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The Captain's Glance

by @mysticdragoncapt
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17 chapters
~43 min read

Captain Bethany Walker’s command is secure, her unconventional life with Captain Miller and his wife a settled, fulfilling chapter—until the new second mate, Maureen, steps aboard. Now, every stolen glance at the woman’s form in her work clothes reignites a dangerous, familiar hunger. Beth must decide if she will let history repeat itself from the other side of the power dynamic.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Maureen 'Mo' O'Connell

Maureen 'Mo' O'Connell

A petite, wiry new Second Mate in her early twenties, all coiled energy and efficiency. Her long, fiery curls are a wild contrast to her neat uniform, her slight frame deceptively strong from years of deck work. The worn fabric of her work pants hugs a tight, compact ass, and the outline of her small breasts under her shirt is a detail Beth finds herself cataloging against her will.

KM

Katie Miller

A 35-year-old with a cascade of curly blonde hair and a voluptuous figure she knows her husband adores. Her 36DD breasts with their large pink areolas and readily hard nipples are a point of shared pride, matched by her neatly trimmed dark bush. She possesses a radiant, willing sexuality, often dressing in the luxurious lingerie George buys her, finding power and connection in pleasing him even across an ocean.

GM

George Miller

A 40-year-old merchant ship captain with salt-and-pepper hair at his temples and the weathered, capable hands of a man who's spent two decades at sea. His broad shoulders fill out his crisp white uniform shirt, but his gaze often drifts with a restless hunger, especially when a certain second mate walks by. He carries the quiet authority of command, yet beneath it simmers a secret fetish for women's lingerie and the thrill of the forbidden.

Bethany 'Beth' Walker

Bethany 'Beth' Walker

A 30-year-old second mate with a petite, a lean former dancers body that her practical ship's attire can't fully conceal. Dirty blonde hair falls to the middle of her back, often escaping its practical tie, and her blue eyes behind glasses miss nothing. She moves with a confident efficiency born of skill, but alone in her stateroom, her body tells a different story—a taut, responsive landscape of flushed skin and desperate need, currently haunted by the captain's phantom touch.

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