The sarong was damp with perspiration and sticking lewdly to her body, and Honor had wanted nothing more than to find the nearest shower, take it off and wash off the accumulation of sweat and bodily fluids on her skin. But the prospect of wearing the sarong back after showering was not very attractive, or practical - especially since Marq had not provided her with anything else to wear.

Except that Bangkok was still hours away; they would arrive at dawn.

Honor stared out over the water under the rapidly darkening sky as she dialed a number she knew by heart, wishing she had found the shower first as she placed the phone to her ear.

Sarah picked up before the third ring. "Hello? Honor?"

"Hey," Honor said, smiling at the voice in her ear.

"Thank goodness!" Sarah breathed out loudly, sounding relieved. "I was starting to get worried."

"Sorry," said Honor, feeling only a tiny twinge of guilt. "My phone was on silent."

"What were you doing? Where are you?"

Honor smiled. "This is sounding like an interrogation."

"Well, guess what, bitch?" Sarah snorted. "It is! Start talking."

Honor laughed. "I'm on a boat," she said, at last, truthfully.

"A boat?"

"A barge, actually," Honor corrected, leaning her hip against the dining table. She could have provided a more fulsome explanation of the nature of the vessel: that all it had in common with the traditional Thai rice barge was its shape and the teak decking; that it had a hybrid power system and that it was right then being entirely controlled and piloted by computers; that it was made of state of the art composite materials with outrigger arms and ultrasensitive adaptive shock absorbers under its decks. That all these innovations, as Marq explained, served to make standing on its decks feel as though one was on solid earth instead of sailing on a choppy river.

"What are you doing on a barge?"

"Sailing back to Bangkok," Honor answered, "From Ayutthaya."

"Oh. Wow. I've seen pictures of the place!" Sarah said. "Did you see the Buddha head in the tree?"

"Yes, I did." Honor couldn't help smiling as she answered.

Marq had indeed taken her to Wat Mahatat, the temple hosting the most iconic image of Ayutthaya, a stone Buddha's head with a bodhi tree's roots growing around it. It was the first place they had gone to after their breakfast at Udom's, and they had been early enough to avoid the usual heavy press of tourists. Marq had produced a small high-end camera and a tiny bolero-style shrug top with billowing sleeves for her, satisfying the temples' requirement for covered shoulders; she had been mildly impressed at how well it matched the sarong.

"Wow. I'm actually jealous," Sarah said, sounding pleased. "Where else did you go?"

Honor told her.

She had visited the majestic statue of Buddha at Wat Phananchoengworawihan, all of sixty feet tall, seven hundred years old, and brilliantly gilded. She had seen the large reclining Buddha covered in its saffron orange robe, the collonaded courtyard lined with dozens of sitting gold-leafed Buddhas and the white fourteenth century prang at Wat Phutthaisawan.

Honor had passed on climbing the huge prang at Wat Ratchaburana, visible from everywhere in Ayutthaya, easily able to imagine an errant gust of wind or tearing her sarong on a jagged edge - she didn't imagine the monks would appreciate it. She left out that part though, as she recounted her visit to the temple.

She had seen the distinctive Angkor-style lion sculptures at Wat Thammikarat before the somewhat longer drive on the scooter to the still active and well-maintained Wat Yai Chaimongkol with its distinctive hundred foot tall chedi. It boasted its own giant reclining Buddha, one of the largest in Thailand, and a gallery featuring rows and rows of smaller stone and gilt covered Buddha statues, most sporting the same orange clothing as the monks taking care of them. The sight of the gleaming white Buddhas in their various poses and orange robes in front of the main chedi and its immaculate hedges had been breath-taking, and later she had enjoyed watching the monks at their prayers and going about their tasks, taking care of their temple.

"That must have been amazing." Sarah sounded genuinely impressed.

Honor smiled, "It was." She looked out of the huge bay windows lining the upper deck, at the Chao Phraya's shores passing by on both sides. "It is."

Honor did not mention Marq, and she felt a twinge of guilt at that.

Her visit to Wat Yai Chaimongkol had also been tinged with guilt - she could still feel Mark's cum, and hers, between her legs as she took in the sights and sounds of the temple. And that, she remembered, heat flushing her face, hadn't been the worst of it.

Honor had known, just seconds after leaving Udom's restaurant, riding behind him on the scooter, her body much tighter against him than necessity and safety required, that they would need to make at least one stop before long. Inwardly, she had marveled at herself - he had been inside her less than fifteen minutes earlier, and already she was feeling the stirrings of need, her nipples hardening rapidly as he took a turn and she grasped herself closer to him.

She knew he was feeling the same way fairly soon. He touched her constantly on their tour, somehow managing to caress, fondle and tease her even in the midst of the other people around them without anyone noticing, her body tingling with nervous anticipation. He somehow found just the exact blind spot in Wat Phutthaisawan where he could part her dress and touch her between her legs and discover just how wet she was without anyone seeing them.

Marq had found another secluded spot in Rama Public Park for lunch, producing and laying out a blanket on the grass in a quiet copse of trees and then opening Udom's set of food containers, surprising her with a variety of seafood laced salads and fruit medleys in addition to their leftovers from breakfast. She had smiled in appreciation as he sat on the blanket, resting his back against a tree and beckoning her to him. Her smile had grown wider when he pulled her unto his lap, making her straddle him.

