The Kept Woman
a NC-17 SamSon story

Part I — The Kept Woman

When he first suggested it, Sam was outraged. She yelled, "I'm not your wife, and I'm certainly not your whore!" after flinging an ashtray at Sonny's head. Used to having objects hurled at him, Sonny deftly ducked aside. "What is she so mad about?" he wondered. He had only offered to set her up in a nice place, get her a car and driver, and make sure all her needs were taken care of. "Of course you're not my whore!" he yelled back. "Why would you say such a thing?" "That's what it sounded like," Sam pouted, tears pooling in her eyes. She could already feel herself falling for him. After they'd made love for the first time, she felt like she'd been re-born. Nothing, and no one, had ever been as satisfying. And yet, she wanted more…a lot more. Sonny gladly obliged, and the second round soon turned into a third. Then, they were interrupted by Sonny's enforcer, Jason Morgan, who tracked Sonny down to talk business. Sam assumed Sonny had to go, and got out of bed and dressed while Sonny and Jason talked in the hall. But Sonny insisted he didn't have to leave. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes. And I'm glad we had this little misunderstanding." "You are?" Sonny nodded, "yes. Because now I get to undress you again." Sam's knees almost gave way as he took her into deep kiss.

They found their way back to bed, and commenced round four. Afterwards, Sonny got up and started to dress. That's when he made the suggestion, and Sam freaked. "Sam…I just want to make sure you're taken care of," Sonny explained. "I know you don't have any money, since the treasure got taken from you." Sam found herself unable to lie to him. "Uh…yeah…about that." Sonny waited patiently for her to continue. "I found the person who took it, and made a deal with them. I'm going to get a cut." "Great," Sonny replied; "but I still want to get you a nice place to live…a place we can meet." Sam softened; that sounded good to her. And she was thrilled that Sonny wasn't pressing her for more information on who she was sharing the treasure with. "OK," she told him with a smile. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Sonny was pleased. He wanted nothing more at this point in his life than to take care of business, his children, and spend time with a warm, sexy, vibrant woman, who didn't want his soul. "OK, so I'll take care of everything," he said, walking over to the bed to give her a final kiss goodbye. "When will I see you again?" Sam heard herself asking; despite promising herself she wouldn't push things. She knew Sonny was in a lot of pain over his wife's betrayal. She needed to give him time and space. "No plans, remember?" Sonny replied. "Yeah…live for the moment. I remember," Sam answered. And then, he was gone. Sam sank back against the pillows and sighed. She reached down and touched herself. She was sore from all the lovemaking; Sonny was strong and very skilled in bed. But still, she found herself aching in a more pleasant way. "He just took you four times Sam!" she scolded herself. She already knew; she'd never get enough of him.

Part 2 — The Dinner

Sam studied herself in the full-length mirror. Sonny was on his way over to pick her up, and she wanted to look her best. He was taking her out, in public, for the first time since their relationship began. They'd been seeing each other steadily over the past three weeks. Sonny would call and check if she was home; and then, he come over. The truth was, Sam was home a lot hoping he'd call. She wasn't getting much salvage work, since it was bitterly cold out and not the best time to go diving. And since Helena had kept her word and given her a cut of the treasure, Sam wasn't hurting for money. Sonny had wanted to open a bank account for her, but she refused. She did let him pay for the luxury apartment she now lived in. It was only a few blocks from Harborview Towers, and allowed them to spend many splendid nights together, getting tangled up in the sheets.

"You look good," Sam commented to herself. She was wearing a short, tight, black dress that left nothing to the imagination. Underneath, all she wore was a black thong, as well as black pumps on her feet. She was nervous about the evening; not because they were going out to dinner, but because of where they were going. Even with her short time in Port Charles, Sam knew what kind of place the No Name was. It was a mob hangout, and seeing how Sonny was the boss, she knew they'd get a lot of attention while there. The sound of a key in the door jarred her from her thoughts. Normally, the doorman would call up to the tenants when they had visitors, but Sonny Corinthos did not need to be announced. After all, it was his name on the apartment lease, and he was, well, Sonny Corinthos. Sonny opened the door and entered. He smiled when he saw Sam; she looked beautiful. He closed the door, and walked over to give her a kiss. "You look fantastic baby," he told her in a strained voice. Sam knew the tone well. She knew it meant she was going to get ravaged. She kissed him back, and then took his hand and started guiding him towards the bedroom. "Hold up; wrong way," Sonny told her. Sam stopped and turned back to him. "But I thought you wanted…" "Oh I do, believe me. But I've got very specific plans for us tonight." Sam shuddered; whatever the plans were, she knew she'd like them.

