by Jill Shannon
Yvonne wasn’t ready to leave, when Queenie met her in her cabin before dinner that first night. Otherwise she would have been seated next to Cameron at dinner.
But none of that mattered now, and Yvonne’s usefulness was coming to an end. Queenie knew how Yvonne felt about her. Not that Queenie didn’t mind swinging both ways, but Yvonne was only a means to an end.
The night Queenie had planned her meeting with Yvonne, it had worked perfectly. Yvonne came from another sickly wealthy family. Her father was a highly renowned plastic surgeon, and no one was allowed to know anything about her BDSM lifestyle.
Thinking back to the first night Queenie had intentionally bumped into Yvonne at a nightclub, it had changed both their lives. Queenie had bought her a drink to apologize for bumping into her, and that was all it took. They started talking and Yvonne needed to go to the ladies’ room, Queenie told her she would hold their seats and watch her drink. By the time Yvonne had gotten back to her seat, Queenie had roofied her drink. Just enough to get her talking freely.
Yvonne had told her that she had always wanted to go to a BDSM club, but she was scared that if her family ever found out they would disown her. That was all it took for Queenie to put her plan in motion to turn Yvonne into her own ATM machine, as well as a new face that Cameron would never recognize.
They had exchanged numbers and had talked all week about getting together over the up coming weekend. Queenie had reserved a room at the BDSM club where she was a member. When she had learned that Cameron had become a Master, Queenie had found out everything she could about the lifestyle.
She had Yvonne tell her parents she was going away for the weekend with her and met her at her apartment. When Yvonne got there, Queenie told her what they were going to do.
“I have a surprise for you, I found a BSDM club that we can go to, if you want.” Everything had to be Yvonne’s decision.
Yvonne turned to look at Queenie. “What are you talking about? I don’t want to go to a BDSM club!” She tried to sound angry, but Queenie also heard a hint of excitement.
“Yes, you do. You told me the first night we met. I’ve put a lot of effort into making this happen, but if you don’t want to.” Queenie reached for her phone.
Yvonne rushed to her stopping her from picking up the phone. “Wait a minute, what are you talking about? I don’t remember telling you that.”
“Does it really matter how I found out? The real question is do you want to go? I think it could be fun, but I won’t go if you don’t want to.”
“Would we be able to watch other people?” she asked, breathy excitement was building in her.
Queenie walked towards her, trailing her finger along her jaw line. “You can watch, you can play, and the best part is no one but you and I will know.” She tightened her hand on Yvonne’s jaw turning her head and sealing her lips to Yvonne’s. Queenie’s tongue darted out, licking along the seam of her lips, pushing her way into her mouth.
Their tongues dueled for dominance, but in the end, Queenie won. She reached for the hem of Yvonne’s skirt, deepening the kiss, sliding up her thigh reaching the apex between her legs to find Yvonne dripping wet.
“You are so wet for me, I wonder what you would taste like,” she whispered in her ear. “Would you like to go so I can find out?”
Queenie pulled away and Yvonne staggered trying to stay standing, a dreamy look on her face. “Yes, I would like to go.”
Queenie turned to her. “Beg, on your knees before me,” she demanded.
Yvonne fell to her knees spreading them as wide as they would go, bowing her head in submission. “Please, Mistress, will you take me to the club, for your pleasure?”
Queenie had been surprised how well it had worked. She had never commanded anyone before, yet Yvonne knew exactly what was expected of her with her command. She put her hand on Yvonne’s head. “You have pleased me, and you look beautiful kneeling for me. I will take you to the club, but no one can know that we are doing this. Can you keep my secret?”
Yvonne took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. “Yes, Mistress, this will be our secret.”
Queenie already knew Yvonne didn’t want anyone to know; what she didn’t realize was Queenie didn’t care who knew who she fucked.
