by Rye Hart
Gavin seemed to be having something heavier—a scotch or something equally as strong. He took a long sip, never taking his eyes off me.
“How has the cruise been eye-opening for you, Josie?” he asked. “Have you learned something about yourself?”
“Maybe,” I said, shrugging.
“Not enough,” Lila added, a mischievous grin on her face. “She needs to experience more, but she's scared.”
Gavin cocked an eyebrow, and leaned forward, his expression intensely curious. “Is that true, Josie? Do you want to experience more?”
I bit my lip, and although my mind screamed out for me to stop, to pull back, my body betrayed me, and I felt myself nodding slowly. When no one said anything, I lifted my head and met his gaze. Our eyes were locked on each other and I felt a bolt of something—courage? Assertiveness? Something I couldn't identify—shoot through me.
As he looked at me, I nodded again. “Yes, I would, actually.” I was surprised to hear myself say.
Without missing a beat, Gavin asked, “Would you like to go upstairs to a private room with me then?”
My breath caught in my throat, and I looked over at Lila who silently mouthed the words, “Yes, do it!”
My body ached with a need I'd felt but had denied myself for so long. I so badly wanted to experience whatever this man had to offer me. I wanted to say yes so badly, but my head was spinning. What if I chickened out? What if I wasn't any good? What if—
“There will be a safe word, and we can stop at any time,” he said. His voice was low and gritty, and it sent a chill down my spine. “But I can say, without a doubt, you're not going to want to stop.”
As if my body were acting of its own accord, I nodded my head, surprising even myself. Gavin took my tiny hand in his large one, helping me out of the booth. He looked down at Lila and smiled.
“I'll take good care of her,” he said.
“I have no doubt you will,” Lila said, grinning at me as we walked away.
I turned and looked over my shoulder, and she waved at me, her eyes sparkling, a wide smile on her face. My heart was racing, and my mom's voice echoed through my head, telling me good girls didn't do things like this. Good girls didn't go upstairs to private rooms with men they just met. Good girls didn't need safe words.
I looked up at Gavin and in that moment, I lost myself in those dark, sensual eyes and realized that I didn't even care what my mom's voice was saying. If being a good girl meant I'd have to miss out on being with him, then fuck it. I wanted to see what being a bad girl felt like.
Chapter Four
Gavin
Josie was a rare breed of woman, I could tell that from our first meeting. So pure, so submissive, and yet yearning for something she didn't understand. I knew a good submissive when I saw one. After years of being a professional dominant, I could spot one a mile away. It was like they had big neon lights flashing over their heads.
Sure, there were some women who enjoyed light spanking or bondage, and they were fun enough. But, there were other women out there who liked a strong man. Who yearned for a man who took control and forced them to leave their inhibitions behind, to let them explore parts of themselves they didn't even know existed. Darker parts of themselves. A woman who wanted a man to dig deep into their souls and find their deepest, most intimate desires and needs.
Josie was the latter kind of woman, and I knew I was going to have a lot of fun with this diminutive little peach. With her wide, baby blue eyes, and soft, pale skin, she was the epitome of innocence. Her red hair was wavy and brought out the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
I was going to have fun spanking that pale ass of hers, and watching her eyes roll back into her head as I brought her to orgasm over and over again. There was no doubt about the fact that she was going to enjoy every little thing I did to her.
We stepped into the elevator at the back of the club intended only for the elite—platinum members and above. Another couple joined us, an older man with graying hair and a mustache, who looked about as terrified as Josie did. The woman on his arm was someone I knew well, a fellow dom who frequented the cruise ship. Crimson was her preferred name, and it matched her blood red hair well. She smiled and winked at me, drinking in my submissive with hungry eyes.
I paid no attention to her. I had a thing for redheads, but Crimson was another story. Too dominant for me. I preferred my women to be soft, feminine and willing to do as I said, when I said it.
Josie looked over at the other woman and her eyes grew wider and a slight shudder passed through her body. She seemed fixated on Crimson's leather jumpsuit, admiring the curves of her body, seemingly completely oblivious to her own curvaceous appeal.
I smirked at Crimson as I slipped my hand around Josie's back, lowering it until I grabbed a handful of that luscious ass of hers. Josie squealed and jumped, then looked over at me with wide eyes and an expression of shock on her face.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I demanded.
Josie hesitated, then nodded, not looking away as I slipped my hand up her dress. Her panties were briefs, practically covering her entire ass and pussy, but I could feel the warmth and wetness in the crotch. The heat from her sweet little pussy permeated the cotton material. It felt like there was a blazing fire between her thighs. Her eyes flickered, as she became nervous, glancing at the other couple who were standing there watching us.
With my free hand, I grabbed hold of her face and turned it back to me.
“I said, look at me, Josie,” I said, my voice low and gruff. “Look at nothing and nobody but me.”
I was stern, but patient. She was a new pet. It would take time to break her in, time we probably didn't have together. It was a shame since I really wanted to make her mine. She was a rare gift, and I lamented the fact that I'd only be able to play with it for a short time.