Sonny led her back into the living room. Then he took a step back and looked her over again. "What have you got on under that dress Samantha?" Sam turned three shades of red. For such a worldly woman, she lost all composure around Sonny. "Not much," she replied. "Show me," Sonny demanded. With trembling hands, Sam scooted the bottom of her dress up to her hips. Sonny groaned. "Those need to come off," he informed her. Sam lost the ability to speak or move, and just stood there. "I'll do it," Sonny added. He reached down, and snaked his thumbs under each side of her thong. Then, he slowly lowered it to the ground. "Step out of it." She did, and he picked it up, stood, and put it in his suit coat pocket. Then, he smoothed her dress back down her body. "Now, we can go," he said, turning for the door. Sam's legs were trembling and she said, "Sonny…no we can't." He turned back, "why not?" "I need you…right now!" She was so aroused she didn't think she could last another minute without him making love to her. Sonny chuckled, "come on. I promise you won't be sorry." He put out his hand, and she took it.

Sam didn't even notice Sonny pulling his driver aside as she got into the limo. "Take a slow drive around the lake," he instructed. The driver nodded his head, but held back any editorial comments. He knew better. Sonny climbed in back with Sam. As the car pulled away from the curb, Sonny quickly took off his coat, and helped Sam do the same. Then, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply, as his hands caressed her whole body. Sam practically purred with joy. She ran her hands through his hair, and grabbed onto his curls, while he cupped her breasts through her dress. Then he pulled back and said, "this dress needs to come off, now." Sam scrambled off him, peeled the dress off, and then went to her knees in front of him. "And so do these," she said breathlessly, meaning his pants. Sonny watched intently as she undid his belt buckle, and then lowered his zipper. The urgency overcame him, and lifted his hips up to pull his pants, and black boxer-briefs, down to his ankles. He stood hard and ready for her attention, which came quickly as Sam lowered her head and took him fully into her mouth. "Oh yeah," Sonny groaned. He was thrilled to have found Sam. Not only was she an amazing, attentive lover, but he genuinely liked her, and they had what felt like a solid friendship building between them.

Sam didn't remain on her knees for long; she wanted to feel him inside of her. So, she moved up, straddled his lap, and guided him to her waiting sex. "Take it all in baby," Sonny told her. Sam slowly lowered herself down onto him, moaning "ooooooh!" as she went. He filled her so completely, she often wondered if she could take it all. But she could, and did with gusto. She began riding up and down, as Sonny cupped her shapely rear in his strong hands. "Oh God Sonny…it's so good!" "It sure is," Sonny replied, kissing her. Not knowing they were going on a long detour, Sam prayed that the car wouldn't stop before she climaxed. It didn't take long however; "Sonny, I'm cumming!" she wailed. Sonny responded by taking one of her breasts into his mouth; his tongue flicking over her nipple repeatedly. Everything exploded for Sam as she careened over the edge. She almost passed out from the intensity. Sonny waited until she'd come through it, and then started thrusting up from underneath her to find his own release. Sam whispered encouragements in his ear; "cum for me baby…fill me up…" And he did.

Part 3 — Dessert

Sam and Sonny straightened their clothes out as the limo pulled to a stop. "How do I look?" Sam asked Sonny; wondering how wrinkled her dress was. He gave her a sly grin, and replied, "satisfied." Sam couldn't help but laugh. "I meant my dress…but yes, I am that! How could I not be with you?" Sonny winked at her, and squeezed her hand. He was having a hard time telling Sam what she meant to him; how good he felt when he was with her. It was just too hard to open himself up like that again; he wasn't sure if he ever could. But he planned to show her how much he enjoyed her company, and that was partly why he was taking her out to dinner. He knew she deserved more than waiting around for him in her apartment. Sonny's driver opened the back door, and Sam scrambled out, followed by Sonny. Then, the driver hurried over to the front of the non-descript building they now stood in front of. "So this is the famous No Name?" Sam muttered. "What?" Sonny asked, not hearing what she'd said. "Nothing!" Sam answered louder. The door was opened for them, and Sonny put his arm around her waist as they entered. They were immediately greeted by the Maitra'D.

