Cassandra's Revenge [Golden Dolphin 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Skye Michaels

“Well…not exactly.” She had to scramble for an explanation here. “How do you know I wasn’t going to visit a fence, sell the jewelry, and deposit the money in our account?”

  “Were you?” He looked skeptical if not downright disbelieving.

  “Well, no. I don’t have a fence in the Caymans.” This wasn’t going as she had planned. But then with Con, she didn’t think things would ever go as she had planned. It would probably be best not to aggravate him further at the moment. Her butt was on the line here.

  “Make up your mind. Are you coming or not? Are you going to submit to me or not?” God he is gorgeous, especially when he’s ticked off. The stark white, starched uniform hugged his impressive physique and offset his dark good looks to perfection. The slightly long hair and five o’clock shadow added to his sexy and dangerous aura. He was definitely appealing, not to mention that the impressive male package, which she had seen up close and personal and come to know firsthand, was standing at attention front and center.

  Barbee knew this was her decision to make. Submit or not. Get her butt spanked or not. Ever spend time with Con Cortelis again or not. While she had greatly enjoyed her time with Alex Dragados, she had not had a connection with him. She had known how Baylee felt about him, and she had not wanted to get emotionally involved with a man her sister was in love with. The encounter she’d had with Con after the sub auction had been extraordinary. She really wanted a repeat performance. He was an amazing man. “Okay. I’ll go with you.” She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake. She was sure her butt was going to be sore, but then she had survived that experience before.

  * * * *

  Con took her arm firmly and ushered her through the dungeon doors. This little subbie needed to learn a lesson or three. He had enjoyed their time together after the auction, but he was very wary of her and didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her. Granted, although she was a tall woman, that would probably still be pretty far. He grinned. He was going to enjoy this.

  “Get a set of cuffs from the cabinet and put them on, then strip and assume the slave position.”

  “Yes, Master.” She hurried to remove her dress and shoes, put them in the storage armoire near the dungeon doors, and choose a set of cuffs. She fastened the cuffs to her wrists and ankles, sank into the slave position on the floor, and then looked up at him.

  “Eyes down, sub. You know better.” Once she had lowered her eyes, he walked around her, examining her body. It was certainly beautiful. She was sleek where Casey Campbell, whom he also appreciated, was lush. French pastries versus richly frosted cupcakes. Both deserved to be enjoyed, but maybe not at the same meal. The Golden Dolphin certainly provided a feast for all appetites, and he was prepared to sample it all. He loved his job.

  He extended his hand down to Barbee and helped her to rise. “Let’s get the punishment part of these proceedings out of the way.” He walked over to the big leather chair in the corner of the dungeon, sat down, and pulled her unceremoniously down over his lap. Before she could finish gasping out a protest, he had delivered a stinging smack to her bare bottom.

  “Ouch! That stung!”

  “Quiet, sub. Surely, you know better than that. That earns you two extra.” He quickly administered four more stinging smacks while she wiggled and struggled to get off his lap. His strong arm over the small of her back kept her in position. Her upraised bottom was turning a lovely shade of pink by the time he stopped. She was gasping and breathless, and a suspicious dampness darkened her eyelashes. “Are you going to try to force your will on your Master again, sub? Do you think you’ve learned this lesson, or do you require a stronger punishment? You don’t seem very repentant or submissive to me.”

  “No, Master. I’ve learned my lesson.” He sincerely doubted that since she didn’t look particularly sorry. She actually sounded more defiant than submissive, but he thought he’d made his point for the time being. He ran his hand over her pink cheeks, soothing the red hand prints, and she groaned. He slipped his hand down between her nicely rounded ass cheeks until he encountered her slick pussy, and she spread her legs in anticipation. He flicked her clit, and she groaned again. It was clear she was on the edge of an orgasm. Well, punished subs had to wait for their pleasure.

  He pushed her off his lap until she was kneeling between his knees. “I think you should pleasure your Master, sub. Lips and teeth only. No hands.”

