After they were all full to bursting, they laid down for short naps under the trees. Violette nestled her head on Nik’s belly and quickly drifted off. Nik looked over at Jamie and said, “Maybe we can find some private time to talk about things later.” Jamie nodded his head in agreement.
* * * *
Once they had returned to the ranch, Nik pulled Violette back to their suite to change into dungeon clothes for the promised excursion to Philip Devereau’s private dungeon located in a small building behind the horse stables. Nik could see that Violette was a little nervous after hearing Jamie’s negative feelings about the dungeon.
As they crossed behind the barn he said, “You heard Jamie. It’s only a building.”
“I know. It just kind of gives me the creeps.” Violette had changed into a short, form-fitting black latex dress with stainless steel trimmings. She looked fabulous, and Nik was anxious to try out the new location. They had not had an opportunity to scene in over a week since after the costume party on board. While it wasn’t something they did all the time, they both enjoyed the variety that BDSM added to their sex lives, although Nik had to admit that he was probably a little more enthusiastic than Violette.
Nik opened the door with the key Jamie had given him and ushered Violette into the building with a gentle hand on the small of her back. They looked around and then turned and looked at each other in amazement. Nik didn’t know exactly what he had expected, but this intimidating dungeon space had every conceivable piece of BDSM equipment. The walls had been painted a dark, mottled gray to resemble stone, and there were bars on the two small windows.
“Wow, babe. What the heck…”
“That’s Master to you, subbie. But, yeah, what the heck? It looks like Daddy Devereau was seriously into this shit. It seems like these proclivities run along family lines if both Jamie and his brother are into it as well.” He was thoughtful for a moment. “I wonder if it runs in my family.”
“Oh, I doubt that. Your dad and mom…certainly not…”
“Who knows. I wouldn’t doubt that my grandfather dabbled, although probably without all the trappings and the title.” He shook it off. “Okay, we’re in the scene. How is your wrist feeling? Any problems your Master should know about?”
Violette immediately dropped into the slave position. He did so love to see her kneeling at his feet. “No, Master. My wrist is fine, but we shouldn’t put any stress on it, just in case.”
“Strip, sub. I’ve been looking forward to this for days.” He smiled his “King of the Universe” smile at her, and he could see it had the desired effect. “What are you smiling about, sub?”
“Nothing, Master. I’m not smiling. I would never smile.” Nik was having a hard time keeping a straight face. She knew just how to get a rise out of him—in more ways than one.
“You certainly are, sub, and you had better tell me why if you don’t want to earn a punishment.” This was where Nik let her make the decision as to whether or not she was in the mood for a spanking. All she had to do was come up with a good and respectful reason for her smile, and she would be off the hook. If she smarted off, she would be getting her butt spanked. They had developed their own relationship shorthand for this sort of interaction. He often spanked her or smacked her butt, but it was rare that he spanked her as a true punishment. Every now and then she pushed her Master the wrong way and got a hot butt for her trouble. She could definitely be a handful. Today was not going to be one of those days. It was totally up to her. He knew she had been under a lot of pressure due to the current Russian mob situation, and she just might need the cathartic release a good spanking would provide.
Violette looked at him from under her fringe of dark eyelashes. “Oh, Great Master, I am certainly not smiling…” And then she burst out laughing. He could see she couldn’t help herself, and her laughter was infectious. He was having a hard time not joining in.
“That’s it, sub. You have earned a good spanking for your disrespectful attitude.” He looked around the forbidding room for a moment deciding what would be the safest piece of equipment given Violette’s compromised wrist. “Get up on the spanking bench.” He tried valiantly to maintain his Dom façade, but he knew it was about to crack if he didn’t get busy. He quickly fastened the fleece-lined, leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, being careful that there was no stress on her right wrist. Then he fastened the multitude of other straps attached to the spanking bench until she was totally immobilized. They usually didn’t go to this extreme of bondage, but since the straps were available, he made use of them, finally tightening a wide leather strap around her waist. He wondered what her reaction to the severe limitation on her range of movement would be.
When he had her securely fastened, he bent down and lightly nipped at each lush cheek, inviting her to make a comment about her big bottom. When she did not take the bait, he smiled and ran his big hands up her back to her tense shoulders. “You need to unwind, subbie. We both do.”
Violette relaxed into his firm touch and sighed in pleasure. “Yes, Master. I need this.” He continued the deep massage until her tight muscles began to loosen. She raised her bottom the mere fraction of an inch available to her in invitation. She was playing with fire, but he knew she didn’t care.
“I have to admit, subbie, that watching your legs gripping the barrel of that horse and your plump bottom hitting the saddle put some tantalizing pictures into my head. I think we’ll try them later. What do you say?”
“I say ‘Yes, Master,’ of course, you big goof.” He knew that was the signal that she was ready, and he brought his hand down with a resounding crack on her upraised butt. She gasped although she had known that he would retaliate for the smart remark.