"Mr. Corinthos! What an honor!" "Rico," Sonny replied with a nod of the head; "been a long time." "Yes sir it has. But we know how busy you are." "That's right," Sonny said. He knew what the man really meant. It was next to impossible to keep a personal secret in the underworld circles, and he was sure everyone knew about Alcazar and Carly. But, they also knew that Mr. Corinthos had a sexy new companion. "This is Ms. McCall," Sonny informed the man. "Good evening Ms. McCall. Welcome, welcome." Sam gave the older man a smile. He led them to a large table at the back of the restaurant. "Your table sir," Rico said, holding the chair out for Sam. They sat, and took the menus. "I'll bring the wine you requested sir," Rico informed Sonny. And then, he was gone. Sam looked around, and then back to Sonny. "Such a big table for just the two of us," she commented. "This is my table," Sonny replied. "What, you mean this is always your table when you come here?" Sonny shook his head. "No, I mean this is my table. No one else sits here, ever." Sam was impressed, and a bit intimidated. She'd seen Sonny's dangerous side more than once; when he took her hostage to escape Alcazar's trap; when he killed Ben on Azure Keys; but, she hadn't really seen his power until now.

They perused the menu while Rico, who had returned, poured the wine. "The lobster is excellent," Sonny told Sam. "Sounds great," she replied. "Make it for two," Sonny ordered Rico. "Yes sir." He disappeared again, and Sonny smiled at Sam. "You look beautiful tonight." Sam blushed, again. "Thank you," she whispered back. "You look very handsome…as usual." Sonny beamed, and leaned over to kiss her. "Ahem…" they broke apart at the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was one of Sonny's men. "What?" Sonny asked, irritated at the interruption. "S…sorry boss. I just need a minute." Sonny sighed in exasperation, and excused himself to Sam, "I'll be right back." He got up, and walked off. Sam continued to look around the restaurant. It was moderately busy, with most people seated at the bar. Including one man, who was staring at her. When she looked his way, he puckered his mouth and made a kissing motion. "Ugh," Sam thought; "how tacky." She looked down at the table, and then up in the direction that Sonny had walked off in. He was still talking intently with his man…and looking quite upset. Sam swallowed, hoping nothing was wrong. She looked away and her eye caught the man at the bar again. He was walking over to her. "Oh no," she thought. "Hey there gorgeous," the man slurred. "Go away," Sam quickly told him. "Aw come on! Don't be like that!" He reached out a hand to touch her. His arm was quickly bent behind his back. "Owwwwwww!" he wailed. "You think that hurts?" Sonny growled. He pulled the man back over to the bar, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed him forward onto it, smashing a glass that sat there in the process. The man was knocked unconscious. "Now that hurts," Sonny commented. He let go of the man, who dropped instantly to the floor. "Someone take this trash out of here!" Sonny commanded. Several men ran forward to do his bidding. Sonny tried to compose himself before returning to the table. He looked at Sam, who was sitting perfectly still, staring at him. He walked back to her, and sat down. "Let's eat," he said. "OK," Sam whispered. If he wasn't going to talk about what just happened, she certainly wasn't. But the fact was, what he did thrilled her. "He does care about me," she thought. Their dinners had already arrived, and they ate in relative silence.

Rico, who had been hovering all night, re-appeared at the table. "How was your meal sir?" "Fine," Sonny answered. "Great," Sam answered. "The chef has a lovely chocolate soufflé, if you'd care for dessert," Rico added. Sam looked at Sonny. They'd hardly spoken through dinner, and she could tell he was still angry. She wasn't sure if he was angry at her, or at the man he had beaten…and she was too afraid to ask. Sonny looked into her eyes, and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You have a choice to make. We can stay, and have the chocolate soufflé, or…I can take you home, peel that dress off your gorgeous body, lay you out on the dining room table, pull up a chair, and have you for dessert." Sam's eyes closed and her mouth fell open as he spoke. She sat frozen for a few moments, unable to reply. Sonny chuckled, and righted himself in his seat. Then, Sam abruptly stood up. She told Rico, "no dessert, thanks." Sonny stood as well, and said, "bring me the bill."

