He said, “I’m glad that there is not a leash attached.”
That told her nothing. Maybe he just did not want some crazy woman wearing a leash around his office. What could she say? What was the right question to ask? She had no idea.
“Mr. Waters…”
“Call me Ted.” His smile grew wider.
“Ted, I …um…”
“Do you want to explain where you got it?”
‘It was a gift from a Sir I knew.”
Why was she saying that to him? She closed her mouth but it was too late. The words were out. He grinned again and she saw his even white teeth behind his pillowy lips. “But there is no Sir now?”
She shook her head. The collar felt too heavy and she wanted to take it off before things got out of hand but the question he had just asked her made little thrills shoot through her and she wanted, needed, to know where this was going.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
He walked away.
Jill stared after him, flummoxed. She sat down at her cubicle and turned on her computer, staring at the screen. Had she just fucked up? Was he right now reporting her to some higher up? Scared and dazed she found herself staring at her work, unable to begin it.
The landline phone on her desk went off. She picked up. “Hello?”
“Would you come to my office please?”
Oh shit. This was it. He wanted to tell her she was fired for being a pervert. Her legs shook as she stood and headed for his office. The blinds were closed and so was the door. She knocked and waited for him to tell her to enter.
She stood near his desk, not speaking. Ted pointed to a chair and she sat down. His grin got bigger. He looked at the closed door behind her, at the collar around her neck and he said, “Would you like to go to dinner with me this evening?”
Jill’s mouth fell open. “You…you are not firing me?”
‘Why would I fire you?” He leaned back in his chair and his shirt tightened around his firm athletic frame. She caught herself staring at the breadth of his shoulders and looked away before answering, “Well, because of this.” Her fingers touched the collar.
“Why would I fire you for that?”
She licked her lips. “Because it is something that people who like their lives to be a little different from other people’s wear. I think you know that and you don’t like it.”
He leaned forward. His strong fingers came across the desk and he took her cold hands in his. “I have liked you since I met you. I never asked you out before because…well…it is a little hard to tell a woman that you are a Dom and that things that other people find weird or scary id what you like best, what I like best. But now that I know I won’t scare you away I am really hoping you will say yes to going to dinner with me. We could talk some more about that collar, and about what I like to do with my floggers and a few other things.”
“I like floggers,” it popped right out of her mouth and she blushed deeply.
“Do you?” His gaze pinned her down and she found herself utterly unable to lie. “I only had them once, well for a weekend. This past weekend. I wanted to for a long time but it was so hard to find someone who did not want to try to top me online. It was like a nightmare, every guy was just about me going on webcam for them, which I wouldn’t do, and none of them knew what it was that I really wanted so I …I went on the Nyx cruise.”
“I understand. But you still have not said whether or not you will have dinner with me tonight?”
“Of course I will!” Her smile was broad and genuine. “I liked you too and I always hoped you would ask me out but under that I was worried that you would and find out what I liked and dump me.”
Ted laughed. “Well, I think we can both agree that neither of us are weird. We just like the same things. So I will see you at six, say in the parking lot?”
“Yes,” she said as she rose from the chair. “Yes, Sir.”
The End
Book Nine
The Blind Eye Suite
Olivia got out of her car and stared around herself. The ship stood at anchor and the waves crested across its hull. Seagulls whirled and spun, looking for a treat. She took long slow breaths and wiped her hands on her slacks. A few people passed by and she watched them go, not wanting to leave the safety of the parking lot just yet.
The cruise was expensive. It was so expensive she had had to cash in her entire vacation savings for this but that did not matter to her. What mattered was that for the first time in her adult life someone had understood completely what it was that she wanted.
She had called the number for the cruise line and spoken to a woman named Natasha. Olivia’s first words after hello had been, “I read the list of things you will not accommodate and what I want is not on there but I don’t know if you can do it.”
“Why don’t you tell me what it is you are looking for?” Natasha asked.
Olivia hesitated. “It’s pretty weird.”
“Maybe not as weird as you think.”
That had reassured her somewhat. “I don’t really know how to explain it.”
Natasha’s voice was warm and comforting. “Do this. Close your eyes. Now try to see what it is you want, can you see it?”
The images that came to her mind were the same ones that she always saw. Immediately her nipples stiffened. “Yes.”
“Good, now describe to me what you see.”
She did, haltingly. The words tripped off her tongue and her thoughts jumbled then untangled. She finished saying what she had to say and waited to be told she was a freak and that what she wanted was so perverted that there was no way she was ever going to get it.
“That sounds so hot.”
The words made everything feel okay. Olivia had taken her phone away from her ear and stared at it. The few times she had said that to a friend they had said exactly the opposite and she was so thrilled that someone got it that she forgot to speak. She put the phone back to her ear and said, “So it’s…it’s possible?”
Natasha said, “But of course.”
It was matter of fact that Olivia almost crumpled with relief. It was possible. It was not only possible it seemed…well…almost normal. She said so and Natasha replied. “We are sex-positive Olivia. We believe in making our guests fantasies come true because all too often they cannot find a way to do so in a world that is not so sex positive.”
