Sealed with a Kiss

Chapter 5

"But what about the show?" Ellie murmured.

"f**k the show. Now, get on the f*****g bed."

Ellie didn't like this version of her fiancé. He didn't come out very often, just when he was stressed and had been drinking. This Liam was a little too rough; a little too demanding.

He grabbed her arm and shoved her onto the bed, then mounted her from behind.

"Hang on! I'm not ready!" Ellie protested. "At least warm me up a little bit, you horn dog!"

Liam's ignored her. His breath was hot on her neck; smoke and whiskey wafted into her nostrils as he unzipped his fly. She felt him try to jam his semi-flaccid d**k into her.

"Damn it..." He muttered, fumbling with his equipment.

He reached around and fondled her breast while pressing into her. Finally, when he was hard enough, he thrust inside.

"Ow!" Ellie wasn't a fan of his drunken demands on her, but they were infrequent enough that she just let him fulfill his need so they could move on with the rest of their night. Times like this were about his natural impulses and not her pleasure.

"That's it...take that c**k!" Liam grunted, humping her with an awkward unrhythmic tempo.

Ellie couldn't help but roll her eyes. He couldn't see her face, and didn't care about her pleasure right now anyway.

It didn't take him long to climax.

As usual, he pulled out and splattered her back with his seed. They had agreed that until the wedding, they would try not to get pregnant. Liam hated condoms, and said that if he just pulled out, the chances were much lower. If they hadn't already been engaged, Ellie would have fought harder, but even if she did get pregnant, it wasn't a huge deal, so she let him get away with it.

He got up and came back with a towel.

"Here, you can clean up, and head to the show. I'm going back to the lounge."

"But you said we could go together! It's the first show and the biggest one!"

"I was getting some really valuable networking done. I don't want to lose the chace."

"Liam, come on..." Ellie begged. It was only the first day of their trip, and she didn't want it to fall apart already.

"Ellie!" He snapped, suddenly sober. "Go to the damned show if you want to see it so badly. There will be other shows that we can go to. My business comes first."

"Just like you...." Ellie muttered, without thinking.

A swift slap landed on the side of her face, knocking her backwards into the bed.

Ellie blinked, speechless, and raised a hand to her burning cheek. He'd never hit her before.

"Ugh..." Liam rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry, babe. Come here." He climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. "You know how I get when I'm stressed."

She nodded.

"Ok then. You go to your show. I'll come to the next one, I promise." He grabbed the nearby towel and wiped the slime from her back and buttocks.

With that done, he rose, zipped his fly back up, and straightened his suit. "There. I'll be back in a few hours. Enjoy the opera."

Ellie remained face-down in the bed for several minutes before getting up. Like a zombie, she walked to the bathroom and quickly showed, then pulled her discarded dress back on.

The dimly lit hallways of the ship seemed larger and more empty than they seemed earlier. The happy anticipation of the journey had been drained from her, replaced by uneasy dread.

She was late for the opera performance and had to sneak in and sit in the back. Thankfully, the first few arias were beautifully tragic and Ellie's sobs were lost in the combined tears of her fellow attendees. By the intermission, Ellie realized that, despite the excellence of the performance, she just wasn't in the mood anymore.

And so, the troubled girl trudged back to her stateroom despondently, hoping that her fiancé was still at the lounge. She didn't want to see him yet. With a heavy sigh, she swiped her key card and slipped into the room. The lights were still off.

Great, Ellie thought, Liam's not back yet. Without even turning the lights on, she walked through the sitting room, but as she passed by the large stateroom windows, she noticed something that stopped her in her tracks - candelight. Warm yellow flickers on the patio, the silhouettes of two wine glasses and a bottle. Then, in the hot tub, the unmistakeable outline of two bodies.

The candlelight illuminated the face of a blonde beauty, the one from the lounge. Her face was a mask of pleasure as her form rode in Liam's lap, their movements making quiet splashes that were barely audible against the backdrop of ocean waves.

Ellie clapped a hand over her mouth and ducked behind the sofa. Not that they would be able to see her in the darkness of the stateroom. The couple's grunts and moans wafted through the open window until, with a final shared moan, she heard the hot tub splashes quieten. Only the lapping of the ocean against the hull of the ship remained.

"This is dangerous, Liam." the woman's voice murmured. "It's not exactly a big ship. She's bound to catch us"

"She's been talking about this show for weeks. She won't be back for at least an hour and half - more if she stays for post-show drinks." Liam's tone was cocky and self-assured.

"She's your fiancée."

"An engagement ring didn't stop me from seeing you, babe. A wedding ring won't either. Now, grab the towels. I wanna f**k you in that king-sized bed, then on the couch...I want to defile this whole ship and half of Europe with you before the end of this cruise."

Giggles and splashes signaled the two coming out of the hot tub.

Ellie fled the stateroom before they could find her.