“Nice and wet, sub. Just the way I like it...ready for me.” He stood up behind her with his broad chest pressed against her back. His warmth was soothing, and she soaked it in and dropped her head back against his shoulder. He pressed the length of his cock against the small of her back. The leather of his britches was smooth and cool until his heat seeped through. Oh, so nice. Like silk-covered steel. She could hardly wait, and she rubbed against his hard-on in encouragement. “I’m glad to see you’re eager, sub, but no topping from the bottom, or you are going to earn your first punishment.” Now there was an inducement to top from the bottom. She almost giggled but caught herself just in time. She did so enjoy a dominant male—in the bedroom. She liked her independence everywhere else.
Sy opened the zipper on his leathers and let the beast roam free. He knelt down and released the clasps securing her ankles, turned her around, and boosted her up. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist as he buried his steel shaft in her hot pussy. Her hands were still secured above her head, and she had to rely on him to hold her steady while he pumped into her aching core. He was seriously strong. His hard shaft grazed her clit on every stroke, and she was just about ready to fly. After a few more energetic stokes in her velvet folds she was begging for release. He crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss as his hot and insistent cock continued to pound. She bucked against him and finally flew over the edge into a pulsing orgasm. She struggled to breathe as he quickly followed her into his own explosive climax. This first time had been fast and furious.
Chapter Nine
The Golden Dolphin, at sea in the Gulf of Mexico, May 13, 2014—Tuesday Evening, Day Four of the Cruise
After she left the pirate theme room, Cassie had located Devon on deck, and they had made off to their cabins for lunch and some gossip. They definitely needed to catch up. “So, tell me what happened after Beau and I left the deck.”
“The auction was a huge success. Lots of money was raised for charity, and all of the women who participated were bought, thank goodness. It would have been horrible to be left standing there. Oh, honey, that smacks of prom night, and I’m sorry. ‘Bought’ is such an archaic term, but it was kind of exciting. Sy paid three thousand dollars for me and we spent the night in the French bordello theme room. What a kick. That room is really over the top. I couldn’t believe Beau coughed up five grand. Wow. You must be hot stuff, girlfriend.”
“That’s me. Hot stuff.”
“Well, tell me…”
“We went to the pirate theme room, spent the night, showered together, and had breakfast. I just left.”
“Duh. That’s not what I’m looking to hear about, and you know it.” Devon had that stubborn look on her face, and Cassie knew she would have to spill the details.
“I know. It’s just hard to talk about.”
“It never was before. What’s different this time?” Cassie had to think about that. She and Devon had certainly shared the specifics of their love lives since either of them had love lives to share.
“This is Beau Bainbridge after all, but you’re right. It was incredible. I came five times, but who’s counting.”
“Me, that’s who! Five? Good for you, Cass. He owed you at least that much.” She gave Devon the salient facts, and they both laughed their heads off. It was wonderful to have her best friend to share all the gory details with.
“Oh, he is going to pay me back a whole lot more satisfaction than that.”
“You’d better tell me what you have in mind. I might need to know to have your back.”
“I haven’t quite decided yet. I have two plans running around in my mind for tomorrow, Sadie Hawkins night, but I think I’m pretty much settled on one of them.” She filled Devon in on her two options.
Devon looked a little uncomfortable with the two plans. “Cass, I’m not sure either of those is a good idea. It might be dangerous to pull the tiger’s tail. You could get more than you bargained for. You’re a newbie, and Beau is a Master Dom. You had better be careful.”
Cassie just shrugged her shoulders. “We’ll see. Nothing is carved in stone yet. How did it go with Sy? It seems like you two are really hitting it off.”
“He’s a great guy, easygoing most of the time and a dynamo in bed. I have no complaints there. You know I love the D/s thing. It just puts the cherry on top of the sundae for me, if you know what I mean.”
“What does he do for work anyway? I don’t think I ever heard.”