Sex positive. She liked the sound of that.
She had made her cruise arrangements right then. The days leading up to the cruise had been filled with anxiety, expectations and anticipation. Standing in the parking lot watching people heading for the ships beyond she felt her tension rising. She knew this was not a mistake, this was exactly what she wanted to and she could not wait for it to happen.
Which was exactly why she was hanging back. The delightful anticipation had gotten so huge it threatened to swallow her. It was better than being a kid waiting for Christmas.
Her highly heeled pumps clattered and clicked on the sidewalk. A man with a crisp white uniform appeared as she turned into the lane that had a small sign announcing the queue for the Nyx.
“May I take your bags Miss?” His smile was solid white, his lips full. She smiled back, unable to stop herself. “Why yes please and thank you.”
He took the bag and vanished. She was waved on and into a long waiting room furnished with decadent leather chairs and low sofas. She took a tall glass filled with a delicious, fruity concoction liberally laced with vodka. The liquor left a fiery trail burning down her belly and she licked her lips as she took another long sip.
The people in the waiting room were quiet and the sound of soft music filtered through. The anticipation did not fade but the nerves did and she relaxed, enjoying this slow buildup to what it was that she really wanted.
How long had she wanted this? Ten years? More? Her eyes went to the glass framed walls and her reflection peered back at her. Her sunny blonde hair hung loose and curling around her face and her curvy body wa
s clad in a black and white maxi dress with a belt cinched tightly around her waist to emphasize it. She looked around, her eyes scanning the others. Most looked impatient and eager, some looked nervous.
“Hello Olivia.”
She recognized the voice. It was the woman she had made her arrangements with, Natasha. She stood; holding one hand out and Natasha took it and smiled at her. “You’re lovely. I hope your trip here was pleasant.”
“So are you, and thank you. It was. I don’t live very far away actually.”
“Good, are you ready to see your suite?”
“I am.” Her heart hammered and Natasha said, “Good, I will show you the way if you will follow me.”
Olivia nodded and gathered up her things. Her eyes went left and right. Would one of the handsome men she saw dotted here and there be her lover? Her cheeks heated as she saw one man looking back at her, his gaze direct and a smile on his mouth. She walked beside Natasha as they went up the gangway and into the belly of the boat.
The massive lobby stood high and lovely and Olivia paused for a moment, letting her eyes sweep over it all.
“I have never seen anything so beautiful,” she breathed, thinking of the rather Spartan apartment she lived in and the plain tract house she had grown up in.
Natasha said, “I am glad you like it. Please feel free to explore as you wish, the ship is here for you and the other guests and I love hearing people compliment it. I decorated it actually.”
“Wow.” Olivia reached out a tentative finger and touched a shimmering tile that took up one wall. “That is utterly lovely. I mean lovely.”
“I got it in Paris.” Natasha smiled. “I think it was the best buy I ever made.”
They headed down the hallway and Olivia paused as Natasha said, “This is your suite. Please do enjoy yourself.”
“I will thank you.” Her smile got bigger. “Thank you again. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
“You don’t have to,” Natasha said quietly. “We all have our fantasies Olivia. All of us.”
Olivia turned away and opened the door. She entered a cabin whose décor was so rich and lush it took her breath away and she stood there, staring at the place with a happy smile spreading her mouth.
The sight of the things laid out neatly n the bed made her heart hammer loudly. There was a slim silk blindfold, a thicker one made of what looked like foam and a sheer black negligee with garters, and stockings. Just like she had mentioned when she spoke to Natasha.
She went to the bed and picked up the first blindfold. Her fingers slid over the silky, slinky fabric and her breath hitch in and out of her mouth.
She disrobed and put on the sexy lingerie, carefully hanging her clothes in the closet after she was dressed.
Time ticked by and her eyes went to the watch on her slim right wrist. The blindfold drew her attention again. She put it up to her eyes and stood there, trying to see through the slippery material. Only a dim glimmer of light shone from below the blindfold.
She set it back down and that was when she heard the door open behind her. She stood silent and still, not moving. She had to restrain the urge to turn her head and look over her shoulder to see him.
He turned her around. Her face bumped against his broad and bare chest. Part of her fantasy was to know only that a handsome and sexy man was making love to her but to never know his name or face.
She could not resist a quick peek up and the mask he wore over his face set her heart to racing even faster.
His chest was hairless, and there was a small and very sexy arrow of hair leading down his flat abdomen to the mostly unbuttoned jeans that he wore.
Her breath came out as a low sharp exhalation. Her fingers curled until she felt the tips of her fingernails inside her palms.
***
“Hello Olivia.”
"Hello.” Her voice sounded small in the otherwise silent room.
His cologne was rich and spicy, there was a slight gleam of perspiration on his chest and she smelled its delicious and pungent odor right below the cologne. It caused an almost primal reaction in her body. Her panties grew sticky and wet and her toes curled inside the stockings that she wore.
