Anne swallowed as much of Jamie as she could take and then slowly pulled back while maintaining suction. His stiff cock slipped from her mouth and bounced back against his belly, causing her to giggle. Jamie reached down and swatted her butt. “Are you laughing at your Master, slave girl?”
“Oh, no, Master. I would never laugh at you.” She was having a hard time keeping a straight face. One of the best things about their relationship was how often she got to laugh at him. But this beautiful cock was no laughing matter. She bent down and applied herself to her task. She was determined that her Master was going to enjoy his slave girl. He had certainly earned it.
“See that you don’t, slave girl.” Anne licked her way back down his shaft as she following the prominent veins mapping the surface. She sucked him in and worked the hard shaft until his cock throbbed, and he was ready to blow. She could see by his red face that she had made his blood pressure skyrocket.
He stood up and dragged her back to the bed. “On your knees, slave girl.” Anne complied. Before she had anchored herself, he had grasped her waist, and she found him knocking at her back door. He sheathed himself in her hot, wet pussy and began driving hard and deep in the rhythm that she loved. The silk walls of her vagina clenched around him, and he blasted off as he gave her one final, powerful thrust, and she exploded around him. Her whole body convulsed with the pleasure of his powerful possession.
He collapsed on top of her, driving her face-first into the mattress. She could hear the mischief in his voice as he said, “Not bad, slave girl.”
“Am I going to have to be called ‘slave girl’ for this whole trip, Master?” She knew that would get old after a while.
“No. You can be Queen Anne tomorrow. But right now, slave girl, let’s see if you like your trinket.” He pulled a small black velvet jeweler’s box from his pants pocket and opened it.
Anne gasped as she took the dangling diamond earrings from the box. Each one was comprised of a two inch string of glittering half-carat pavé diamond balls. “Oh, Jamie. They’re stunning. I can’t wait to wear them.”
He grinned at her and said, “I think they would go with the outfit you have on right now just fine, cher.”
* * * *
Barbee was going through the items in the safe of the master suite while Baylee was serving drinks on the top deck in full view of the entire ship. She wasn’t sure that it was a good idea to rip off the ship owner first, but she knew that Anne Sutton had a very large collection of fabulous jewelry, and she might not miss the diamond bracelet immediately, if at all. Barbee, wearing latex gloves, was careful to also remove the bracelet’s box from the safe. With any luck, Anne might think she had forgotten to bring it along. In any event, the bracelet and its box were in Barbee’s pocket, the items in the safe had been returned in the order she had removed them, and she was out of the master suite and back in Baylee’s cabin before the Devereaus returned.
* * * *
Baylee had stayed up top to help clean up after the party and be fully visible at all times. She didn’t rush back to her cabin, and in fact, took a few minutes to play lock-lips and grab-ass with Alex Dragados. Since the cruise had officially gotten under way, there had not been as much time as they would have liked to spend with the delicious Alex, especially since she and Barbee were sharing him. She was anxious to see what Barbee had scored in the master suite.
Chapter Six
The Golden Dolphin – San Juan, Puerto Rico, February 23, 2014 – Sunday 8:00 a.m., Day Four of the Cruise
The ship had pulled into San Juan early on Sunday morning. The crew immediately began the refueling and re-provisioning processes, and the galley crew prepared breakfast. While Alex Dragados, the chief mate, had the bridge, Captain Cortelis visited the harbormaster’s office with the ship’s credentials and passenger and crew passports. By nine thirty all was ready for the passengers to debark for a day of shopping and sightseeing in San Juan.
Alex had been born in Ponce, Puerto Rico, and knew the island intimately. He had given the passengers several tips on where to spend the day. The beaches were beautiful as was El Yunque, the twenty-eight thousand acre tropical rainforest that graced the island. It was the only tropical rainforest in the United States National Forest System. Some passengers wanted to ride the zip lines over the rainforest, while some wanted to tour the El Morro fort in Old San Juan, and others were looking forward to surfing the big waves on the windward side of the island. There was no shortage of great adventures to enjoy. Casey Campbell, the ship’s purser, had made arrangements for rental cars and minivans to transport the passengers to the beaches and various sites around the island. Several of the passengers had requested tours of the Arecibo Observatory and the world’s largest radio telescope which trolled deep space for evidence of life in the cosmos. Jamie Devereau, with his many contacts, had been able to arrange for a private tour of the facility for the ship’s passengers who were interested.
Alex Dragados had made arrangements to have Baylee Baxter’s shore leave correspond with his own.
“How about lunch in Old San Juan, and then we can spend a couple of hours at the beach before we have to be back aboard.”
“That sounds like heaven. I’m as anxious as the passengers to get some sand between my toes.” Baylee had an open and inviting smile, and Alex more than enjoyed her conversation, not to mention the other things they did together that required very little talking except the occasional “Yes, Master.” He grinned. Maybe they would get an opportunity to use the dungeon on the next leg of the cruise to Fortaleza, Brazil, where the ship would refuel again.