  * * * *

  Barbee’s naturally assertive personality was beginning to kick in as she knelt between Con’s thighs. Lips and teeth only? What was it with these guys, she wondered as she tried to lower the zipper of his trousers with her teeth. They fit snuggly, and she was having a hard time getting any traction. As she struggled, her eyes drifted upward and caught his grin. Fury rose in her throat. That was it. She had had it. Her butt was hot and sore, and now he was laughing at her. She opened her mouth wide and gently bit down on the erection hiding behind that stubborn zipper until she had the bulge firmly between her teeth. She held the pressure but didn’t bear down. She raised her eyes again until they made eye contact, and being unable to talk with her mouth full, she raised her eyebrows expressively. He looked surprised, the jerk. Well, he could deal with it, or not.

  “Sub, you are about to make a serious mistake, and I would advise you to think carefully before you proceed down this path.” He had lowered his voice and held her gaze. She knew she couldn’t actually bite him hard enough to hurt. She didn’t think she had it in her, but she could give him a good scare. She started to bear down and then released his cock from between her teeth just as she quickly scooted back from between his legs. She warily stood up.

  Now she was a little frightened. What was he going to do? “Master? Can we call this one a draw and start over?” Yikes, she’d threatened a Master with bodily harm.

  He looked at her, gestured her over to his chair with two fingers, and when she hesitantly got near, he said, “You know you’ve earned another punishment, but I can see that you don’t respond well to that.” He pulled her down into his lap, and then he started to laugh at her audacity. “You are a piece of work, Barbee Baxter. I should beat your butt, but I think I’ll punish you with pleasure instead. We’ll see how you like that.” He took her mouth in a devastating kiss that shook her to her toes. His lips burned a wet trail down her throat as his cock throbbed against her bare bottom. Oh, boy. This promised to be more than she had bargained for.

  He ran his hand down her back until he came to her butt and gave her thigh a light smack. Her pussy clenched. He cupped her mons and gave it a good squeeze before he slipped two fingers between the lips of her soaking-wet cleft. He pumped them several times, and as she started to squirm in his lap, he removed them. “Not so fast, sub. You are going to beg to come before I’m done with you.” He stood up and walked over to the St. Andrews Cross. He quickly had her bound to the cross and the hydraulic step adjusted to the perfect height. His cock was lined up for perfect penetration. He stepped back. He walked over to the armoire and searched the shelves.

  * * * *

  Ah. Con smiled. The Jopen vibrator was just what he was looking for. Talk about a power tool. He unwrapped the packaging, and he laughed to himself. And what guy doesn’t love power tools? Little Ms. Barbee Baxter was in for a treat, or not, depending on how she looked at a long afternoon of ramping up and then sliding back down the scale of orgasmic delight without ever actually tipping over the edge. He stepped up close behind her and let her feel his heat against her back. Then he gently laid the vibrator against her pussy, being sure to also engage her clit. He flicked the switch on low and let the vibrations penetrate her center. Then he slid it back until the little nub of the vibrator was against her rear opening while still stimulating her slick pussy. When she began to groan in appreciation, he took the vibrator away. “Think you’re going to like this method of punishment, subbie?”

  “Oh, Master. I think I’m going to love it.”

  “We’ll see how you feel about it in a while.�
� He applied the tool to her slit again, gliding it over her sensitive pussy lips and then backing off to her slightly padded mons, just catching her eager clit in passing. Let the tool do the work. Is this an instance of work smarter not harder? He could keep this up for hours, but he knew she could not. Barbee was going to learn true submission one way or another. He wasn’t a particularly mean Dom, although he was strict. An instance of rebellion and disrespect such as she had demonstrated today couldn’t be allowed to go unpunished.

  Con continued the slow torture, bringing Barbee to the edge and backing off, again and again. Her groans and moans became more plaintive as the minutes stretched into an hour. He could see she was determined not to beg him, but he knew she was approaching her limit.

