Ivorie's Surprise [Golden Dolphin] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Skye Michaels

Greg helped Natasha to her feet. “Strip, slave, and put on the cuffs.” Natasha removed her short dress and hung it neatly in the armoire. When she had buckled the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, he attached her to the chains hanging from the ceiling. He bound her ankle cuffs to a metal bar that spread her legs wide and snapped it to bolts in the glossy teak floor. Ivorie shivered. She could see that Natasha was immobilized and totally at the Dom’s mercy.

  Greg strode around his sub, inspecting her body as he let the tension build. Natasha’s eyes were downcast as she waited for her Master. Finally, Greg picked up the rose flogger. He ran the supple tails through his strong, long-fingered hands. Natasha watched him from under her long, thick, golden eyelashes. The longing in her expressive eyes was palpable as the leather tails slipped through his fingers. She trembled before him as he slowly and gently ran the flogger over her body, skimming the bloodred leather roses lightly over the creamy skin of her breasts and belly and down her thighs. He walked behind her and repeated the process over her back and butt. She was so aroused that Ivorie could see her pussy clench and moisture flood from her sex. “Oh, please, Master,” she cried.

  “Silence, sub,” he said as he snapped the flogger. Even the experienced members of the audience jumped as the loud crack of the whip split the sexual tension in the air. Greg continued to stand just behind her as her back and buttocks trembled in anticipation and excitement. His cock strained against the leather of his pants. It was obvious that she was totally submissive to him. He cracked the flogger, and she jumped. She flinched as he ran the tails over her body again. Finally, when the tension in the room was unbearable, he cracked the flogger over her upper back and butt. He continued the lightly stinging strokes until they elicited a sharp cry from her arched throat. He placed the sharp bite of a well-aimed stroke across her buttocks. Finally, the rose tails of the flogger lightly struck between her spread thighs and drove her into a stunning climax. Her orgasm shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. As the thunderous convulsions subsided, she hung from the chains, drained and limp. Greg uncuffed her wrists and ankles and picked her up. He crushed his lips to hers in a brutal kiss and held her tightly to his chest for a moment. Then he carried her from the room while the audience stood in the dungeon in awe.

  Ivorie was trembling, and she still held Drew’s hand in a death grip. Even the ebullient Turners were silent in the aftermath of the demonstration. Slowly, the crowd broke up and returned to the main deck to get fresh drinks, to recover from what they had just witnessed, and to control the incredibly intense sexual feelings they were experiencing. Most were strangely silent. Some of the women had actually come while they watched, and most of the men sported hard-ons under their well-tailored slacks. It had been a powerful exhibition.

  “I really don’t feel like going back to the lounge. Do you want to come back to my suite for a drink? We can relax up there and discuss this if you like.” Drew was watching her carefully. Maybe he thought she was going to faint or something. Well, she was tougher than that. At least she hoped so.

  Chapter Ten

  Drew was glad the tail of his white silk shirt was untucked because it somewhat covered the raging erection he was having trouble subduing. Not only the exhibition but Ivorie’s soft body curled against him was having the expected effect.

  Once they were back in the sitting room of the suite, Drew turned to Ivorie. “Have a seat. How about a glass of white wine? I have some brandy if you want something stronger.”

  “Wine would be great. Thanks. That was some exhibition. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting…if I knew what I was expecting. Well, anyway…that wasn’t it.”

  Drew laughed. “You sound completely confused. BDSM is different for every couple that practices it. Fantasies are different. Likes and dislikes are different, and the degree of severity and commitment are different.”

  “That sure was different. I won’t argue with that. Did she really want to be whipped?”

  Drew filled a cut-crystal wine glass and handed it to her then poured an inch of amber liquid into a brandy snifter for himself. He sat down on the forest-green brocade loveseat next to her. “Yes, she did. But, Ivorie, remember what you saw. Do you think he really hurt her? It was more the idea of it than the actual pain. It was more about the act of submission. Some people want the actual pain, and I think Natasha may be one of them, but Greg isn’t willing to go beyond his own comfort level to deliver it. That’s his hard limit. What we saw tonight was really very mild.”

