The Forbidden Zone Ch. 02

Finally we achieved both objectives but it was only arrived at by a complete state of embarrassment for the two of us.

She went one way and I went the other.

Neither of us looked back to see the man, we had just been splayed across like two wanton vixens, as he sat up only to glance back and forth at each of our retreating forms as if he couldn't decide which was the better view.

Feeling like I was dying from embarrassment inside I was suddenly almost knocked off my feet as with a shrieking groan the whole ship ponderously swayed about as the emergency anchor found purchase in the rocks below.

We were only a couple hundred yards off the beach now.

Our actions had no doubt just saved the lives of many, but all I could see in the moment was the way his eyes had registered some intensely masculine awe at the view of my chest so ebulliently displayed for his almost complete view of.

I knew I was attractive, maybe even as good-looking as the Pakistani girl, but before today I had never felt as attractive as I did right now.

The clear and unguiled look of passion upon his face told me that he found me beautiful, even as the possessive grip on my ass by him had confirmed it.

Feeling ten shades of red I leaned back against a wall and watched from a safe distance as the man became the one in charge of the moment and started sorting out exactly who on board could swim and who couldn't.

I listened and watched as he became oddly more considerate of a person than I had at first given him credence for being able to be. Within minutes he had started various groups onto the process of making makeshift rafts out of what there was to work with on board.

The boys were quicker to respond to his bidding as if sensing a superior male force in him that should be heeded. The girls in general though just stood about seemingly clueless as to what to do in the moment despite the instructions that he was giving.

Growing irritated with what I saw of my own sex drove me away from the wall and towards him so that I could offer my own help.

Did they not comprehend the fact that he was trying to save their lives?

Maybe they did and were just suddenly mesmerized by him as I was on some deep level. As I drew close though I saw that I had been wrong.

At some point the two tight shirt had ripped at the shoulder and now the marks were once again visible. They weren't looking at him with desire, but rather fear.

He said nothing except to generally assist those who were cooperating, but anger was there thinly veiled beneath the surface of his skin in such a tangible way that it felt like an earthquake was about to break forth at any moment.

It was so unfair!

Ashamedly, I confessed my own part in it for I had been just like them not long before.

The man clearly had a story and yet everyone had already judged him, even me, but I at least had retracted my judgment.

I couldn't exactly say how I felt about him now, but in-sanely I admitted to myself that I wanted to see that look again in his eyes when he gazed at me.

Lots of boys on board had given me the eye over and even made advances over the last week but he was different from them. He was a man in a way that they had a long way to go yet in order to ever equal and that was if they ever could at that.

Astonished by my own thoughts I steadily allowed myself to admit that I wanted this stranger from the dungeon, with an untold story, to want me in return.

Surely I had gone crazy, but in reality staying close to him right now was the only security that I had.

I bumped into someone close by and I realized that it was the Pakistani girl. We both blushed and turned away from each other.

Did she feel the same way about the man?

Was he her best choice at securing personal survival as well?

Well, if she was, she had best get over it because in this uncertain world of nothing working out for the good I was going to do my level best to make sure that I claimed the last little bit of security that there was to be had for myself and in doing so there was going to be no room left over for her!