Title: The Arrangement
Fandom: Out to Sea
Summary: Mary Sue gets more than she bargained for when she goes snooping in Gil's room.
By SassyInkPen (12/3/2001)
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard about it, it’s practically legend,” said the young maid, laughing.
Mary eyed her critically, “What color tux is he wearing? Is it really that great?”
“Absolutely. The photo’s in black and white, so we’ll never know for sure but I’m willing to bet it’s baby blue.”
They both snickered nastily.
Mary had worked her way up through the ranks of several cruise ships until she had been appointed Head of Concierge Services aboard the MS Westerdam. She’d been there nearly a year and loved her job. She had several friends and genuinely enjoyed what she did. The only possible down side was a pompous little prick named Gil Godwyn, the ship’s Cruise Director.
Godwyn was arrogant and officious and bossed everyone around whether he had a right to or not. But, Mary discovered, he was also delightfully fun to torment, and she took every opportunity to score one off him. He, in turn, did likewise to her and so, they were constantly feuding. She had to admit he had a knack for insults. In fact, part of the fun was getting him pissed off enough to swear in that crisp British accent.
“I’ve got to get that photo,” Mary said decisively.
“What?” sputtered the maid, “What would you do with it?”
“I want to set it up on the Concierge Desk in the lobby. Maybe put a little vase of flowers next to it or something, make it real special. Then we’ll see how long it takes him to notice it.” She grinned wickedly, “Besides, don’t you think something like that deserves to be shared with the whole staff. The maids shouldn’t get to have all the fun.”
The maid laughed heartily, “That would be hysterical.”
“Then it’s settled,” grinned Mary. “He’ll be performing tonight. I can slip into his room and swipe it then.”
“I’ll give you one of my uniforms to wear so you’ll look inconspicuous. This will be fun,” giggled the maid, and she hustled off. She returned several minutes later with one of the crisp black dresses the maids wore.
Later that evening, after Mary had changed into the uniform, she hurried down the richly carpeted hall of the upper deck where the nicer quarters were located. She was running later than she’d planned. She stopped outside Godwyn’s door and fumbled for her master key, finally stuffing it in the lock.
When she got inside, Mary spotted the photo right away. He kept it on his bedside table for god’s sake. She picked it up and looked at it. There he stood in front of the Star Search logo shaking hands with Ed. The little freak was wearing a satin trimmed tux (probably was blue, she thought) and smiling hammily for the camera. How old was this anyway? Frighteningly, he looked exactly the same then as he did now, lending credence to her pet theory that he wasn’t quite human. Good looking, she had to admit, but not human.
She tucked it into the folds of the towels she’d brought to conceal it. She made to leave, but then a thought struck her. Since she was here anyway... maybe she could find something else to use against him. She grinned smugly.
She set down the towels and started with the little side table that held a lamp and the phone. She pulled open the first of two small drawers, nothing but note pads and pens. The second drawer was more promising. It contained a stack of personal papers; receipts, pay stubs and other such things. She rifled through it but didn’t find anything really useful.
She had just turned back to the bedside table and slid the drawer out, when the door swung open and Godwyn strode into the room, pushing it shut behind him.
He slipped off his tux jacket and went to toss it on a chair, but stopped up short when he saw her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Mary stood up and hastily turned her back to the open drawer, attempting to push it closed with her backside while trying to appear nonchalant.
“Gil,” she said sweetly, “I’m just filling in for a sick maid. I thought you might need some clean towels.”
He crossed his arms and smirked, “Surely, you don’t expect me to believe that.”
She held up the stack of towels hopefully, but the photo slid out and clattered on the table.
Gil snatched it up. “Well, well, well..” he sneered smugly, polishing the glass with his sleeve. “Breaking and entering, theft. Hmmmm.. I’m reasonably sure this is against ship’s regulations, but,” he walked over to the side table and set the photo up, “I’ll just check with security to be sure.” He reached for the phone.
Mary rushed forward. “Gil…” she flashed a smile she hoped was ingratiating, “be reasonable, it’s just a harmless prank. I was going to give it back.”
“Tell it to security.”
“Oh, come on,” she studied him a moment. He had a decent body, was pretty good looking – she made a split-second decision. Stepping closer to bridge the gap between them, she said, “Surely, we can handle this ourselves.” She ran the tip of her finger down the front of his shirt and hooked it behind his belt buckle.
“You must be joking,” he spat, slapping her hand away, hard.
Mary gasped and held her stinging arm. She stared up at him, shocked. He was glaring at her, lip curled and eyes glinting. Damn, she thought, he looks hot. She mentally shook herself, but couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Then he was looking at her differently. First, quizzically, then amused. He sucked air in through his teeth and hissed, “You liked that, didn’t you?” His hand shot out and he grabbed her hair, wrenching her head backwards as he loomed over her, “Didn’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she said meekly. What the hell, she’d play along. The masculine power he was emanating was wildly arousing. She could save her job and have fun at the same time.
“On your knees,” he said darkly, hauling her downward by her hair. She sank to her knees in front of him. She was now eye level with a rather impressive bulge in his pants.
She pressed a hand to it, caressing him, and leaned forward to kiss it, but got a slap across the face.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?”
She shook her head.
“I can’t hear you,” he chided.
“That’s better. Put your hands behind your back and don’t you dare to move them until I say otherwise. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She clasped her hands behind her back and suppressed a smile. She was thoroughly enjoying this. Gil Godwyn...who’d have thought she’d get turned on by him.
