“I’m okay with it. We’ll have to discuss hard limits.”
“I see you’re wearing your bracelets— red band for no extreme whipping, purple band for no extreme bondage, green band for no anal play. Anything else I should know about?”
“Hmmm. Not that I know of, but I really don’t have much experience with this. I’ll let you know by saying ‘yellow’ if something comes up during the scene.”
“Okay, sub. I was confident enough that I would have the winning bid to reserve one of the theme rooms. I was able to get the pirate’s cabin until tomorrow afternoon.”
Cassie gulped. Tomorrow afternoon? Wow. That is a long time. “Devon and Sy used that room earlier. That sounds like…fun.”
“Don’t look so enthusiastic, Sandy. I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself. Now…let’s go to the pirate’s cabin, sub. We’ll see how much you’ve learned in sub training. What you don’t know already, I can teach you.”
That’s what I’m afraid of. Cassie followed meekly behind her Master for the night.
* * * *
Once in the theme room, Beau closed the door and turned to Sandy. He took her in his arms for a searing kiss. She whimpered when he lifted his head. He dropped his voice into the Dom range and said, “Strip and assume the position, sub. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for days. I don’t know what it is about you that intrigues me so much, but I’m going to find out.”
“Yes, Master.” She proceeded to remove her dress and high heels and dropped to her knees with thighs spread. He gently moved her knees a little more. He could see it made her uncomfortable to be so open to him. Before the night was over, he planned to have invaded Ms. Sinclair’s private space multiple times in every way he could think of.
* * * *
Cassie was shocked by the sizzle that zipped down her spine directly to her clit. She had enjoyed several intimate relationships over the years, but she had never had this strong of a reaction to a man. Sex had been pleasant enough but not a necessity. She had a feeling that was not going to continue to be the case. She just hoped she could keep her head and her heart under control. She understood that the degree of the young Cassie’s hurt had been directly proportionate to how much she had liked the young Beau. She had been too young to really be in love. She didn’t know what the future would have held, but she thought it could have been heading in that direction given time and some good luck. Of course the humiliation quotient came into play as well. She didn’t want to open herself up to another heartbreak. This was about obtaining payback and retrieving some of the self-esteem that had been compromised all those years ago. Her parents and Devon had done everything they could to reassure her that Beau’s lack of dependability was not due to a deficiency in herself. That had been hard for the seventeen-year-old Cassie to believe. She was sure something about her had somehow been lacking.
When Beau lifted her to her feet, clasped the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and stood behind her, she shivered as his body heat penetrated her skin. Somehow he had removed his silk shirt, and his bare chest rubbed up against her super-sensitive skin. It was delicious. She was sure he had gained a boatload of experience and confidence over the intervening years, and now he was even more handsome than ever. His blue eyes sparkled, and he had a killer smile. He had been only nineteen, going on twenty, at the time himself, but he had certainly known right from wrong. His age could have been part of the reason for the way he had treated her, but that was no excuse, of course. She really wanted to know why he had hurt her like that, and now that fate had given her the opportunity to find out, she intended to know the reason before this cruise was over. It wouldn’t make a difference—he was going to pay, but she did want an explanation for his cruel and unkind behavior. He had been just plain mean.
“Okay, sub, mount the St. Andrews Cross. You’re familiar with it, if I remember correctly.” Oh, really? She certainly remembered getting her butt spanked on the cross that first day of sub training. She hadn’t forgiven him for that indignity yet either. She stepped up onto the cross and waited while Beau fastened her bindings and checked that they were not chafing her skin. When he was satisfied, he gave her butt a little pat. She gritted her teeth. She was not going to give him an excuse to smack her again. This being naked and so exposed was disturbing but exciting as well. It must be something about the forbidden…
Beau adjusted the hydraulic step of the cross until Cassie’s butt was perfectly aligned with his cock. Thank goodness he was still wearing the tight, black leather pants that outlined his gorgeous ass and hard and ready cock. If he had stripped down completely, she might have run screaming from the room. She was on edge to say the least. The feelings rippling through her body were unfamiliar and disturbing. She didn’t know if she wanted him to take her—or leave her. Well, definitely not leave her—again. She was determined to see this through. They needed to establish this close physical bond if the remainder of her plan was to work. Oh, yes, Beaumont Bainbridge, III. You are going to pay with interest for what you did to me.
* * * *
Beau stepped up behind Sandy and laid his front up against her back, letting her feel his pulsing cock against her nicely rounded butt. She did have a beautiful body, sleek and lightly muscled. She was a healthy weight with pleasing curves. He had never admired too much muscle on a woman or one who was too skinny. She had more of a dancer’s body than a body builder’s body. Her mane of wild blonde hair was exotic and somewhat distracting. He bundled it into one hand while he ground his cock against her ass. He couldn’t wait to be inside her sweet pussy. He ran his hands down the front of her body from her shoulders to her mound, and then on the return trip he captured the pebbled nipples adorning her beautifully high, round breasts and tugged on them until she was moaning. She was the picture of any man’s wet dream.