He kissed her for a while, and she had kissed him back - for long enough that she forgot her initial apprehension of being seen by passersby in what was supposed to be a public park. She remembered though, as she tried to cover herself when he casually undid the knot of the sarong behind her neck and pulled it down to her belly. Her breasts were fully exposed and out in the open, and without him needing to say it, Honor had known that he fully intended for her to remain half naked ... in a public park.

Her resistance didn't last long, neither was it any more than perfunctory; she never even got off his lap.

Displaying her body for his pleasure was well within their deal, she had rationalized. 'I like seeing your breasts.' she remembered him saying, as she allowed him to pull her hands away from her chest, distantly realizing just how much Marq Haydn had compromised her sense of modesty. He made her sit between his legs afterward as they ate, her back on his chest, kissing and nibbling on her neck, openly enjoying her partial nudity, his hands caressing her belly and cupping her naked breasts, touching her between her legs as she squirmed against him and repeatedly turned her head so their lips could meet.

They were truly off the beaten path, their picnic uninterrupted despite there being other people within hearing distance in the park with them. Much sooner than was decent, she had found herself relaxing, her self-consciousness and mortification disappearing, enjoying it all; the afternoon's warmth on her bared skin, the food ... him.

The last thing out was an ice-cold medley of fruit, predominated by pre-peeled and deseeded lychees and cubes of mango. He insisted on feeding her himself, repeatedly teasing the fruit over her lips, making her follow after him, leaving a sticky mess of fallen juice all over her chest. Which he then insisted on cleaning up with his lips and tongue.

By the hour's end, her nipples were at their full engorged and painful attention as she straddled him again, feeling his erection pressing against her, her entire body humming with anticipation, both terrified and excited at the prospect of being mounted right there and then, knowing she would offer no resistance.

But he didn't take it any further, and she had knotted the sarong back up, covering her pointing breasts, eyeing him with more than a tinge of angry and confused frustration as she followed him out of their secluded picnic spot to the parked scooter.

They had gone to Wat Thammikarat next, where he had pulled her into another hidden spot, again freeing one of her breasts and sucking her nipple into his mouth as her knees weakened and she helplessly sagged against him, gasping out her pleasure in his ear as his hand found its way between her legs again, heart racing in fear at the risk of being seen and the explosive excitement and ecstasy of transgression.

It was utterly nasty, sleazy and trashy behavior on top of what had just happened in the park. Especially in such a sacred place, the oldest temple in Ayutthaya. Sensible, disciplined Honor Banet would have been aghast, horrified at the very thought of it. But, her back jammed against the wall in that hidden alcove, his hand moving between her thighs, one digit then another making their way in and out of her as she held on to him, biting her lip to keep from crying out as she completely soaked his fingers with her liquid, she couldn't bring herself to protest.

Honor had tapped his shoulder at the first hotel she had seen as they rode out from Wat Thammikarat and pointed at it, insistent. When he parked, she had climbed off the scooter without waiting for him and walked straight through the entrance to the reception desk. The hotel was primarily a hostel for backpackers but it had smaller private rooms for couples at the end of each corridor on each floor. Honor had already whipped out a card from her purse before she got to the desk and she was done paying for one of the private rooms on the second floor when Marq walked in, his eyes finding her immediately as she collected the key from the young man behind the desk.

Wordlessly, she made for the stairwell, the key with its enormous keyholder, with room number boldly embossed on it, in her hand, meeting his eyes from across the small lobby as she began the climb up the staircase, reaching the first landing before she heard him begin his ascent below her. She continued up and got off on the second floor, heading for the room at the end of the corridor.

The corridor was empty, she had seen.

She looked back as she heard Marq make it to the second floor behind her, and as he followed her down the corridor, she reached behind her and undid the knot of the sarong behind her neck, catching it as it fell off her body. Nude except for her shoes and the shrug top stretched across her shoulders and arms, sarong bunched in her hands, she continued the last five seconds of her walk down the corridor until she reached the door at the end of it and slid the key into the lock.

She opened the door, leaving it open as she went into the room, turning around in her nakedness to wait for him.

He entered the room and closed the door.

He was already at full mast and she was soaking wet, so there was no need for any preliminaries. She helped him yank down his pants and boxers, the raging impatient heat between her legs making her breaths come out in a continuous rush as his erection sprang free between them. Still growling, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to the bed on top of her, legs and sandaled feet parting around him as their lips met, gasping as she guided him into her body.

He entered her with a growl of his own and Honor arched her back, grasping at him as he started to move inside her. She was already on the edge, already excited by the day's transgressions - getting mounted and fucked in a restaurant bathroom, forced to spend an hour with her breasts out and open in a public park, having her pussy fingered and masturbated in a temple with monks only a few yards away. So actually having him inside her again meant that she came in less than a minute, sobbing out loudly and spasming around him, wetting the sheets beneath her. He slowed his stroking into her body as he captured her lips, kissing her, shutting her up, holding and caressing her jerking body as she rode out her come.

He waited for her to calm, still buried inside her, until she was moaning and flexing her hips against him to get him to start moving inside her again. Then, without warning, he cruelly and abruptly exited her pussy, ignoring her sharp cry of protest as he stood up from the bed. She sat up, legs spread as she stared up at him, an angry snarl on her lips, a woman in no mood to be teased.

