Chapter 50 SURRENDER TO PLEASURE
“First of all, I have a river pilot's license and consider myself as competent as many captains out there, maybe even the most confident of them,” Patrick said, pulling up the formal dress and exposing more cleavage by unzipping it with his mouth, running his tongue up before looking back at me. “How can I kill us in the middle of nowhere?”
“You could crash the yacht into a big wave,” I moaned as he rubbed his body against mine.
“There's no forecast for storms; I checked... Trust me, put your fears aside. Today it will just be you and me.” His voice seductive, he captured my lips in a hungry kiss and skillfully pulled down the zipper of my dress, leaving me only in my underwear. Biting his lip, Patrick stopped to admire my body. “You're simply wonderful, Elisabeth, so beautiful.”
“Mr. Morgan, someone could see us,” I murmured as his lips grazed the thin fabric of my pants.
“Ready to sail to the middle of paradise?” With a mischievous look, Patrick bit the strap of my pants, pulling it down with his teeth.
“Ready!” I replied quickly, afraid of being seen docked on the beach.
“Good apprentice,” he smiled amused, getting up to go to the helm. “As soon as we set sail, you can give a little jerk. After that, you can go down to the cabin to change... Your bikini awaits!”
“I already said I'm not going to wear it.” I crossed my arms, challenging him. Morgan started the boat with the slight jerk he had warned about and, smiling, shouted from where he was: “If you don't change, we'll go back to the beach, and I guarantee you'll be without a single piece of clothing on your beautiful body.”
I shivered at the intensity of his words and ran to the cabin to change. I looked at myself in the mirror, embarrassed. How could anyone wear such revealing clothes in public? Of course, I had worn bikinis before, but in a private pool at home, with no one's gaze but my own... I swallowed hard, remembering the last time I had dressed like this. It was our anniversary, and it was close to the time he would arrive. We had a pool in the back of the house we bought because we were engaged and close to getting married.
I decorated the space with neutral lights, played our song from when we first met in school, and had wine and snacks arranged on an elegant tray by the pool, in the middle of the pool float. I awaited him eagerly, in a small and sensual bikini. However, he didn't arrive alone. He brought a coworker, who scanned my entire body with his eyes, and at that moment I knew what would happen.
The loud sound of punches being thrown was deafening, dragging his colleague's unconscious body to the edge of the pool. He pushed the man's head underwater, ending his life.
“No, please, don't do this!” I cried in despair.
Raising his psychotic eyes in my direction, he said:
“Look what you make me do, you bitch!” shouted my fiancé.
Crying, I began to tremble as he stood up and came towards me. I knew my punishment was about to begin.
“Are you okay?” Patrick's voice brought me back to the present. “You're pale; what happened?”
Closing the distance between us, he turned me around, carefully assessing and stopping at my eyes. Patrick sighed, pulling me into his arms in a warm and protective hug, kissing the top of my head. I let the tears fall, trembling. I felt the weight of the past trapped in my memories, dragging my emotions into a bottomless pit!
“Elisabeth, you're safe now. I'll never let anyone hurt you again; it's a promise!” His hands moved up my back, one finding its way to my neck, massaging it. Patrick stepped back a bit, caressing my face and bringing it towards his. “I never break my promises!”
“How do you know someone hurt me?” I sobbed, returning to the safety of his arms. “I never said anything.”
“Not verbally. I'm a former soldier; I've spent enough time to recognize scared eyes like yours.” Reflecting, he tightened the hug a bit more in a gesture of affection. “I'm sorry if I pushed you into something that brought up bad feelings. It wasn't my intention.”
“It's not about you, Mr. Morgan. I appreciate everything you've done for me.” Stepping back, I dried my eyes. “I want the perfect day you planned for us. I'm tired of being a prisoner of my past!”
Proudly smiling, he tilted his head to the side, biting his thumb as his eyes roamed my entire body and slowly rose, as if he were only with his gaze. I adored every corner of my skin, which tingled wherever his gaze passed, with his simple gestures.
“Mr. Morgan...” I spoke shyly, biting my lip.
“You are simply breathtaking, Elisabeth.” Whistling, he approached, holding my face between his hands. “Call me by my first name; today I'm not your boss...I'm just the man who desires you intensely.”
Sealing the moment with a kiss, Patrick deepened his tongue in a desirous exploration of every corner, sucking my tongue and nibbling on the lower lips.
“Come...” He said it breathlessly, his mouth still close to mine. “I hope you like the view!”
I nodded, being led to the top of the boat, where my eyes sparkled in admiration at the sea and its crystal-clear waters. I closed my eyes, inhaling the salty smell that permeated the air. Patrick approached from behind, wrapping an arm around my waist and stretching the other to hand me a glass of champagne.
“What a paradise!” I exclaimed, still moved by the breathtaking landscape. “You took it seriously about it just being us.”
I smiled, turning to face him, who had a mischievous smile on his lips, making him even more charming.
“I'm afraid to ask what your plans are and why with me...” I sighed, smiling slightly.
“You're different, Lis. I appreciate and admire you, besides being extremely beautiful, and with all due respect...” Patrick ran his finger up my belly, passing between my breasts and tracing around one of them. “...sexy! You're intelligent, determined, stubborn, and value my legacy as much as I do.”
“Oh, so I'm your employee of the month, and as a prize, I get the boss and a trip to Cuba?” I teased, pretending to be nervous and narrowing my eyes.
“Hey, I'm quite a prize... That hurts my feelings!” We laughed together, and he pulled me to the table to eat. “I appreciate your company more than I'd like to admit.”
I smiled shyly, picking up the delicacies to eat. There was whipped cream with strawberries, chocolate sauce, and candied fruits.