When the sun had surfaced above the sea, Cecil ended our sexual intercourse and took me to have a bath.
There was one connected to the captain's cabin; it was just downstairs on the deck. A large bathtub made from wood lay there, and we cleaned ourselves together.
Cecil was scrapping my semen out of her pussy in a smaller bathtub on the side, so the water wouldn't get dirty or anything. She was already sober but still clingy to me, hugging me from behind and pushing her breasts against my back as we submerged.
"Sorry, boy. Was that too hard for you? I was drunk and aroused at the same time, so I went too far and continued until morning."
"No, it's not a problem." I shook my hand, looking at her over my shoulder. I wasn't used to being treated like this, and I certainly didn't like it.
'I have come to terms with being a sadist, so being treated like this makes me uncomfortable.'