[F4M] – They told me to behave at the yacht party. You made me crawl for it.

Daddy’s business partner was throwing a little “celebration at sea.” White dress code. Champagne flutes. Paparazzi watching from the dock.

I was supposed to smile. Make polite conversation. Cross my ankles and pretend I didn’t notice your hand on my thigh under the dinner table.

But I did notice.

And when you tugged me downstairs, past the staff rooms, into that narrow corridor where the engine throbbed louder than my pulse I didn’t resist.

You bent me over a supply crate. Flipped my dress. Pulled my thong to the side and said, “You’re gonna thank me with your throat.”

You didn’t care about the cameras. About the guest list. You fucked me with the kind of filth that strips names from bloodlines.

Now every time I see a white dress, I remember how you shoved my mascara-streaked face down and came in my mouth while the yacht rocked softly against the waves.

Charm school didn’t teach me how to gag.

You did.

Yes: rough use, dirty talk, public scenes, forced composure, entitlement play

No: incest, piss, gore, scat