The crew of the Calla Lilies had been sailing for exactly two and a half months.

The cargo they were carrying was made of fine fabrics, but the supposed buyer was too superstitious to allow them to come via the Suez Canal, which forced Guilherme Pagani, the captain, to take an infinitely longer route, departing from India, around the Cape of Good Hope, to the south of Africa, and finally landing in Livorno, a coastal city in Italy.

The commercial exchange was agreed to take place in Tuscany, in Florence, but only in 24 hours, which gave the crew enough time to enjoy a glass of rum and the arms of a woman, before leaving again.

And that's what the different sailors hurried to do, promising great adventures to the poor people who would have to take care of the ship.

Guilherme wasn't much for leaving his boat. On the contrary, he was always the first to set an example of loving life at sea, which was especially inspiring to his subordinates.

But, on that specific day, the captain of the Calla Lilies was equally thirsty for some dry land.

He allowed some good sailors to take him to the nearest bar, amidst jokes and encouragement, although everyone always treated him with unquestionable respect.

His authority within the ship had never been challenged and it was difficult to imagine that it would ever be. He paid his crew well and had a solid history on the open waters, which gave him a certain reputation.

The commander then entered the dark place, lit only by the evening sun, with his companions. They separated themselves into tables and bar stools, quickly filling the establishment previously inhabited by just a few people.

Captain Pagani remained at the door, smoking his Cuban and feeling the sea breeze blowing on his face. He had a ritual: inhale a cigar, drink half a bottle, have sex with a woman. It had never failed and always guaranteed fun for the time being.

A few meters away, at a varnished wooden table, was Camila Jardim.

A hard-working designer, who worked day and night to achieve her goals on the Milan catwalks, a 5-year plan whose detailed steps she insisted on following to the letter.

Ahead of her to-do list, the woman had decided to take a few days off from the beauty and hustle of Florence to enjoy the charms of the nearest beach, which happened to be Livorno.

However, finally unfocused from work, all that the half an hour trip allowed her was to see was how much of life's pleasures she was missing.

The people in Livorno all seemed happy, fulfilled and carefree. She wondered if this was a peculiarity of the city, or if everyone seemed like that to her because they contrasted so much with her own image.

She didn't regret it. She was going to get exactly where she wanted through her own merit and effort, and she considered herself much more than capable of that.

But... She had taken a few days off. It wouldn't hurt for her to try whatever there was in the water that those very radiant people were drinking.

She watched intently as a bunch of ripped men in white uniforms invaded the same place she had chosen to start the challenge. They were clinking full glasses, talking loudly, laughing a lot, and they hadn't even arrived more than 40 minutes ago.

But of all of them, the one that caught Camila's attention the most was the blonde at the entrance. He looked more mature than the others, wearing a white suit as opposed to worn-out t-shirts, a series of elegant cufflinks, and a cap held under his arm. "The captain, of course," she thought. From what she could see, he had just put away a half-smoked cigar and now had a large glass in his steady hands.

This was the kind of man she could have an adventure with. An unplanned, off-course experience.

But before she could even do anything about it, the man slightly turned his face towards her. His eyes were permanently slitted, which somehow made him more attractive, and he smiled roguishly at her, offering the drink in a toast.

Camila straightened up, adjusting her designer skirt, and greeted him back with a nod.

They continued exchanging glances, Guilherme watching her with interest, and she evaluating what next action she could take. Without thinking twice, she took her bag from the chair next to her and indicated to the commander to sit there.

He smiled at the ground, showing all the charming wrinkles on his experienced face and approached elegantly.

"Excuse me" he said, and his voice made Camila twist her toes inside her sandal. "To whom do I owe the honor?"

"My name is Camila Jardim" she introduced herself, having her hand held and a warm kiss placed on her back.

"Camila..." the captain tested the girl's name on his lips, seeming satisfied with the result. "Well, what brings a woman of your class to this joint?" he asked, amused, and she laughed in return, delighted.

"I think I needed a change of scenery. Something that was out of my comfort zone" she replied, sincerely. She was enchanted by the man's politeness, although she could see the mischievous glow he carried with him, in the tone of his words and the smell of his skin. The well-tailored suit was a cover for the dangerous magnet that was his strong shoulders, and she wanted to lose herself there for a second.

Guilherme analyzed her again, looking for the motivations behind her brown eyes. When he found her alone sitting on the outside of the bar, he was sure she wouldn't be the pair of legs he was looking for. She dressed too well, and her air of finesse didn't match the women he normally turned to on that type of occasion.