  * * * *

  Ivorie went back in her memory and tried to get beyond the shock of the scene. She had to admit Drew was right. None of the whip strokes were really hard. They may have stung a bit, and while her skin was pink, none of the strokes had broken the skin or even left marks. It was more about the loud cracking sounds and the spectacle. “Huh. I think you’re right. That was a lot of drama and not much actual punishment. Did that satisfy Natasha’s needs then?”

  “Maybe not completely, but believe me, she’s probably about to be thoroughly satisfied any minute now, if the way Greg looked and the way I’m feeling right now is anything to judge by.”

  Ivorie looked at him speculatively. She hadn’t thought about how the performance they had just witnessed together had affected Drew. She knew her own panties were definitely in a twist, not to mention embarrassingly damp. She apparently had been just as affected as Drew, whose pupils seemed to be a little dilated. This BDSM stuff was powerfully erotic. No wonder people liked it.

  * * * *

  Drew gazed into her eyes. They looked a bit heavy. She couldn’t be sleepy. If she said she was tired and wanted to call it a night, he thought he might cry like a baby. He took the wine glass from her hand, put it on the table next to his brandy snifter, and gently pulled her into his arms. And then, no longer gentle, he crushed his mouth down on her ripe, red lips in a hard kiss. He coaxed her lips open to accept his tongue as their mouths melded. He ran his hands down her back and, cupping her round bottom, pulled her tight against his hard shaft. She whimpered and burrowed into his chest as he savaged her delicate lips. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she opened to him. He groaned in relief. She wanted this as much as he did. Drew continued to feast on her mouth as he skimmed his hand over the swell of her breasts. He slipped his fingers into the lacy bra cupping her high, round breasts and skimmed them over the pebbled raspberry tips. She shivered.

  “I want to make love to you, Ivorie. If you don’t want to you’d better leave right now. If you stay much longer I don’t know if I will be able to stop.”

  * * * *

  Ivorie looked into his smoldering hazel eyes and unbuttoned his shirt. The deep timbre of his voice sent a rush of excitement skittering up her spine. She didn’t fully understand it, but she knew she wanted this with every fiber of her being. After all, two days ago she couldn’t stand the sight of him. Well, that was then, and this is now! She ran her hands down his chest. His skin was like silk over steel, smooth and hairless. Her fingers paused to learn each ridge and valley of his washboard abs.

  Ivorie smiled in anticipation as she pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, and her fingers moved down to unbutton his waistband. She pushed his slacks down his muscular thighs and was surprised to see he had gone commando. She gulped in a breath. His shaft was at full attention, steel-hard, and more than ready. He was even more beautiful than she had imagined. He stepped out of the slacks and kicked off his alligator moccasins.

  “Slow down, girl. Let me have a turn.” He reached into the drawer of the table for a condom and made quick work of suiting up.

  “I don’t want to go slow, Drew.” She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. He lifted her dress over her head, and she was left standing in high heels and a silky blue-lace teddy that she knew was beautiful. She had spent more on it and the cami dress than she should have, but the look in his eyes at that moment made it worth every outrageous penny. “Make love to me.”

  He picked her up in
his arms and headed toward the bedroom. Ivorie tightened her arms around his neck as he leaned down to push the multitude of plush throw pillows off the king-size bed and put her gently down. She kicked her shoes off and smiled up at him as she pulled him down next to her. She thought her behavior might be just a bit brazen, and that wasn’t like her at all, but she couldn’t help herself. Apparently she had harbored some feelings for Drew Blessingame that even she wasn’t aware of—and they hadn’t all been hostile.