* * * *
Anne Sutton poked her head out of the closet in the ultraluxurious and elegant master suite’s bedroom. They had occupied the suite on the wedding and honeymoon cruise to Cozumel the year before and thoroughly enjoyed its opulence. “Jamie, do you remember if I brought my five-row diamond bracelet? I was just putting my stuff from last night away. I thought I might wear the bracelet to dinner tonight, but I can’t find it.”
“Babe, you brought so much stuff that I honestly don’t remember. Did you make a packing list on your iPad? Maybe that will tell you.”
“I did make a list, but I didn’t save it after I packed. That was stupid. I thought for sure I brought it. Oh well…”
“If you’re worried, we can ask Max to check the safe at home and see if it’s there.”
“I really don’t want to bother Max. Let me see if I remember more clearly later when I’m not trying so hard. I’m just making myself crazy.”
“Making you crazy is my job, cher.”
“And you do it so well…”
* * * *
The days passed quickly on the next leg of the cruise. On Wednesday the ship refueled in the port at Fortaleza, Brazil. It was the seventh day of the cruise, and the stop was quick as there wasn’t as much sightseeing to do there as in Puerto Rico, and everyone was anxious to get to Rio de Janeiro.
Violette continued to practice with Colleen, and the passengers and crew delighted in occasionally hearing the strains of her music wafting through the ship. The passengers had taken to calling her Tinkerbelle, which made them all laugh, and begging for a concert. She didn’t feel she was ready for a full performance, but she felt she would be able to handle a shorter version on the way back from Rio. It was agreed that they would have a dinner party on deck after Carnaval, and Violette would play for them. She began planning and practicing every morning on their private deck. Baylee always brought her an early pot of coffee and some bagels or croissants to hold her over until breakfast was served. Although Nik listened to her play, he stayed in bed and let her have her private time with Colleen. She appreciated that he knew how much it meant to her.
* * * *
When she had put Colleen back in her case, Nik smiled at her from under the blankets of the huge bed. “You’re sounding better every day. Stronger and more confident in your hand and bow work. Come back to bed, Vi. I’m getting lonely in her
e.”
“What a baby. I was just a few feet away. How could you be lonely?”
“Come in here and see.” Nik watched with hooded eyes as Violette took off her robe and slipped back into bed with him. She rolled over and snuggled up against his side. Sometimes he didn’t think Violette could possibly mean more to him than she did at that particular moment or that he could possibly love her more. But every day he did love her more. There seemed to be a bottomless well of love for her in his heart.
Quick as a snake he rolled her under him and was kissing her breasts. Once he had her pinned, he made a leisurely journey south until his lips were sucking and licking her puckered nipples and further south still until he had her legs spread wide and his mouth over her clit. Nik felt the vibration of waves of pleasure course through her body.
“I want to play your body like you play that violin. I want to make you vibrate and tremble.” Suiting actions to words, he began to stroke her pussy with a pulsating motion of his left hand. “Is this vibrato?” When she just moaned, he began a rapid repetitive movement of his tongue over her clit. “Is this tremolo?”
* * * *
Violette was lost in the music Nik created on her body. She had never experienced anything like it. His words and actions together had her soaring into a stunning orgasm that trembled and vibrated through her mind and body like a symphony of sensations. Violette moaned as waves of chills coursed over her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She had known she loved him before, but her feeling for him now defied expression. He had touched her soul with his body. Her heart opened to him like the swelling sound of the orchestra.
When she was trembling beneath him he entered her and began the long, slow strokes that mimicked the drawing of the bow across the strings.
“What about adagio? Is that slow enough?” It was more than she could stand. She climaxed loudly a second time. “Now that was definitely fortissimo.” The music in her soul exploded outward in waves of sound and fury across her nerve endings. She knew Nik watched the expressions on her face carefully, and when she was at her peak, he joined her like the crashing of cymbals. “And that was crescendo.”
When they had quieted, he said, “I love you more than I can express in words.”
“Oh, baby…with love like that, you don’t need words.”
Chapter Seven
The Golden Dolphin – Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, February 28, 2014 – Friday 8:00 a.m., Day Nine of the Cruise
After waiting for the port pilot to board, the ship had finally docked in the Port of Rio de Janeiro on Friday morning. The passengers and crew were anxious to debark, and Con had taken care of port protocols early. Con and the security officer, Greg Dempsey, had held a meeting of all crew and passengers on deck the evening before.
“Rio is one of the most exciting cities in the world, and during Carnaval, it has the potential to be even more exciting—and not necessarily in a good way. There is a lot of crime, especially in the favelas or shanty towns of the ultrapoor. There can be a problem with pickpockets, kidnappers, and other criminals mingling with the crowds. It is recommended that you stay in the Zona Sul, or South Zone, of the city. We would also recommend that you stay in groups. Please, don’t anyone go off by themselves for any reason.”
Greg Dempsey took over. “The ship’s security team will be available to escort different groups to the various tourist locations. Please take advantage of this. Going off on your own could be dangerous, especially at night. We know you are anxious to experience Carnaval, but please let’s all do it in a safe way. Lastly, do not under any circumstances remove your blue bracelets. We need to know where everyone is at all times.”