  When he thought she had taken about as much as she could, he opened the zipper of his trousers, stepped up behind her, and plunged into her hot pussy with a vengeance. She gasped out, “Oh, thank God. I didn’t think I could hold out another minute.”

  He stilled inside her. “Thank your Master, sub, and ask for your pleasure.” She tensed up, and he thought she would continue to resist him. He would hold still and wait until she submitted. Finally she said, “You are a bastard, Con.”

  “What was that, sub?” He reached down and smacked her butt. “I didn’t hear you ask for your pleasure,” he said in his husky Dom voice. He was determined to win this contest of wills. Finally she trembled and leaned back into his chest.

  “Fuck me please, Master.”

  He slowly withdrew his cock until just the tip was still inside her, and then he drove back into her velvet folds, only to repeat the tantalizing movements over and over until she was almost as desperate as she had been under the ministrations of the vibrator.

  “Since you asked so nicely, subbie.” He plunged into her up to his balls, which were now as full and hard as his cock, and picked up the strong, sure rhythm that he knew she craved. He pushed her over the edge into her long-awaited completion. The waves of white-hot pleasure crashed through his body as she thrashed against her restraints. He held her tightly between his chest and the cross as the ecstasy jolted through them.

  When she had relaxed back against his chest, she turned her head and kissed his cheek, and a feeling of sublime satisfaction saturated his body. A mischievous smile split her face. “That was excellent, Master. Thank you.”

  Why did he get the feeling that she had been the victor in this encounter? He had to smile. It would take a lot to get the better of Ms. Barbee Baxter.

  * * * *

  Alex was relieved when Con joined him on the bridge as they were about to depart George Town and get underway for the overnight passage to Kingston, Jamaica. He needed to talk to his friend about the unsettling development at lunch with Baylee.

  “I can’t believe she said she was making it easy for me, and we would just be friends from now on. What shit is that?”

  “Wasn’t that what you were thinking about telling her? She just beat you to the punch, and now you’re confused about what you actually feel.”

  “Yeah, I’m confused. I’m still mad, but…I guess you’re right.”

  “I’ve been telling you all along that you weren’t done with this and that you needed to work it out with her.”

  “Well, maybe this is for the best. Now I don’t have to be the one to call it quits. I hate emotional scenes with women.” Alex didn’t know if that was how he actually felt or if he was just saving face. The twins had really done a number on him on the Rio cruise, and he knew he wasn’t over it yet. He didn’t know if he ever would be completely over it or over Baylee Baxter.

  * * * *

  Baylee and Barbee were enjoying a glass of wine on their private deck. The sun was getting low on the horizon, and it looked like they were going to have another spectacular sunset. Baylee reached down and scratched Saltydawg behind the ears as she gave him another biscuit.

  “Well, I could see something in his eyes. It seemed like he was having a hard time telling me what he was really feeling, so I decided to take the bull by the horns and give him a good kick in the ass.”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “That I would make it easy for him and that we would just be friend from now on.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Not much, but he looked flabbergasted. I don’t think many women have told Alex Dragados that they just wanted to be friends.” She smiled at the memory of the look on Alex’s face. “He really didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t look happy. I don’t think he knows what he wants. He wants me, but he’s still furious with me.”

  “He’s going to have to figure it out then. Just let him think about it for a day or so. Get yourself up on deck, smile, and flirt with every unattached guy you see. Be friendly and pleasant when you see him—or Con—but don’t come on to him. Those two are as tight as two fleas up a dog’s butt. He’ll get the message.”