“He works with Beau. Investments or something financial like that. Who knows, who cares. I like him best with his clothes off.”
“You are a crazy woman! Let’s get some sun on our deck. We can open the connecting gateway so we can talk. I want to have a glow tonight. I’m planning to look my best for game night tonight and the Sadie Hawkins party tomorrow.” They spent the rest of the afternoon sunning naked on their private deck and then showered and dressed for game night.
* * * *
Barbee and Baylee Baxter reclined on the double chaise lounge on their private deck. Their old friend, Saltydawg, was curled up at their feet having just enjoyed one of the treats he had come to expect when visiting their suite. He had been a regular visitor to Baylee’s crew cabin on the Rio cruise. Salty had been the only one aboard who knew there were two of them. Barbee was scratching his neck with her toes. Both sisters were topless. Even naked, except for the small scar on the inside of Barbee’s knee, they were identical. “So, what do you think will come of you and Alex? I think it’s a good sign that he agreed to scene with you, even if he was still mad.”
“Oh, he was mad all right. I still have red marks across my butt, and he didn’t even bid on me last night. He looked at me with his cold eyes and walked away. I was so crushed I just came back to the suite. I didn’t want to take a chance on someone else bidding on me and then having to go off with them. My heart just wouldn’t have been in it.”
“Maybe he had to work or something since Con was off last night. Did he say anything at all?”
“No. If that was the case, why didn’t he just tell me that? Barbee, I wish we had never thought of the ‘sharing’ thing in the first place. Why? We had never done something like that before. I certainly didn’t consider that he would feel used or like we’d made a fool of him. Truthfully, I never expected him to find out. When you think of it, if some pair of male twins had used one of us like that, we’d be ready to cut their nuts off—literally.”
“When you put it that way—true enough. If someone hurt you like that, I’d go crazy.”
“As to what’s going to happen, I have no idea. We’re just going to take it as it comes, no promises. What about you and Captain Con? That was a surprise. I didn’t see that coming. How was he?”
“As you would expect. Fab-U-lous. The man is a stallion. I didn’t expect him to bid on me either. At first I was a little scared. He’s a lot of man, and after that thing in the dungeon on the last trip…” She shuddered. “But in the end I guess he’s just like the rest of them. He puts his pants on one leg at a time and probably thinks with his dick—and there’s only room for a tiny little brain in there. I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed the experience though. I hope I get to repeat it, but who knows. A rolling stone and all that cliché stuff.”
“Maybe that rolling stone is ready to stop rolling. You never know. Anyway, just enjoy the moment as we always say. They pass so quickly.”
“I’m just glad there isn’t a lot of valuable jewelry aboard this trip. It might be too much of a temptation to break our new ‘going straight’ resolution.” Barbee sighed. She had enjoyed her second career—maybe a little too much.
“No way. I have absolutely no temptation…at all. Don’t even think about it.”
Barbee had to smile. While her sister had been technically every bit as good a jewel thief as she had been, Baylee never really had the temperament for it, unlike herself. Barbee had thrived on the danger, excitement, and adrenalin high. “Of course not. Especially not here.
The eyes of every member of the crew are on us twenty-four-seven. When I called Jamie Devereau about booking this cruise, he was very clear about that. That’s one man I wouldn’t want to cross a second time. As gorgeous and charming as he is, he definitely could be more than a little scary. I bet he’s hell on wheels in business and in the bedroom. We were lucky the first time.”
“We were. That could have gone so wrong. Well, let’s shower and get dressed. I want to look good tonight—since as you say, all eyes are on us.”
* * * *
Casey Campbell and Natasha Romanova were having a cup of coffee in the crew’s dining and recreation room on the first deck. They were alone. “Really, Tasha, I was floored when Con bid on Barbee Baxter at the sub auction. I never would have thought he would do that. I know we don’t have an understanding or anything, but…I hope my feelings weren’t plastered all over my face.”
