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  I wake up Friday about mid-morning with Drake feasting between my legs. Once he has his fill we change into our swimsuits. Going up the stairs to the dining room where a spread of breakfast food is waiting for us. When we finish eating Drake take my hand leading me to the back deck.

  We play around in the water for hours. Swimming in the shallow parts of the ocean. Snorkeling just under the surface . Watching all the creatures underneath. We take turns driving Drakes black skidoo close to the ship. Laughing hysterically when one of us falls off.

  Drake calling it a night of couple of hours before the sun set. Climbing back on the yacht and leading me to the get cleaned up. Meeting me in the dining room about an hour later for dinner.

  The first thing I notice when I walk in is a big white box in the seat of my chair. I walk over picking it up and look at Drake. "What's this?"

  His body is in a super relaxed calm mood. The sun making his golden skin glow from our long days activities. "That's for you, My Queen. It's your one exception and I want you to wear it tomorrow night."

  "Of course, Master." I tell him smiling placing the box on the floor by my chair.

  For the rest of the dinner I try and pay attention to the here and now. I'm having to concentrate on what Drake is saying, and keeping the food I put in my mouth down. Unfortunately, the ball of dread increasing in size in my stomach makes doing either very difficult.

  I try not to dwell on the feeling at all the next day. My nerves going through the roof wondering what he has planned for tonight. Something in my gut tells me I have a good reason to be scared. A little after 4 that afternoon Drake sends me to go get ready.

  I make my way slowly down the stairs to rue bottom floor of the yacht. Setting my eyes on the closed Master Suite door gave me a funny feeling. Making it seem like I was in a tunnel and the door is getting further away each step I take forward. Finally, I make it through the door surprised to see Brook sitting down in a chair waiting for me.

  "Are you ok? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Brook ask jumping up from her seat walking up to me and grabbing my hands.

  I gulp and try plastering on a fake smile. "Fine. Just tired after the past few days."

  Brook gives my hands a squeeze taking me at my word before letting them drop to my sides. She clasps her hands together in front of her taking a step back, and giving me a timid smile.

  "Of course. I've ran you a hot bath with some relaxing oils mixed in. Why don't you go relax, and I'll wait here letting you know when it's time to get out?" She ask being overly nice. Making me feel so uncomfortable as I stand in front of her naked.

  I give her a small smile in thanks. Making my way pass her and into the bathroom. I climb into the hot oily water and lay down. Submerging myself under the water to try and help clear my thoughts.

  After several tries and it not working I give up. Then wash my hair and body twice before getting out. Way before Brook said it was time.

  I wrap myself in an oversized towel and a smaller towel around my hair. Going back through to the Master bedroom I stand by the door as Brook stands. Moving from her seat then telling me to sit down. We don't speak as she takes the towel off of my hair, and starts brushing it every which way as she blows dries the locks.

  Brook was the first to break the silence as she put hot curlers in my hair. "I know you really don't know me and probably don't want to talk. But I can tell somethings on your mind, and I'm a great listener."

  I let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Is it that easy to tell?"

  Brook chuckles. "Yeah, you look like someone just killed your dog."

  I gave her a real laugh at that. "No. Nothing like that, thank the Gods! I just have this feeling something is going to go wrong tonight, and it's been driving me crazy."

  She gave me an answering hum placing the last roller in my hair before starting my makeup. "Is that feeling giving you anything more specific?"

  I think about my answer for a moment before speaking. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep my feelings to myself, and not tell Drake. I'm so afraid I'll scare him off then I won't know what to do after that!"

  "How will your feelings scare him off?" She asks starting my eye makeup.

  I feel my cheeks turn red in embarrassment. "I know y'all have seen the type of relationship Drake and I have. When we started this he said it would only be for 6 months. Then we would go our separate ways. Nothing was said about falling for each other, or making this into something more by the end."

  Brook adds the final swipe of mascara to my lashes then takes a step back to admire her work. She gives me a nod in approval before turning back to the counter and picking up a tube of lipstick. Facing me she opens the tube as she answers me.

  "I'm not going to lie to you we've all seen what you two have been doing this week. When I first started working for Mr. Masters he told me about the lifestyle he was into, and asked me if I was ok being around that sort of thing. I told him then it was his business and none of mine. But in all the years I've worked for Mr. Masters you are the first woman he's even brought aboard this yacht."

  "Drake told me the same thing, but I found that hard to believe at the time." I tell her before she places a folded piece of tissue between my lips removing the excess lipstick.

  "Trust me, we all notice how different he is with you here. Happy and relaxed. So, who are we to judge how he would react if you told him about your feelings?" Brook ask walking to the bed picking up the white box and bringing it back to me.

