Carina drearily sat up in bed and rubbed her face. After a terrible night's sleep, her eyes were swollen from crying. Upon entering the bathroom, she was confronted by a mirrored reflection of her untidily knotted hair, pale face and reddened eyes with dark circles beneath them. Knowing she looked a complete wreck hardly improved her mood, and she gave the mirror one last dirty stare as though daring it to comment, before stepping into the shower.
Turning the water to the hottest temperature she could bear, Carina stood under it and blankly stared up through the clear screen at the blue sky beyond. The heat helped her unwind, and she felt quite refreshed after washing the tears from her face. Recent events passed through her mind as she idly combed her fingers through her hair. Carina eyes slightly narrowed at the reminder that Michael effectively snuffed her intention to engage with the stranger.
A feeling of light-headedness passed through her with the sudden realisation that she had met a new person unsupervised. Taking a moment to trawl her memories, Carina genuinely couldn't recall the last time she had that kind of autonomy. The encounter was the closest thing to a first date she had experienced before meeting Eduardo. But though the newcomer was a shiny new toy she ached to play with, she feared she might go insane if Michael carried out the punishment he threatened her with.
"Carina?" Michael spoke from the doorway, and she slowly turned from the water to look at him.
Michael was casually dressed in a dark grey sports tracksuit, but his feet were bare.
Carina didn't answer immediately. Churning emotions kept her lovely face bitter, her eyes burned a dark navy, despite the sun streaming through the skylight barrier to brighten her striking features. Her detangled dark hair now attractively framed her face, wetly adhering to parts of her chest.
Taking in her mood, Michael looked to the lively rivulets of water travelling down her breasts, his gaze moving further down her taut legs, then back to her face. Despite the severity in his expression, there was a smugness about him that conveyed he was satisfied she was adequately tamed.
"Yes?" Carina finally answered. Her voice was cold, though she wasn't sure he could hear above the steaming flow of water.
Michael approached and Carina backed into the large stall, wishing there was a glass door between them.
"You're upset with me," he murmured, passing his hand beneath the spray. "Hot," he remarked, withdrawing. Carina watched him warily, anger still etched across her features.
"Breakfast is ready. Don't take too long," he said, holding her resentful gaze.
"I'm not hungry," she sharply replied.
"Carina-" Michael began impatiently.
"Are you going to threaten me with...with
that
, whenever you don't get your way?" she shrilly interrupted, unable to keep the panic from her voice.
"Calm down," Michael said shortly. "I told you. The punishment applies if you disobey me where that visitor is concerned. I have no other need for your cooperation."
"No, you'll just rape me, when you feel like it," Carina said bitterly.
Michael shrugged, with no answer to the accusation. "I will be outside. If you take too long, I will come for you," he said softly, and once again Carina watched his eyes boldly roam her nudity before he left.
Praying for strength, Carina let the water hit her in the face as she savoured her last moments alone. She certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of fetching her.
Leaving the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she saw Michael waiting on the bed with the breakfast tray beside him. Wanting to be more quick than discreet, Carina abruptly let the towel fall and swiftly dressed in the first thing she laid hands on.
When she turned to Michael, she wanted to scream at the appreciative look on his face. The jade dress brought out the purple tone of her eyes, and pulled flatteringly tight across her figure.
"I always liked green on you," he said, before standing to lift the breakfast tray. Carina took a few deep breaths and tensed her shoulders before following him onto the balcony.
Carina barely touched anything, refusing to look at Michael as he somehow maintained an easy flow of conversation, despite it being noticeably one-sided.
After enough time passed, Michael tried to clear the air.
"Carina, I did what I did, because there was no other way," he explained, gazing out at the glimmering water on the horizon.
"It was despicable," Caring snapped, still not looking at him.
"Yes," he admitted. "But are you going to tell me that you would obey my rules otherwise?"
Carina remained stubbornly silent, refusing to acknowledge he was right. If there was no ultimatum, she would have leapt on the stranger if he returned.
"I didn't want to do it," Michael muttered more to himself, sounding annoyed. "The current job is demanding. I can't have you tempting some moron on a submarine."
Then he froze, his dark eyes growing fierce as the effect of his careless words sunk in.
"That's how he gets here?" Carina remarked in a mild tone, but watched him like a hawk. There was a distinct spark of interest lighting her violet eyes as she waited for Michael to continue.
"Stop fishing, Carina," he snarled, standing to pile what was left of their breakfast onto the tray. While his brooding thoughts escalated, plates broke and cups were chipped as he angrily heaped them together.
"I wasn't-" Carina began to argue, but her voice died at the terrible look on his face.
Michael didn't speak, but bent and seized her wrist. Dragged from the chair, Carina stumbled in his wake as he pulled her into the suite and flung her toward the bed.
"Ouff!" Carina gasped, landing on her front. Before she could get up, he was on top of her.
Michael curled an arm around her waist and lifted her lower body so she was arched for him, her face forced into the bed. The green dress was roughly pulled up to her waist.
"Michael, wait!" Carina pleaded, her voice slightly muffled by the mattress. One of his hands gripped her hip and the other restlessly wandered down between her legs, around her pussy.
"Don't! Michael, Please!" she moaned. She heard Michael spit on his fingers and knew he stroked it down his cock. Then he spat again, and his fingers briskly rubbed over her pussy, coating it in warm saliva. Then, he lined up.
"No! Owww....uhhhhh..." Carina huffed, trying to crawl away as Michael slowly forced his cock inside her. It was uncomfortable taking a man his size without being in her usual state of arousal. He was persistent, but gentle. Slowly, he eased in and out, inch by inch, going deeper with each new thrust.
Carina squeezed her eyes shut and clutched at the bedsheet, hoping it would be over quickly. Michael wasn't his normal talkative self, and there was no affection or teasing playfulness in his touch. He fucked her in angry silence, keeping a firm grasp on her hips to assert his physical control. The quiet room was tensely filled with sounds of the bedsheets rustling, Carina's soft whimpers and Michael's heavy breathing.