“I didn’t notice that you were upset, Casey, so I say no. You hid well your feelings. Maybe he is just want to keep a close eye on her, you know?”
“Some close eye. I bet their clothes were off in two seconds flat the minute they went through the door of the dungeon.” Casey knew she looked unhappy.
Natasha smiled. “You are probably right about that. Con is something. But then that is what you like about him in first place. Always ready to go. Don’t worry about it. Is short cruise and will soon be over, and then all will go back as was before.”
“I hope so. I’m trying not to let myself get all twisted about it, but it’s hard. Well, anyway. Game night should be fun. What do you guys have up your sleeves? I guess you can’t go quite as far as you did on the Rio cruise.”
“No, but we have some good things up sleeves as you say.”
* * * *
The eager passengers and off-duty members of the crew were on the main deck enjoying the trays of margaritas, mojitos, and martinis that were being passed around by stewards as well as the open bar. Game night was always popular. Greg Dempsey, as the director of the BDSM club aboard, and his assistant and collared sub, Natasha, were making the rounds, working the crowd, and getting everyone excited. Since this cruise was not comprised of mostly committed couples, as they usually were, he knew it might take a little encouragement to get everyone to participate. There was still the embarrassment factor even though these folks all enjoyed the lifestyle. The really nice prizes would help garner participation as well.
* * * *
Cassie, Devon, and Sy were seated at a card table waiting for a fourth to join them for a game of strip poker when Beau pulled out a chair and sat down. Cassie and Devon had gotten a heads-up from Natasha and had come prepared for serious play with a plethora of extra clothing items like scarves, underwear, and numerous pieces of jewelry in their arsenal. Standard sub wear, especially sans underwear, would leave them at a serious disadvantage in a game of strip poker, and neither of them planned to end up buck naked on deck. But neither did they want to look silly wearing seven layers of clothes.
Beau gave Cassie a wolfish smile just for her. “Cut the cards, and let’s play. Five-Card Draw, Seven Card Stud, Texas Hold ’em, or Omaha?” He grinned at the other occupants of the table. It was clear that this was not his first rodeo or his first poker game, and exactly what he had in mind was also clear. He wasn’t planning to be the big loser, and he planned to enjoy every bet Cassie lost.
Cassie grinned back at him. Her mom had taught her how to drive, but she had learned to play poker from her dad. He was a shark and without mercy when it came to cards. They had played for pennies, and he wasn’t above winning her allowance and keeping it. Poker was serious business. She had learned well. She knew she could hold her own in this company—if she wanted to, that is. “So what is the currency? What are the clothes worth? What is a sock worth? What about a shirt?”
“Let’s keep it simple with Five-Card Draw. Let’s play with chips to start, $5.00 ante, and then when we’re tapped out we can get into items of apparel,” Devon said, looking just a tad nervous. She wasn’t the card shark that Cassie was.
“How about this? Small items of clothing like jewelry, scarves, hats, gloves, or shoes and socks for $1.00. Sweaters or jackets for $2.00. Pants, skirts, shirts, or undershirts for $5.00. Bras for $10.00, and underpants or briefs for $20.00.” Sy seemed to have it all worked out in his head already—finance guy after all. These two were probably really good with numbers. Well, neither of them had gone to St. Mary’s School for Girls and didn’t have her dad or her usually excellent luck. They didn’t stand a chance unless she decided to cut them a break.
After they had negotiated and agreed on all the various options, Cassie cut the deck, and Beau shuffled and dealt five cards to each player. She could see by the way he handled the cards that he was no novice.
Cassie picked up her cards and shielded them close to her chest. She pulled her sunglasses from the top of her head and put them on. Even her sunglasses had nonreflective lenses. She wasn’t going to let anyone see her hand. Her dad had told her she had a “tell” when she had a good hand. She would squint and keep rearranging her cards. She was determined not to give the game away tonight. Her dad had taught her how to bluff, and they had worked on her poker face.
