Violette's Vibrato [Golden Dolphin 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Skye Michaels

  Alex was looking forward to spending a couple of hours with Baylee Baxter that afternoon. All of the private theme rooms had been booked, but he thought she was ready for a session in the dungeon. They both had some free time during that afternoon, and he really needed to relax. This latest wrinkle had him worried. A jewel thief. For crap’s sake. What the fuck is next?

  As he changed into dungeon clothes, he thought about the upcoming scene. He wanted to introduce something new. Maybe nipple clamps, maybe a flogger. Maybe both. He was trying to broaden her horizons after all, he thought to himself and grinned.

  * * * *

  Barbee was not going to let Baylee talk her out of her turn with Alex again. Anyway, she wanted to celebrate their excellent haul of purloined jewels. Since they had decided not to try to take any more items, she was now basically on vacation, and she wanted to enjoy herself a little. Hopefully, she would get a chance to do some sunbathing or enjoy the hot tub and endless pool on deck during Baylee’s off hours. Barbee had been the one hiding out in the cabin most of the time, and she wanted to let her light out from under the basket a little.

  When she walked into the dungeon, she had to remind herself to get into scene—eyes down, subservient attitude. This was harder than it seemed. She was so not a submissive person. It was easier for Baylee than it was for her, but the exceptional sex made it worth the extra effort. And, oh boy, is the sex ever exceptional. She had to admit it was probably the best she had ever had. Not only was Alex gorgeous, he was really tuned in to his sub. It seemed that he didn’t miss a trick, a gasp, a shiver. He just knew how to play a woman’s body.

  When she saw him standing next to the St. Andrew’s Cross she immediately went to him and dropped into the slave position. Why can’t they call it the “sub position” or anything else? “Slave position” just grated on her nerves.

  She didn’t know if she could be a Domme, but she knew she wasn’t cut out to be a sub.

  “Good afternoon, Master. It is my pleasure to serve you.”

  “Have I given you permission to speak, sub?” She didn’t know if she should apologize or just keep her mouth shut. Better to err on the side of caution, she thought. When she didn’t say anything further, Alex said, “Okay, stand up. I’m going to apply these nipple clamps first.” He saw her apprehensive look. “Don’t worry, sub, I won’t make them too tight to start. You need to become accustomed to the pressure.”

  “Thank you, Master.” What she thought of as a polite acknowledgement was following by a quick and stinging slap on her butt. Geez, even when I try to be submissive, I just can’t seem to get it right.

  One thing she had noticed about Alex—he had a quick temper, but he got over it just as quickly. He smiled at her and tweaked her nipples until they were standing out at attention, and then he attached the nipple clamps, adjusting the pressure until they were not too tight but still kept a slight pressure on the sensitive nubs. When he was finished, he licked her nipples until they tingled and he said, “Climb up on the step, sub, and I will fasten your bindings.

  * * * *

  After he had her firmly bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross and the height of the step properly adjusted, Alex stood back to admire Baylee’s smooth, elegant back tapering into a really tempting butt and long shapely legs. She really was a looker. She just seemed to be more submissive at some times than others. He walked up behind her, lowered his voice an octave, and spoke quietly into her ear. “We’re going to try something new today, sub. Your level of submission seems to be slipping. I think you’ll enjoy a taste of the flogger today.” He could see her muscles tense. “Have we done anything you haven’t enjoyed, sub?” He waited for her response, and when she said nothing, he just lifted one expressive black eyebrow.

  “No, Master. I have enjoyed all of our play so far. This just seems a little scary.”

  “It’s supposed to be scary. Anxiety puts an edge on the sex.” He ran his strong hands down the column of her spine, kneading and massaging her tense muscles to warm and relax them. Then he applied a soothing chamomile lotion to protect her skin. When he was satisfied she had been properly prepared, he went over to the wall of implements and chose a soft suede flogger with some glass beads braided into the tails. It looked fiercer than it actually was, especially in the hands of a Master gifted in the use of leather impact toys. Alex knew that his control was excellent. He teased her with the soft tails, running them over her back and butt. He had never been one to enjoy whipping a sub’s breasts. He did have a little surprise up his sleeve for her pussy, however.