But it was only so he could remove his own clothing, swiftly making himself as naked as she was. They had time, he had told her as he took her feet in his hands and removed her shoes, smiling as he climbed back on top of her, feeling her shudder as he resheathed himself inside her body. She kissed him back hungrily when his lips found hers, flexing her hips up against him once more. He obliged her this time, starting to fuck her again after a long teasing moment, sliding his member in and out of her vagina, growling his pleasure as he felt her tighten around him.

Honor moaned out her relief, abandoning herself to the simple pleasure of having a man inside her, her hips lifting to meet him as he stroked into her body, falling into a rhythm that had become all-too-familiar in the past few days. She nipped and licked at his neck as he repeatedly plunged into her pussy, her hands roaming his back as she moved with him, desperate to pleasure him.

Then, again, with a sudden grunt of effort and will, he rudely exited her pussy, again without a hint of warning.

He ignored her angry squeal as he moved her body on the bed, making her gasp in startlement as he braced her up against the headboard. He kissed her roughly, and then he swiftly brought his head down between her spread legs, growling hungrily as his mouth made contact with the folds of her pussy. Honor threw her head back when his tongue rasped over her slit, her hands grasping and pulling at the sheets.

"Oh my @#&% ...!" she cried as he speared his tongue into her opening. He spread her open even wider, his hands lifting her legs off the bed as his tongue stroked over the swollen, parted lips of her vagina, repeatedly teasing the swollen nub of her clitoris until she was hyperventilating, a continuous keen coming out of her mouth, her hands leaving the sheets to grasp his head. She went stiff, mouth open in a scream as she came, trapped in place as he growled hungrily, lapping at her liquid as it flooded out of her pussy.

He entered her again, abruptly yanking her into position while she was still in the throes of her orgasm, his growl of pleasure answering her own squeal as her vaginal walls closed around him. He started to piston into her body, a rough steady sliding of his hardness in and out of her pussy, his mouth covering hers so she could taste herself on his lips. She recovered enough to participate, moving with him, staring up into his eyes when their lips were not joined together, willing him to see how much pleasure he was giving her, how much she wanted to pleasure him back.

He yelled when he came, and Honor melded herself against him, holding him tight, quivering and whispering in his ear as she felt him erupt, feeling that strange mixture of joy and pride as he released into her body ...

She had spent the next half hour in his arms, naked and sweat covered under the room's whirling ceiling fan, mind in a satiated daze, legs obligingly spread open so his fingers could keep obsessively returning to play with her pussy. She had licked the mix of his and her cum off his fingers each time he had fetched it from between her spread legs and brought it to her lips, proudly enjoyed every moment as he played with her breasts, systematically kissing and leaving marks on her skin with his teeth.

She thoroughly enjoyed his helpless gasps of pleasure as she sucked and licked his cock clean before they got dressed, taking her time to draw it out for as long as she could. He retaliated by cornering her against the room door and masturbating her again on the way out, her sarong parted and up around her waist as he wrung another cry and gush of liquid from her.

To his credit, the receptionist didn't bat an eyelid when they checked out five minutes later, just shy of an hour and a half after checking in.

"David texted me," Sarah said.

Sarah's tone, not to mention her words, jerked Honor back to the present.

That, and the sound of a door behind her. She turned to see Marq on the deck, coming up from the stateroom, their eyes meeting across the deck as he began to make his way to her.

He was shirtless, the bulge of a growing erection visible through his long linen pants. Honor felt her mouth go dry. But the explosion of heat in her abdomen informed her that she was anything but dry elsewhere.

"He said he hadn't been able to reach you all day." continued Sarah. "I texted him that I couldn't reach you either."

Honor's grip on her phone was tight. "Did you tell him I'm in Thailand ...?"

"No," Sarah said shortly, as if sensing Honor's alarm. "Somehow, I didn't think you'd want me to."

Honor bit her lip. "No. You're right. Please don't."

"Why, Hon?"

"I promise I'll tell you when I get back."

Sarah sighed audibly, resignedly.

And Honor took a breath, thinking - she had completely excluded David's three phone calls in her telling of the day's events. The first call had come in just as Marq was helping her off the scooter at the park. The second call came as she was lying bare breasted against Marq's chest, interrupting another kiss, legs parted, letting him touch her. She had glanced at the phone screen, then wordlessly muted the ringtone and slipped it back into her bag. Marq had said nothing, asking no questions, his attention returning to her near naked body as she resettled herself on him.

Honor had given her fiancee no more thought after that. The unforeseen consequence was that she ended up missing all three of Sarah's subsequent calls. The somewhat alarmed sounding text message that followed the calls convinced her that any further delay in calling Sarah back would be very unwise.

Marq reached her, her eyes never leaving hers, her body registering his nearness. She knew what he was going to do, and she thought of telling him that she needed a shower, knowing even as she thought it that it won't make a difference. She glanced around at the floor to ceiling windows around the upper deck, wondering if anyone onshore would be able to see them as he casually undid the knot of the sarong behind her neck. She did nothing to stop him, and she did nothing to stop it from falling off her body and dropping to the wooden deck.

The top deck of the barge was occupied by a dining room cum lounge to cater for the occupants of the three luxurious staterooms below. But Marq had taken the entire vessel for the overnight trip back to Bangkok.

They were alone. And she was nude except for her shoes.

Not quite believing herself, Honor reached for him, wrapping her hand around his mostly erect member through his pants, smiling as he reacted to her touch. "Sarah, can I call you ...?"

He shook his head, as his hands settled on her waist. "No," he mouthed, eyes glinting. "Keep talking."

