Now Cassie was getting a little nervous. This whole idea was scary, and she knew she had to either trust Beau or use her safe word and give the whole idea up. She wasn’t ready to do that. She had wanted the experience, and she didn’t plan to wimp out. While the atmosphere was intimidating she knew she could trust Beau. She started to breathe more heavily as their mutual level of excitement began to ramp up. The unknown was definitely having an effect on her perceptions of the whole scene. I’m naked and chained to the floor and ceiling with my legs spread wide open and wearing nipple clamps. It was strangely erotic, and her clit began to throb. She needed Beau to touch her.
“Master, please touch me.”
Beau quickly smacked her bottom. She gasped. “No topping from the bottom, sub. I’m sure Alex explained that concept and warned you newbie subs not to do it. I am the one in charge, and we will run on my schedule, not yours.” He ran his hand down over the red handprint on her butt and soothed it. He slid his hands up her ribcage and over her breasts and flicked the blue topaz nipple clamps. He smiled and looked very pleased with himself. Cassie could see that something about the nipple clamps besides the obvious was tickling his fancy, and it showed on his face. She could see that he was not going to share the random thought with her. She felt that wasn’t fair. She was expected to share her thoughts with her Master if he asked.
Beau walked around Cassie and inspected her naked body. He ran his hands over her opulent breasts and round bottom. “You are very pleasing to me, sub. You have a beautiful body. It’s so much more mature than when I saw you last.” He went over to the armoire near the door and removed and hung up his shirt. He chose a riding crop from the selection there. That made Cassie look up and pay attention. This might get out of hand.
Beau ran the crop down her back, over her butt, and down to the backs of her thighs. He flicked a sharp little stinging strike with the end of the crop across her right cheek. She gasped and jerked away. She looked at him with a question in her eyes, but she had the good sense not to speak without permission. She remembered that instruction from sub training.
“We are going to work on the fact that you can’t bring yourself to forgive me for what happened in Savannah all those years ago. I think it’s time for you to let it go. Maybe if I give you something else to think about…”
“Master, I am trying to work past those old hurts, and I think I’m making progress.” Was she trying to convince him or herself now that her butt was on the line?
“Maybe some new hurts will help the process along.” He struck her left cheek. The strike stung, but it was not actually very painful. Cassie was beginning to breathe heavily, and her heart was beginning to pound with excitement. He looked directly into her eyes as he used the ivory handle of the crop which was shaped like a penis to tease the aching slit between her legs. The cream on her pouting labia began to coat the phallic symbol.
“Lick your cream off the cock, Cassie.” She started to quake with desire. She reached out her tongue and licked the end of the crop he held in front of her lips. She had never experienced anything so sexy in her life. She began to moan, and need streaked through her body. He teased her clit with the ivory cock, and she almost lost it. She gathered herself back under control. She could see that Beau really was a Master of pleasure.
“Please, Master.”
“Quiet, sub. I have not given you permission to speak, so be still. And remember you can’t come until I give you permission.” He administered another slightly harder strike again to the right cheek. Her butt was beginning to sting.
Oh, boy. This is definitely getting serious. She didn’t know if she would be able to stop herself from coming if he continued this slow torture. She knew she would be punished if she broke that rule. At that thought, the throbbing in her clit was almost more than she could bear, and she couldn’t close her legs to control the flashes of pleasure that ran to her pussy. She was helpless and at his mercy.
Beau flicked the nipple clamps with his finger again. If she had not been suspended from the chains, she thought she would have collapsed to the floor where she stood. He ran his big, competent hands down from her breasts to her pussy and played with her throbbing clit. He pushed two fingers into her hot channel, and she was lost. She screamed as the climax rippled through her system.