  He landed the first stinging strike over her round butt and followed with alternating strikes over her upper back and thighs, being careful to avoid her lower back and kidneys. Then he returned to her butt again. Her skin had turned a nice pink, and she was beginning to breathe hard.

  “Okay, sub, now for the surprise.” He put the suede flogger down beside the cross and let her see him take a mini version out of his back pocket. It was a pussy whip of basically the same construction as the larger model, but it was only about a foot in length including the handle. The tails were thin, braided strips of leather with a single glass bead at the end of each. The handle was constructed of hard rubber and resembled a cock, although much smaller in scale. When her eyes opened wide he said, “Trust your Master, sub.”

  Without any delay to increase her already-apparent anxiety, he lightly whipped the tails with the glass beads up between her legs and over her already weeping pussy. Once, twice…

  * * * *

  Barbee gasped. This was something she had never even considered. The shock of it stunned her, and then a shaft of desire so strong it nearly split her in two coursed through her core, and she rolled into an orgasm such as she had never experienced before. The sensation rippled through her body from her head to her toes, and when it finally subsided, she was hanging limply in the restraints.

  Alex removed her from the cross and then unfastened the nipple clamps. He licked her aching nipples before he wrapped her in a blanket and took her into his lap on a big, comfortable leather chair in the back corner of the dungeon. “We’re not done here, sub, but we’ll let you rest a little bit before we continue.”

  * * * *

  At the desk in the office just off the bridge that she and Greg shared, Natasha was combing through the record of key card swipes into the two suites that had reported jewelry missing. She didn’t see anything unusual. The steward, Baxter, had been in and out of the suites while the occupants were off the ship, but Natasha presumed she was just giving them a good cleaning while they were empty. She scrolled down through the swipes for other locations aboard and noticed something that did appear out of the ordinary. Natasha knew that Alex Dragados had been training Baylee Baxter as his sub. She had seen them spending time together ashore and having dinner aboard. As she looked through the records, she noticed that Alex had swiped into the French Bordello theme room at the same time as Baxter was apparently in the master suite. That was confusing. She took the time to print the records and look at them carefully again. It wasn’t definitive, but it bore looking into. Natasha texted Gregory Dempsey that she had something she wanted to show him.

  * * * *

  Alex was relaxing in the big chair and waiting for his little blonde sub to recover from her mega orgasm. He knew the shock and the fear of the pussy whip had contributed to her strong reaction, but it was satisfying to bring a sub to that level of pleasure. His cock was rock hard and crowding the front of his leathers, and he was anticipating a remedy to that situation. When she was able to stand, he attached her to the chains hanging from the ceiling, clipped her ankle cuffs to the bolts in the floor, and adjusted the length of the chains. He massaged her back with the chamomile lotion again, and when she was sighing with pleasure, he began nibbling his way down her back and over her butt with sharp little bites and kisses. Her pink bottom was temping, and he ran his tongue around her back entrance before he briefly inserted his pinky into her little roset
te. When she tensed, he removed it. It would take some time to get her used to that. He began kissing the column of her spine again, and soon he was cruising his way toward the backs of her knees where he knew she was ticklish in the extreme. When he got to his destination, he licked across the crease behind her knees, expecting her to jolt in reaction. He was disappointed that she barely squirmed. She had been crazy with laughter the last time he had done that. He smacked her butt lightly and made another journey down the back of her thighs. When he reached her knees, he kissed the backs again and began licking first the inside of her left knee and then the inside of her right knee. He felt a slight unevenness on the skin of her right knee with his tongue. He didn’t remember feeling that before. He looked more closely and noticed a short scar on the inside of her right knee.