Later…Sam was shaking uncontrollably. Sonny had been licking her with slow, steady strokes for what felt like an eternity. Her juices were dribbling down her thigh. She had her arms above her head, holding onto the back side of the table. Every time she approached climax, he would vary his technique ever so slightly and prevent her from going over. She didn't know how much more she could take. "Oh God Sonny…please…please!" Sonny ignored her, and ran his tongue over her swollen nub, causing her body to actually lift of the table. "Please…make love to me…I'll do anything you want," she begged. Sonny stopped licking her and smiled. He was planning to do just that, he just wanted to drive her mad first. He needed to teach her, to show her, that she belonged to him. When he saw that man, who actually worked in his organization, trying to touch her, he everything went red. He wouldn't tolerate that from anyone, let alone one of his own people. But he would deal with that loser again tomorrow. Tonight, he would make sure Sam knew the deal. He stood up, pushing his chair back from the table. Sam watched him through eyes that were barely more than slits, caressing her own breasts with her hands. Sonny quickly undressed, then ran his arms under her legs and lifted them up and back towards her chest. Then, he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, and to him. Without any aid, he plunged into her. "Yes!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. Sonny immediately began thrusting hard and fast, and Sam knew she'd find her release quickly. "Who do you belong to Sam?" Sonny demanded in a deep, throaty voice. "You," she whispered. "I can't hear you." "You!" "Me, who?" "You, Sonny!" "You belong to Sonny Corinthos, don't you?" "Yes!!!!!!!" "Say it!" "I belong…to…ahhh…Sonny…ahhh…Corinthos!" "Say it again!" "I belong to Sonny Corinthos!" "And again!" "I belong…oh God I'm cumming…to Sonny…Corinthos!! Ahhhhhhh!!" "Don't ever forget it!!" Sonny yelled as he exploded inside of her.

Part 4 — Busted

Sonny was glad he wrapped his business trip up quickly and could return home. Originally, he had told Sam he'd be out of town for two nights, but here he was, flying back on the second one. Since Courtney and Leticia were home with the boys, Sonny decided to head straight to Sam's apartment to see her. He'd missed her. "Next time," he told himself, "I'll take her with me." But when he arrived, and let himself in, the place was empty and dark. Sonny turned on the lights, and looked at his watch. It was 11 PM. "Where the hell is she?" he wondered. He took out his cell phone, and dialed hers, while pouring himself a drink. The call went directly into her voice mail. Sonny hung up, upset. He automatically thought the worst; that she was out with another man. He couldn't help it; he has always been suspicious; always expecting to be betrayed. Sonny sat down on the couch, nursed his drink, and waited.

Two hours later, Sam stumbled in the door, and saw him sitting there. "Sonny!!!" she slurred, and ran over, throwing herself on top of him. "You're not sup…posed to be home," she giggled, kissing him on the cheek. "That's right," Sonny responded; "but you were. Where were you?" Sam looked at him through half-closed eyes. "I…I had a f..few drinks," she answered, still having trouble speaking. "I can see that. With who?" Sam jumped off him, "I have to pee!" She ran for the bathroom. Sonny glared at her back as she left the room. He didn't like her avoiding the question. He got up and went into the kitchen to make coffee. When Sam came out he asked her the question again. "So, who were you drinking with Sam?" "A friend…Sonny…I missed you…you're so sexy…" She tried to hug him, but he stopped her. "What friend?" he asked, staring into her eyes. "Penny," Sam told him. "The waitress from Kelly's?" Sam nodded her head. "Yeah, we've been hanging out sometimes." Sonny started to relax. "Oh, OK. Here, drink some coffee, and tell me about your girl's night out."