But then he thought. Wasn't it precisely adventures that he fed on? Why find comfort in the arms of just anyone if he could win the lottery with a unique Italian woman looking for something more?

"I think I have exactly what you need".

Guilherme had offered Camila his arm, and together they walked the distance from the bar to the dock. The access ramp was lowered, where some seagulls were resting.

The designer was impressed by the imposing ship that the blonde captained, admiring it under the insistent late afternoon sun.

"I assume you're taking me there" she said, batting her eyelashes at the older man.

"I assume you're interested. Am I wrong?" he replied, to which she smiled.

"I'm going to need a tour".

"I wouldn't settle for less".

They climbed aboard and Guilherme guided her through the several narrow corridors. They passed through a series of doors that she assumed were cabins, then a large space of noisy machinery, and finally a wide, ornate door.

"What do you have there?" she asked, curious.

Guilherme just smiled at her and indicated the doorknob, which she promptly turned.

Inside, there was a large panel full of dials, levers and buttons. Two stately leather chairs, dark wood flooring, and, of course, a large, polished helm.

The girl's eyes sparkled with excitement. This was the control room, the captain's cabin, and everything was as incredible as she imagined it would be. She wanted to sit in the chair and sail that huge boat through unknown waters, towards an unplanned and undoubtedly exciting destination.

Going around the place like a majestic cat, Camila looked Guilherme in the eyes and smiled roguishly.

"So, captain. Tell me about you" the blonde put his hands in his pockets after placing the cape at the chair and returned her smile.

"What do you want to know?"

"We can start with your name".

"I'm Guilherme Pagani".

Hm... "Captain Pagani" she echoed in her mind. It sounded terribly right.

"How long have you been working with this?"

"I've never lived on land, if that's what you want to know".

"Never?" she wanted to confirm, impressed.

"Never".

That meant he'd never had a girlfriend either, right? He must have slept with a hundred women around the world, without ever putting down roots. His experience certainly went beyond the naughty air that accompanied him, then.

And also, if he had never had a port to call home, the jobs he did as a freighter were sporadic. Probably nothing in that man's life was planned.

Camila felt goosebumps. What he represented... What he was, was everything she couldn't dream of being. She could never even imagine herself in his place and yet, there she was. Under his roof, in his habitat. Living a stolen moment at a point outside the curve of her path. It was so...sexy.

"Do you like what you do?" she continued the interrogation, and Guilherme just watched her with his eyes narrowed, as he had done in the bar. After so many years of the sea and wood permeating his senses, he could now almost smell a woman's excitement.

"Come here" he ordered, going in front of the helm. Camila obeyed him without really understanding.

Guilherme pressed two buttons and soon the glass windows that guaranteed a view of the horizon opened, allowing the strong sea breeze to enter the place, causing the stylist's hair to move out of control.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, holding the fabric of her blouse in place and laughing like a girl.

Guilherme smiled quietly at her reaction and held her hand lightly. She followed him without question and was soon at the helm, the captain behind her, placing her small, well-manicured hands on two segments of the large wooden wheel.

"Imagine that the sea is your life. It's where you came from and where you're going" he whispered, getting a little closer. Camila shrugged, too many sensations taking over her body at that moment. "With just a turn of your wrist, you can change absolutely everything and start from scratch in a new place. You have the decision-making power that your earthly life falsely gives you" the woman looked at every nuance of the crashing waves against the hull, each seagull flying over the pier, letting the blonde's words invade her thoughts.

She thought she had everything under control in her 5-year plan, but at that moment, she realized that she was actually just a hostage to fate. She could do her best and, in the end... she would remain in the hands of a greater force.

While Guilherme, on the other hand, contrary to what she thought, did have all the answers. He was master of his destiny, master of his path. He depended only on the waves and winds to go wherever he went, to take what he wanted, to be whoever he wanted to be. He was free as a bird, slippery as a fish.

It was the counterpoint to everything she expected and everything she knew. Her certainties were put to the test from the moment she realized that a man whose feet barely touched the ground had more security than her in her large apartment in Florence.

But for some reason, Camila felt at peace there. In the arms of a stranger, under the blue sky of Livorno, and with a rudder between her fingers. It felt so right, calm and peaceful, that she allowed herself to relax.

Adventure was what she lived every day, fighting to survive and shape the destiny with the decisions she made. That right there, on the other hand, felt like a refuge, an experience, an escape. One that she would make the most of and never look back.

"Now answer me, Camila: How can one not like what I do?" he finally concluded, letting her know why all that moment was built.

"Well... when you put it like that, it seems really wonderful" she smiled alone, resting her body on the man behind her, and turned her head just a little so she could look at him. "But it can’t be easy to spend days and months without any company".