  Brook has a far away look in her eyes as she hands me the garment box. Coming back to the present with a laugh she turns back to the counter to start tidying up. "Lord knows I have no room to judge the man on how he loves."

  I stand up from my seat taking the box into the bathroom and closing the door. I place the box on the counter dropping my towel to the floor and just stare at the bow keeping the box closed.

  "What do you mean by that?" I ask Brook loud enough she can hear me through the closed door. As I open the garment box and start putting on everything inside.

  "Because, after Mr. Masters told me his secret of being in the lifestyle I told him why I wanted to work on his yacht. I'm in love with both Captain Beau and Shannon. We've been in a poly-relationship for the past four years. Happy and more in love each day. Of course it wasn't always smooth sailing at first. Once we finally came clean about our feelings for one another our lives changed for the better."

  I swing the bathroom door open just as Brook finishes. Stepping back into the Master suite with a shocked look of surprise on my face. "Seriously? All three?"

  Brook just laughed getting up from her seat motioning for me to sit back down. Walking behind me taking the cool curling rods from my hair. Moving each lock to the style she imagines.

  "All three. Beau, Shannon, and I. Beau and Shannon were already together a couple of years by the time I came along. I met Shannon first at a cooking class, and we hit it off from the start. After talking for about a week she introduced me to Beau. The three of us spent the next week together every second we could. At the end of that week I finally worked up the courage to ask if they were a couple. When they both said yes I was heartbroken thinking I would never have a chance with either of them."

  Lost in her memory she giggles. "But Beau, oh Beau, he had another idea. Like you and Mr. Masters, Beau asked me to give them 6 months. Living aboard the yacht and working with them. Just seeing where this thing between us could possibly lead. I've been here ever since."

  Brook finished with a smile. The memories still playing out behind her eyes. She placed the last lock of my hair where she wanted it. Then gave the partial up-do one last squirt of hairspray and stepping back. "All done!"

  I gave myself a quick once over in the mirror in front of me. My hair was shining in a braid around my head my curls hanging down. The short dark maroon spaghetti strap dress I was wearing had ruffles along the top. Wrapping all the way around the bodice turning into cuff sleeves around my forearms. With the hemline stopping an inch above mid-thigh.

  My skin was glowing. My makeup very minimal except for a dark smokey cat shape to my eyes. Drakes collar the only accessory I had on.

  "You've truly made me into a work of art! Thank you, Brook." I say to her standing up and pulling her into a hug.

  "It's my pleasure." She whispered in my ear before pulling away. "Now remember what I said, and everything will be fine. Go get your man, Girl!" Brook cheers making me laugh as I wave bye and walk into the hallway.

  A calm overtakes my body as I make my way up the stairs to the main floor of the yacht. Out to the back deck of the boat where Drake is waiting. Rounding the corner I see him all dressed up for tonight, and I start to drool.

  Drakes silhouette was glowing from the candles on the romantic table for two he was sitting in front of. Looking at the stars giving me an all access view. He's dress in a black three-piece suit with a white button-up underneath, and a pair of old school loafers matching the same two colors on his feet.

  Music softly playing in the background. A string of outdoor bulbs were hanging above our heads for a little extra light. Which were reflecting off the two silver domes covering our food.

  Drake gave me a megawatt smile as soon as he noticed me. Standing from his chair walking around the table to mine. He reached down grabbing ahold of my hand and bringing it up placing a kiss to the inside of my wrist. Then keeping my palm grasped in his helping me sit in my own seat.

  "You are absolutely radiant under these stars, My Queen." His words whispering along the nape of my neck as he pushed my chair closer to the table.

  "Ready to eat?" He ask walking back to his chair and placing his hand on top of the domes.

  "Please." I say with a smile, still feeling that calm from before.

  Drake removes both domes with a flourish. Then placing them on the floor and  sitting back in his seat. We start eating both of us trying our best not to break eye contact with the other. Sending each other small smiles throughout.

  Finally, Drake breaks the comfortable silence between us. "You know, it completely slipped my mind between work and missing you, that congratulations are in order. Finishing your junior year and on to your Senior year before Med School. Do you know what you want to do after that?"

  I pick up my napkin from my lap wiping the corners of my mouth stalling for time. The ball of dread in my stomach making itself known again. Quicker than before.

  "After my 2 years of Med School I would love to do my residency at one of the level-1 trauma centers in the city. As long as I keep my grades up and score high on my L-Stats it shouldn't be a problem."

  "Will you stay with Mel the entire time?"

  "That would be the icing on the cake for me!" I say laughing.

  Drake smiles back before wiping his mouth with his napkin. Placing the cloth on top of his empty plate and sliding it to the middle of the table. His onyx gaze piercing into me.

