The Twelve Zenati Pt. 12

"Not at all," Marcella came to her feet and pulled off her t-shirt in one fluid motion revealing a version of the upside-down bikini that made her smallish breasts look bigger than they were. Having the underside of the breast exposed and pushed together made her appear to have far more cleavage than otherwise possible, and she smiled at the look on Vinnie's face as she checked the slim strips of material were still held in place.

"Very nice," he complimented her, closing the distance between them.

"Slow down, Speed Racer. The boat first," she admonished him, placing a hand on his chest and warding him off easily as he stopped and groaned, nodding. She could see in his eyes that he was curious about what she wanted from the boat and he was satisfied that she could hide very little in that bikini if the bottom were anything like the top.

"Follow me," he grumbled and lead her back up on deck where he had some snorkelling gear set out for her use.

Marcella rummaged around in her bag ostensibly for her goggles but ensuring her Apple Watch had not been bumped hard enough to stop its recording of their trip. She never wore it; it always sat in a hidden pocket sewn into the lining of her bag as a backup in case she needed it. She purposely kept it separate to every other account she had so it wouldn't be used to trace her, and she hoped that was still the case even though Vivienne had seen her play with it on occasion when she hadn't been able to get reception on her phone. She planned to lead Gideon back here to find the boat and salvage it once she confirmed it was Olivia's boat. Satisfied she was ready, she stood and looked out in the direction Vinnie seemed to be concentrating. She could see a cove with a dozen or so derelict boats, some half submerged, most rotting as they floated on the surface of the clear water.

"Drop zone for illegal imports," Vinnie grunted. "I don't think it's been used since the raids, although the AFP haven't discovered it as yet. There's still a risk someone might give away its location. I had a friend follow the men who took it because you disappeared that night and until I saw you at that big party on the yacht, I thought you were probably dead too," he admitted. "You're not though are you, and I imagine that even though your husband is dead and most of his friend have been arrested, you will survive this as well and come out smelling like fucking roses and money. I intend to cash in on that with you, so trust me, whatever double cross you're contemplating, just know I am ready for it. If you play the game, we can do this, go back to our lives and become friends, friends with benefits, not just the obvious benefits but so much more. The next move, once we have retrieved whatever you need, will be yours, but the consequences for reneging on our deal will far outweigh any benefits you might get," he sneered his final threat.

"Ah, the truth at last," Marcella said with an equal sneer. "I think you and I will become good friends now that we understand each other." She picked up a pair of fins and a snorkel and walked to the side closest to the nautical graveyard. "You coming?"

"Nope, this is your deal, but I'm not going anywhere before I get my payment in full," he said without any remorse.

Marcella deflated slightly. She had no idea which boat was the right one. She knew the name but wasn't sure how to recognise a boat in such disrepair. What if the name wasn't painted on the side any longer?

"How do you know it's definitely my boat out there and not a decoy?" she asked.

"It's the chance you take," he shrugged and handed her a mesh bag with several plastic zip-lock bags inside it. "Go hunt your treasure, I'll wait for you." He chuckled and leered as if he knew she wasn't telling him the whole truth herself. He hadn't touched her though since she had stopped him in the salon and for that she was grateful. It was their deal. He helped her first, then he would get his reward.

Marcella slipped into the water and did a slow breaststroke toward the ghostly boat cemetery and searched her memory for everything she knew about Olivia's boat. If this was a wild goose chase, she would make Vinnie pay, and he would have to know that. Even as Olivia, he would know she had powerful men backing her up and people who would search for her if she disappeared without a trace. With a sick feeling, she realised that the closest boats didn't have any identifying names or tag numbers which had been sandblasted off their hulls. She began to think Vinnie had done this purposefully to catch her in her lie. She would never recognise Olivia's boat on her own. At least she had the coordinates for this boat graveyard and could send the Zenati to investigate, so maybe it wasn't a complete waste of time. She was about to turn back when she saw it, the one thing that set Olivia's boat apart from all the other wrecks here.