“I knew I could make you scream,” he said. The seismic tremors rocked her to her very soul. She hung from the chains now, unable to stand. Beau released her ankles and wrists and picked her up in his arms. He walked to a large upholstered chair in the corner of the dungeon and sat down with her in his lap. He pulled one of the light-blue blankets over her and cuddled her against his chest. He held her like that for what seemed like hours until she started to calm down. Gradually, the fog of subspace began to recede, and she slipped back into reality.
When she began to regain her senses, she buried her face in his strong, corded neck. He brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her eyes, her cheeks, and finally her mouth. “Are you ready to forgive me now? You know you earned a punishment for coming without permission, but I’m going to let that one slip.”
“I’m still trying, Master, but I think I’m getting there.” She had just experienced the strongest orgasm of her life, and it was still throbbing through her system. She wiggled her butt against his impressive hard-on just to get a reaction from him.
“Don’t push your luck right now, sub.” The timbre of his voice dropped again. “I’m trying to be patient. I’d like nothing better than to bury my cock up to the hilt in your hot pussy right now, but I think you need a few minutes. I’m going to take the clamps off your nipples now before they get uncomfortable.”
Cassie gasped as Beau released first one clamp and then the other. Her nipples were sensitive. He took the pebbled peaks into his mouth and sucked them to ease the pain of the blood flooding back into the tips. Her breasts were tender, and her clit pulsed with desire. Beau’s steel-hard cock pressed against her bottom and reminded her that he had yet to come. She looked at him with inquiry in her eyes and said, “May I pleasure you, Master?”
“Of course, sub. My body is yours as your body is mine.”
Cassie knelt in front of him and opened the front of his trousers. His rock-hard cock sprang free, and she took it into both of her small but strong hands and began to massage the thick shaft. She looked into his eyes as she licked the drop of pre-cum from the slit. She carefully took the velvety head of his shaft into her mouth and began to suck and lick up one side and down the other as she had done with the ivory phallus. Finally, she sucked him into her mouth, and Beau sighed in relief. He pumped his cock deep into her mouth, and she continued her ministrations until he blasted off, and a jet of semen shot into her mouth and down her throat. She smiled up at him as a feeling of satisfaction that she had been able to bring him pleasure through her own efforts rushed through her heart. She felt some of the anger around her heart begin to break up and flow away on the sense of peace she felt as he pulled her back up and into his arms. The degree of intimacy she felt was astounding. She had never felt this close to another man, but she didn’t think she was ready to tell him that. She wondered if he remembered the date today.
* * * *
Beau sat back in the chair and tried to recover. Cassie had a wonderful mouth, and she used it with exquisite expertise. It had taken all his control to keep from jamming his dick down her throat. He hadn’t wanted to scare her. She settled back against him, her glorious breasts resting against his chest. When he had regained a measure of strength in his legs, he rose from the chair with her still in his arms, and walked out of the dungeon, up the central staircase, and back to the suite on the fourth deck. He was glad they didn’t pass anyone. He would have to retrieve their clothes later. He walked into the bedroom, placed her gently on the bed, stripped out of his trousers, and joined her. He pulled the quilt over them both. She nestled into his chest and closed her eyes. He needed to just watch her sleep. He realized that this woman
was everything he wanted. He hoped he would be able to break through her barriers to make a future with her.
While they dozed, the ship continued to make way toward Cat Island in the Bahamas. Beau awakened. He rose and turned on the small gas logs in the bedroom’s fireplace, more for atmosphere and light than for heat. The golden glow fell over the smooth planes of Cassie’s face, highlighting her delicate bone structure. Beau returned to bed and kissed her eyelids until she stirred in his arms. His warm breath tickled the soft place beneath her ear. He rolled over on top of her, spreading her thighs, and her legs curled up and clasped around his back as his iron-hard shaft plunged into her hot channel with a strong surge.
He whispered, “I need you.” He began the automatic thrusting motions until he began to build momentum, and her soft moans of acceptance played in his ears.