  * * * *

  Barbee jumped. She bumped her bottom out in an attempt to entice Alex away from the backs of her knees. She didn’t need Alex Dragados licking the scar on her knee. It was the only physical difference between her and Baylee. She immediately tried to simulate a more ticklish response, but she knew in her heart it was too late. She would just have to pass it off as “different day, different response”—and hopefully not “different day, different woman.”

  * * * *

  Greg Dempsey and Con Cortelis were conferring on the bridge. Greg was giving Con a rundown of what actions they had taken so far to try to figure out what had happened to the missing jewelry.

  “Nothing yet, Con. The surveillance tapes don’t show anything out of the ordinary. Natasha is going to view them again, and she’s reviewing the key swipe records on the computer.

  Just then, Natasha stuck her head onto the bridge. “Gregory, Con, come and look at this, please. I’m not sure is anything, but could be something.” When the two men had squeezed into the small security office, she pointed out the two entries—Alex going into the French Bordello theme room and Baylee going into the master suite. The times were not exact, but if Baylee was with Alex in the theme room, who was in the master suite?

  The three of them looked at each other with questions in their eyes. “Let’s find Alex,” Con said.

  Natasha consulted the computer again. “He’s in the dungeon with Baxter.”

  Greg added, “Let’s go down there and see what he knows.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Con stuck his head in the door of the dungeon and looked around. He spotted Alex in the back of the room with the steward, Baxter. He had her in the chains. Con motioned him over to the door with a nod of his head and a frown.

  When Alex walked over to the door, Con gestured him out into the passageway.

  “What’s up?”

  “Something has come up in Natasha’s review of the key swipe records.” He showed the pages to Alex who immediately spotted the yellow highlighted entries. He looked perplexed.

  “I was definitely in the theme room with her. I don’t understand this…”

  “Have you noticed anything off with her in the time you’ve spent together?” Con asked. “She is the newest member of the crew and the only one we don’t really know. Everyone else but the two guys from Rio have been on three cruises with us so far with no problems.”

  “Not really…sometimes she’s more responsive and more submissive than other times. I just passed it off as a ‘woman thing.’ I didn’t really think anything of it.” He looked troubled for a moment. “Hmmm, wait. There is one other thing. I did notice today that she has a scar on the inside of her right knee, and I don’t remember seeing or feeling that before.”

  “What explanation can there be for that? Are you sure? I have always known you to have an excellent memory, and I don’t think you would have missed that.”

  Alex seemed to be searching his memory. “No…it’s not possible. That would be just unbelievable. Can it be that…that there could be two of them? Twins?” Alex clearly looked troubled. “I really can’t imagine that could be it.”

  “Leave her in the chains and let’s go check her cabin. Let her stew for a few minutes.”

  * * * *

  Baylee was reclining on a pile of pillows on the bed leafing through some of Barbee’s magazines with Saltydawg curled up next to her. It was going to be a long afternoon. She hated being cooped up, but Salty was great company. He had come and scratched at their door looking for his afternoon treat, and she never disappointed him.

  It was only fair that Barbee get some time with Alex and get out in the sunshine as well. When she heard the knock on the door to the cabin, she froze. She didn’t know what to do. Barbee was with Alex in the dungeon. Who would be knocking on her door?

  “Open the door, Baxter. We know you’re in there.” It was the deep voice of the captain. Oh, shit. This is not good.

  Before she could get off the bed to open the door, the security officer, Gregory Dempsey, opened it with his master key. “Good afternoon, Ms. Baxter. We’d like to ask you some questions.” Saltydawg, apparently sensing the tension in the air, scampered out the open door.

  “Uhhh…” She had no idea what they knew or what this was about. She hoped it wasn’t about Barbee and the missing jewels. There really wasn’t anything to say until she knew more, so she just kept quiet.

  “Baxter, what can you tell us about the jewelry missing from two of the suites for which you are responsible?” The captain had a forbidding expression on his handsome face.

  “Uhh, nothing. I don’t know anything about any missing jewelry.”

