I Take What I Want (An Erotic Story of Sexual Dominance and Revenge) (4 page)

Truesdale interrupted, "Oh, let's not be so formal. Call me Binky."

Oh, please. Binky? It was all I could do to contain my laughter. I imagined that Grant felt the same.

"Binky...that's an interesting name. We are Tina and Mike Bretag."

Truesdale (I couldn't stand to call this bastard "Binky") looked beyond us and scanned the features of the
Madeleine
.

"Well, honey," Grant said, "I have business ashore. See you tomorrow. Why don't you show Binky around our little home?"

"Great idea! Bye, sweet-pea!" Talking that way made me feel stupid.

I held Truesdale's arm, positioning myself so he would get an eyeful of cleavage. "Come, come, Binky. Let me give you the grand tour."

Grant circled around and secretly came back on board. Dressed as a waiter, Parker kept an eye on Truesdale and me as we explored the
Madeleine
.

I opened the double doors to the master suite, "And this is our little love den. Isn't it beautiful?"

Truesdale studied the quarters as if he was conducting an inspection. Not surprisingly, he noticed the conspicuously-placed masks and dildo in the partially opened nightstand. He turned to me and began to approach.

Parker's voice came from down the hall, "Mrs. Bretag, I have your cocktail. Would you like it in there or up on the main deck?"

"I'll take it down here."

"Binky, would you like something to drink?" I leaned into him and brushed against his crotch. My advance startled him.

He looked at me, then into the nightstand, then back at me. "How about if I return your hospitality and give you a tour of the
Gigi
?"

Thinking through his cock already... how I love dominating men!

"That sounds wonderful, Binky!"

"Waiter?"

"Yes, Mrs. Bretag?"

"Forget about the cocktails. We're going to the
Gigi
."

"Yes, Mrs. Bretag." Parker caught on to our little game quickly.

Truesdale and I boarded the
Gigi
and mingled with his guests and hangers-on. Parker, having changed from his waiter uniform, was on board as well. Case boarded a few moments later.

Motioning towards Parker, I said, "Binky, look at that good-looking young man over there. Is he your son?"

"Never seen him before. Let's find out, shall we?"

We introduced ourselves to Parker and engaged in small talk. Then I baited the trap.

"Whew! Talking with you two gorgeous men is making me hot. I'm glad my husband is away."

Parker kissed my neck but said nothing.

I turned to Truesdale. "Binky, weren't you going to show me your master suite?"

He smiled, reached for my hand and said, "Right this way, Madame."

I turned to Parker and said, "You, too, big boy!"

Once Truesdale, Parker and I were below deck, Case posted the repossession notice in the wheelhouse window and one of our team posted another notice on the bow. The craft was then legally in the hands of the lender.

Truesdale smiled as he opened the door to his love den. His eyes darted from side to side; then he looked at me as if begging for approval. The aroma of incense and strawberry flavored lubricant engulfed the room. Red shag carpet led my eyes to the round platform bed placed in the center of the room. To the side of the bed was a table loaded with a BDSM enthusiast's favorite sex toys, including a cat o' nine tails, masks, leather clothing and vibrators of all sizes. The walls and ceiling were lined with smoked mirrors with gold leaf trim. The only things missing were a disco ball and laser lights. In one corner of the room, positioned directly in front of the two-way mirror, was a "torture rack" designed for whippings and other methods of inducing pain and pleasure. The room was a perfect setup for our plan.

Fumbling at the buttons of his shirt, Truesdale locked the door and rushed toward me. "I want to fuck you so badly I'm about to explode."

Tearing his clothes, I clawed at the crazed man's shirt while Parker removed his khaki shorts and underwear.

"Binky wants to fuck you," the pathetic Truesdale whispered.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, Binky. You can rest assured of that, but I must punish you first."

Parker handcuffed Truesdale to the rack and clamped a steel collar and chain around his neck. While Parker ensured our victim was securely restrained, I removed my skirt and blouse, revealing black leather panties and bra.

Truesdale smiled as I put on a black mask, selected a cat o' nine tails whip and moved to the opposite side of the rack. I drew back and lashed hard against his exposed back. He screamed and heaved, then begged, "Again! Whip me again!"

I flogged him again, then pulled at his stiff cock.

"Suck me. I want you to suck my cock."

I stopped and said with a disapproving tone, "Why would I want to do that? I'm going to fuck you first."

"Oh, yes. Let me fuck you."

"No, Binky. I'm going to fuck you."

Parker released Truesdale from the rack and threw him face down on the bed. With the collar and chain still encasing Truesdale's neck, Parker handcuffed him to the bed and positioned him on his hands and knees.

I flogged his bare ass and whispered, "Now I'm gonna fuck you like you have never been fucked before." I gave him a kiss on his cheek and then showed him a large strap-on dildo. I fastened the harness around my torso and rubbed sex lube onto the butt plug.

Truesdale grunted as the vibrating dong penetrated his ass. "It's too big! Slow down! It hurts!"

"Do you want me to stop, Binky? You don't like this big cock in your ass?"

"Yes I do! Don't stop! Don't stop! Just slow down! I want it all!"

Parker and I watched Truesdale scream in agony as the dildo stretched his asshole and plunged deep inside him. He whimpered as the thrusts stopped.

"Well, Binky, you sleazy bastard, consider yourself fucked!"

"Who said that? Who was that?"

Having removed the dildo harness earlier, I said, "Not me."

"Not me," Parker laughed.

"What's wrong, Binky? Don't you remember your first wife, your only true love?"

"Katherine? You bitch! You fucking bitch!"

"From where I stand, he looks like the bitch, wouldn't you agree, JJ?"

"Looks like a bitch to me!" I agreed.

"Take these cuffs off of me!"

"Nope. Sorry. Not yet."

A voice came from the door. "We have what we need." It was Case.

"Who...who are you people?" Truesdale demanded.

Katherine laughed, "They're my friends, you scum-ball. We have some very nice video of your little escapade. I'll bet your business associates will be interested in your prowess, or should I say lack thereof?"

"Get the fuck off my yacht!"

"It's not your yacht anymore, Binky-winky," I mocked in a high-pitched voice. "Now, about those videos..."

"Please don't show them. I'll pay you for them. How much do you want?"

I yelled, "She wants every fucking thing you took from her!"

"There's at least $2 million in cash on board, maybe more. I can get another $10 million by tomorrow."

"That's $2 million we didn't know about," I said.

"What do you mean?"

Katherine laughed, "An associate transferred $138 million from your accounts this morning. You have nothing left. I took it all."

"You fucking bitch! You're dead. You're all dead! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Yes, well. I'd say you have other things to worry about," Katherine laughed.

Case and Parker carried Truesdale topside and dropped him on the dock, still chained and with the dildo still up his ass.

The partygoers, delirious with laughter, nearly drowned out
Gigi's
powerful engines as we departed.

Katherine waved and yelled, "Bye-bye, Binky-winky! Enjoy the party!"

Grant was waiting for us when we docked at a public marina. Katherine would exit the yacht and disappear forever, thanks to Sarah's arrangements.

The team pushed off and set a course for our drop-off point.

Case was already working on the details of our next assignment. If only I had known about the danger that lay ahead.