They entered the club and Queenie could see the look of amazement on Yvonne’s face. Everywhere she looked some form of scene was going on. A woman on a St. Andrew’s cross, a man on another, people being spanked, or caned, men receiving blow jobs while conversing with friends.
They headed towards the bar, to sit, observe and get another drink into Yvonne, before taking her to the room. Queenie ordered champagne; she had said they were celebrating Yvonne’s liberation, and as soon as her concentration was on the scene in front of her on the stage, Queenie went into action. Another roofie to guarantee Yvonne went along with her plan.
Yvonne had sipped her champagne till it was finished. She was going to order another one when Queenie told her that the scene was ending and she should watch, then she would show her one of the private rooms the club offered.
Yvonne’s attention went back to the stage, where a woman was handcuffed to a bondage bed. She had had a cock shoved down her throat, and an anal plug in her ass, as a vibrator played along her clit. Her Masters had told her if she climaxed, they would punish her. She had done what they had asked, and now she would receive her reward for being a good submissive.
Yvonne watched the end of the scene, as both men plunged their cocks into her pumping. When they told her she could come, Yvonne felt like she would come as well, she was so turned on. The woman came apart in their arms.
Yvonne didn’t have a chance to see the aftercare part of the scene because Queenie was guiding her towards a hallway full of doors. She opened one and directed Yvonne in.
Yvonne stood in the middle of the room. “Present yourself to me,” Queenie demanded.
The effects of the drug were taking over, making Yvonne pliable. She fell to her knees, hands on her thighs, as she spread them wide, bowing her head.
Queenie had put her phone on the only table in the room facing it towards the bed, with the video running. “You have pleased your Mistress, now take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
Yvonne did as she was told. Queenie opened Yvonne’s legs wide as she climbed on the bed between her legs. Kissing her way up Yvonne’s legs finding her already wet.
When Queenie finally licked her, Yvonne almost shot off the bed. “Do I need to strap you to the bed, or are you going to be a good girl and maintain your position?”
“I’ll behave, Mistress, I’m here for your pleasure only.”
“You have pleased me very much, Yvonne. For that, I will allow you to come.” She got off the bed and unwrapped a long and thick vibrator. After applying lube to it and Yvonne’s ass, she began working it into Yvonne.
When it was in as far as Queenie could get it, she turned it on. Queenie could feel it as she pushed two fingers in and began to devour Yvonne’s pussy.
Yvonne grabbed for Queenie’s head to hold her in place when the orgasm hit her. Queenie removed the vibrator. Kissing her way up, stopping to suck on her breasts as she made her way to Yvonne’s mouth.
“You taste incredible, now your Mistress wants the same attention. Make me come, Yvonne.” Queenie demanded, then lay back on the bed.
“Mistress, I have never done this before, would you tell me how to please you?”
Queenie could not believe her luck, not only would she get the surgery she needed, she would have her own sub to train to please her. “I will guide you at first, but then it will be your responsibility to know what it is your Mistress wants. Do you understand? You will be punished when I feel it is necessary, and you will take the punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress, I will learn everything that pleases you.”
“Right now, I want you to get on your knees and you’re not to stop. I want you to work that tongue in and out of me, I want you to
plunge your fingers into my wet pussy, and make me come all over your face.”
“Yes, Mistress, it will be as you command.”
Queenie was getting wet just thinking of how Yvonne had brought her to orgasm over and over. She knew how to use her tongue.
Things had changed about three months later, when Yvonne found out that Queenie was going to her father for plastic surgery.
Up until then Yvonne had learned everything that Queenie liked in the bedroom, going so far as being fucked by two men for Queenie’s pleasure. She had no idea the whole time they were getting together Queenie had video taped every session, every single one of them.
Queenie had gone to Yvonne’s father for a consultation, she explained that she wanted to become a new woman, and he was going to do it pro bono, or Yvonne’s sexual escapades would be downloaded to the web, and his career would be history. She did have one very important condition; Yvonne was never to know.
