsa joints of Panama.
"Ok folks, last call and last dance." They laughed and twirled the time away until suddenly the DJ spoke.
He held her close and danced to an old blues standard, their bodies touching and pressing, and her breath fragrant in His face and her aroma warm and provocative. As the dance came to a close, He bent and kissed her softly on the lips. Her lips parted and pressed against His and He deepened the contact, His tongue slipping into her mouth and tipping against her tongue. A little moan escaped her lips. As the lights came up, she realized what had happened. A blush covered her beautiful face and she apologized to Him.
"For what?" He asked.
"Well, I am a married woman, Sir, and I wouldn't want to lead you on", she stammered.
Smiling at her obvious attempt to gather herself.
"I accept your apology under one condition".
"What's that?"
"Let Me escort you back to your stateroom. You never know who's running around these ships this time of the morning."
"Oh no, I really don't think that is necessary, but thank You very much for offering."
Just as she said these words to Him, her eyes fluttered, her body telling her to go for it. Her heart was beating so rapidly, she hoped He didn't hear it pounding out of her chest Her voice shook as she tried to walk confidently and strong across the floor to grab her purse. Her legs felt like rubber after that kiss.
"Thank you for your company, I had fun dancing and spending time with you Tantrick. I'll see You at breakfast. Good night, and thanks again " She turned quickly trying to disguise her obvious attraction to Him. She was too scared to take it any further, knowing she was drawn to Him but not wanting to admit it.
"Oh, my God," she thought to herself. "What would my husband say if he knew?"
As she turned away He stepped closer and took her arm.
"No fire, I insist. I'm serious about the people who walk around on these boats at this time of the morning and I want to make sure you get back to your room safely. I won't take no for an answer. Now, either I can follow you there, lurking in the halls behind you, or W/we can walk together and enjoy each other's company. Besides, it is a condition for Me to accept your apology—not that one was necessary—and I'm not the kind of Man who takes that kind of thing lightly. So fire, what'll it be? Do I shadow you back to your room or do W/we spend a few more moments together? You are delightful company by the way."
"What is your room number?" Without another word He took her elbow and led her out into the passageway.
"I'm in 203. Balcony level." She looked at Him fearfully for a second, but He looked so handsome and so serious she said.
"Nice room. If you get the chance I'll show you what the suites look like."
"Really Tantrick, I'll be alright. I can make it the rest of the way myself. Have a good evening, okay? And thanks again for a lovely evening." Sensing a bit of danger she glanced over at Him, her pulse raced as He gripped her elbow tighter.
"So, did I tell You that I've been married for 16 years...faithfully?" she said nervously.
Disregarding her protest, He continued to walk with her His hand on her elbow. As they rounded the corner to the ship elevator, a drunk staggered out of an adjoining passageway.
"Hey, Baby, why don't you get rid of that bum and let's go party in my stateroom. I got a full bar." The drunk glared at Tantrick thru bloodshot, bleary eyes and bucked up like he was looking for a fight.
"Back off asshole. The lady isn't looking for a party; she's looking for her room." Tantrick stepped between fire and the drunk and said in low voice with a touch of a feral growl.
The drunk shot forward in a spastic lurch and Tantrick grabbed Him by the throat with one big hand, closing it around his windpipe as he repeated the warning. The drunk turned blue and clawed at the powerful arm that held him pinned to the bulkhead.
"Listen buddy, just go back to your room get some sleep and don't come out again tonight. If I see you again tonight you're going to have a long swim and I'm going to wait till morning to tell the captain I saw someone fall overboard." Tantrick took fire's arm. Her eyes grew large and excited at the display of strength and the manner in which He had disposed of the problem.
"You see fire, that's exactly the kind of thing I was hoping you'd avoid by allowing Me to escort you. So I hope you'll reconsider." He looked at her with a bit of a twisted smile. His lips uncurled and returned to their former condition.
"I'm sorry Tantrick. You were right. I guess it is a bit dangerous. I had no idea. Thank you for taking care of that man for me. I appreciate You protecting me from that monster." Smiling with a bit of embarrassment as the blush filled her cheeks, she cast her eyes to the floor then slowly raised them to meet His.