* * * *
Nik was conflicted. He knew Violette, Anne, and Harper wanted to do some shopping in the city that afternoon without Nik, Jamie, and Morgan tagging along. He could understand that. It would be more fun for them without three hulking guys constantly glancing at their watches. All of the passengers wanted to participate in the Carnaval festivities, street parades with their extravagant floats and costumes, and samba street dancing that evening. That was the reason for the trip after all.
The previous evening after the meeting on deck, he had spoken with his security team in New York and had gotten some disturbing news. The team had kept Katya Kosakova under surveillance since shortly after Vi’s accident, and they had continued the surveillance since he and Vi had left on the cruise. They had learned that Katya frequently visited a suspected member of the Russian Mafia in an apartment in the Brighton Beach section of Brooklyn. She had her own apartment in Brooklyn Heights, but seldom slept there except when the boyfriend was busy elsewhere with who knew what nefarious activities.
The team had been successful in bugging his apartment with video surveillance and had e-mailed Nik the video. It was chilling, but Nik had to laugh. The scary Russian gangster probably thought no one would have the nerve to enter and bug his apartment. Well, Rossiter Construction had dealt with thugs of every description over its many years of existence from his grandfather’s time at the helm to his own. Scumbags of every nature abounded from the Jamaican posses, to the Irish mob, to the Italian Mafia, to the Russian Mafia as well as unions in the construction trades controlled by all of them. Of all of the groups, Nik felt the Russian Mafia was the scariest. They just seemed to have no limits. The one thing they seemed to understand was that good business should control their decisions. At least, the bosses understood that. Nik wasn’t so sure that the soldiers did as well.
Nikolai Alexander Rossiter had some personal knowledge of the Russian Mafia through family connections. His grandfather had married a beautiful Russian ballerina, the youngest daughter of a well-known Russian Mafia chief, and as a result they had usually left Rossiter Construction alone. The Irish Rossiter family, of course, wanted nothing to do with the Russian Mafia, and Nik and his father kept their distance from the Russian uncles and cousins, some of whom were alleged to be mob connected. Nik did, however, maintain a cordial relationship with his great-grandmother Anya who, after the assassination of her husband in 1982, was the head of that side of the family. Those connections weren’t something Nik usually discussed with anyone.
Nik knew he had to speak with Violette about what the surveillance had revealed. It was disturbing, and he knew she would not like that he had had her friend, Katya, watched. Well, tough shit. She was going to have to deal. He wasn’t going to just sit by and watch while Vi was injured by a jealous competitor—not when he could do something about it. He knew he had to show her the video, and he wasn’t sure what her reaction would be. It could go either way. She could be accepting of his help, or they could be having a battle royal that would shake the walls. They had been getting along so well while aboard the Golden Dolphin, and he was reluctant to rock that particular boat. Violette could be the most stubborn pain in the butt when she got an idea firmly lodged in her head. He smiled. He was known as a stubborn bastard himself when that particular skill set was called for.
The incident in the subway had definitely not been an accident. They had this Andrei Sokolov guy on tape admitting that he had paid one of his low-level mob buddies to push Violette down the stairs. And more than that, they had Katya on tape thanking him for his help and encouraging him to make Vi’s injury permanent. She wanted to be first violin, and she would prefer it if Violette didn’t return from her trip to resume her position with the Philharmonic. It was obvious that she didn’t particularly care how that came about.
Nik had been shocked. She was definitely a stone-cold bitch. This woman was a sociopath of the first order. There was no vestige of gratitude or compassion for her friend, a woman who had helped her attain the position she now enjoyed with the Philharmonic. She just wanted to step over Violette’s body to get ahead. Well, that was only going to happen over his dead body. Vi was going to have to suck it up. If it took his hand on her butt, she was going to listen to him this time.
He had taken Jamie and Morgan asi
de and briefed them on what he had discovered. Jamie was concerned for not only Violette and Nik but for all of the passengers. “Let’s be sure that no one goes off without an escort from the security team. I know the girls will protest, but all three of us have to stick together on this. It would be too easy in all the chaos, noise, and excitement of Carnaval for something to happen to any one of them, or to any of the passengers for that matter.”
“I agree. I know Violette is going to give me an argument on this, but if Anne and Harper are under similar restrictions, maybe she’ll just go along.” It was a faint hope, but a hope nonetheless. “I’m going to show her the video of Katya and Andrei. If you hear an explosion or gun shots, it will just be Vi showing her displeasure at my meddling, stifling of her creativity, taking over of her life, et cetera. I’ve heard it all before, but I’ve never before had actual evidence to show her that this really is a credible threat.”
“Well, good luck, buddy. It seems a firm hand is required for this.” Jamie grinned, and Morgan laughed out loud.
“Yeah, a firm hand. I hope it doesn’t come to that. If I have to play the Master card, I might not come out of the scuffle with all my parts. Wish me luck.”
* * * *
Violette was dressing for her shopping expedition with Anne and Harper. She was wearing a bright-yellow sundress and her new diamond earrings. They wanted to hit the designer shops in the city and then have lunch someplace fun. Mostly, they just wanted to be off the ship. She noticed that Nik seemed subdued and thoughtful.
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