When Yvonne had found out what Queenie was having done, she became suspicious about their friendship. She immediately felt used by Queenie.
“I like how you look now, why do you want to change your face? You have a nice nose, your eyes are not too far apart, and your tits are the perfect size for me.”
“They are the perfect size for you, but yours are not the ones I want to fit. My nose is not too big and yes my eyes are where they should be, but Cameron knows what this face looks like, and the next time I see him, it will be a totally different face he sees.”
Yvonne was very confused. “Who is Cameron, and why are you doing this? We are so good together. Aren’t you happy?”
“Oh, Yvonne, I’ll be very happy in approximately four weeks. I will be a new woman, and able to hunt Cameron Alexander down and reunite with him as it should have been in college.”
“You used me; you planned this whole thing didn’t you?”
“You were so easy, I do care for you, but you are not the one I will be spending the rest of my life with.”
“I’ll go to my father, tell him he can’t do the surgery, then you’ll have to stay with me.”
“No, you won’t. Because then I would have to do what I told your father I would do. Every video I have of you licking, sucking, and fucking will go live on the web. You wouldn’t want to ruin your father’s practice would you? How would your mother feel to know you fucked the gardener?”
The color drained from Yvonne’s face. Queenie went on, “You had no idea, when you were tied to the bed and blindfolded, I let a few extra players into the room. I could show you if you like; you looked so pleasured in all of them. Now, here is how the plan is going to work. You will help me heal after my surgery, and then you are going to get us booked on the maiden voyage of the Onyx. I don’t care how you do it, just make sure it happens.
You will help me get Cameron back into my bed, after that is accomplished, and my bank account has six digits, I will give you all of the recordings. Except the first one, I want it to remember our first time together. You really have a beautiful tongue.”
Yvonne had balked about it at first, but after the surgery, she had helped Queenie. Yvonne really felt like it was all a bluff by Queenie, but she couldn’t take any chances with her parents. Yvonne had gotten an invite to join the club and she had secretly become a member. Queenie had also helped her with that.
Looking at the three women she had been following all day, Queenie thought it had all been worth it. Now, as long as the Master held up his end of the deal, by tonight, she could be back in Cameron’s bed.
Queenie and Yvonne had been instructed to follow the women and text the Master their location every half hour. Queenie grabbed her phone and informed him the women were getting ready to leave the market. Her phone rang, it was him.
“You have done well, return to the ship and claim your prize. We will not see each other again, and you will not remember us meeting. Good bye, Queenie.” The phone went dead.
Queenie looked from the phone, then to Yvonne. “Why is your hair red? You look just like me! When did you do that?”
Yvonne spun towards Queenie. “You told me to color my hair, and have it cut to your style the other night. What the hell is wrong with you?” Yvonne was so frustrated with Queenie. It seemed like she was a totally different person. “You said if I didn’t do it, a video would be played during dinner, as it streams on the web.”
“I’m not feeling too good.” Queenie rubbed her temples feeling the effects of a headache coming on. “Let’s get back to the ship. I need to lay down.”
Yvonne threw her hands up in the air as she began to follow her. “We have been following those three bitches all day, ducking behind things and staying out of sight, and now you just want to go back to the ship. Sorry to say this, but you’re fucked up. I don’t give a shit who you show those videos to anymore. I give up. I really do. I loved the fact that you had those videos. It meant that you had something to hold over me. To me,” she emphasized, “It meant more time with you.”
Yvonne pulled her to a stop. “I know you have a thing for Cameron. I don’t care, I love you, I’ve loved you since you bumped into me, but you can’t see it, and I can’t be a doormat anymore. When all this blows up in your face, you know where to find me.” With that said, she walked away from Queenie, and back to the ship.
Queenie was stunned silent by this admission from Yvonne. No one had ever said that to her, and until that moment it had never mattered. She still wanted Cameron, but with Yvonne’s trust fund, what the hell was she thinking, she couldn’t top from the bottom anymore. No, Cameron would have total control, and Queenie now knew she needed to be in control, she loved being a Dominatrix.