Sam reluctantly took the cup of coffee. She didn't want to tell Sonny about her night; she wanted to take Sonny to bed and show him how much she missed him. But, she was a bit tipsy, so she went along with his wishes. "We went to Jake's," she began. "I don't want you going there!" Sonny exclaimed. "Why…why not?" "Because it's a hangout for lowlifes. I don't want them even looking at you." "You're so sexy when you're jealous," Sam purred, trying to kiss him again. "Don't play with me little girl," Sonny warned. "I'm not!" Sam replied, concerned at his demeanor. "Sonny, I swear, I didn't even talk to any men there. We had some drinks, shot some pool, and then left." "At one in the morning," Sonny commented. "Uh…not exactly." "What does that mean?" "We left there earlier." "And went where?" Sam turned and walked back into the living room. "Um…" Sonny followed her. "OK Sam, it's like this. You tell me where you were, and what you were doing, or we're going to have a major problem here." Sam knew she had no choice but to fess up. It wasn't like he wouldn't find out anyway…she knew he would very shortly. She faced him, and looked him in the eyes. "I did something that I can't take back. I hope you're not upset with me. Here, I'll show you." Sonny was confused, and became even more so, when she turned back around, unfastened her pants, and started pulling them down. She looked over her shoulder at him; "that's what I was doing." Sonny stared at her thong-clad ass. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at. It was a tattoo; a heart, with a banner across it. He took a step closer, and looked again. His name ran across the banner. His face broke into a wide grin. "You tattooed my name on your ass? Aw baby, that's so sweet!" Sam laughed and started to turn. Sonny stopped her. "No, no, wait. I want you to stay just like that. I'm enjoying the view very much here." Sam knew he was about to show her how much.

It wasn't long until Sonny had all Sam's clothes off, and his own, and they were lying together in bed. Sam was on her stomach, and Sonny was kissing and caressing her ass, concentrating on the tattooed area. "That must have hurt." "It did, but I was pretty toasted, so it wasn't too bad." Then, Sonny thought about who gave her the tattoo. "Wait a minute…where'd you get this?" Had another man been touching her ass? Sam knew immediately what he was asking about, and quickly reassured him, "don't worry. I got it from a woman on Pearl Street. She's got a really famous place." "You mean Clara?" "You know her?" Sam asked. Sonny smiled, "quite well actually." "Do I want to hear this?" Sonny kept massaging Sam's ass as he told her the story. "You've seen my tattoo," he stated. "Yeah, obviously," Sam retorted. "Yeah well, I got it one night when Carly and I were first separated a couple of years ago." Sam interrupted him, "I didn't know you had split up before." "Well, now you know. Anyway…I was feeling very restless one night, and decided to go get a tattoo. It was something I'd thought about for a long time, but had never done. I'd heard about Clara's place…my people had collected from her for a long time." "I'm sorry," Sam interrupted again; "collected?" "Protection," Sonny told her. Sam shivered slightly. Sometimes she'd forget that Sonny was a mob boss…but then something would happen, or something would be said, that would remind her. "So, I went in for the tattoo. And as she was doing it, I noticed she kept looking at my chest." Sam snorted, "gee, what a surprise!" Sonny laughed; he liked the jealous tone in her voice. "So I asked her if she liked what she saw. And of course, she said 'yes…I'd like to show you how much.'" "I'm going back there and smack that bitch up!" Sam cried. Sonny playfully gummed her ass cheek. "Baby, that was way before we even knew each other." Sam put her face in her pillow and pouted. "Aw…you don't want to hear any more I guess?" Sonny teased. "No!" Sam declared into the pillow. "Too bad…she finished the tattoo, and then rode me like a stallion." "I'm not listening!" Sam yelled. Sonny laughed, and moved up, covering her body with his. He moved the hair from her face and neck, and started sucking on that spot behind her ear that drove her crazy. "That's not fair," Sam whispered. "Come on baby, don't be mad…you're not even any good at it," Sonny told her.

Sam laughed, and turned underneath him as Sonny propped himself up on his forearms. "Shut up and f*ck me," Sam said. Sonny feigned shock, "are you telling me what to do?" "Yes!" "Hmmm, I think you need a little reminding of who's the boss around here," Sonny teased. He took her mouth into a fierce kiss, and Sam moaned and dug her fingers into his strong shoulders. "Turn back over," Sonny told her. "Why?" "Because I want to f*ck you while I look at my name branded on your ass…that's why." He didn't have to ask…tell…her twice. Sam loved when he entered her from behind…he went so much deeper, and could thrust that much harder in that position. "Yes sir!" She turned, and got up on her hands and knees. Sonny kissed the side of her face, and then coaxed her to rest her torso on the bed, leaving her ass propped up as high as it could go. "That's it," Sonny growled. He reached down and stroked between her legs, and, not surprisingly, found her wet and ready for him. He guided his raging hard on into her, and Sam groaned loudly as he filled her up. Sonny took one ass cheek in each hand and started moving. "I really missed you Sonny," Sam told him. "I missed you too Sam…I really did."