"What?" Sarah asked.

"Umm ... Never mind," she said as Marq easily lifted her unto the table, forcing her to release his cock.

"Huh?" Sarah said, sounding confused, and even more suspicious. "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing ... really, nothing," Honor said, just before Marq's lips met hers. Her legs were parted as she sat on the table and he ran his hands over her belly and hips as he stood in between them, cupping, kneading. She wrapped her hand around him again, gratified to find him much closer to full mast and enjoying her effect on him.

There was a pause as Sarah decided whether pursuing the current line of inquiry was worth it. Honor could easily picture her little frown thousands of miles away, even as she returned Marq's kiss, her breathing becoming deeper as his hands found her breasts, shuddering in reaction as he caressed her nipples.

"Okay ..." Sarah said, reluctantly deciding to move on. "How come you're not taking David's calls?"

Honor broke the kiss to answer, wondering if she'd taken a moment too long. "Uh ... my phone was on silent all day, remember?"

"Why?" Sarah asked.

Marq was kissing and licking his way around her neck, the prelude to a very detailed tour of her body with his lips and tongue, one he had taken many times before. "Because the monks asked us to?" she lied, struggling to control her breathing and sound normal.

"Oh ..." Sarah said, sounding mollified, buying Honor's explanation.

Honor felt guilty, for lying to her friend and lying on the monks, and even more so for what was happening at that very moment. But the feeling didn't last - Marq's lips had gotten to her breasts and she was forced to lean back, to give him access, her mouth opening in a silent moan.

"Have you called him back?" Sarah asked.

Honor shuddered as Marq's tongue rasped over a pointing nipple, barely stopping her answer from coming out as a gasp. "No ... not yet."

The suspicion came back to Sarah's voice. "Are you going to call him back?"

Honor had to think about that, which was difficult because of what Marq was doing. "Yes. Of course."

"Wow!" Sarah exclaimed, "So you just called me first?"

"Yes ... I did," Honor answered truthfully, eyes closed and struggling to a stifle a moan of delight as Marq's tongue made its way across the sensitive stretch of skin between her breasts.

"Wow!" said Sarah again, "I actually feel flattered."

Marq was licking and kicking his way up her neck right then. "Uh ... what's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you kidding?" Sarah laughed sarcastically, not noticing the slight pause, "David has always come first. If I didn't know any better, I would think you two are having ... problems."

Her legs were spread open with another man's hand making its way between them, so the word 'problems' was certainly understating things. "Uh ... no, we're okay," she lied, feeling even more guilty.

"Really?" The suspicious tone was back in Sarah's voice.

Marq's fingers reached their target and she had to bite her lip, hard, to keep from crying out as he touched her. "Really, Sarah," she fibbed again, promising herself that she would tell Sarah everything to make up for her deceit ... as soon as she got back home.

Honor stifled another gasp as Marq explored her folds, finding her entrance, and she quickly realized that she needed to make Sarah carry the bulk of the conversation, not just to keep herself from being forced to keep lying to her friend, but because speech, and thought, was becoming more difficult by the second. Marq's fingers meant she needed to concentrate to make herself sound normal. "What about your date? With ... Bryan Thomas?"

Another pause, and Sarah's voice came back. "I was starting to think you forgot."

"No, I didn't." Honor closed her eyes as Marq's fingers curled into her pussy. "So how did it go?"

"It. Was," Sarah said, voice going up an octave, "The. Best. Date. Ever!"

She shuddered with her whole body as Marq penetrated her, his fingers beginning to rhythmically stroke over her pussy, lubricated by her own liquid as she unconsciously spread her legs wider for him, one hand holding the phone as her other arm went up and tightened itself around his neck. He brought his head down and hungrily laved his tongue over her lips.

"Wow," Honor said, a smile coming to her parted lips despite what his fingers were doing, genuinely happy for her best friend, even as she struggled to keep her voice even. "Tell me ... everything."

She only heard and comprehended half, or less, of Sarah's exhaustive and excited recounting of her date with Mr. Bryan Thomas, the young and hard charging new Vice President for an up-and-coming manufacturer of car and motorcycle accessories that had just hired her company to build them a top-of-the-line e-commerce site.

It was a truly epic test of her multitasking capabilities.

It took most of what was left of her concentration to keep the phone to her ear and keep making the appropriate prompting noises to let Sarah know she was listening as Marq caressed and kissed her, his fingers continuing their stroking between her spread legs. Keeping her breathing from sounding like that of a woman being mercilessly masturbated and ravished meant clamping her mouth tightly shut, biting her lip each time a whimper of pleasure threatened to escape.

It simply never occurred to her to stop him.

Her control lasted until she came, unable stifle the loud pleasure-filled squeal that escaped her mouth as another gush of liquid spurted out of her body. She spasmed against him, burying her face in his neck, somehow managing to keep her hold of the phone to her ear even as her orgasm ran through her.

"... Honor?" There was a clear note of curiosity in Sarah's voice. "... is everything alright?"

His fingers slid inside her again, and she shook, stifling a gasp, clutching at him as her nascent attempt to regain control of her breathing collapsed.

"Honor?" Sarah said again, this time there was lot more alarm in her tone. "What's going on?"

Honor concentrated, biting her lip, taking a deep breath, and was finally able to answer, "Uh ... nothing, Sarah."