Queenie knew Yvonne needed to calm down. The ache she had started feeling in her head was a dull throb. Looking towards Margaritaville, she figured a drink could only help numb the pain.” She would find Yvonne and fix things when she got back to the ship.
***
“Okay, ladies, we need to get moving if we want a drink before going back to the ship,” Sadie announced as they came to the end of the market.
“Sounds great to me, my feet are killing me.” Isabella grabbed the bag she had been waiting for from the clerk. Then they headed towards the exit to the market area.
“I’m looking forward to a nice cold margarita, with lots of salt, what about ummh,” Madison’s voice cut off.
Sadie looked at Isabella’s face being covered with a white rag, at the same time one was pressed against hers. She threw her elbow back landing a hard blow to the rib section, dislodging the rag for a brief moment before it was shoved against her nose by another set of hands. That was Sadie’s last sight before she blacked out, but what she saw sent cold chills down her back.
Queenie watched as the men hoisted the women over their shoulders and dumped them into a van that raced down towards the pier. She knew she should say something to somebody, but she couldn’t remember who.
Her drink arrived and every other thought went away. She focused on the DJ and the dancers on the floor.
Chapter Twelve
Cameron had paused to watch Sadie walk along the pier with Madison and Isabella, he would talk to her tonight. They would be in the Grand Caymans tomorrow and everything would finally be decided.
“Enough star gazing, get moving,” Harley yelled as he came up behind Cameron. “If I beat you back to the gym you owe me a hundred crunches, holding the medicine ball.” Harley took off running.
Cameron took one more look then turned and took off in the opposite direction towards the gym.
He arrived two steps before Harley. “Your pretty fast for an old guy,” he said holding the door opened.
“You forget who’s training you, young man. One hundred crunches with the medicine ball.”
“But I beat you. That was the bet!”
“Yes, it was, but, then you called me old. My bet, my rules.”
“Honest opinion, am I ready?” Cameron asked, changing the subject.
; “I would have liked a few more days, but yes, I believe you’re ready. You have the skill, and the ambition. You’re fighting for something, so your determination is more focused. Just keep your head clear and your fists up, and I predict you’ll be the one standing in the end.”
“Thanks, Harley, what do you think my chances are of Sadie being so understanding?”
“That one’s a little harder. Feelings of the heart are different from physical pain. They last longer in the memory. I hope you get lucky and she does see the error of your ways. She’s one of the good ones. If you do get your second chance, don’t blow it, or I’ll hunt you down and beat your ass myself.”
“I won’t. I’ll be locking her down as soon as we’re back on the ship.”
***
The rest of the day Cameron looked forward to seeing Sadie. He was going to sit her down and tell her what was going on. Gabe had let him know that the girls had texted they were having a good time at Margaritaville. They had said they would do double shifts tomorrow.
Cameron told Taylor, the night guard, to notify him as soon as they returned to the ship.
He looked at his watch for the hundredth time. Where the hell were they? They should have been back hours ago.
Cameron was on his way to find Nicolas, when he ran into Dimitri. “Have you heard from Madison?”
“I was just coming to ask you the same thing about Sadie.”
“She texted Gabe earlier to say they would be back late. Didn’t he tell you?”
“Yes, but I still thought they’d still be back by now. Where were you heading?”
“To find Nicolas, something’s not right.” Cameron headed toward the security desk. Dimitri followed behind.
“Where is Nicolas?” Cameron demanded when he reached the desk.
“He went to check on Payton, she wasn’t feeling well.”
“Kyle, get him on the radio now. Tell him to meet us on the bridge, Caleb too.” Dimitri commanded as he and Cameron hurried to the bridge.
They entered and were about to let Joshua know that they might need to delay departing until they could find the women, when Nicolas entered the cabin.