Not able to believe her eyes had caught it, she reached up and ran her hand over the discoloured wood of the hull of a boat sitting low in the water as if it had a minuscule leak that was slowly winning its war against the design that kept it afloat. She smiled at the Gambaro family crest that had been burnt deeply into the wood so long ago but still showed its dark outline despite the lack of paint and decoration. Hauling herself out of the water and onto the deck, she looked around and quickly entered the cabin. She didn't want to spend any longer than necessary on board.

Olivia had been specific about what she would like from the boat if it was ever found. They were things she had asked Remington for before he had come back to her and told her that the boat was gone. None of the things she wanted were there though, and she picked through the ransacked cabin looking for the one thing she thought might be there, something that would have held no value to anyone but Olivia.

Marcella began gathering a few small items that had no value just so that Vinnie wouldn't question her too much when she got back to his boat and if he did, she could explain away some sentimentality for the items. She finally found the turtle statue she had been looking for; it was smaller than she had thought it would be and she hoped it was the right one but wanted to get out the awful place. She shouldered the mesh bag, deciding she couldn't stand being on the boat a moment longer. She put the fins back on and made her way back to the speedboat where Vinnie was thankfully still waiting for her.

Surprisingly Vinnie helped her up on deck and helped her sit before moving to the helm and starting the engine. He said nothing as he powered the boat away from where they had been and set a course back the way they had come. Marcella grabbed a towel and stretched out on the deck enjoying the afternoon sun warming her body after the cold spooky feeling of the boat and the water surrounding the boat graveyard.

The engine stopped again, and Marcella roused herself from the light doze she had fallen into to look around. They had anchored close to a small sandbar, and she looked up at Vinnie quizzically. He smiled slowly as he walked toward her kicking off his shoes, pants and finally his shirt standing only in his swim trunks. He reached for her nipples, poking prominently through the bikini top, but once again Marcella playfully slapped his hands away as she stood up and looked into his eyes.

"Slow down, Speed Racer! I've got plans for you, and they don't involve a day's worth of sweat and fumes from the engine, nor me covered in stagnant sea water. Be thankful I decided to wait for you to do this," she grinned as he looked momentarily confused.

"What?" he growled.

"You..." Marcella paused dramatically while running a delicate finger down his chest to his groin and along the length of his thickening erection. "You're not going to put this inside me until we're both ready for it."

"But I thought you said..." Vinnie's expression was hilarious, and Marcella stifled a smile. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he struggled to reign in his temper enough to form cohesive thoughts. She was still teasing him but also denying him, and it seemed that he couldn't quite make sense of the situation through the desire that fogged his brain which amused Marcella.

Marcella could see that he was considering if forcing her was the only way he would get his reward but her hand wrapped around his cock and she moved close enough to brush her breasts against his chest and whisper breathily in his ear.

"Oh, don't worry, Captain. I have something special planned for you... us. I know how helpful you've been to me, and I decided to give you an even bigger reward than I promised." She leaned back and stepped away from him. "Now, lose the trunks and follow me. No more talking," she instructed authoritatively and smirked as he followed obediently, discarding the trunks as they went downstairs and entered the cabin. Standing in the middle of the room naked, he watched her strip off her clothes while she padded into the tiny bathroom. She turned on the shower and pulled him in behind her. He moaned appreciatively as the warm water hit his sun-kissed skin.

Marcella grabbed a loofa and the body wash and proceeded to generously lather and scrub his arms and chest. He closed his eyes as she vigorously scrubbed his torso. She kneeled before him knowing how erotic this would look to him and gave the same treatment to each leg, studiously avoiding his bobbing erection.

"Turn around so I can do your back, Captain." She instructed briskly, all business-like and was pleased when Vinnie turned, lowering his head down under the spray and resting his palms against the cool tiles. Her soapy hands worked on his shoulders and back before applying the loofah again. He groaned as she rubbed soap into the skin on his ass spending quite a lot of time ensuring every part of it was clean.