  “That’s the plan. We’ll just have to see how it plays out.” Baylee knew she was taking a risk, but she knew she couldn’t go on the way things had been between her and Alex. It was just too painful.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The Golden Dolphin, Kingston Harbour, Kingston, Jamaica, in the Caribbean Sea, May 20, 2014 –Tuesday Morning, Day Eleven of the Cruise

  Although Kingston Harbour is the seventh largest natural harbor in the world and could accommodate large ships, it was still Con’s preference to anchor the Golden Dolphin in deep water and ferry the passengers back and forth from the ship to the docks on the tenders. He liked the security and privacy of deep water. With a ship like the Golden Dolphin, one couldn’t be too careful. While instances of piracy were more common off the coast of Africa, they were not unheard of in these waters. On Tuesday morning, he took the helicopter into the Harbor Master’s Office and took care of the necessary business of presenting credentials and passports. Soon passengers began to gather at the tender garages for transport to shore and a day in Jamaica. Kingston was a large city with lots to see and do, and Casey Campbell had made transportation arrangements to the resort areas for those who wanted to venture out farther than the waterfront.

  “You’re scheduled for shore leave until six o’clock tonight. What are you going to do? Look up Baylee?” Con knew that Alex was still off his game because of the unexpected turn his relationship with Baylee had taken. Not many women gave Alex the kiss-off, and it had to be a shock to his system.

  “No. I think I’ll go to the beach, find a bar, and hang out. I need some time away.”

  “Well, now is the time to get some then. Think about what you want to do and not just what your crazy Latin pride says you should do.”

  “Crazy Latin pride? Who me? You’re kidding, right?” Con could see that Alex had been knocked for a loop and hadn’t yet figured it out. He knew a thing or two about crazy Greek pride. So who was he to talk? He wished there was something he could do to help, but even best friends had to step back sometimes and just let people work it out for themselves.

  * * * *

  Beau sat down at Cassie and Devon’s table on the main deck. He was nervous about the plans he had made for them in Jamaica. He wasn’t sure she would be on board for this idea.

  After he had ordered coffee and breakfast he turned to Cassie. “I’ve reserved a cottage at the Jamaica Inn in Ocho Rios for today and tonight. I hope you’ll agree to go with me. Casey has booked us flights on the island airlines. It’s a short trip. We have to be back here by ten tomorrow morning.” When she didn’t immediately respond, he continued. “I think we need some time alone to talk and work some of this out. What do you say?”

  Cassie looked hesitant. He could tell that she wasn’t sure she wanted to leave the ship alone with him. “Come on, babe. We’ve known each other for over fifteen years even if we haven’t seen each other during that time. You have to know you can trust me. I’m the same person I was before.”

  She laughed bitterly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Beau was stunned. He�
��d hoped they had made a little more progress than that. When he just looked at her she seemed to be a little embarrassed by her curt remark. Then she looked at Devon, who gave a slight nod, much to his relief. If Devon had been against the excursion, he didn’t think Cassie would agree to go, and he really wanted to get her alone. “Okay, I guess. Let me throw a few things into a bag. I suppose you want to leave ASAP?”

  “That’s the plan.” He was relieved that she had agreed to go although she sounded far from enthusiastic. He’d had this in mind since their private time on the beach in Yucatan. The ship was great, but it was really a large fish bowl with everyone swimming around and around. He thought they needed some privacy. Beau was beginning to realize that he wanted a lot more from Cassie than a few days on a singles cruise, but he knew he still had some major fences to mend.

  Cassie was quiet on the short flight across the island and over the mountains to the north shore and Ocho Rios. The scenery was beautiful and Beau hoped they would be able to see the famous waterfalls, but time was extremely short as they would be there for only one day and night. He hoped to bring Cassie back for an extended stay sometime.

  The inn was a small but elegant hotel on a private beach. They checked in at the colonial-style blue and white reception area that was open to the sea and beach. “Why don’t we unpack, get a little sail boat, and go out snorkeling on the reef right here. Then we can lay around on the beach for a while before our massage at five.”

  “Beau, that sounds wonderful, but you have gone to so much trouble.”

  “Nothing is too much trouble to go to for you.”

  “Pretty words. I see you are trying to back them up with actions, but we’ll see.”

  “I planned this side trip so we would have some time alone to try to work this out. I knew there might be some rocks on the path. On the ship it’s too easy for you to make a strategic retreat instead of confronting our issues.”