He spun her around again. He reached past her, his hands brushing the upper part of her right ass cheek and creating tingles in her flesh that made her jerk and shiver.
The blindfold rested against her eyes. Again she saw the faint glimmer of light around the edges and reassurance set in. His touch made her quiver. His fingers ran down her spine lightly and his lips met her neck. Robbed of sight her other senses kicked in, became more focused. His breath washed across her shoulder and cheek and she shivered as he pressed his body against hers. The hardness in his jeans made her wet all over again, sticky fluids coating the insides of her thighs and pubic curls.
His fingers moved higher, lingering along her shoulders and then they moved along her spine to the little spot right at the top of her buttocks. Her breath hissed in and out. His hands moved around her. She felt the slight calluses on his fingertips and the rasp of his breath as he stroked her breasts through the satiny fabric covering them. Her nipples stuck out in high peaks. Her body shook.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. She had lost all sense of direction. His body was strong; she felt the flex of his muscles as he carried her.
The sheets were soft, and they smelled of lavender. The pillows were fluffy. Her head hit one and she felt her hair spread out across them. Her legs parted and his hand moved between her thighs, his fingers stroking the wetness there, pressing her panties deep into her cleft. Her legs drew up and back and she strained to see but all there was just that faint and beckoning light right at the very ends of her vision.
Hs mouth came down on hers. His lips were firm and warm. His tongue tasted of peppermint and she accepted his kiss greedily, her body arching below him as she struggled to find some release.
His fingers moved to her waist, she feel the heated press of them against her skin. The lingerie rubbed against her skin as he made slow circles there. Her ass tightened, loosened as his mouth moved away from hers and to her breasts, his teeth and tongue caressing those hard peaks through the skimpy lingerie that she wore. Her hips arched and her fingers curled into the mattress and the sheets bunched up in her fingers.
The garters snapped against her thighs and then he parted her labia with his fingers, holding them apart while he licked at them gently. His tongue moved along the seam of her pussy until he found her clit and once there he began to pleasure her in earnest.
His tongue moved in circles around her clit then massaged it until she thought she would go mad. His fingers dipped into her wet walls and moved along them in a slow and then faster rhythm until she was wriggling and gasping in pleasure.
He entered her, his cock filling her and opening her walls. Her fingers grasped his shoulders and she cried out as an orgasm, delayed slightly by the change in position, burst through her.
She felt him come, then grow flaccid and withdraw. He gave her one last kiss, and he was gone.
***
Olivia walked along the streets, her smile bright and genuine as she looked through the wares that the locals had up for sale, and the pretty flowers that grew in large border boxes set into red brick patios made even more colorful by highly decorated tile.
The sound of bright salsa music pumped through the air. The cruise port was busy and the streets packed with passengers from several different cruise ships. Olivia was waiting, waiting even though she was walking along just like everyone else.
The knot of anticipation and desire in her belly grew with every moment that passed. Would he come now? Now? In ten minutes? She stopped for a lunch of delectable steak and some potatoes with a fiery sauce that made her fan her lips even as she savored the decadent and complex flavors below the heat.
Was he watching? She scanned the crowd and every face made her wonder. Was that him? The man sitting there with the sexy blonde ha
ir and the full mouth set below a narrow high nose, was that him?
How about that man in the tight jeans and with the slow, hip-slung walk that could be him!
Her eyes kept wandering through the crowds even as she did a little shopping. She bought a few trinkets and headed for a little set of shops nearby. A hand rested on her arm and a voice that she recognized spoke in her ear. “Keep walking.”
Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. She walked, not looking around, her palms became slick with sweat and the handles of her shopping bags almost fell from her fingers.
He steered her into an alley. The brick wall met her chest but gently. Her nipples scraped the bricks and the bags hung from her hands, making her arms ache. His hands pushed her skirt up. She had foregone panties and she whimpered, her ass jerking as his hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed hard.
His breath washed over her face. She caught a long breath as she heard his zipper going down and his hard thick cock pressed against her swollen opening. She rose slightly, her toes pointing into the ground as she did so then she lowered herself so that he filled her totally. His cock slid along her walls, his hands moved around her body, one squeezed her breast, tweaked her nipples. The other found her clit and massaged it fiercely until it stood up in a high peak that ached to be released form the maddening pleasure he was giving to it and her.
Olivia’s breath became faster. The ragged pant turned into a harsh set of inhales and exhales as he entered her again, his hips arching upward so that he had a good angle into her body, one that allowed her to feel every hard thick inch of his thick and rigid dick.
The wall scraped against her dress and her belly, her nipples and the bags fell from her fingers not the ground, spilling out a few of the things that she had bought.
Her cry was muffled by his hand. Olivia came so hard she swayed and if his strong lean body had not pressed against hers she would have fallen.
He came, his seed spilling into her body in thick spurts. Olivia leaned against the wall, her eyes closing. She heard him moving away but the ghostly imprint of his body stayed on hers long after his footsteps faded.
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