"You have a very nice ass," she purred deeply, a moment before delivering a loud popping smack to each cheek and grinning as he jumped in surprise and let out a yelp. He stayed still though as she moved forward brushing her hard nipples against the tops of his cheeks and lower back, her breath hot on his wet skin, and she purred loudly and appreciatively at him. Then she ran a soapy finger down his ass crack letting it delve in to lightly massage his anus. "I knew you'd be a freak in bed, Captain. We're going to have so much fun together," she purred with promise, feeling him shiver under her seduction.

Marcella was satisfied that she was in control of this interlude and was determined to make good on her promise because he obviously knew a lot more about the Suebi and what had happened to both Remington and Olivia, information she wanted. Marcella shut the shower off abruptly and grabbed a towel throwing it over Vinnie's shoulder, noticing he was breathing harder than she had thought at first. Oh yes, she was most definitely going to have fun with this one. He was about to know what it felt like to be used like he usually used the women he coerced into bed. Vinnie was not going to know what had hit him by the time she was done.

Vinnie dried himself off while she did the same, putting on a show for him as she did so. When they were dry Marcella led him back into the bedroom. She gently pushed him onto the bed, and she straddled his hips while gently grinding her crotch against his raging erection.

"You seem all excited, Captain. I need you to calm down and relax," Marcella purred with a smile that was sultry and sexy as she picked up a bottle of scented massage oil she had found amongst the perverted treasure trove of toys he had stashed in this cabin. "I want you to close your eyes and let me take care of you, OK? Trust me, you won't regret it."

"Yes ma'am," Vinnie chuckled obviously enjoying her little game and no longer worried that she would renege on their little deal.

The room quickly filled with the oil's intoxicating scent as she poured it onto his chest. Marcella could see Vinnie get lost in the sea of sensation as she massaged his shoulders and arms. When she reached his chest, she pinched and pulled his nipples as he struggled not to squirm. His moans were almost continuous, and she felt his erection throb against the moist folds of her pussy. She moved lower, caressing his belly and hips. Again, she avoided his throbbing, leaking cock as she massaged his thighs, legs and feet, knowing she was driving him crazy by avoiding the centre of his being at that moment.

Marcella waited until Vinnie was so relaxed his breathing had deepened rather than coming in hard bursts and took him totally unaware when her oil-slick hand reached up to cup his balls as her lips kissed the tip of his cock. She parted her lips rolling her tongue around him gently, slowly taking the head into her mouth. It had been months since she had sex, and despite the reasons, she was here with this man and was determined to have some fun just as she had told him.

"Oh fuck!" Vinnie exclaimed as his hips bucked from the bed into her mouth involuntarily. Marcella quickly removed her lips from the now glistening head of his cock as she stroked his shaft and massaged his balls respectively with each of her oily hands.

"Naughty, naughty, Captain!" She scolded him in a mocking tone. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. If you don't, I'm going to have to tie you down and spank you!" She wagged a shiny finger at him in admonition as she continued to firmly stroke his cock with her left hand.

"Yes, Ma'am." Vinnie breathed through clenched teeth as if contemplating whether being spanked by this woman would be a bad thing or not.

"Unless of course, you want to be spanked!" She purred seductively and winked at him before running her tongue over her lips while she returned her right hand to his balls.

Vinnie relaxed again, enjoying the sensations as Marcella continued with her sensual hand job. The fingers of her right hand slowly drifting down his perineum, causing Vinnie to part his thighs almost involuntarily. He gave a low guttural moan, and for the second time that night her fingertip probed his anus.

"Should I keep going, Captain? Do you want this?" She asked, purring deeply close to his ear before sitting back up and pouring more oil on her fingers before slowly circling the tip of her index finger around the tight ring of his anus. "Show me how much of a freak you truly are, open for me," she commanded. Despite the taboo most men felt at having their ass played with, Vinnie bent his knees and let his thighs fall open leaving himself vulnerable to her probing fingers, surprising her for the first time. "Yes, Captain, you enjoy that don't you! I think I found your G-spot!" Marcella grinned as she watched him blush furiously.

