船長の命令

The yacht cut through the Ionian Sea, and I was already in over my head. My new boss, Elena, stood at the helm in a white bikini top and linen shorts, sunglasses pushed into her dark hair. She caught me staring.

"Like what you see, Daniel?"

"Sorry, I—"

"Don't apologize. It's a compliment." She handed me a glass of champagne. "You've been tense since we left port. Relax. This is a celebration."

"What are we celebrating?"

Elena smiled, slow and deliberate. "You passed the probation period. I've been watching you for three weeks. You're smart, you're eager, and you follow instructions well." She tilted her head. "I like that in an employee."

My mouth went dry. She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume—something floral and expensive.

"Elena, I don't think—"

"You don't need to think." Her hand landed on my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. "You need to obey. Can you do that?"

"はい。"

"Good boy."

She led me below deck to the master cabin. The bed was huge, white sheets pristine. Elena turned to face me, unbuttoning her shorts with deliberate slowness.

"Before we begin," she said, "I need you to understand something. I'm in charge. Always. You answer to me—in the office and out of it."

"Yes, boss."

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I like that. Say it again."

"Yes, boss."

Elena dropped her shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear. A thin metal chain disappeared between her ass cheeks, ending in a small jeweled plug. I stared, unable to look away.

"You like it?" She turned around, bending slightly over the edge of the bed. "I put it in before you came aboard. I knew we'd end up here."

"Fuck, Elena."

"Elena? That's not what you call me." Her voice was sharp, commanding. "Try again."

"Boss."

"Good." She straightened up, walking to the bed and lying down on her side, propping her head on her hand. "Come here. Undress me. Slowly."

My hands were shaking as I unclipped her bikini top. Her breasts spilled out—full, heavy, topped with dark nipples already hard. She watched me, amused.

"Your hands are trembling."

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be." She reached out and unbuckled my belt. "I'm going to take care of you. All you have to do is what I say."

She pushed my pants down, wrapping her fingers around my cock. It was already throbbing, leaking pre-cum. She stroked me slowly, teasingly, and I moaned.

"Look at me," she ordered. "I want you to watch my hand move."

I couldn't look away. Her grip tightened, her thumb circling the head. I was close already, embarrassingly fast.

"Not yet," she said, reading my face. "You don't come until I tell you."

"Please, boss."

「何をお願いって？」

"Please let me fuck you."

She smiled, a predator's smile. "I'm not going to let you do anything. I'm going to tell you what to do, and you're going to do it. Understand?"

"はい。"

"Good. Get on the bed. On your knees."

I obeyed. She straddled me, facing away, and I watched her reach back and grip my cock. The plug shifted as she moved, and she sighed.

"You feel that?" she asked, guiding me to her entrance. "Every time I move, that plug presses against my clit from the inside."

"Fuck, I can see it."

"Look all you want." She sank down onto me, inch by inch, and I gasped. Her pussy was hot and wet, gripping me perfectly. "Now hold still."

She began to move—slow, grinding circles that made my eyes roll back. Her ass pressed against my thighs, the plug shifting with each motion. She reached back and grabbed my hands, pulling them to her hips.

"Touch me," she said. "I want your fingers on my clit."

I did as she said, finding her swollen and slick. She moaned, her rhythm quickening. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the cabin.

"Faster," she commanded. "Harder."

I complied, gripping her hips and driving up into her. She cried out, her head thrown back, her spine arching. The plug was moving with her, and I could feel the pressure of it through her inner walls.

"You like this?" she gasped. "You like your boss riding you with a plug in her ass?"

"Yes, boss—fuck—yes."

"I want you to come inside me. When I tell you. Not before."

"Please, please let me—"

"Not yet." She slowed down, teasing me, and I groaned in frustration. She laughed, breathless. "You're so easy to control."

"Please, Elena. Please."

"Elena?" She stopped moving entirely. "What did I say?"

"Boss. Please, boss."

"Better." She began to move again, faster this time, and I felt the pressure building. "Now. Come for me."

I came harder than I had in years, my hips bucking as I emptied myself inside her. She rode me through it, her own orgasm overtaking her as she clenched around me, a low moan escaping her lips.

For a moment, we stayed like that—sweaty, tangled, breathing hard. Then Elena slid off me, the plug still nestled between her cheeks. She turned to face me, a small smile on her lips.

"Not bad," she said. "For a new hire."

"Not bad?"

She laughed, reaching for a bottle of water on the nightstand. "You'll have to do better than that if you want a promotion."

"Whatever you say, boss."

"Good." She bit her lip, her eyes glinting. "Because I have ideas. And you're going to follow every single one of them."