She gave Marq a pleading look as he made her spasm again. He smiled at her instead, his fingers continuing to plunge and explore her pussy. She had expected as much - he was much too cruel to relent.

But her legs remained spread open. Closing them, denying him access, was simply not an option.

A pause. "Then ... what was that noise?"

Honor's mouth opened, eyes fluttering closed as Marq's fingers again stroked over her entrance. "I ... I sneezed," she managed after another moment to gather herself.

Marq looked amused, and she found herself smiling at him.

"Oh ... okay." Sarah didn't sound convinced.

"So you guys went through the park and ...?" Honor quickly prompted, just before Marq siezed her lips with his own.

"Uh, yes ..." Sarah decided to continue her story, much to Honor's relief as she kissed him back.

Marq's fingers left her pussy around the time Bryan Thomas was taking Sarah in his arms and dancing with her, taking advantage of the local amateur jazz band that often set up to serenade the park's nighttime strollers.

Honor looked at him, feeling a confusing mix of relief and disappointment at the removal of his fingers as he moved in front of her, between her still spread apart legs, caressing his hands up her naked sides. She sucked and licked his fingers clean of her liquid when he brought them to her mouth, making another prompting noise to Sarah around them.

"Then ... he kissed me," Sarah said at last, after almost a minute of building her story up to the moment.

"And ... was he good?" Honor eyes closed as she leaned back, mouth opening in a silent gasp of delight as Marq leaned down to suck a hard and pointing nipple into his mouth.

"He was ... amazing!"

Sarah's story continued, recounting her walk back to her apartment with Bryan Thomas, how he held her hand and stopped to kiss her three more times.

Honor listened, stifling another gasp as Marq moved to her other nipple before straightening up and kissing her again, his hands kneading her breasts and hungrily roaming her body.

"... Honor?" Sarah asked, "Are you there?"

Honor broke her lips away from Marq, realizing she'd been silent for too long. "I'm listening, Sarah."

"Okay ..." Sarah paused. "You sound weird."

Honor tried to tamp down her breathing, glaring ineffectually at him. "I'm okay."

He kissed her again, abruptly lifting her off the table as he did so, making her swallow a gasp of surprise against his lips as he set her down on her feet.

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked, as Marq turned her around to face the table.

"I'm sure, Sarah," Honor answered firmly, arching against him as he grasped and caressed her breasts, his hands running over her belly and traveling down to penetrate her, his fingers once again feeling just how utterly wet she was. She took a deep breath, "So ... did you invite him in?"

"Yes." Sarah giggled. "He said he'd never seen 'Fireflight' and I told him he could come up and ...er ... watch."

"You slut!" Honor hissed, thinking a bolt of lightning streaking down from the sky to hit her for her hypocrisy would be nothing but pure justice. She was still smiling as Marq bent her over, acquiescently letting him lift her knee up to the table, quivering nervously as she found herself spread open and vulnerable.

"Nothing happened!" Sarah insisted.

"Really?" She suppressed a moan as he touched her again, her free hand grasping at the tablecloth, her body tensing, knowing what was coming.

"Yeah!" Sarah paused. "We just made out." Another giggle. "A lot."

Honor yanked on the tablecloth as Marq inserted, quivering as his member made its way into her body, answering his own loud groan of pleasure with an involuntary squeal of her own, the sound escaping her despite her efforts to stifle it.

Sarah heard. "What was what?"

Honor bit her lip, as Marq grasped her waist, holding her in place. "I ... I sneezed again. Sorry," she managed, after a deep steadying breath. She heard Marq snort in amusement and she looked back at him over her shoulder, trying to frown him into silence.

He grinned instead.

"Oh ..." Sarah paused again. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She turned back, struggling to focus, to ignore the heavy presence in her pussy. "Yes, I am."

"You really sound weird, though."

"I'm fine, Sarah," she said after a deep breath, eyes closing despite herself as Marq leaned forward to grasp her dangling breasts. Luckily, Sarah continued her tale without any further prompting; and Honor tried to listen as Marq touched and explored her body, all the while inside her, barely moving.

She tried move against him, feminine instinct taking over, but he grasped her waist and held her still with a grunt, burying himself inside her again. After another long moment of non-movement she turned to look at him, lips parted, questioning, but he only smiled.

Simply having a man inside her was yet another novel experience she was having with Marq Haydn, and she was more than a little impressed and even more aroused at the self-control required.

"What are you doing?" she managed to whisper, shakily covering the mouthpiece of the phone, barely mouthing the words over Sarah's narration.

He continued to fondle her and she bit her lip as he caressed her nipples, running his hands down to her belly, making her breathing go up several notches. "That's a silly question, Miss Banet."

"Aren't you going to ..." she mouthed again before blushing, absurdly, as the words 'fuck me' crossed her mind, "... finish?"

He chuckled. "Finish?"

Trying to listen to Sarah with him inside her was going to be very difficult, she realized. Not that she had any intention of asking him to exit her body. It was another dominance play, she realized. And she felt a thrill rush through her as he continued to caress her body, motioning for her to continue her conversation.

Marq Haydn just wanted to be inside his odalisque, and it was for her to submit and match his discipline.

" ... you hear me, Honor?" Sarah had noticed the lack of attention.

"Yes!" Honor said loudly, lying as she turned away from him, and then she had to repeat it because the mouthpiece was still covered by her hand. "Yes, Sarah ... I can hear you."