“You are going to get it now, subbie.” He continued the slow, measured smacks to her bottom until it was a delightful pink. “Are you ready to beg your Master’s pardon for your inappropriate remarks?”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Why don’t I believe you, subbie?” He leaned over her back and playfully nipped the back of her neck, enjoying the ripple of goose bumps that cascaded down her back from the sharp contact. He continued the torture in a line down her back until he reached her jutting butt. He administered a few more stinging slaps before he kissed each of her cheeks. It was time for the serious torture to begin.
He stripped out of the tight black jeans, black T-shirt, and boots. He leaned into her lower body and brushed his hard length across her wet pussy lips and playfully nudged her clit. She moaned and tried to make firmer contact. “Not yet, subbie. No topping from the bottom. No coming until I give you permission.” He always reminded her of the rules. “I think I’m going to take my time and enjoy this precarious position you find yourself in.”
* * * *
Violette just sank into the glorious feelings. Nik’s hands on her body in any fashion felt wonderful. The hard smacks on her bottom had the same effect they always did. Her pussy was on fire, and she wanted his hard, thick cock buried in her body up to his balls. She knew she had to be careful about the topping and the coming if she didn’t want another punishment. A second one was up to her as well, but she knew her control of the situation was getting tenuous. She knew Nik’s control was incredible, but he had been on edge due to the current situation as well. He felt helpless, and no man liked that. She groaned.
“What was that, subbie? Have something to say?”
“No, Master. Nothing to say.” Oh, I have a lot to say, but I’m trying to keep a lid on it.
“That’s good, subbie.” Then he bent to his work. He ran his tongue between the petals of her wet cleft, and she gave him a deep sigh for his trouble. His tongue continued to lave her moist pussy, and his talented fingers played over her aching clit and rear entrance. The anal play ramped up her anxiety. Oh, it was amazing, but she wanted to hold off as long as she could. She smiled to herself in anticipation. She was going to wring every bit of enjoyment from this experience that she could.
After what seemed like hours of delicious torture, he said, “Okay, come now, subbie,” and he finally plunged his shaft into her pussy up to his rock-hard balls. She knew the delay in satisfaction took a toll on him as well. He pounded into her from behind over and over again as he played her immobilized body. He whispered sinful words into her ear in his deep, seductive voice and took her over the moon. Her body splintered into jagged fragments as the long-delayed orgasm ripped through her in waves. When the waves had ceased breaking, she felt the welcome rush of relaxation and peace fill her. No one had ever known her or loved her like Nik. He was one of a kind. She hoped they could solve their current situation before it started causing a problem between them.
* * * *
Nik and Jamie shared a bottle of wine and a couple of Cuban cigars on the patio while Violette and Anne splashed in the waves breaking on the beach.
“What are your thoughts on this situation, Jamie? I was thinking that the only way to neutralize Sokolov would be to have his bosses think he was causing them problems and or costing them money.”
“I think you are right about that. Money would be my choice.” He laughed. “But then you know how I feel about money. There aren’t many problems it can’t solve. Let me think about it and see if I can come up with something. Nudging the Russian Mob with money may be beyond even my legendary capabilities.”
“In the meantime, I’ll have my team keep up surveillance on both Kosakova and Sokolov. We need to know what they’re up to. Their sheer arrogance amazes me.”
Chapter Twelve
The Golden Dolphin – Rio de Janeiro Harbor, Brazil, March 4, 2014 – Tuesday 8:00 a.m., Day Thirteen of the Cruise
Baylee Baxter had had an easy couple of days with two of her suites currently unoccupied. She had cleaned them completely, and both sisters had gone through them carefully while they were empty. They had decided on what items they wanted to liberate from the safes before their passengers rejoined the cruise in Fortaleza on the seventh. Baylee and Barbee had also enjoyed some free time with Alex Dragados and had gleefully compared notes in their cabin.
“I have to say, sis, I’m going to miss Alex when we leave the ship.” Baylee grinned at her sister. “That is one fine man.”
“He is fine. I have to agree there, although I’m not so sure that’s the extent of your feelings for him. I think you might be developing a crush on the gorgeous Alex.”
“And you’re not?” Baylee looked incredulously at her mirror image.
“No, I’m not. I know I have to keep a clear head and be ready to move in a hurry if necessary. I hope you won’t get too emotionally involved with him, Bay. It could be dangerous.”
“I know that. I’ll be careful. It is hard to keep a clear head though. The sex is mind blowing to say the least. When are you planning to take the stuff from the Devereau and Rossiter safes?”
“Might as well do it tonight just in case they decide to come back early for some reason. I’ve got my eyes on a pair of diamond earrings in the Court suite as well, but maybe we should pass on those. Having items go missing from two of your suites is bad enough, but if something is missing from all of them it will look too suspicious. You will be under some extra scrutiny in any event, and I don’t want to make it worse. If the jewelry is missed, I’m hoping they might think someone came aboard in Rio and took it while both couples were off the ship on their shore excursion.”
“Me, too. I would hate to have to face Alex and Con if the thefts are discovered. I try to be seen up top as much as possible and be ‘Little Miss Helpful’ so everyone will remember me, but those suites are still my responsibility. Whose turn is it with Alex tonight?” Baylee looked hopefully at her sister.