Guilherme didn't need her to say the words to know that she wasn't referring to the sailors who worked with him.

"I can always count on beautiful finds at trading ports. Livorno, for example, is to be congratulated" Guilherme also turned his face, so that his words were directed exactly at Camila's mouth, which was slightly open due to flirtation.

She turned slowly, letting her body brush against the captain's without any shame, until she was face to face with him, her back against the helm.

"You still owe me a tour, sailor".

Although she was more than comfortable ending the fun right there, Camila was still curious about the rest of the man's "house", and she wasn't going to let that opportunity pass her by. He, however, had better ideas.

Any man in his position might have been impatient. They had gone there to have sex, that was clear to both of them from the moment they stepped onto the large anchorage. But Camila was postponing the moment in a delicious and tender torture, bittersweet even, that Guilherme might dislike.

However, like the good sailor he was, the captain knew how to navigate at the right speed to reach the objective without obstacles or changes in route. And that was why he already had a whole game of words drawn up in mind, something he was sure of: It would lead to a good amount of screams and grunts of the best kind: those that sound like his name.

"We can make a deal" the stylist raised an eyebrow, in silent questioning. "I'll show you every corner of my boat, my work, my life and interests... If you show me every part of you in return" he finished, making it clear with his eyes what he wanted.

"Every...?" Camila tried to understand, until her mind cleared. He wanted her to be naked. She smiled. What a handsome smart sailor he was. "And why would I do that, captain?"

"Besides the fact that you obviously want to..." Guilherme rolled his eyes, much to the younger girl's amusement. "We have a rule here at Calla Lilies".

Assuming that was the name of the boat, she decided to wind it up.

"A rule?"

"Yes" Guilherme's voice was thick and hoarse, in a way that made even mermaids grow legs so they could rub them against each other. "Invaders, people from outside, landmen and non-sailors, are stripped naked and taken to the mast so they can learn who the ship belongs to".

"Oh, really?" she smiled in disbelief. The man was bold and went after what he wanted, which at the moment was her. Camila was dying to get on his bandwagon. "Then I believe we have an agreement, captain."

Guilherme indicated the cabin door, so she could go ahead. As he closed the windows again and followed her, he thought about what she had said at the bar.

"How do you feel without any decision-making power over your next steps, Camila? Being out of your comfort zone?" she didn't need to think to answer him over her shoulder, already outside the cabin.

"Horny".

–

When they reached the deck, Camila was sure that the captain was right behind her. She was admiring the lush landscape of the port of Livorno, its white sand and clear waters.

She didn't notice when the man glued their bodies together, rubbing his hands on her arms in a warm affection. Camila felt goose bumps and listened to make sure they were alone. But Guilherme was already one step ahead, having dismissed the few sailors who remained behind while she explored the upper part of his ship.

He had a very mischievous smile as she softened to the erotic massage he was giving. The captain grabbed her arms and put them behind her body, almost like he had any intentions.

Camila was light and determined to try him on in that wonderful suit under the hot Livorno sky, still warm from the brief interaction they had in the cockpit. She counted to three before turning in the captain's arms and kissing him. That is, until she felt her wrists weren't obeying, being firmly tied together behind her.

"I said... That invaders are treated with a certain aphasia, didn't I?" he whispered, when she tried to free herself.

A thick rope prevented her from moving in a tightly secured nautical knot. She smiled quietly, admiring the fetishistic situation of being trapped with a man like that. Guilherme pulled the woman without protest to the mast that provided the ship with a plan B, in case the engines failed: the large and imposing sails.

"Are you really going to do what you promised?" she asked just in a tantrum, being sure that he would carry out what he said in an exceptionally... distorted way. After all, trespassers were punished, and she would be rewarded. With orgasms. Several, preferably.

The bound hands had to be moved, passing through her head, so that her back was glued to the large post. The rope was long enough so that he could pass it around the stylist's waist, keeping her attached to the mast and also so that he could place a significant piece in her well-shaped mouth, if he wanted.

He left her able to speak for now, for as long as he wanted to study her features intoxicated by the moment.

"No dear. I will do much more".

Guilherme looked around, feeling all the exposure that the clear late afternoon gave them and loving every minute of it. Then he decided that the whole situation had already excited him enough, and the same could be said about his guest, who moved her hips under the pole in a peculiar way that was not meant to break her free, but rather to provide some release to her wet pussy by rubbing the legs together.

"I have a feeling you'll be tempted to meet other ships when you leave this one" he commented amused, getting close enough to share his heat with her.