“I might just play with you all night, sub. I’ll have you screaming for release by morning.” He felt the tremors skate across her skin at his dark whisper. “Do you like that idea, sub?”
“Yes, Master. I live to please you.” Now, somehow he didn’t quite believe that line. There was something in her reserve that belied that statement. He was going to see if he couldn’t change that attitude though. She was in for a wild ride, and she had no idea of the ups and downs that awaited her. Her body was going to be his by morning, and he hoped her mind as well. He didn’t know why he was so determined to have his way with this woman and to uncover all of her secrets. It was just another part of the mystery of Sandy Sinclair.
* * * *
Cassie knew she was in trouble. She knew her body was going to betray her even if she was able to control her mind and emotions. Beau’s steel-hard cock was nestled against her bottom, and he was slowly and firmly rubbing it against her, pushing ever deeper into the crease. She felt the quickening of her pulse and knew he did as well since he had one hand wrapped around her wrist and the other caught tightly in her hair. He pulled her head back by her hair, baring the pulse in her neck to his lips and tongue. He blew gently in her ear, and she would have crumpled if she hadn’t been cuffed to the cross with his body jammed up against her. The sensation was exquisite. She tried to keep the delight she felt to herself, but she knew the shivers passing over her totally naked skin were obvious to the man behind her. She wanted him to get on with it, but at the same time, she wanted to make the delightful feelings coursing over her hypersensitive skin last forever. She knew he would make her body soar. Her emotions, though, were still grounded in the anger she had felt for so long. The dichotomy was confusing.
Beau skimmed his hands over the front of her body again slowly as she anticipated each inch he covered with his big, hard hands. The roughness of his hands was an erotic contrast to the silky smoothness of the skin covering his perfectly sculpted chest as it rubbed against her back. She knew he did not work with his hands like her dad, but he had told her he liked to sail, and that accounted for the rough hands.
Beau continued the erotic torture of her
front while he rubbed his cock against her butt. Then he changed tactics and slowly massaged the tight muscles of her neck and shoulders and made circling motions down each side of the column of her spine. Oh, this is heaven.
His hand slid lower until he cupped her open pussy. He rubbed his hard hand over her mound while he continued to push against her butt from behind. Then he flicked her clit, and she thought she would lose it. The feelings he elicited were so distracting she could hardly think. Unexpectedly, he slipped one long finger into her slit and circled it around in her wetness until he found her G-spot. She jerked in reaction to the intense pleasure that radiated through her system. Oh, my God. This is incredible. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand this.
“So, subbie, tell me why you have been so angry with me.”
She was shocked by the question which came out of the blue, and in her erotic haze she almost told him the truth. That would have been disastrous to her plan. She gathered herself for a moment. “I don’t know, Master. It must be chemistry. What else could it be?” She felt him tighten up. She knew he wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but she was determined to keep her reasons to herself, at least for a while.
“I don’t think that’s it, subbie. I think you need to reconsider your answer and be honest with your Master. A total lack of candor about this question could earn you a punishment. Is that what you want?”
“No, Master. I don’t want a punishment.”
“Well…what do you have to say then?”
“Nothing, Master. I don’t have anything to say.” He continued to mercilessly stroke her wet sheath until a raw and totally all-consuming orgasm flashed through her body from head to toe, leaving her helpless and drained when it had finally passed.
* * * *
Beau was disappointed. He had thought he was going to get an honest answer there for a minute, but then she clammed up again. He just did not understand this. Well, the night was young, and he had much more planned for Sandy. He hoped he would get his answer before the night was over. He took her down from the cross and cradled her gently in his arms while he pulled a soft blue blanket around her. She wasn’t in any shape at the moment to continue his interrogation, and he had his Master’s duty to see to his sub. He couldn’t in good conscience continue to badger her about her attitude at the moment, but he wasn’t done yet.
* * * *
When Cassie had returned to a semblance of herself, Beau picked her up and carried her to the opulent, carved bed in the corner. He laid her down on the bed. After he shed his leathers, she watched him don a condom and join her. He cuddled her up against his chest and said, “Rest a while, Sandy. We have all night and most of tomorrow. I ordered a tray of hors d’oeuvres and chilled champagne for later. They’re in the refrigerated compartment of the armoire. I also ordered breakfast to be delivered in the morning.”
“That is very thoughtful of you, Master.”
“Not at all, sub. You will have earned it by the time we’re done.” Hmmm, going to get your five grand’s worth, are you? Well, she planned to get her due as well.
After a few minutes respite, he rolled over on top of her, spread her thighs, and rubbed his hot cock against her clit until she was breathless. Then he plunged his insistent cock into her wet center. The sensation was amazing. He was large, but she wasn’t uncomfortable. She looked up into his strong, masculine features. She had no choice but to respond to the power and dominance of his primitive demands. He slowly withdrew and impaled her again, and fire ignited in her belly. Every hair on her body stood on end, and her aching cunt gripped his cock for all she was worth. His thrusting hips unerringly hit her sweet spot, and she found herself spiraling into another violent climax. She was almost unaware that he followed her over the edge into his own all-encompassing completion. Slowly their respiration returned to normal.