  * * * *

  Drew flipped the snaps between her thighs open and pushed the blue silk out of the way. Then he pulled the teddy off over her head, leaving her naked. He ran his fingers over her smooth mound and found the little bundle of nerves at the apex. He pushed the hood back and skimmed his fingers lightly over her clit, and she gasped and arched her back in response. He continued the sweet torture with his mouth, nibbling and sucking, until he thought she might be getting close. He backed off and turned his attentions to her pulsing, slick center. He dipped two fingers into her pussy to test her readiness. Her body was hot and trembling with want. He kissed her hard and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He didn’t think he could wait another minute.

  She pushed him over and straddled his middle, brushing her hot center over his pulsing erection. Her long silky hair brushed over his chest as she rubbed against him until he didn’t think he could stand another minute of the exquisite torture. Finally, when he thought he would explode, she lowered herself onto his hard cock, leaned forward on her forearms, and began to stroke him, slow and easy. She raised and lowered her body, pleasuring herself on his hard cock while he watched the emotions cross her beautiful face. She was the picture of erotic bliss. When he could stand the slow pace no longer, he quickly rolled her over and took command of the situation. He restrained her wrists above her head with one hand and supported himself with the other. When she didn’t evidence any fear of the pseudo-bondage, he began to stroke her harder and faster until his orgasm roared through him like a freight train, and his seed slammed into the condom. The sounds in his head seemed just as loud as a freight train. He slowed to let the residual waves of the orgasm pulse through his body, and then he began to stroke her slow and easy again in the age-old rhythm of love. He increased the pace as he watched her follow him over into her own stunning orgasm. He collapsed on her chest and just laid there satisfied and exhausted. He knew he was probably too heavy to stay on top of her for long, but at the moment he was unwilling and unable to move.

  When he had gotten his breath back, he said, “That was truly extraordinary, Ms. James.”

  She sighed. “It certainly was, Mr. Blessingame.”

  Drew did not let Ivorie return to her own cabin when she had tried to get up and make a run for it. After disposing of the condom, he went into the bathroom and returned with a hot washcloth. He cleaned both of them, and then he pulled the silk sheets and comforter up. As he waited for sleep to overtake him, he wondered how he was going to keep Ivorie in his bed and how this new dynamic in their relationship would translate in their work world. He wasn’t going to be able to figure it out tonight, that was for sure. Finally he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  The Golden Dolphin—in International Waters, October 7, 2013—Monday Morning, Day Two of the Cruise

  When Drew woke at first light the next morning, Ivorie was cuddled into his chest, and his leg was draped over her thighs. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  Last night had been amazing in its intensity. He was usually good for at least two goes without a rest, but his orgasm had been so strong, he had felt drained and had immediately fallen asleep. Right now a morning quickie was definitely on his mind, but he thought he’d order them some coffee and breakfast delivered to the suite first. He tried to reach for the phone on the bedside table, but he found that Ivorie had latched onto him like a baby squid. He laid back down and decided breakfast could wait.

  She certainly was responsive once her inhibitions had been brushed aside, and he thought she might make a really fine submissive. He smiled delightedly to himself. A few days ago, he never would have thought that Ms. James had it in her. There was a lot below the surface that Ms. James showed to the world, and he looked forward to discovering what exactly it was. He rolled over on top of her and kissed her eyelids until she fluttered them open and looked at him in surprise. For a moment he thought she wasn’t sure where she was, and then it all came back to her with a bright pink blush. “Tell me I dreamed all of that.”

  “I’m afraid not, darlin’. I have to say that was an exceptional evening. Care to try for a fabulous morning?” he asked as he continued to rain kisses on her face. She struggled to get up, but he had her pinned, and he wasn’t letting her get away. He was not going to allow her momentary embarrassment to become permanent.

  “Oh, boy. I guess you aren’t going to let me forget that happened, are you?”

  “Not a chance. I thought it was a damn good way to end the day, and I have some great ideas for a damn good way to start the day. Are you up for a prebreakfast quickie?” He grinned down at her, and he could see she was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

  “I guess I am.” She pulled his face down for a quick, hard kiss. “But first I need a trip to the head.”

  “I wasn’t going to let you out of bed that easily, but I guess that’s a legitimate request.” He rolled off her so she could get up. “But hurry back. I’m anxious for a rerun.”