I slipped a finger into her panties, and she gasped. Now was as good a time as any to explain safe words to her, I figured.
“If at any time, you want me to stop,” I said, “You need to remember a safe word. Something other than no or stop, because those words get tossed around too freely sometimes and I don't want our lines to be crossed or blurred. I want to be sure you are comfortable at all times and know that you have the power and control to stop everything that’s happening.”
She nodded.
“How about our safe word? “Crimson,”” I said, winking at the woman sharing my elevator.
I held her chin with my fingers, forcing her to make eye contact with me. She stared into my eyes and again, she nodded. I saw the fear in her eyes, but I also saw the glimmer of excitement. The spark of something more—lust, perhaps? Anticipation? I wasn't sure, but I could tell that she was excited.
The elevator stopped, and Crimson walked out with the man in tow, smacking his ass and telling him to hurry up. Josie started to follow her out, but I stopped her.
“Not yet, my pet,” I said.
I pressed the button to close the doors, and Josie remained in the elevator with me. Before pushing a button to go up another level, though—the level I was staying on—I pressed her against the back of the elevator and kissed her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She gasped, and at first it felt like she might push me away, but her hands were balled up on my chest and then slowly, she unclenched them, laying the palms of her hands against me. She didn't push me off. Instead, I found her mouth welcoming to my tongue, and I savored the sweet coconut taste of her.
That I enjoyed the taste of the drink was one reason I ordered that drink for her, of course. The other reason was because it was non-alcoholic. In my opinion, when you dabble in BDSM with a new sub, you never want their inhibitions lowered. You wanted them to be in the moment, wanting it, craving it not because they were drunk or high, but because they needed you in the most primal way possible.
And judging by the way Josie reacted to my kiss, I knew she was already under my control very willingly.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked her.
Josie's eyes grew wide, and she shook her head, then slowly nodded. It was as if she were conflicted about whether or not to tell me the truth.
“Umm, yeah,” she whispered at last.
My lips curled up in a salacious grin. The very idea of filling her tight, virginal pussy with my cock turned me on more than anything in the world. To take control of her, to help her discover her body and the absolute depth and breadth of sexual pleasure for the first time was a heady feeling. Damn, I knew there was something special about her.
“That's not a problem, is it?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I mean, some guys think it's weird, but—”
“Not at all,” I said, stroking her cheek. “As long as you want to be here, I'll gladly fuck your tight little cunt all night long.”
Josie hesitated for a moment and then nodded her head slowly.
“I want you to say it, pet,” I said, my voice stern but I made sure to stroke her cheek, letting her know that I would take care of her. “I need to hear you say it in your own words.”
“I want—” she stopped and looked away.
I grabbed ahold of her chin and forced her to look me in the eye.
“Say it,” I said.
“I want to have sex with you, Gavin,” she said.
“Better, but that's not good enough, Josie,” I said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want you to beg me for it.”
Her face turned a bright shade of red that wasn't found in nature. I could tell she would struggle with such crude language—she was a good girl, after all—but there was nothing sexier than making a good girl go bad.
“I want you to—” she said, trying to avoid my gaze as the flush in her cheeks deepened, but I forced her eyes on mine. She lowered her voice, “fuck me.”
“Good girl,” I said. “Still room for improvement, but we’ll get you there.”
I pressed myself into her, pushing her against the back of the elevator and kissed her. Her lips were soft and more responsive to mine this time, and when my tongue entered her mouth, her tongue met mine. They swirled and danced together, my cock growing harder and harder as the heat of our kiss intensified.
I ran my hands up the length of her body, cupping her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. They were almost too large to hold, which was really something, given the size of my hands. I continued kissing her, circling her stiff nipple with my thumb, and Josie gasped, her body shuddering against mine.
My erection pressed into her belly, and her eyes grew wide when she felt it. There was a little fear in her eyes, but it was also mixed with a healthy dose of excitement. Her eyes were large and she bit her bottom lip as she watched me closely. She watched my every move, as if she were waiting to see what I could do to her.
I was in control. Complete control. I knew she was at my mercy.
Just the way I liked it.
I could have her right there in the elevator. I knew I could have taken her anyway I wanted her and she wouldn’t have objected. In fact, she probably would have begged for more. But, I didn’t want to rush things. Not for her first time, and not for what would likely be our only time together. I wanted us both to savor every moment of our encounter. I entered my code into the keypad, allowing us to go to my private suite.
Chapter Five
Josie
When the elevator doors opened, my eyes widened as I tried to quickly take in everything around me. There was just so much to absorb, and I was obviously in for quite the surprise. The elevator opened into a private suite that was decked out in soft burgundy tones highlighted with the elegance of gold. The suite was dimly lit, gloomy shadows clinging to most of the corners, though, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust enough that I could take in the full scope of the room.
When I was able to see clearly enough, I gasped as I took in the room before me. Above the four-poster, king-sized bed was a mirror attached to the ceiling. An item I knew likely served only one purpose—a purpose that made me blush just to think about.