They had a picnic in bed and drank most of the bottle of champagne before he pulled her into the circle of his arms and they both dozed off. She had a feeling—or was that just his semi-erect cock pressed against her bottom?—that they were not done for the night by any means.
* * * *
Beau awoke during the night, pulled Sandy up against him, and slowly and gently insinuated his hard shaft into her warm pussy. He loved to take a sub from behind. He held her against his chest, and he could feel her slowly become aware of his erotic invasion. He roughly nuzzled her neck as she moaned her acceptance of his demanding cock. She was still half-asleep when ecstasy shuddered through her, and he rocked them both to another very satisfying climax.
This woman was like a narcotic. He didn’t think he would get enough of her in the short time they had aboard the Golden Dolphin. He knew he would want more of her, but first he had to solve the mystery of her obvious aversion to him, the evidence of her pleasure in their night’s activities to the contrary notwithstanding. He knew there was still something under the surface waiting to erupt.
When breakfast was delivered to the room at ten thirty, Beau knew he had not solved the mystery of Sandy Sinclair, but he had definitely made some inroads into her attitude. It was hard to stay mad at someone who made one’s body sing. Nonetheless, he still had work to do there. They stayed in bed snoozing and playing until noon when she sat up and said, “I’ve got to get back to my cabin. I need to catch up with Devon.”
“Babe, I’m sure she and Sy are still cuddled up in bed and not going anywhere. Relax.”
“I still should be going.” He didn’t get it. It was usually the guy who wanted to boogey in the morning. He had absolutely no desire to depart the scene of the crime. He wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with her, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
He pushed her down into the rumpled silk sheets and had his way with her again. It was hard and fast. When he let her up, he pulled her into the bathroom and into the steam shower. He carefully soaped her down before he quickly cleaned himself. He then braced her up against the shower wall, lifted one of her legs, and entered her again. He wanted to cement their connection, and one more hard fuck just might do it. Sandy curled her fingers into his wet hair and threw her head back as he brought her to another hard orgasm. He didn’t think she had ever come so hard or so many times in her life, but he doubted that she was willing to admit it to him.
* * * *
Devon and Sy went to the French bordello theme room after the auction. He had taken the initiative to book the room, but they had decided to forego costumes for this first encounter. They had both thought that the need to role-play would put too much pressure on both of them. A new partner whom she did not know well was enough stress. Devon could see that Sy was eager to start, so she quickly took her short latex dress off and hung it in the cabinet near the door. She was now naked, and although she thoroughly enjoyed a D/s relationship, she was anxious. It was one thing to talk a good game—it was another to play one—especially under new or challenging conditions. She dropped to the slave position at his feet, and she was gratified to see him smile before he schooled his face to the sterner Dom expression. She knew that a lot of guys were also nervous in a new D/s situation even though they would die before they would admit it.
“Very nice, sub. You please your Master well.”
“Thank you, Master. This humble sub lives to please you.” That is piling it on a little thick, but what the heck. They both had to feel their way in this new relationship.
“Put on your cuffs, sub, and I will check them before we attach you to the chains.” So, he means to jump right in then. Well, maybe that is better. They could get the uncomfortable stuff out of the way quickly. When she had donned the wrist and ankle cuffs and they had been checked for fit, he gestured her to rise and stand under the chains hanging from the ceiling. She complied, and he quickly attached her cuffs to the chains and the bolts recessed into the hardwood floor before adjusting the length that had her stretched up on her toes. His dominant expression was a little daunting, and his hot gaze caressing her vulnerable b
ody was making her pussy wet. She hadn’t expected to react so strongly to him this soon. He had seemed like such a relaxed, pleasant, and easygoing guy on deck, but once in the dungeon, he had slipped effortlessly into a rather intimidating and demanding Dom personality. That’s the whole idea, idiot. We get to be someone we’re not in everyday life. Relax and enjoy the moment.
Sy walked slowly around her, examining her body carefully with a confident air of proprietorship. He slowly ran his hands down from her shoulders and over her chest, firmly cupping breasts she felt were adequate but not particularly voluptuous. He jiggled the firm flesh before he lowered his mouth and took one puckered nipple into his hot mouth. She gasped as he sucked, and a bolt of sensation zipped from the hot tip of her breast directly to her clit. Oh, God. The man has a talented mouth. She couldn’t wait to feel it on her aching pussy.
“Oh, Master…” She was suddenly anxious to get this show on the road. “Hurry…”
“Don’t rush me, sub.” He quickly swatted her butt and left a stinging handprint.
She kept quiet. So, he isn’t adverse to a little slap and tickle. Good. She loved the rosy glow of a good spanking. She sighed as he soothed the red mark he had left on her ass. His hands continued their journey from her breasts down over her slightly convex belly, around and over her curvy butt, and finally to the destination she had been anticipating—between her spread thighs. She tried, but it was impossible to hold back the gasp that escaped her parted lips. He ran his fingers through the ruffled lips of her pussy, and then he knelt down and applied that talented mouth to the same real estate. The feelings that rolled through her aching center were exquisite. His tongue was rough and smooth at the same time.
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