Vinnie didn't speak. Instead, he hooked his hands behind his thighs and pulled his knees to his chest. Their eyes locked as Marcella slowly sank her finger into his rectum. He moaned again as she found his prostate. His cock jumped and leaked a steady stream of precum. Marcella watched with lascivious fascination as she pumped her finger in and out of the dark star of his ass. She poured more oil onto her fingers, and his perineum then added a second finger and pushed at the still tight orifice. She delighted at the expression on Vinnie's face, stuffing a third finger into his rectal cavity. He threw his head back, his eyes closed and he began hyperventilating. A sheen of perspiration covered his face and torso.

Marcella continued to slowly finger fuck Vinnie's ass, sensing that a faster pace would push him over the edge. This was supposed to be a humiliation to ensure her position of dominance over him. Instead, she had found his kink, and he was putty in her hands. She knew she needed to push him further than she had first thought to gain that position, the one that would free her from any hold he sought to have over her and she considered him as he writhed below her, slowing her movements. She wasn't nearly done with him yet; he would be her slave by the time she finished if that was what was needed here! She smiled down at him as his eyes snapped open, and he moaned in protest when Marcella withdrew her fingers leaving him empty.

"Sorry Captain, but I can't let you cum just yet." She purred and winked, "I am not even close to finished playing with you, but I am more than happy that you really got off on me playing with your tight little hole!" Vinnie blushed brightly and lunged for her with a grabbing motion which she easily evaded.

"You silly man!" She leaned forward, held his hands down on his thighs, barely brushing against his cock and kissed him, letting her tongue roll around his. "Let's not rush the fun, especially now that I know what a kinky bastard you are. I bet you wanted me to tie you down and spank you, didn't you? I will have to think of a more diabolical punishment for you when you make me unhappy," she laughed teasingly and kissed him again, immersing herself even further into the scene. "Now, roll over. I haven't oiled your back."

"I was hoping for something more than a massage by now..." Vinnie grumbled looking at her and not moving to do as she asked.

"Did you forget what I said, Speed Racer?" She squeezed his slightly less erect cock and placed a finger gently on his lips. "I'm not even close to being done with you. You just need to lie back, relax and enjoy me taking care of you!" She almost laughed as Vinnie failed to hide his disappointment at her words. "Don't be in such a hurry, I promise you will enjoy each and every little thing I have planned for you. Just trust me for a little longer, okay?" She held his gaze until he gave in and turned onto his belly, his arms stretching above his head, his feet spread enough to widen his thighs slightly. "Good boy!" She murmured as she kneeled beside him on the bed. She playfully smacked him on the ass, eliciting a low moan from him.

"That slutty little wet patch between your legs better be worth the wait," he grumbled, trying to take back some of the control he had lost as she manipulated his desires.

"Oh, it will be, trust me on that. Now, don't move a muscle, I'll be right back," she purred and got off the bed moving to one of the draws holding all of Vinnie's toys and devices. He'd relaxed again, she noticed as she crawled back over him, dragging her nipples up his back erotically before lowering her lips to kiss his neck and nibble at his ear. "You seemed to like the idea of being tied up and spanked, so I think we should do that don't you?" she felt his body go rigid and she purred. "We both know you want me to, why fight it?" she asked slipping a soft restraint over his wrist and tightening it as he watched her warily as if about to refuse what she was doing but enjoying her lips and hands tease his body at the same time as he was being restrained.

"You know I've hidden the keys you can't take this boat anywhere without me, and you have no way to call for help. I've disabled the radio," he warned her that any attempt to tie him up and not fulfil her side of the bargain would get her nowhere.

"I'm not going anywhere. I am having far too much fun with you, Captain," she laughed lightly as she finished restraining his other wrist. "Relax," Marcella cooed soothingly, stroking his back as she dragged her breasts against him again. "I'm just making sure you understand who's in charge, right now. You like that I've taken the lead don't you, Captain," She stroked his back with the tops of her fingers and brushed her nipples against him as her hot breath followed her body down his back, making goose bumps appear on his skin.

"I really don't see why the restraints are necessary..." he grumbled before she slapped his ass hard, admonishing him for complaining. He groaned and looked like he would grumble again, but she stopped him quickly.