  * * * *

  Ivorie hurriedly jumped out of the bed. She was naked and feeling a little vulnerable. She hoped she’d find a robe in the bathroom. A morning quickie was a fine idea, but she wasn’t uninhibited enough to relish wandering around the suite in the nude. In the nude with Mr. Blessingame. Oh. My. God. What have I done? Okay, it was well and truly done now. She’d have to worry some other time about how to handle this when they got back to the office. With any luck she would fall overboard, and it wouldn’t be an issue. Ivorie found her dress and teddy folded neatly in the bathroom. What a relief. She brushed her teeth and attended to business, and then she quickly put the teddy back on and returned to the bedroom.

  After a quick trip to the other bathroom, Drew had just ordered an early breakfast. He turned to her, scooped her up, and dropped her back on the bed. “We have a good half hour before they bring breakfast up. I’ve got some ideas about what to do with all that time.”

  Drew lay down beside her and quickly donned a condom. He hastily dispensed with the teddy she had just modestly put on. He stripped it over her head and tossed it away. He smiled into her eager eyes, and then he got busy. He kissed her hard on the mouth and then proceeded to work his way down over her smooth, sensuous stomach, stopping to nip and suck her pebbled nipples. Then he continued down to her navel where he licked and sucked until he had her moaning in anticipation. He changed direction just to confuse her and revisited her plump, round breasts, this time neglecting the nipples and circling the areolas instead.

  Finally he rolled over between her spread thighs, and with a low growl he lifted her pussy to his eager mouth. His tongue laved her moist center, making lazy circles through her swollen pussy lips and around her clit, licking and sucking. He brought her nearly to the edge and then moved up her body until he could reach her mouth. He kissed her deeply as he plunged his morning-hard cock into her eager center and brought them both quickly to completion. As morning quickies went, it was excellent.

  Chapter Twelve

  Breakfast would be served on the deck off the Master Suite shortly, but in the meantime, their steward had brought a carafe of strong, hot coffee. While they waited for breakfast, Drew could tell that Ivorie was still a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. He just acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them, and gradually, she readjusted to his company.

  “We’ll be at sea today and tomorrow. What would you like to do today?”

  “I think I’ll get dressed and check in at the of
fice. See if there are any e-mails that need attention and then maybe go to the pool. How does that sound? Do you want me to print the Riverstone contracts so you can start to review them? ”

  “That’s a good idea. Let’s get some of the work out of the way while we’re stuck on the boat. I can do that at the pool as well as anywhere else.”

  * * * *

  After checking in at the office, Ivorie changed into a dark-blue bikini, threw on a cover up, and headed to the pool on the top deck. She sat on one of the comfortable lounges, set out her Kindle and sunscreen, and was just getting settled when Jenni Turner sat down in the next lounger.

  “Chris went to the gym, so I get a little time to sunbathe. I think he’s reserved a theme room for this afternoon as a surprise. I can’t wait!” She promptly untied her bathing suit top, applied sunscreen, and reclined topless.

  Ivorie was astounded. I guess topless or nude sun bathing is the “done thing” onboard yachts. “That sounds like fun,” Ivorie said with a slight blush. After watching the demonstration in the dungeon the night before, she was more than a little interested but still confused. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure, honey. What is it?”

  “Well, this BDSM thing…I’m a little curious. To tell you the truth, I had no idea that this was a BDSM cruise. I never knew there was such a thing. Do women actually like to do that?”

  “I do. We’ve been married quite a few years, and it keeps things interesting, to say the least. You may not realize it, but all of our BDSM activities are totally consensual. If it’s something new that we haven’t done before, we talk about whatever the activity is and decide if we both want to do it. And then, of course, there’s the safe word and hard limits. If things get too intense, all I have to do is say my safe word, and he stops whatever he’s doing. You have to completely trust your partner. I have a few items on my hard limit list that I know Chris would like to try but that make me uncomfortable, so we don’t do them.”