The ship docked at the sun-drenched island of St. Lucia just after breakfast. I stood in the presidential suite wearing nothing but a short, pale yellow sundress that barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. Exactly as Kai had ordered. The thin fabric clung to my curves, and every breeze reminded me how exposed I was.

Kai met me at the gangway, looking relaxed in a linen shirt and shorts, but his eyes held that same ruthless hunger. “You look like a tourist,” he murmured, hand sliding down my back to squeeze my bare ass under the hem. “But we both know you’re my walking cum dump today.”

“Asshole,”...