“Yes, Beau. Yes…”
He supported the weight of his broad chest on his muscular arms and angled his thrusts to rub against the G-spot hidden deep inside. He pounded himself into her over and over while he pressed hot, demanding kisses to her soft, warm mouth. She kissed him back with a fierceness that took his breath away. Finally, he shot his male essence into her waiting center. She bucked against him, and he watched in fascination as her orgasm flashed through her. He felt her muscles convulse around his cock. He settled back to earth and let his breathing steady.
This was what they both needed. He wanted this woman for a lifetime. Joy filled his heart, and he laughed softly as she smiled up at him before she drifted back to sleep. “I love you, baby.” It was the first time he’d said it out loud, and she was asleep. “I hope this was a better May 22nd than the one fifteen years ago.” She probably thought he’d forgotten the date, but he hadn’t. It had been on his mind all day. He had just been afraid to bring the subject up in conversation.
Chapter Nineteen
The Golden Dolphin, The Port of Miami, Miami, Florida, May 24, 2014—Saturday morning, Day Fifteen of the Cruise
The Golden Dolphin had put in at Cat Island in the Bahamas for a relaxing day of sun, sand, and island shopping before heading toward Miami and the glitzy bars, restaurants, and extravagance of Miami Beach’s South Beach area.
The captain had requested accommodations at the Port of Miami while the ship was still in Cozumel. A harbor pilot had boarded the ship offshore in the early morning and had guided the Dolphin to a berth on Dodge Island. When the passengers awoke the ship was safely docked, port business had been concluded, and they were free to debark for a day of shopping and sightseeing in Miami. The ship would not be leaving port until midnight to give the passengers some time to enjoy the South Beach nightlife.
Beau had done a substantial amount of business in Miami over the years and was familiar with the city. He had requested a rental car, and a Cadillac convertible was waiting in the parking area of the port. At breakfast they discussed the options for the day and decided on a short tour. The girls wanted to see Sea World and the Bal Harbor Shops at Aventura which were world famous. Beau and Sy were in agreement and after programming the GPS, they set off for the day. They enjoyed the show at Sea World, where the splash of a giant black-and-white killer whale drenched them all, they had lunch, and then headed for Aventura still only slightly damp. While the girls prowled the shops, with an eye toward jewelry and designer clothes, the guys found a comfortable local bar to enjoy some sports TV and beer.
Sy looked at Beau quizzically over the rim of his beer glass and said, “So, how’s it going with Cassie? You’ve been spending a lot of time with her during the day and it seems like every night. Where do you stand with her?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I think I am making progress, and then she slips back behind her shield of iron, and I feel like I can’t get through. It’s tough. It’s funny, well not really funny, how a mistake I made a million years ago in my stupid years could come back to haunt me in my adult years. If I could take that one mistake back, I would.”
“What are you going to do when we get back to Savannah?”
“I’ve got a few ideas. I’ll wait and see how it’s going. I keep hoping she’ll broach the subject, but somehow I doubt that she will. I think it’s going to be all up to me.”
* * * *
Cassie and Devon were industriously combing through the clearance racks at one of the designer stores in the Bal Harbor Shops. The designer clothing was incredible, and they were hoping for some fabulous finds. “I can’t believe this trip is almost over. When we left Savannah, it seemed like it was going to last forever.”
“Time flies. But you’re right. Has Beau said anything about what’s going to happen when the cruise is over?”
“No. We haven’t talked about any future plans. We have spent pretty much every night together though. I’m just going to let him figure it out. He’s a big boy. If he wants to see me again, he will.”
“Is that your way of protecting yourself, not putting yourself out there?” Devon looked vexed. “I had thought you were making some progress on that.”
“Maybe. Can you blame me? I just have that skittery feeling in my belly that says something bad is going to happen.”
“So now you’re a psychic. Do you have any reason to think that? Or are you just being you?” Devon shook her head and continued to work her way through the rack until she found a short evening-style dress to try on. She continued her quest until she found a second candidate.
