CHAPTER 3
JASON
The Celestia’s main corridor was strung with lights for the evening.
Couples moved past me in clusters — women in cocktail dresses, men in dinner jackets, everyone laughing, everyone heading somewhere beautiful. A child ran ahead of her parents with a sparkler. A waiter balanced a tray of champagne flutes and wished me a good evening as I passed.
I said nothing back.
Room 546 was on the starboard side of Deck 4, far from the VIP suites, far from everything bright and festive.
The corridor down here was narrower, the lighting dimmer, and the sounds of the party above faded the further I walked until all I could hear was the low, constant hum of the engine somewhere beneath the floor.
The door was unremarkable — the same as every other door on the deck.
On the doorstep sat a carnival mask. Red. Kept neatly, and of course placed deliberately.
I looked at it for a moment.
Then I picked it up, placed it on my face, and opened the door.
The stateroom was dark.
Not the soft dark of evening, but the deliberate dark of blackout curtains pulled tight against a sky that still had light left in it.
The only things visible were shapes and shadows, the faint outline of furniture, and the red blink of a camera mounted high on the far wall, its light pulsing steadily like a small, patient eye.
And the music.
Heavy metal turned up loud enough that I felt it in my sternum — a wall of sound that made the room feel smaller, more airless, more enclosed.
After having fucked Scarlett so many times in the last six months, I knew by now that her favorite music for fucking was heavy metal.
The music that blocked out everything else, that made the outside world feel very far away.
Completely opposite of my favorite, but then, I was here to fulfill her fantasy, not mine.
She was at the far end of the bed, her back to me, balanced on one knee on the mattress.
She was wearing a black lace nightgown that fell to the top of her thigh, sheer enough to be almost nothing.
She was applying oil to her bare leg in slow, deliberate strokes, her dark hair falling straight and black over one shoulder.
She didn’t turn around.
Her phone was on the bed beside her. As I stepped inside, she reached for it.
A second later, my phone vibrated in my jacket pocket.
I read the message without taking the phone all the way out.
Grab me from behind. Place your hand over my mouth. Take the red handkerchief by the closet and gag me with it. Tie me up with the ropes from the closet. Pick me up and throw me on the bed. Be vicious. Be bad. The rest is up to you. It has to be rough and hard. Don’t hold back.
I put the phone away.
I crossed the room without making a sound, the music covering everything, and grabbed both her wrists in one hand from behind. My other hand came up and covered her mouth.
She reacted immediately — twisting, struggling, trying to wrench herself free with everything she had.
For a moment the only sounds were her muffled attempts to scream, the creak of the mattress, and the relentless bass of the music.
I pressed my hand harder against her mouth and felt her teeth against my palm.
She bucked and writhed and threw her weight sideways, and I held on.
I reminded myself: Role. Stay in the role.
The red handkerchief was exactly where the message said it would be, folded over the closet handle. I grabbed it, worked it between her teeth, and knotted it behind her head before she could get her scream out. Then I turned her around.
Her mascara was already tracking dark lines down her cheeks from the exertion. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes — wide, bright, utterly in the scene — watched me with an expression that, on anyone else, I might have read as genuine terror.
I pinned her against the wall.
Stay in the role.
“Stay the fuck still, you little slut.” My voice came out low, controlled, barely audible beneath the music.
I looked her over — the thin nightgown, the oil gleaming on her leg, the rope coiled by the closet. “You’ve asked for this by leaving the door unlocked.”
She gagged a little as if trying to say something, maybe pleading with me to let her go.
I pinned her harder against the wall. She shivered as I looked at her from top to bottom with a twisted lust in my eyes.
“Now, let’s see what we’ve got here. Such a short, slutty nightgown, when you were all alone in this dark room.
What did you think would happen to you? You’ve asked for this, you little bitch. ”
I opened up the coil of rope, jerked both her hands forward, and tied up her hands tight with the rope. She yanked against the bindings as soon as they were done, testing the knot, her breathing coming in rapid bursts through her nose.
She squirmed and wiggled, but I quickly kept her pinned to the wall again. “Stay the fuck quiet, or I’ll do worse things to you than you can imagine. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
In some part of my mind, I wondered how Scarlett was able to have such an intense, natural reaction.
How could she be in this role and willfully be in complete mercy of her tormentor, and still get so much pleasure from it?
I wondered just how dark her sexual fantasies were.
But it was my role to fulfill them. And tonight I was the masked intruder, here to force her to submit to me.
I took off the red handkerchief from her mouth and she gulped in some air. “You’re coming with me, slut”, I said and I picked her up on my shoulders. I took more rope from the closet, and walked over to the bed, and slammed her on it as if she weighed nothing.
She bounced once, her hair falling across her face, and immediately scrambled to the far corner of the mattress on her knees. She was shivering. Her skimpy nightgown had moved all the way up to her crotch, and I could see her black thongs.
The camera’s red light blinked at me steadily from the wall.
For one moment — one moment only — Camila’s face appeared in my mind. The ivory dress. The lipstick. The way she’d leaned toward her reflection.
I pushed it away. I had to push it away. Thinking about Camila in this room was the one thing I absolutely could not afford to do.
“What are you going to do to me?” Scarlett asked from the corner of the bed.
I looked into her eyes. “I’m going to treat you like the slutty bitch that you are.
” And then I smiled at her. “I’m going to take you, and I’m going to punish those tits of yours like they’ve never been punished before.
And when I’m done with you, I’ll leave you here, whimpering like a fucked-up slut. ”
I hauled her arms to the headrest of the bed, and when she tried to resist, I grabbed her ankles and pushed her backwards with so much force that she looked genuinely terrified.