Part 5— Rock the Boat

Sonny stood and surveyed the docks. It never ceased to amaze him how far he'd come in life, and that he now controlled all access to Port Charles Harbor. He also controlled the Harbor Master; so when he decided to move to California, the first person he informed was Sonny. Sonny wasn't happy; he knew he'd have to break the new guy in. And there was always a chance he wouldn't want to cooperate. But when they met, Sonny was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the man fell in line. "I know who you are sir, and I know what my real job here is!" "Good to hear," Sonny replied; "saves me the trouble of educating you." The man was glad too; he didn't want to be "educated" by Sonny Corinthos.

A week later, Sonny was back down on the docks because the Harbor Master told him they had a problem. "What's wrong?" The man pointed to a run down boat, tied to the dock. "That's what's wrong. The bitch that owns that thing thinks she can just dock there. I told her she can't, and that there'd be big trouble if she didn't move it. And she told me to go f*ck myself." Sonny studied the boat. Although he'd never actually seen Sam's boat, he knew instinctively it was hers. He was upset she didn't tell him she was taking it out of dry dock and putting it back in the water. Sonny was constantly struggling with Sam's need to be independent, and his need to keep her safe and well taken care of. He turned back to the Harbor Master, who was about to get the brunt of his anger...not that he didn't have it coming himself for calling Sam a "bitch." Sonny stepped over to him, and gave him a look that sent shudders through the Harbor Master's whole body. "The lady who own that boat, is my woman. If I ever hear you talk about her like that again, you'd better plan a move to California like your predecessor. You understand me?" The man silently nodded his head, and inwardly thought, "please don't kill me." "Now," Sonny continued, "Ms. McCall can dock her boat here for as long as she wants. And it's your job to make sure nothing and no one bothers her. Understand that?" Again, the man nodded.

"Sonny?" Both men turned at the sound of Sam's voice. She had just emerged from the boat. "Come 'ere," Sonny told her. Sam walked over. Sonny turned back to the Harbor Master, and stared at him. The man quickly got the hint, and apologized to Sam. "Uh...I'm sorry for the misunderstanding Ms. McCall. Obviously, there's no problem with you docking here." Sonny looked at Sam to see if the apology was sufficient. She said, "thanks," so he assumed it was. Still looking at Sam, Sonny dismissed the man. "We're through here." He hurried off, thanking his lucky stars. Sonny stared into Sam's eyes. "If you had told me you were putting your boat in the water, this could have all been avoided." Sam shrugged, "it's not a big deal. If he said anything else to me, I was going to call you." "Yeah?" "Yes Sonny, I promise." Sonny accepted that she was being truthful. "OK." Sam leaned in and kissed him, and then said, "so...let's go to the apartment." Every time she saw Sonny, she couldn't wait to get him into bed. He was that hot. Of course, Sonny felt the same way about her, and now, he didn't want to wait until they went back to her place. He started backing Sam up towards the boat. "What are you doing?" Sam asked, with a grin on her face. "Give me a tour," Sonny replied. Sam laughed; she knew exactly what Sonny wanted a tour of...her body. She took his hand and led him down the dock and onto the boat. It only took a few minutes to show him around; there wasn't much to it...afterall, it was a salvage vessel. But it did have a cabin where she'd slept sometimes before getting involved with Sonny, and that's where they ended up. "So...there's nothing exciting about this boat," Sam stated. Sonny grinned, "I wouldn't say that; you're on it." Sam laughed, and took him into an embrace. She whispered into his ear, "so, are we going to get busy here, or should we head home? I want you inside of me as soon as possible." Sonny groaned and replied, "we'll get busy here. I want to rock this boat."

A short while later, he was doing just that. They were both naked, and Sonny was holding Sam up in his strong arms; her back against the outer cabin wall. He was nestled deeply inside of her, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Sonny moved with steady, strong strokes, and the boat gently rocked with each one. They made love quietly, listening to the sound of the lake water sloshing against the boat as it moved. Sam's head lolled to the side and Sonny buried his face in her neck. Not wanting to disturb the moment, Sam whispered quietly, "you're so good baby...I'm cumming." Sonny groaned in reply, knowing he would release with her. He did, and they moaned together. They stayed like that for a while, and the boat continued to rock back and forth. Sonny looked deeply into Sam's eyes. "I want you again." Outside on the docks, the Harbor Master had been watching in envy as the salvage boat rolled in the water...water that was perfectly calm.