"Okay ..." Sarah paused, and then continued her tale.

Sarah was eagerly describing Bryan Thomas giving her a final kiss at her door, and her epic struggle to stop herself from inviting him to spend the night, when Marq finally decided he was done torturing her and withdrew his member from her vagina. Honor bit her lip to keep from making a noise, quivering at his exit.

She took a moment to catch her breath before she finally brought her lifted foot down and straightened up from the table and turned around to watch him pull up his pants, covering his still full erection. She met his eyes as he stepped forward, closing her eyes as he hungrily seized her lips, possessive and in control as she leaned back against the table, the phone at her ear as Sarah wrapped up her story, oblivious to what was happening at the other end of the line.

She opened her eyes when he broke the kiss at last, breathing still elevated as his hands grasped her body, exploring her with a confidence born of possession and familiarity, his fingers returning to her pussy. Her lips parted as he finally bent to kiss each nipple before he turned around and left for the lower decks.

He took the sarong with him. And she was not particularly surprised to find that she wasn't bothered by her nakedness - after what had just happened, worrying about modesty made no sense. She silently watched him open and walk through the door leading down to the stateroom, breasts heaving on her chest, her nipples still full and pointing.

"And that was it," Sarah finished, elation in every syllable. "The best date of my life!"

As Honor listened to Sarah go on about the sheer wonder of her date with Bryan Thomas, her mind ran through her day - the food, the temples, wearing nothing but a thin, easily-removed sarong, often even less, not to mention the sex - and she found herself smiling - the best date of 'her' life wasn't even over yet.

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After ending her conversation with Sarah, she had padded back down to the cabin, after him, naked and fairly certain that she was going to remain so until they docked in Bangkok. But, she thought, determinedly, as she entered the room, she was going to demand he let her shower first.

The stateroom's curtains had been fully drawn back, and the Chao Phraya and its light dotted banks surrounded them, coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides. She had frozen at first, one last vestige of modesty flaring up, especially as she saw that they were far from the only vessel on the water. Another boat, men scurrying about their work on its lantern-lit decks, was passing by in the other direction less than a hundred meters away.

"They can't see you," Marq had said, crossing over to her and taking her in his arms.

"I need to take a shower," she said, quickly, feeling the heat in her abdomen flaring up at his closeness and realizing she might not get the chance to make her demand again.

"Noted," Marq had said, and then he'd taken her lips before she could respond.

She had kissed him back, by instinct, her need to take a shower rapidly losing its importance, her natural fastidiousness defeated by the sudden surge of need his lips so easily aroused inside her. He kissed and licked his way down her neck to her breasts, sucking hard on each pointing nipple, his hands marauding her body as he pressed her up against the wall. He captured her lips again as she touched him back, shutting up her keen of delight as his fingers entered her pussy.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss, leaving her gasping for breath, her eyes opening to find him staring into hers with a hunger that once again brought a flush of heat to her face, feeling the strange, yet familiar mix of pride, gratification and embarrassment that she could have such an effect on a man.

Her hand was around his erection, his linen bottoms having been yanked down to mid-thigh so she could reach it some time in the preceding minutes.

"It's time for that shower, Miss Banet," Marq had said, breathing hard, his desire banked by iron discipline, his fingers still sheathed in her pussy. All thought of washing the accumulation of sweat and bodily fluids off her body had fled her head.

He finally divested himself of his pants as he entered the shower with her, lathering her and washing her, his fingers repeatedly touching and penetrating her pussy, and then finally finding the erect nub of her clit and kissing her as she came, clutching at him and gasping. He had allowed her to touch him, to kiss and wash him back, but every time she grasped his member, he had captured her wrist, stopping her as the water rained over them.

"Not yet," he had said, repeatedly, his breathing rough and harsh, but in control.

He'd led her to the cabin afterward, laying her on the bed and setting the towel under her, spreading her legs wide as he maneuvered her to sit up against the headboard. She had looked at him in anticipation as he leaned over her, his erection mere inches from her entrance, and then confusion as he moved off the bed.

She watched him as he produced a bowl of warm water, a matching teak soap dish bearing a large dollop of gel, a ceramic razor and a small towel; then she had understood. He positioned himself between her spread legs, his cock at rude full mast between them, looking up once to meet her eyes, seeing her parted lips, her breasts heaving on her chest from her heavy breathing before he began, knowing he needed no further permission.

He shaved her, his hands sure as he carefully lathered and ran the razor in gentle strokes over her pubis, her eyes never leaving him as he went about his business, removing every strand of hair until she was utterly smooth, removing even the thin low strip she had always left behind, the utter eroticism of it enhanced by the complete silence in which it was done.

Honor waited for him to wipe her clean with the towel and set the bowl and his other equipment off the bed before she wordlessly lifted a beckoning hand toward him.

He had looked at her, his eyes taking in her swollen and pointing nipples, her legs unashamedly spread apart, allowing him to see the glint of her liquid coating her freshly shaven slit as she glared at him, lips pouted unconsciously, desire, frustration and her rapidly vanishing patience in her gaze.

"Not yet, Ms. Banet," he had said, the rough timbre of his voice, if not the ever present protusion of his erection, revealing just how frayed his control had become. But his discipline held as instead he bent to pick up something else from the floor beside the bed; a jewelry box, large and velvet covered.

"Forgive the lack of originality," Marq said as he opened the box. "But then again, stealing good ideas is what I do for a living." He met her eyes again. "Will you wear it for me?"