  "And after that? Marriage? Kids? I know you've never been around married couples before with this being your Moms first time down the isle. But, is that something you want?"

  I start to fidget with my napkin in my lap while I think of the best way to answer him. Breaking out into a sweat from all the different emotions flowing through my system at just thinking about this, I pull up my big girl panties and tell Drake the truth.

  "If the right man comes along. The man I can't live without, and wouldn't know how to function without him by my side. I'd marry him in a second. If we are blessed maybe a few kids down the road than that's all I could hope for."

  Drakes' face lights up like a Christmas tree at my answer. He gets up from his chair coming around the table with his hand outstretched in front of him. "Dance with me?"

  "Anytime, Master." I smile ignoring the rolling in my gut, instead placing my hand in his and standing.

  Drake wrapped me in his arms. Pulling my body flush against his as we dance to several different slow songs. Under the twinkling starry sky. Ending our dance with an earth-shattering kiss.

  We both take a step away from the other desperately trying to regain some of the oxygen lacking in our bodies. Drake coming around before me. Giving me a mischievous smile he placed his arm around my knees picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Carrying me back through the boat down the stairs to the Master Suite.

  The bedroom door slamming closed from the force Drake used to close it. Then tossing me into the air. Sending me flying through the air landing in the middle of the king size bed. Drake climbing on after me kissing his way up my body.

  Every inch his lips went higher up my body the bottom of my dress came with them. Stopping to devour my lips, and pulling the sheer fabric over my head. Letting it fall to the floor.

  Drake left me gasping for air again as he slowly made his way back to my breast. Rolling, pinching, and sucking the hardened nubs. Taking all the time in the world to worship each one.

  My arousal starts burning brightly. My blood rushing along underneath my skin. Making my nerve endings spark off electrifying my skin. My cream steadily dripping from my core that's begging to be filled.

  Drake is in no hurry to get to the pleasure, though. Taking his time between each of my breast. No matter what I try, or how hard I beg. Finally, he moves his masterful lips south stopping between my folds.

  He takes his sweet time with my pulsing clit. Showing the little pearl the same treatment as my nipples. Bringing my body to the edge of the peak and leaving me there. Even the slow thrust of his middle finger deep into my core was enough to send me flying over the edge.

  His fingers, lips, and tongue work me over with agonizing speed. Making the feelings last longer than ever before. This entire moment meaning something completely different than we ever shared before.

  Once the walls of my sex start convulsing Drake stops all his movements sitting up on his knees. I didn't notice when he took his clothes off while he was playing with my body, but I'm enjoying the view now. Proudly showing me every inch as he smiles down at me.

  Drake took my ankles moving my legs around his hips. Locking them behind his back. Then leaning over me placing the palms of his hands above my shoulders. His black eyes trying to burn a path into my soul.

  Locking his gaze with mine he pushes his steel cock into my channel each glorious inch at a time. Filling and stretching me in a oh so delicious way. Bottoming ours at the opening to my womb.

  Drake starts to thrust his hips in a frustratingly slow pace. Keeping me from cumming and leaving my body right on the razors edge as he owns me. Sweat bubbling up from all of my pores and working my sanity to the point of blacking out.

  Long minutes later, for the first time I believe, Drake and I finish at the same time. Neither of us speaking, or anything coherent that is. Both looking deep into the others eyes. Him smiling a mega smile my way. While I try and figure out what exactly just happened.

  "I love you, Abbie Black, and I know you love me too. I just felt how much actually from all of your cream running between us." Drake chuckles stopping just as fast and whispering his next words. "Say it back."

  He gave me a pause hoping I would say the words. "Or, tell me I'm wrong, please! I've never felt like this about anyone before. It scares the shit out of me, and makes me giddy like a little girl at the same time if I'm being completely honest with you." A pleading tone to his voice.

  Alarm bells instantly start ringing in my ears. My mind split on which path I should take at the crossroad. My head saying run first, and fast. While my heart says tell him exactly how I feel. Quickly listing all the pros and cons for each point.

  Deciding to leave it up to fate. I clear my head and open my mouth going with whatever comes out next.

  "I can't say that Drake." My eyes open with a snap not expecting those words to come out at all.

  "Can't say what? That you love me, or you don't? I'm confused." He tells me looking adorably lost with my train of thought.

  I turn my gaze toward the corner of the room. Peaking at him through my lowered lashes as I tell him my scared truth. "Both." I whisper the word.

  In that moment I watch as something breaks inside of Drake. Clearing the emotions from his face instantly. Shielding his hurt behind a mask.

  Drake doesn't make a sound as he gets up from the bed. Grabbing his tux pants from the floor, and putting them on. Walking with a quick purpose out of the bedroom door.

  Not coming back for the rest of the night.

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