After several rounds of betting it was clear to Cassie that Beau and Sy were going to be formidable opponents. They had both already accumulated a tidy pile of chips, mostly from poor Devon, who was likely to start losing clothes pretty soon. Cassie could see it was time to get serious. After about another hour of play, Cassie and Beau were the ones with the most chips. She knew he was going to try and force her hand with a big bet. She just might let him. She was anxious for this game to start getting interesting. Both Sy and Devon had folded, and this hand was strictly between the two of them. She looked at her latest cards casually. Her hand was very good. She had a straight flush—4, 5, 6, 7, and 8 of Hearts. She was usually good at remembering what cards had been played or discarded, but with two hands thrown down, she couldn’t be sure. Beau had a great poker face. Heck, he had a great face period, but she wasn’t going to be distracted by that.
It was time to get daring and up the ante, so to speak. Cassie pushed her entire pile of chips into the middle of the table. This was taking a big chance, but there was only one hand that could beat her. She was betting that Beau did not have a royal straight flush. Of course, he could have a straight flush with higher cards than hers, but the odds were against that as well. Without so much as a change in expression, Beau laid down his cards on the table face up. Ten, jack, queen, king and ace of Spades. Shit. He does have a royal straight flush. How did he do that? Mark the cards? Or was he just a really good player with exceptional luck? He pulled the entire pot over in front of him.
“Now, Sandy, we play for clothes, unless you want to concede and go downstairs to one of the theme rooms with me now?” He grinned at her, and the hackles came up on her neck.
“No way, cowboy. You’re going to have to beat me right down to my last thread in order to win that concession.”
Devon and Sy just sat back to watch the action. It was clear that the battle lines had been drawn between Cassie and Beau, and neither of them planned to be a casualty of war. Several more rounds found Cassie alternately losing a piece of apparel or sometimes winning back a few chips to toss back in the pot, it was clear that Beau was eventually going to prevail. He had the whole pot at his disposal.
“Ready to call it quits, Sinclair, or are you a glutton for punishment? It’s the theme room with me, or continue to strip down ’til you’re sitting here naked.” He was grinning like a fool, and she was getting aggravated.
She knew he had her. There didn’t seem to be much more she could do. She shouldn’t have made that big bet on her straight flush. Her dad would have told her to play more conservatively. Oh, well. Maybe she didn’t want to be conservative.
She stood up and said, “I guess it’s the theme room. It would take a poker miracle to win now.”
“Good choic
e, Sinclair. Let’s go.”
Cassie could see the stunned look on Devon’s face. She knew Cassie very rarely lost at cards. “Sy and I are going to play some Sexy Charades. We’ll see you later…or not.” Devon and Sy got up from the poker table and headed over to another group near the rail who were playing a game of charades.
Beau stood and took her hand and started toward the central staircase and the theme rooms on Deck Three.
* * * *
Beau was grinning from ear to ear on the inside, but he still had his poker face in place. This could not have gone better if he’d planned it—which of course he had. The lovely Sandy had no way of knowing that he played tournament poker in Vegas when he got the chance, and those high-stakes games had bankrolled more than one investment deal for him when he was starting out in the equally dangerous and high-stakes financial world.
He looked around the deck and saw interesting games of backgammon, Monopoly, and Twister being played by various passengers and crew members. They all had a sex theme, and he could envision some of the interesting outcomes before the night was over. He was anxious to get Sandy downstairs and out of her clothes.
Chapter Ten
The Golden Dolphin, at sea in the Gulf of Mexico, May 14, 2014—Wednesday Evening, Day Five of the Cruise
Cassie was excited about Sadie Hawkins night. This was the culmination of her plan for revenge. There was going to be another cocktail party and buffet dinner on deck that night and then the Sadie Hawkins event in which the women would choose a man for the evening, either Dom or sub. As she understood it, it wasn’t going to be an auction this time. The women would just walk up to the man they wanted and take him off. She planned to be among the first on deck. She didn’t want to miss her opportunity.
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