She had stared at what was revealed for a long moment, her arousal banked for the moment. It was more than just a set of exquisitely worked pieces, chains really, of white gold, she had known immediately - it was a body chain, a zanjir, an odalisque's symbol, a demand to abandon what was left of her inhibitions and modesty.

What little of either remained, she thought, her mind replaying being fingered in two separate temples with monks and tourists mere yards away.

Sensible, disciplined Honor Banet would have been horrified, but that woman was barely present, much less in control.

She was already his odalisque, his 'Ramya' - her comfort at being naked around him, how always ready she was to welcome him inside her, and how eager she was to please him, how proud she felt each time he released himself inside her body already said it all. And, she thought, she had just let him shave her pussy, spreading her legs and watching him approach her with a razor without a moment of pause or question, her trust of him as deep as it was disturbing that he had earned it so easily. Wearing a chain, his chain, at his request, just made it all the more real, more formal, more irrevocable, more ... dangerous.

A symbol confirming that she would be his to use as he wished - that she would offer no resistance that he couldn't simply brush away.

It was really no choice at all.

Marq put the chain on her himself. She stood silently in front of him, hands by her sides as he connected each piece; the first length of chain going around her belly, then another around her right leg at mid-thigh, another went just her under the knee, above the swell of her calf, and a fourth at her ankle. The next piece was the longest, a straight length of chain to connect each circle from her ankle to her belly together. The next set of chains were for her upper body; the first a necklace, its circle pendant connecting to the second chain which encircled her chest, snugly fitting above the swell of her breasts. The third chain ran down from the second, between her boobs, and as he connected its clasp to the chain around her belly, Honor almost stopped him. Almost.

Then the clasp connected, and it was done. She was chained from neck to ankle.

But it was not over yet. Marq removed another two chains from box, the last two pieces were identical with a clasp at one end and a small ring at the other. Her apprehension was born anew as he connected each one to the circle pendant. He held her in place when she tried to shy away as he moved to attach the first of them, silently reassuring her with another hungry kiss, his hardness distractingly pressing against her belly.

It worked. She obediently presented her breasts to him afterwards, nervously tensing as he gently and possessively cupped and held each one, but her desire to please him again overpowered her apprehension.

She was his odalisque; he wouldn't hurt her.

She bit her lip, closing her eyes as he fixed each of the small chains to a nipple, finding just the right setting to tighten the ring around each swollen and hardened knot of flesh, the pressure from each firm and secure, just shy of pain.

Still adjusting to the sudden onslaught of sensation from her nipples, Honor had opened her eyes to find him staring at her, his breathing deep as his eyes ran all over her. She opened her mouth to say something when his eyes returned from their tour of her body to meet hers, but all that escaped her lips was a gasp of startlement as Marq moved, in an instant picking her up in his arms.

She forgot what she wanted to say, forgot the river around them, forgot everything as he fell on top of her on the bed, spreading her open, finding her entrance with his fingers, her wetness coating them in the small instant before he was setting his cock at her slit.

Her body spasmed as she grasped at him, mouth opening in a choked cry as he entered her. She arched and wrapped her legs around him as he began to move inside her, her lips parting for him as he took them with his own, growling hungrily at the back of his throat. He was not gentle as he grasped at her and rode her. As if it were her fault that it had taken so long for him to finally find himself inside her body again. He broke the kiss, and Honor let out a gasp of pleasure and relief, moving with him, losing herself to his hunger.

She felt him shudder, slowing, and she cooed in his ear, grasping and thrusting her pelvis up against him, urging him on, knowing he was trying to control himself and telling him there was no need. He gasped, once, and in the next moment he was riding her hard, grunting, control lost, as she cried out under him. She clutched at him, bracing herself when he started to shudder again, stiffening in the tell-tale way she had come to know so well.

He grunted out loud, and a moment later he showed he still retained some of his control; he pulled out of her, escaping her arms, and grunted again as he released, layering his cum on her belly as she looked at him with wide open eyes, gasping along with him as he came. It was only a few drops, she noted, somewhat dispassionately, watching the semen splatter and spread on her skin, leaving a trail of liquid from just under her belly button to the swelling of her pubic mound.

Which was understandable, she thought, still strangely clinical, feeling the familiar surge of pride spring up inside her as she mentally counted up the number of times he had released inside, and outside, of her in the last twenty-four hours.

She smiled up at him as he finally collapsed on top of her, still breathing hard, his penis still leaking his cum on her skin. She wrapped her legs around him again and made a cooing sound as she met his lips with hers. His absence from inside her meant she was suddenly much more aware of her new bodychain's pulls and tugs on her nipples. She squirmed at the tingles of sensation; it was not unpleasant ... but it would take some getting used to, she decided.

Honor reached down between them to wrap her hand around his softening member, finding it still covered in her liquid, feeling him shudder at her touch. It would be a while before he would be up again, she calculated, caressing him still despite knowing it would be uncomfortably sensitive for him, again recounting how often he'd been inside her and reveling in the sheer wickedness of what she was doing, imagining what everyone who knew sensible, disciplined, decent Honor Banet would think if they could see her.

She licked at his lips as she held on to him, marveling at the undiminished passion in his kisses and caresses of her body, somehow rough and eager, and yet gentle and controlled at the same time. He was not done with her yet, she realized, gasping as he retaliated her grasp on his member, two of his fingers sliding into her vagina, exploring as she bucked against him.

