When they boarded the ship, the group was met by the Prince.
“Thank you for having us Your Highness,” Mikayla said as she leaned in and kissed the Prince on his cheek.
“Please my Liebling, it’s my pleasure.”
“Everyone, this is His Royal Highness, Prince Dominik Wägeli of Lichtenstein.” Turning to the Prince, Mikayla continued. “Your Highness, you already know my brother Braden and his best friend, Nick.”
“Of course,” the Prince said. “It’s good to see you again.”
“This is his date Jemma,” Mikayla continued. “And this is her friend Candice.”
The Prince bent down and kissed Jemma’s hand and then turned towards Candice, who smiled up at him.
“Please, call me Candy.”
The Prince looked directly into Candy’s eyes, seeming to be unable to turn away from her, until finally he lifted her hand, like he had with Jemma, and kissed it. Then whispered, “Mein Schatz.”
Candice blushed under the Prince’s intense scrutiny, but she didn’t pull away.
“Alright,” Nick said, “Do you have a place we can put our things, Your Highness?”
“Please, call me Dominik. There is no need to be so formal when it’s just us.”
The Prince called over a few men in uniform who were standing off in the distance. “Please show our guests where they can store their belongings.” Turning to Mikayla, the Prince continued. “When you are ready, let’s meet in the bar on the upper deck.”
“That sounds wonderful. I’ll see you soon,” she said with a wink, then headed off to her room to get settled in.
By the time Braden and Jemma made it to the bar everyone was already there.
“Can I get you a drink?” The Prince asked Braden and Jemma as they took a seat.
“You know, I’ve had a lot to drink lately. I think since we’ll be family free for the rest of the day, I’ll just have a bottle of water,” Jemma said.
Candy giggled. “That’s just more for me.”
“It’s a beautiful day, why don’t we throw on our swimsuits and relax out by the pool?” Mikayla suggested.
Jemma loved the idea. She wanted to do anything that would mean avoiding alone time with Braden.
She was determined to spend as much time as she could with the group during her day aboard the ship. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she also knew it was the only way she could keep her sanity. Like it or not, she had started to fall for Braden, so now she had to try and avoid him to keep her emotions in check.
It wasn’t easy to avoid alone time with Braden, but Jemma did her best to make sure their day was spent around everyone.
But Braden didn’t make it easy on Jemma. He did his best to get her alone several times throughout the day. Finally, Braden cornered her at the bar.
“What’s going on with you today?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean Jemma. You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“You’re being ridiculous Braden. We’ve spent the entire day together.”
Braden held Jemma in his arms. “We haven’t had a minute alone.”
She was trapped, close to him, her hips squared to his. She tried to pull away when her hand accidentally graced his groin.
He was hard and for some reason just knowing that he wanted her, made her want him too.
“You know,” she said seductively. “I think the viewing lounge is empty. Maybe we should go check it out.”
Braden discreetly led Jemma to the semi-submerged viewing lounge, a room below the waterline, that allows you to look out onto the ocean, while being both above and into the water at the same time.
The door was barely closed behind them when Braden bent Jemma over one of the tables.
“I think it's time I spanked the naughtiness out of you,” Braden teased.
He pulled her panties down, leaving her bare ass exposed. Jemma looked over her shoulder as he stroked the firm flesh of her ass cheek.
The little purr she made in her throat made the fire in his groin burn.
He reached down between her legs and began to her pussy, spreading her juices around with his fingers. He pinched her clit, forcing her to cry out.
He took his hand from her pussy and stuck his fingers in her mouth, forcing Jemma to taste herself. She grabbed his hand, holding his fingers in her mouth as she slowly licked each one clean.
That was all it took to push Braden over the edge. The next thing Jemma knew both of their clothes were off and he had her on one of the couches in the room.
He lowered himself on top of her, and she moaned when his erect penis pushed against her opening.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he pushed all the way inside of her.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, and he did just that, slowly withdrawing, then just as slowly pushing back inside of her. Her slick channel accepted him with ease.
She gripped his shoulders and thrust up against him, demanding more from him.
Her fingernails dug into his back. He groaned then increased his pace, his hips moving with sensual precision.
She arched into him, rocking her hips upward as she took him as deep as she could. She was so close to the edge.
He pushed in harder and felt her orgasm take control of her. He pulled out, then pushed back in. As she clenched tightly around his cock, he lost it completely and hammered into her.
A guttural scream ripped out of her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, her body arching and her inner muscles closed down on him with primitive need.
Braden drove into her wildly, before he thrust inside of her one final time, is body shuddering with the force of his own orgasm, his cock throbbing deep inside of her.
Afterward, he collapsed over her, their sticky, sweaty skin pressed together as they lay alone in the luxurious room.
Jemma was happy to be in his arms, but at the same time, she realized just how easily she surrendered to him and the power he had over her. She wasn’t as in control of her emotions as she thought she was.