I remember our safe word- “ketchup”. I had to remind myself that if she felt genuinely unsafe and didn’t want this, she would have used the safe word already.
I got back into my role. I tied her hands to the headrest. She yanked hard at her hands and tried to free herself.
I grabbed her hair. She made a sound that was half-wince, half something else entirely. The camera blinked in the dark. The music pounded against the walls. I pulled her by her hair and brought her face extremely close to mine. “Stay the fuck still, or you’ll regret it. Do you understand?”
She nodded, a stream of drool flowing down from the corner of her mouth.
Thrown upon the bed, tied up, half naked and completely helpless, she looked so innocent, so terrified, yet desiring every single thing that was happening to her.
I yanked her closer to my face and whispered loudly in her ears, “Here, you’re mine.
And until I’m done with you, no one can come save you. ”
“Fuck you.” she said.
I grabbed her hair again and yanked it harder. She let out a small scream.
“You bitch, in case you forgot, I’m here to fuck YOU.”
From the side of my eyes, I saw the time on the digital clock on the side table. Camila’s innocent face came floating out at me again. The way she looked when I handed her the freesias. Right now, she must be waiting for me to come back from my walk and take her to dinner.
The thought drove something sharp and cold through my chest.
I used it. I used the shame of it, channeled the self-disgust into the scene the way Scarlett required — rough, relentless, and all-consuming.
“I’m going to shout, and when I shout, the entire staff of this cruise is going to be here.” Scarlett teased me with the threat and brought me back to my role. She wanted me to react. Vicious, she had said.
I pulled down the straps of her skimpy nightgown in one stroke, and slapped her tits so hard, she cried out.
I kept slapping her tits, again and again, harder and harder, until they were pink, and her nipples looked raw from the pain.
All the time, her eyes were dug on me, silently asking for more.
She whimpered and moaned with each slap, but I knew she was enjoying this twisted sex game which was her own fantasy.
I hitched up the rest of her nightgown, and tore away her thongs. Her pussy was now bare for me. I plunged two fingers in and felt how wet she was. I smiled. “You bitch, you want this, don’t you?”
“Don’t you, slut?”
She shivered and nodded.
“Then say it.” I said. “Say you’re a horny little cunt who wants my big cock inside of her.”
She whimpered, staying exactly in her role. “I’m a…horny little cunt who wants your…big cock inside of her.”
I smiled. “You’ll get this big cock, you dirty whore, but from wherever I feel like putting it in.”
I added another finger inside her and she moaned. I kept playing with her cunt, and her breaths quickened as my fingering fastened. I pumped Scarlett’s cunt faster, until she was panting and completely wet. Her cunt squelched more and more as I kept fingering her.
“You whore” I said, and pulled out the fingers from her cunt and shoved them right into her mouth.
She knew what to do as if by instinct. She started licking and sucking on all three of my fingers.
Streams of drool oozed out from the corner of her mouth as she sucked, and she seemed to be in a different universe, completely oblivious even to my presence.
I unzipped my pants and took out my hard cock. She looked at my cock, and got right into her role again. “Please no, please don’t do this.” I smiled, just as I knew I was supposed to. “Fuck you, whore.“ I said.
I pinched her tits again and she cried out.
“I’m going to keep fucking you until you are a miserable mess.
” I said. She wrapped her legs around my waist, as if ready for it, and I shoved my hard cock deep within her as she cried out.
My thrusts were vicious. She kept whimpering with each thrust of mine.
Then just as asked, I decided I had to be “bad”.
I took out my cock, and forcibly turned her around.
She lost her balance and fell on her knees, as her hands were still tied to the headrest. ”Get on your fours. ” I barked.
She got on her fours and I took her from behind. I slapped her ass with a lot of force and kept thrusting into her. She kept wincing in pain with each hard slap, but tried to stay erect on her fours. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying it.
“Fucking whore”, I said and slammed into her again and again from behind.
I kept slamming into her until she cried out.
“Yes, yes yes, oh yes. Hit me, harder. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I kept slapping her red, sore ass and kept pumping her until she shivered, and almost flopped down on her stomach.
I gave her another hard slap on her ass, and she straightened up on her fours again.
I could sense that she was about to come, so I kept going, kept pounding into her until she reached the pinnacle of pleasure and came with a loud moan.
I took my cock out at the right time so I didn’t come inside of her.
To my surprise, she quickly slid her body under me so the cum splattered all over her tits and her waist. Then, as if she was back into her own self, she looked at me.
“Now order me to smear this cum all over myself and order me to fuck myself as you watch.”
I untied her hands from the headrest and squeezed her tits again. “You little cunt, show me how you pleasure yourself.”
She moaned and yelped and smeared my cum all over her tits and her body.
She rubbed the cum as lube over and inside her vagina and fingered herself.
She cried out with pleasure as she saw me watching her.
Her fingers worked faster and faster and her eyes were locked on me.
Her breaths got quicker and quicker until she reached the climax of pleasure, and let out an orgasmic cry.
She looks like a mess, with mascara dripping down her eyes and her red lipstick smeared across her cheeks.
She had my cum smeared all over her body, and still had ropes dangling from her hands.
Her tits were bright pink and her nipples were swollen.
Her ass was red and sore from all the hard slaps she endured.
But she seemed to be in so much pleasure from the experience, she was smiling a blissful smile.
She came down from the orgasm she gave herself, and stared at me.
She wiped drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “That was fun.”
I looked at the clock again. “Are we done?” I asked.
She stretched like a cat, completely satisfied. “For now.”
I pulled my clothes back into order without a word. I took off the mask from my face and threw it on the bed.
I didn’t look at her again.
I opened the door and walked back into the corridor.
I had told Camila I’d be back before she finished her lipstick.
I was already late.