I jumped as my name came bellowing from his office. What could he possibly want with me? Nothing but fantasies for months and now, the infamous Captain Jack, harbor master at the most popular resort on the Gulf Coast, was yelling for me to get my sweet ass into his office.
Stepping into the boat warehouse, I took a moment to let my eyes adjust from the bright summer sunlight. There he was, in his office, going through an intimidating pile of mail. I guess he spent most of his time there, when he was not on his boat. Looking up, he caught me staring at him. He tilted his head for a moment as he looked at me, almost in a questioning manner. I wonder what he was thinking. He beckoned me forward with one finger, looking impatient. Had I done something wrong? Was I in trouble? I could not imagine what he wanted with me.
Standing up as I came through the door into the office, he immediately seemed to fill the room with his presence. He walked over to me and reached behind me, closing, and locking the door. Not saying a word, he walked to each of the office windows and pulled the blinds down, making the room seem very private as it fell into darkness. I had an idea of what he was thinking as he turned to me and I could not help but to step backwards fumbling for the doorknob. I had dreamed of this man for months; however, he looked so hungry when he looked at me, I was not sure I wanted to be in the room now.
My fingers barely grazed the doorknob before they were planted above my head on the wall beside the door. His massive 6'2 body dwarfed my 5'6 frame as he kept my hands captured with one of his hands and he gently tipped my chin up with his other hand. Eyes as blue as the summer sky in June looked into mine. Leaning down, he moved his nose right next to my neck and seemed to inhale my very essence. I could feel my nipples puckering in reaction. I pulled at my hands as if I wanted to run; however, I would have died a little if he had let me go. Looking up, I longed to run my fingers through his brandy colored hair. Contrary to current fashion, he kept it tied in a ponytail. A gold ring glinted in his left earlobe. He was so wildly beautiful!
Looking at his lips again, I shivered as he slowly lowered his head until his lips were but a breath from mine. Whispering to me, he said in a rough voice "This is your only chance to say no. Say it now or I won't be able to stop." I could think of nothing at that moment except for the last breath separating his lips from mine. If he did not lower his head, I would...I could not wait, I leaned forward, sealing my fate with a kiss. His body kept me pressed to the wall so that I could not move, I could only wait for his next move. He whispered, "You can't stop me, now. You are mine." He kissed me again, but it was not a gentle kiss. It was a kiss of possession, branding me as his. He thrust his hot tongue into my mouth conquering in a way that I knew he would conquer the rest of me. My passion was as great as my terror. I could lose myself in this man. There would be no holding back with him. He would settle for nothing less than everything. Breathing in his scent was intoxicating--a spicy smell like cinnamon and then something that was uniquely him. It seemed to wrap around me like the sea air. I felt trapped as never before.
Maybe he sensed some of my fear or he played a game of seduction; but he gentled his kisses and released my hands. His hands moved down, cupping my ass cheeks, through my shorts and then trailing his fingers through my long curly blonde hair.