This is my first submission, so please let me know if you like it! There's no sex in this chapter, I had to set the scene, but I promise there will be lots more to come. Of course, all characters are over 18. Enjoy!
~Nique
As I opened my eyes, I was want to immediately close them again at the disturbing rolling beneath me. Bile rose in the back of my throat and I lay still for a moment, trying very hard to choke the vomit back. When I could successfully sit up, I clutched at my clothes, now soiled and torn. Where was I? This was not my own bed, and I was definitely not back at the hotel. I was on some sort of ship, that much I knew. However, what I could not figure out was how exactly I'd come to be on that ship. The last thing I remembered, I was on vacation with my family in the Caribbean. Now, I was on a ship, with no recollection of having left my two younger sisters on the beach. My eyes widened. My sisters! Just as I began to panic, a low chuckled startled me out of my revelry.
"Well, hello, Sweetheart. Feeling better?" The man asked me, yet I could not answer, for I had been struck dumb at the sight of him. He was beautiful, a chocolate shade of brown, his skin glistened as his sweat-covered muscles flexed, plentiful, courtesy of hard work in sweltering heat. I blushed as his pink lips curled up in an amused smile, his golden-brown eyes sparkling. His gaze captured mine, refusing to let me go as he casually pushed away from the doorframe where he'd been leaning with his arms crossed against his broad chest, and stalked towards me. I swallowed hard as he leaned forward, his arms caging me in on either side as he invaded my personal space. I involuntarily took a step backwards, bumping into the wall behind me. The man's smile grew. His head dipped until his lips were only inches from my own.
"It isn't polite to ignore your host when he asks you a question, Luv," he whispered, his deep voice and British accent washing over me and causing me to shiver. He leaned even closer.