Cassie laughed. “Probably just being me. We’ve been having a great time, getting along really well, and having lots of great sex. That scene in the dungeon the other night—wow. I’m beginning to see the appeal of the D/s thing. That’s what scares me—things seem to be going too well. I don’t know.” She paused. “Okay. This is what I’m talking about.” She pulled a short, red cocktail sheath dress with great lines off the rack. “My size and marked down twice. Whoo hoo! I’m going to try this baby on. See you in a few.”
“I’m going into the dressing room, too.”
When they were in adjoining changing rooms, Cassie said through the wall, “So, I get the impression you don’t agree with my tactics. You think I should broach the subject of seeing Beau after the cruise myself.”
“Yes, I do. But knowing you, I doubt that is going to happen.”
“What about you and Sy? Has he said anything?”
“Actually, we’ve made plans for me to fly up to Hotlanta in two weeks for a weekend.”
Cassie could hear the excitement in her friend’s voice. “That’s great, Dev. I’m happy for you. I think you guys make a great couple.”
“We kind of do, don’t we?”
* * * *
That afternoon after parking the convertible near the ship, Beau said, “Why don’t we all chill for a while, get cleaned up, and meet for dinner. Then we can check out a couple of clubs on South Beach.”
“That sounds good to me. I’m always seeing pictures of celebs in those clubs.” Devon had a definite gleam in her eye at the thought of spotting celebrities on the prowl.
“Ohhh, and we can wear our new dresses.”
Beau was definitely looking forward to seeing Cassie in the new red cocktail dress she had described to him but had not let him see. Sometimes she was playful and flirty, and sometimes that girl disappeared behind a cloud where he couldn’t seem to reach her.
* * * *
Cassie and Devon took a power nap in their cabins before dressing for the evening on South Beach. The two couples had decided to have dinner aboard and head out to the clubs a little later when things should be starting to heat up over on Miami Beach. Cassie’s red cocktail dress was short and tight, and she wore it with a pair of high, ankle-strap black pumps that were sexy but broken in enough to be comfortable for an evening of dancing. She knew the dress was a winner when she saw Beau’s smile as she and Devon walked out on the main deck for dinner. The dress had been worth every penny which, though on double mark-down, was still a substantial amount of money.
Beau stood up
and held her chair when Cassie approached the table. His whisper in her ear sent a shiver of awareness down her spine. “You look fabulous tonight, Cassie. I can’t wait to show you off over on the beach.”
Hmmm. Show me off? That smacked of male chauvinism to her. Well, when she thought about it, it was better than not wanting to show her off. She had to laugh. She wasn’t used to being a sex object. This is fun! Maybe it was another step toward reclaiming her feminine self-confidence, and that was all to the good. After a light but sumptuous dinner, they left the ship and headed to South Beach.
They started out with mojitos in the outdoor bar at Mango’s Tropical Café where the Latin music shook the walls and conversation was virtually impossible. The walls and ceilings of the club were painted with tropical murals, and the showgirls dancing on the tables were exotic and earthy. The atmosphere was full of pounding salsa energy. Cassie was surprised when Beau pulled her out on to the floor and proceeded to salsa dance Miami style with the best of them. It was hot and sexy and every eye in the place was on them. If she’d had time to worry about it as he whirled her around, it would have made her a little uncomfortable to be the center of attention, but she had to concentrate on following his strong lead, so what the hell. When she got a chance to breathe, she thought, I’ll never see these people again. What does it matter? She threw herself into the rhythm and beat of the hot music and the even hotter man. Beau was wearing all black, and his sexy aura was on full display. Her temperature was definitely rising—along with that of every other woman in the place.
While Sy didn’t have the natural moves that Beau exhibited, he was still an excellent dancer. Cassie could see that Devon was in her element and having a ball. Cassie had to giggle. The next phase of Devon’s moon would probably be Latin sexpot. Devon was an ever-changing canvas on which she painted this month’s version of herself.
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