"What makes you think that? Do you think I'll want other perverted sailors tying me up on their decks?" she teased back, biting her lip anxiously about whatever he had planned to do to her.

"Not exactly... you see, once you have a captain you won't settle for mere sailors, servants. But I think you will look for similar adventures out there without a doubt" Guilherme finished tying her up, and could then release her wrists, since her arms were trapped from shoulder up to the elbows and all she could do now was stretch her hands on his body – which she was eager to feel.

"You think you're so good, don't you captain?"

Guilherme smiled mysteriously, feeling challenged. He'd known the woman would be a separate specimen when he recruited her at the bar, but her strong-willed personality was an unexpected delight.

"You tell me, Camila. When we're done here, tell me what you think, okay?" he winked and she raised her eyebrows, not understanding. Wasn't he going to say something like "I'm the best"? Didn't he...need that kind of self-centered statement?

She knew what he was going for, though. He was so, so good that he didn't need arrogance — his actions proved that for themselves.

Oh, she was so fucked. Literally.

"Now be quiet and let me explore the seas in peace, mermaid" he murmured, laughing a little at the phrase, his slitted eyes roaming over her petite body. He took the half-loose rope that was hanging around Camila's neck and passed it between the woman's mouth, muting her exclamations.

The rope didn't hurt her, but it was firm, preventing her from making the slightest movement. She didn't feel threatened by this, even though she only met the gentleman that day. On the contrary, the whole act was so sickly exciting.

Without thinking twice, Guilherme lowered himself as if he were going to ask her to marry him, staying crouched with one leg bent and all his weight on one knee. He laughed against Camila's leg, which made her move them impatiently and curiously. She could look down, but she preferred not to because the image of that man in the white suit and the slutty face next to such an especially hot place in her being at that moment was just too much.

Guilherme took another piece of rope from his pocket and tied Camila's ankles together as well, although they were loose from the mast. She no longer understood the logistics of it, but didn't protest when she felt the blonde's hands go up her legs, slowly feeling every piece of skin, making her pores tingle. He stopped them when he reached the girl's hips, her designer skirt already slightly raised, where his hands disappeared into. Guilherme laughed with noteworthy malice as he held the thin sides of the lace panties and unraveled them in his dexterous fingers until it was a meaningless piece of cloth lying on the deck's floor.

Camila thought she had tried to protest under her gagged lips, but the truth was that if she had been free to speak, what would have escaped her mouth would have been a moan and not a complaint. Each and every movement of the captain was filled with an innate sensuality and elegance, and she couldn't wait for more demonstrations.

Once without the fabric that prevented him from reaching the source of his destruction, Guilherme passed her trapped ankles under his own head, lifting Camila off the ground. She murmured some inaudible exclamation of fright, watching her calves resting on the man's shoulders, and his eyes face-to-face with the pink pussy that pulsed between her legs.

The captain smiled one more of his characteristic slutty smiles, and went between kisses and hickeys on the designer's legs, getting close to the treasure. He bit her groin, making her shake in the grip of the ropes, and finally he fell face first into the wet paradise that was her folds.

Guilherme had always loved giving his partners oral. He considered himself an unscrupulous man, with a strong taste for pleasing and a fine palate. And there was nothing better than the taste of a pussy aching with lust.

He drank in the excitement that stained the woman's slit, trembling his tongue and kissing it as if it were her mouth. He fished for something inside Camila as if he had a hook inside his lips, and she saw stars. The clit was then assaulted and abused, between energetic bites and sucks that left it even more swollen and even pinker, just the way he enjoyed it.

Camila was grateful for the rope she had as a gag between her teeth, as she was sure her screams of lust would be so loud without it that they could hear it all the way to Florence. The knot – this one just symbolic – that tightened inside her belly grew out of control with the wonders that Guilherme was doing to her with his mouth, and the entire trapped body prevented her from shaking and convulsing as she was used to doing, which made the orgasm that exploded infinitely more intense.

Momentarily satisfied when he saw the girl crying and getting wetter after what seemed like just a few seconds of pleasure, Guilherme stood up, passing her open legs all over his body until they were positioned firmly on his hips. Because she was clinging so tightly to the pole, Camila didn't even move an inch, taking advantage of the delicious spasms that were taking over her body, although she consciously rested her joined ankles under the blonde's muscular ass.

The captain did the favor of getting rid of his white suit with patience and warmth, just so that she could have the pleasure of observing in the smallest details, every contour of his muscles, the full bulges of his belly, the large veins on his arms, the inhuman entrances on his groin, the few scars from nautical accidents and the many tattoos of mermaids, boats and anchors that painted and drew the sculptural body burned by the sun of the high seas.