“You know it’s mine, you little nympho! But since you are so anxious, I’ll let you take my turn—just this once—don’t think you are going to make a habit of it. I think you’re getting too involved with Alex as it is. Keep your eyes open for an opportunity for me to get into some of the other suites, preferably without having to use a key card. Have you seen anything else worthwhile?”
“The woman in Suite Four has a strand of really fine Tahitian pearls, but she wears them quite frequently, and I am sure they would be missed immediately. The woman in Suite Six has a nice pair of two-carat diamond earrings and a pendant that I have only seen her wear once. Those might be a possibility.”
“I’ll keep them in mind. If you notice an opportunity for me to get in either of those suites, let me know. Enjoy my turn with Alex tonight. Are you going to the dungeon or one of the theme rooms?”
“I have no idea. He doesn’t usually share his plans in advance. I guess he thinks it adds to the suspense and anxiety—which it certainly does,” Baylee said as she slipped into a short latex dress she had gotten in a fetish shop in Rio on a clandestine shopping trip.
* * * *
Alex ushered Baylee into the French Bordello theme room that evening when her shift was over. He had noticed that although two of her suites were currently unoccupied, she had jumped right in to help serve food and drinks in the lounge or to help the other crew members with anything at all. She seemed to be a team player in that regard. They had done some sightseeing ashore when he wasn’t needed to assist the security teams. He was really enjoying the time he spent with her although there were a couple things in the back of his mind. She seemed to be a little moody or pensive and slightly less responsive on some days and a little giddy on others. I guess that’s just the way some women are—hormones or something.
“All right, sub. Strip and assume the position.” He laughed to himself as Baylee stripped out of her dress and dropped at his feet with her knees obligingly spread. He was really going to have to get some new material, but he had to admit that the abrupt command issued in a deep Dom voice always seemed to get results. “Very nice, sub. You are getting that down.”
“Thank you, Master. I live to serve you.”
“Excellent. Put on your cuffs and mount the cross. Since you have behaved so well, we will skip your punishment and get right to the reward.” When she was in position and he had checked her bindings and adjusted the height of the cross, he stepped up behind her and licked the sweet spot beneath her ear. She shivered, and goose bumps skittered down her back. Alex proceeded to nip and lick his way down her back and over her butt. He spent some time nipping and kneading the temping globes. He ran his thumb over her back entrance and then moved quickly to her spread pussy lips, which were damp with dew. He didn’t linger there—a lick and a promise. He didn’t need to punish a sub on every encounter. Sometimes it paid to keep them off balance, not knowing what to expect at any given time. He continued down the backs of her thighs until he reached her adorable dimpled knees. He ran his tongue across the crease behind her knees and kissed the insides. She cringed as her tickle reflex kicked in at full throttle.
“Oh, Master. I am so ticklish there.”
“I know you are, Baylee, and I just love it.” He continued the sweet torture as she began to writhe under his touch. It really was fun to torture a helplessly bound sub with pleasure.
* * * *
While her sister was giggling helplessly under Alex’s capable hands, Barbee took the key card and made her way quickly and carefully to the Devereaus’ master suite. When she was inside with the door locked behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. In one way it was dangerous to be out and about while Baylee was currently with Alex. If anyone saw her, he would remember that he had had her tied to a bed in one of the theme rooms. On the other hand, she had a perfect alibi for the time should the question of her whereabouts come up. It was a two-edged sword. Barbee was just a little jealous that Baylee was currently closeted with Alex while she was skulking around the ship looking for treasure. She was also a little worried that Baylee might be getting too attached to Alex Dragados. That, too, could be dangerous. He was a compelling man with a sweet side, and she could see that Baylee really liked him…maybe more than liked him.
Barbee went into the huge closet in the master suite’s bedroom and opened the safe. These little safes were child’s play for her. She went through the cache of jewelry quickly looking for the pieces she had mentally earmarked for later retrieval, being careful not to disturb the order of the boxes and jewelry rolls. Jamie Devereau was certainly generous with his new wife. There was an embarrassment of riches to choose from. She ran her gloved hands lovingly over some of the bigger pieces and wished she could take them, but she knew they would be too easily missed. She would have personally loved to have the chocolate diamond horse head on the brown leather necklace that resembled reins, but she knew that Anne wore that piece a lot and that it had special meaning to her. She could be seen stroking the horse’s muzzle with her pinkie when she was deep in thought or caught up in a book or magazine. No, that looked like a custom made piece and would be too easily identified. She had to stick with the items that would hopefully not be missed and could be quickly fenced. It was a business not an emotional decision.
Barbee chose two pairs of diamond earrings and a matching pear-shaped diamond drop pendant on a chain sprinkled with small, bezel-set diamonds. The stones were large and of the best quality, and the pieces would take up little space in her hidey hole. She considered a diamond and sapphire bangle bracelet, picked it up, put it back, and picked it up again. Finally, she dropped it into her pocket with the rest of the loot.
She was on a roll and decided to visit the Rossiter suite while she had the opportunity. She walked quickly down the central staircase and followed the passageway. She was inside the suite in a moment with her heartbeat and respiration barely above normal. This was what she was good at, and she had nerves of steel. Baylee could be a little scattered sometimes, and Barbee thought that she had the clearer head in a crisis.
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