The only lust that he had was for me and what ever perverse notion he took to bestow upon my willing body. Some nights his cruel hunger would become e...treme and wicked as he would bind my wrist and stretch my arms over my head tying them to the overhead light, cutting my cotton night dress, leaving me naked as he would pull up a chair running the steel finger claws up and down my body, twisting and turning me as he created red works of art on my white skin. The attachment of the cold metal. As much as I wanted to just think about Elyse and her thong all day, I had to get back to work. So the morning goes on, pretty uneventful, into lunchtime. I’m starving, so shut my laptop down and wander into the kitchen to find something to eat. Elyse walks past me again, off in the direction of the storeroom. Why would she be going to the storeroom? It’s usually locked, and there’s nothing in there except random boxes and supplies. Maybe some old costumes that haven’t made it to the props. ’ Why couldn’t she see what was so obvious to him? She paused, seeming to gather her thoughts. The band segued into ‘Night and day,’ a song to which he’d always enjoyed dancing. For a moment he was transported into a dream, spinning this beautiful woman around the floor. Then her words shattered the happy illusion, the determination in her voice brooking no argument. ‘Look, I know you’ve grown fond of me, but it will never work. Please, just stay away. Don’t visit, don’t call, don’t ring, find. The girls were working the riggings and unfurling all the sails. There was a helping wind and we were fully sheeted in no time. Once we were all set, the girls started removing their bikinis. Not wanting to be left out, I soon followed suit. Jim tried keeping his eye on the horizon but was failing miserably. I couldn’t blame him, they were all drop dead gorgeous women. The gentle sway of the boat on the soft rolling ocean had everyone’s breasts in constant motion. I extended my leg and rubbed.