He ran a finger along her lip and she opened her mouth slightly, letting him slip it in. He rubbed it along her tongue and allowed her to suck it before pulling back and replacing it with two fingers. He forced them slowly into her mouth until she felt his knuckles pressing against her cheek. She managed to keep from gagging as she sucked on them.
“Very, very, good,” he purred, removing his hand from her mouth. “I think we can come to some kind of agreement after all. Stand up.”
She got to her feet, hands firmly locked behind her.
“All right,” he began in clipped tones, as he yanked off his bow tie and wrapped it twice around her neck, knotting it securely in back, “This will have to do in place of a proper collar.”
He poured himself a drink and sipped it as he spoke. “You will belong to me for the duration of this cruise-“
“The whole week?” she blurted out, forgetting her role. He slapped her and continued, pacing.
“When you are wearing your collar, you are under my complete control,” he locked eyes with her, meaningfully. “You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question, and when you do, you will call me Sir.” He stopped next to the side table and rested his hand pointedly close to the phone, “Do you agree?”
She swallowed hard, “Yes, Sir.” One week...then he was fair game again.
“Brilliant,” he said, leering at her.
He came back to stand in front of her, wearing that smug expression that made people want to hit him. “First things first. We have the little matter of you breaking into my room, searching through my personal belongings and attempting to steal my private property. For that, you shall be punished.” He pointed to the table, “Bend over.”
Mary walked to the edge of it and had just started to lean over when he planted his hand on her back and pushed her face down on the table, kicking her feet apart so her legs were spread slightly.
He pulled up the hem of her uniform and pressed it into her hands, “Hold that.” Then he yanked her panties to her knees. Mary was deeply aroused and horribly appalled at the same time.
He caressed her exposed ass for a few seconds, then hauled back and smacked her. He smacked her several more times, each blow stinging more than the last. He stopped for a moment and sneered, “You have no idea how gratifying this is.”
He continued spanking her, ten or eleven blows this time, before pausing to grind his stiff bulge against her backside. “Oh, yes,” he groaned loudly, as he dug his fingers into her hips for more leverage.
He stepped back and Mary could feel his hand move between her legs before he unceremoniously shoved three fingers inside her, forcing them as far as they would go. She was very wet and they slid in easily, causing her to moan in spite of herself.
Gil snorted, “I always knew you were a little tart.”
He went back to spanking her, not letting up until she was writhing on the table.
Finally, he stopped. He walked around the table to face her. Her eyes were level with his groin again.
“Now,” he said, his hands closing over his belt buckle and slowly undoing it, “I’m going to make sure you know exactly who’s boss here.” He pulled the belt out of it’s loops and folded it in half, grasping it firmly in one hand. He held it in front of her face and said, “Just three lashes, to make my point, but don’t think I’ll go easy on you.”
He thrust the belt up against her lips and she got the idea that she should kiss it. She also risked a light kiss on the back of his hand. He slapped her with the other hand.
He moved back around behind her. She trembled with anticipation of the first blow, but he took his time. Then out of nowhere came a mean swish and the crack of leather on her backside. It burned and she gasped for air. He certainly wasn’t going easy on her. In fact, it felt like he was putting most of his weight behind it.
Another swish and a crack. This time tears sprang to her eyes as the pain intensified. She was panting heavily, praying for and dreading the final blow. She didn’t have to wait long.
This time he put all his weight into it, grunting as he swung. The belt hit her like fire and she cried out, tears streaming down her face.
Then he grabbed her arms and yanked her into a standing position. He pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket and dried her face. He smirked at her. “I certainly hope you learned your lesson,” he said, grinning wickedly.
He looked down at her feet where her panties were pooled around her shoes and back up to her face disapprovingly. Mary was confused for a second, and then it dawned on her. She kicked off her shoes and stepped free of everything, shoving it aside with a bare foot.
“That’s a good girl,” he said smugly, curling his lip in that hot little way. He shoved her on the bed, ordering, “On your back.”
She turned over on her back, pinning her still-clasped hands underneath her as Gil knelt between her legs. She lay there panting as he slowly peeled open his pants and freed his erection, angling his hips so that it jutted outward, menacingly.
He stared at her while he stroked her thigh, “Do you know what I’m going to do now?”
Mary meekly arched a questioning eyebrow at him.
He narrowed his eyes and said thickly, “I’m going to claim what’s mine.” And with that, he shoved his cock into her, thrusting as hard as he could. She gasped and whimpered slightly.
He grabbed her by the chin and remained motionless as she squirmed against him, “Let me hear you say it,” he spat.
She stared at him blankly, confused.
He spoke to her in a tone reserved for small children, “Who do you belong to?” He thrust into her again, punctuating the question.
“You, sir,” she breathed.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“I belong to you, Sir, I’m all yours.” I will tell you anything, just please fuck me now.
“Yesss… you are,” he hissed, and began fucking her furiously.
Mary moaned out loud and writhed beneath him. It took only a few minutes for her to come. Gil, who’d been watching her, came immediately after.
They lay there for several minutes, catching their breath. Then Gil stood up and buttoned his pants. He pulled her off the bed, and when she was standing, he removed his tie from her neck and said, “Get dressed.”
That only involved pulling on her panties and slipping back into her shoes. She also straightened out her uniform and smoothed it as much as possible.
He led her over to the door and opened it, “It’s going to be a glorious week.” He grinned wickedly, “Dismissed.”
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