He obviously didn't think he needed an erection to enjoy her body, or make her enjoy herself.

And he had been right, she had to concede ... and there were at least two large wet spots around the cabin to prove it.

After a long delirium inducing period of kissing and mutual fondling, in which she had been completely oblivious of the nighttime sights of the Chao Phraya around them, Marq had stopped and informed her that it was time for dinner. She had pouted and protested that she wasn't hungry, especially if it meant leaving the bed. But as usual, she obeyed and followed him when he got up, glaring at him as he smiled at her.

The food had been perfectly light and utterly delicious, and she had known even before Marq confirmed it that it had been made by a Kurusattra; Somsak - the more pronouced European influence as distinctive as a signature to her trained palette.

This latest nude dinner with Marquin Haydn was another novel, and thoroughly enjoyable experience, one reason being that he was also naked. Another reason was that there had been two chairs at the table but only one was used, which, together with the near perfection of the food, made forgiving him for making them leave the bed significantly easier.

Another unique thing was the amount of food left on their plates and how little she cared. Under normal circumstances, sensible, disciplined, Honor would have been horrified at the waste, especially of such a masterpiece of cooking by a culinary master.

But she had given herself up to the moment, to his touch, to his exploration of her body and doing her own exploring, touching and kissing as she writhed and squirmed on his lap. The rings around her nipples made her shake each time he soothingly took each tingling and elongated tip into his mouth, sending a surge of warmth traveling down between her legs.

Their plates were still half full when she took his hand and reached for the thoughtfully placed bottle of hand sanitizer on the table. She squeezed a dollop unto his palm and helped him spread it all over his hand, watching his quizzical expression rapidly transform with understanding. Then she had brought his hand down to her newly shaven mound, spreading herself for his fingers and quivering as he touched her.

Inwardly, she imagined sensible disciplined, and fastidious Honor Banet nodding her approval ... at that if nothing else.

She cried out when she came soon afterwards, bucking against him as liquid gushed out of her pussy, soaking his caressing fingers and running down their intertwined legs as Marq made a triumphant sound himself, his pleasure as unmistakable as her own.

No longer quite thinking, she had spun on his lap, straddling him, reaching for him, making a loud, keening sound of frustration at not finding him erect.

Instead, he took an intensely swollen nipple into his mouth, ring and all, sucking hard as his arms wrapped around her. She grunted at the sudden surge of sensation, stiffening and grasping at him as he tightened his grip and lifted them both off the chair. They made it to the bed, clumsy and stumbling, lips meeting, exquisite food thoroughly forgotten.

His hands gripped her wrists, spreading her arms and pinning her hands to her sides. Then he captured her lips, asserting his dominance and control of her body without a word. She felt herself responding almost immediately, her body relaxing, spreading herself open for him. It should have disturbed her that she could be so acquiescent, so easily dominated. It disturbed her even more to realize how much she so thoroughly enjoyed surrendering to him.

He licked and kissed her lips, and she kissed him back, hungrily, before he went to her neck, releasing her wrists as reached her breasts. She lay back, gasping as he sucked and bit each ring-encircled nipple, hands obediently held to her sides and grasping the sheets as he tormented her. He continued to kiss his way down her body, over her belly, going below her belly button and the chain around her waist to the mound of newly bare skin between her legs.

She let out a moan, stiffening, as he kissed and ran his tongue over her slit, her back rising off the bed as he teased the very visibly erect nub of her clitoris before spearing his tongue into her opening. She cried out again, falling back, shaking, dazedly realizing that both her feet were in the air and spread as far apart as years of dance could make them go. Marq growled hungrily as he fed on her, quickly finding a rhythm, using her shudders and gasps to guide him as he roughly explored her folds with his tongue.

"... oh my @#&%! ... " she yelped as he cruelly added a finger, then another inside her, enjoying her wordless spasming before returning his mouth to her pussy, his tongue laving over her clit, openly enjoying her answering shriek of pleasure.

She released another gush of liquid as she came, involuntarily lifting off the bed again, almost sitting up as Marq lapped at her slit, growling his enjoyment as she cried out her delight. He pressed her back down in the next moment as he moved up her body, between her parted legs, breathing hard as he aligned his newly hardened member to her entrance. He sheathed himself inside her without ceremony, her whimpering moan at his invasion matching his deep growl of relief.

Honor grasped his face so she could kiss him, hungrily licking clean her liquid from around his lips, her legs wrapping around him. She shook when he started to slide in and out of her pussy, but she didn't break the kiss, flexing her hips to match him, gasping quietly against his lips.

Despite how feverishly he returned her kisses, despite how his hands grasped, fondled and caressed her body, his stroking into her body was unhurried and slow, a clear message that this was more about the journey than the destination, that he intended to take his time and enjoy her. She smiled up at him when their lips finally parted, communicating her surrender without needing to verbalize it. When his lips took hers again, she grasped him close with her arms and legs, and gave up thinking for a while.

She cooed in his ear, thrusting back at him when he finally stiffened and cried out, and she held him to her breasts as he released, enjoying again the strange mix of joy and pride at the pleasure her body gave him. He had swiftly gone to sleep, head pillowed on her breasts as she drowsily stroked his head, and then followed him into sleep as well.

Her last thoughts were of Sarah and her amazing date, as certain as she could be that her date with Marq Haydn was superior in every way.