But that wasn't even the half of it. When I looked around a little more closely, the heat in my cheeks only burned brighter. Hanging from the bedposts were leather straps—four of them, to be exact. One on each post It sent a tremor of fear but also a jolt of excitement through me at the same time.
Gavin walked over to the bedside table and lit some candles, giving the room a gentle but soft, sexy glow. The candle flames flickered, glinting off the gold accents in the room and dispelling some of the shadows. I saw that in one corner of the room, there was a hot tub in front of two giant, glass doors that overlooked the sea below.
Next to the tub was a small counter filled with bottles of lotion, oils, and a ton of other items I didn't even recognize. Beside the bed, I noticed another table, and when I saw the array of items laid out on top of it, I started to feel a little lightheaded. As I stared at what Gavin had spread out on the table, it made the knot in my tummy constrict almost painfully and filled me with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. It gave me pause and made me momentarily regret my decision to come up to his suite.
Whips of varying sizes, a blindfold that looked to be made of silk, at least a dozen dildos, all various shapes and sizes, and a strap-on all lay on the bedside table. I took everything in, my eyes growing wide with wonder and shock, feeling very much like a clueless child who knew nothing about sex and all that it entailed.
I was feeling like every bit the inexperienced virgin I was.
“Don't worry, my pet,” Gavin said, standing in front of me, a lascivious smile on his lips as he took my hands in his, “We'll start slow. There's nothing to be afraid of.”
I somehow managed to swallow down my fears and let him lead me deeper into his suite, following him over to the bed.
The elevator doors chimed softly and closed, sealing me into the room with him. I glanced backward at the doors, part of me wanting to flee Gavin's sex dungeon before things went too far. My mind screamed for me to run and yet, my body seemed to betray me. My body ached with a need I couldn't explain. A need I couldn't even begin to understand.
My insides were tight, and my head was swimming. My vision seemed to be wavering, and my heart was thundering within my breast. Though there was a streak of fear shooting through me, I still yearned to have something to fill me up from the inside. Something to fill the very hole that had remained untouched for far too long.
However, all of this—the oils and dildos, the whips and blindfolds—it all felt like too much. Too much, and it was all happening too fast. How had I gone from a virgin to a woman standing in the middle of a sex dungeon with a man promising to fuck me senseless?
I wasn't sure I could handle it myself, let alone give Gavin what he expected. What he wanted. Lila probably could do it. Hell, I was sure she could. But me? I had no idea how to use any of the toys on display—minus the dildo, of course. I'd had some experience with a dildo, but not with one anywhere nearly as large as the ones all lined up on the table.
“Sit,” Gavin said, motioning to the bed.
I did as he instructed and sat.
He stood in front of me, gently stroking my hair, looking down and just staring into my eyes. His dark, smoldering eyes felt like black holes, like a person could get pulled in by the gravity and find themselves lost within them. He exuded a rugged, manly presence, and yet, Gavin's hands were soft and gentle, as he slipped them through my hair. He worked his hands all the way down to my chin, lifting my face up to his. He stared into my eyes for a moment longer and then leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
Every time his tongue entered my mouth, I found it hard to breathe. He literally s
ucked all the air right out of me. His kisses made me feel lightheaded and disoriented. And yet, I loved every moment of them. The way he kissed and touched me, made it seem like I needed nothing in the world but him and his lips. Gavin slipped his hands down lower, spreading my knees apart, centering himself between them. I glanced down and saw his erection, straining against his jeans and couldn't stop my eyes from growing wide. I couldn't believe how large he was and wondered if he'd be able to fit inside me. More than that, even if he could fit, I worried that it might hurt
Gavin caught me staring, and with a sultry little smile, he reached down and removed his belt. He tossed it to the side of the room and then his hands moved to his zipper. The world seemed to slow down around me as I took it all in. Usually, when I was with a man and at the point we were at right then, I'd run for the hills. I could never manage to let myself get further than that point. I'd never seen a penis before in my life, because I always stopped what was happening and left before the pants came off.
Gavin slowly and deliberately unzipped his pants, sliding them down over his hips agonizingly slowly and gracefully. His boxers were still covering his erection, but it's not like they were hiding anything. With the thinner fabric of his boxers, I could very clearly make out the outline of him and gasped. This much closer to his flesh, without his jeans covering him, he looked even larger than before.
I waited, with bated breath, for him to remove the boxers and let me see him fully exposed, but Gavin lifted my face and forced me to stare in his eyes instead. I gazed into the dark vortex of his eyes and bit my bottom lip, my pulse racing and my heart thundering so hard, I was sure he could hear it.
“Remove my boxers,” he said.
He wanted me to remove them. Me! He was making it clear that if I wanted to see him, I had to be the one to make that move. I had to take that next step on my own. Lifting my hands up, I quickly put them back down again, my heart hammering inside me. Although I wanted to—I really wanted to see him fully exposed—I couldn't bring myself to actually reach up and remove his boxers. Not at first. Gavin dropped my chin and made a soft tsk-ing noise.