If her face was already full of tears from the orgasm, the sight of that god Triton in front of her did the favor of founding a new ocean under her eyelids.

Guilherme then ripped the gag out of her mouth and stuck his fingers in its place, at the same time as he moved suspiciously. When he finally had her silent again the way he wanted, he thrust himself completely inside Camila, tearing her sensitive but extremely receptive insides.

The moan she managed to let out was more like a howl.

She didn't know if werewolves, vampires, mermaids, gods, and whatever else were real... But that cock inside her definitely couldn't be.

Guilherme needed to change his name to Columbus, because she was sure he had discovered the Americas.

Maybe it was a combination of elements, such as the position, the lack of warning, the tightness after cumming, the bondage that held her body, or not being able to scream as she wanted... Or maybe it was actually the power of the sea breeze blurring her thoughts and leaving her even more susceptible to the obvious charms of that wonderfully instigating sailor.

Guilherme laughed against her face, coming in and out with vigor, forcing her to get used to the idea of ​​a new powerful orgasm being forming in her core. He came and went countless times in a row, and Camila threw her head against the pole, trying to be strong and not faint from such endless pleasure.

She didn't think it could get any better, until he took his moistened fingers out of her mouth and brought them to the space between their bodies, rubbing the designer's clit, who was now free to curse all the men in the world who couldn't come close to being Captain Guilherme Pagani.

Of course, that brief moment of freedom didn't last under the hard and rough hands of the blonde, who took the unoccupied one to the younger girl's face, pressing her cheeks and bringing her mouth to his. 

Guilherme tasted like cigar, rum and the sea, and strangely it was an erotic combination that twisted the hair on the back of the stylist's neck, who hungrily took in every piece of fleshy lip, every movement of his tongue with traces of his excitement, demanding everything he could give and a little more.

For him, it was extremely maddening to see a woman of Camila's class trapped, restrained under his ropes, receiving his cock like a spell, under the sun and exposure of the once calm and happy city of Livorno.

Never again would that port be looked at in the same way.

Guilherme felt himself sweating and howling, coming too close to release without having taken her to the bottom of the sea and back a second time, and he hurried to hold back the explosion, watching in the tense lines of the woman's face as she did the same.

"Camila, listen to me..." he called, his voice coming out choppy with pleasure and being uttered directly into her half-open mouth, being interrupted by desperate whimpers and misty chants. But he had her full attention, as it would be no different having her entire body at his disposal. "I am your captain and I order you to cum now."

"Ah, holy mother of the seas", Camila screamed in thought, before squeezing herself completely, ricocheting and kicking in yet another orgasm, absurdly more intense than the previous one.

The man owned her pussy, apparently. He ordered and she was there, with her legs open and her uterus contorted into a thousand and one brilliant constellations of satisfaction and beauty.

He also spilled himself then, slippery as a fish, he was already out of her, tying the condom with another one of his knots. After wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead, he released her from her bonds. Camila fell limp and exhausted into the captain's still wonderfully exposed arms, being cradled in his lap and carried in silence back to the cockpit, where she had a few hours to rest her aching body.

"You should spend a month here on the ship. I'm sure your desire for adventure and obsession with planning would be well handled" Guilherme commented, after he noticed her moving in the white leather chair, after a well-deserved sleep.

"Is this an invitation by any chance, sailor?" Camila purred, adjusting her skirt without her panties and standing up.

"Far from me to think such an honored guest is a bad thing" he replied, maliciously, hugging her around the waist and bringing their bodies together.

"I'll tell you that it's a tempting proposal..." the designer kissed the corner of the captain's mouth, stealing a little more of its addictive flavor for herself. "But something tells me that I've had enough of the sea air and you've had enough of dry land".

Guilherme smiled firmly at her, nodding in agreement.

"Well... we will always have Livorno".

Camila laughed, watching through the glass windows as it had already turned into night outside the boat, making the temperature more comfortable and announcing the end of her vacation. Until she remembered the commercial exchange that the captain would have in her hometown the next day.

"And Florence in the morning".

Guilherme bit his lip to contain another smile, he held the girl's chin with two fingers and lifted it so that he could place another wet kiss on her mouth.

"Now come on!" he joked, clapping his hands as if shooing her away. "I heard that the captain of this ship is very angry and that he punishes invaders very severely. We don't want this to happen to the beautiful Italian, do we?"

Camila laughed and jumped towards the door that would take her back to the port, whispering provocatively over her shoulder before disappearing:

"I wouldn't be so sure..."