Back in my cabin

The cabin door slams shut behind me. My back presses against the wood as if it could hold me. The card burns in my fist. 704. Three decks above me. Three staircases between reason and what my body wants.

Don't go. Go. You don't know him. What if he-

My hand goes under the silk fabric. Right between my legs, without warning. Wet. Already so damn wet. My fingers rub hard over the fabric, through the fabric. No, not tenderly. Like he would do. Certainly. Without asking.

I bite my own lips to stifle a moan. The mirror opposite me shows me how the dress stretches at the hip bone. Slit up to the thigh. Made for him.

What a slut I am. The thought makes me wetter.

The card flutters to the floor. My foot crushes the snake symbol. Cabin 704. His hands. They should be big. They'd wrap around my waist, those narrow hips that all men try to break. He wouldn't ask. Not stammer "May I-" like Lukas before he'd even-

I unzip the dress. The dress falls. Naked now. Like on the balcony. But this time no wind, no sea. Just the stuffy cabin air and my pulse pounding in my clitoris.

The fingers dig into me. Two at once. Deep. Too deep. The pain makes me howl. Just like that. More. I claw at the sink, see in the mirror how my mouth is open - silently screaming.

He would take you from behind. Press you against this mirror. Your face flat against the glass. You want to see his fingernails in your hips. Bruises. Marks.

My thumb rubs circles. Faster. Hips bump against the edge of the sink. Metal cold on my ass. In a moment, in a moment-

No. I yank my hand away. Trembling. Muscles in my lower abdomen. Don't come. Not without him.

The cabin door bangs against the wall as I stumble out. Only the door sign no. 704 in my head. Steps bite into the soles of my bare feet. Some passer-by shouts something. Whore, I think. Or help. I don't care.

Now. Outside his door. No knocking. My body is the answer. I press my hand against my crotch. Wet.

The door opens before I touch it.

He stands there. In an anthracite suit. Untouched. His gaze eats me up - bare feet, trembling thighs, nipples that are already hard again. My nakedness doesn't seem to surprise him.

“It took you a long time.” His voice sounds like doom.

I grab his tie. Yes. At last. Fuck me