  “Baxter, it would be much better for you to come clean now and save yourself some unpleasantness.”

  * * * *

  Alex stepped forward. “Baylee, you’ve got a chance to make this right. If you do, maybe I can help you out here. If not, I have a feeling you’re not going to like the outcome.” Alex was worried and feeling extremely foolish and betrayed. It was true that he and Baylee—or the other one for that matter—had not made any commitments lasting beyond this voyage, but there was supposed to be a bond of trust between Master and sub. A subterfuge of this magnitude was unimaginable. It spoke of soul-deep dishonesty, and he was very uncomfortable with that. He reached down and ran his hand over the inside of her right knee, and then he just looked up at her as certainty and anger dawned in his eyes. He had already known intellectually that there had to be two of them, but seeing and feeling the evidence was disturbing.

  “Alex…please…”

  “Don’t even try any more lies, Baylee. We are way past that.”

  * * * *

  Baylee didn’t understand this. Had Barbee been discovered? They hadn’t mentioned her. She was desperate for information, but she didn’t want to give Barbee away if there was any chance she had not yet been discovered. Maybe she could get off the ship with the jewels at their next port of call. Then there would be no evidence left aboard. Wasn’t Devil’s Island the next stop tomorrow? That did not have a good connotation. She had hoped if there was a problem to at least make it to St. Bart’s or San Juan where they had connections.

  “I see you are not going to talk. Why don’t you accompany us to the dungeon? We might be able to change your mind about that.” The captain looked even angrier than he had before Alex spoke. She knew they were extremely close friends. “Greg, put her in cuffs, a blackout hood, and ball-gag. Let’s make a trip down to the dungeon.” Con frowned. He leaned over and said very quietly, “We don’t want to alert the other one to what’s going on.”

  Baylee was terrified, and she could see that Alex looked very upset at the moment. He didn’t look comfortable with the ball-gag and hood thing, but he wasn’t telling the captain not to do it either.

  * * * *

  Con looked at Alex as they stood in the passageway outside Baylee’s cabin. Although Alex hadn’t said anything, Con could see the anger on his face. They had been through a lot together over the years and could read each other like books. “What are you thinking, my friend?”

  “Jesus, Con. I fucked her. I fucked both of them, and I n
ever knew until just now that there were two of them.” He looked extremely upset. “Shit… this is incredible. I had a glimmer—an uncomfortable feeling—that something might be wrong when I found that scar on the inside of the other one’s knee this afternoon not long before you came in. I guess I was too caught up in the moment, and it really didn’t quite register.”

  “Okay, okay. Let’s see what we can find out. Maybe we can get the jewelry back without involving the police. Devereau won’t want any publicity for the ship, adverse or otherwise, in any case, but I don’t want them to know that.”

  Alex kept a firm hand on Baylee’s shoulder as they walked down to the dungeon. He leaned over and spoke to Con in a whisper. “What do you have in mind?”

  “How about that pas de deux thing we did in Thailand? Question the two of them at once? Before we bring this one into the dungeon blindfold and gag the other one as well.” Con was recalling one memorable scene the two of them had shared at a club in Bangkok several years ago. It had been a one-of-a-kind, and he hadn’t thought they would ever have the opportunity to try it again. They had performed mirror image movements with two Thai subs. “If we blindfold and gag both of them, neither will know the other is there. It might be an effective way to get information out of them. Greg,” he said very quietly, “blindfold and ball-gag the other one before we bring this one in. Tell everyone to be very quiet, or they will have to leave.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Alex could tell that the news that something was afoot had run through the ship like wildfire. By the time they brought Baylee into the dungeon, a crowd had gathered. Baylee was stripped and secured to hanging chains next to Barbee in the center of the dungeon with the spot lights highlighting their nude bodies. Neither knew the other was there. It was quite an extraordinary sight, and a ripple of excitement ran around the room. He could see that Baylee knew something was up—she could probably feel it in the air around her—but she had no idea what. She wasn’t going to like it.