Ivorie's Surprise [Golden Dolphin] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Skye Michaels

  “I see. I think anyway. Thanks, Jenni. We haven’t done any of that stuff yet, and I’m sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. I mean, he did book this cruise, after all.”

  “All I can say is communication is key. Speak up about what you want to try and what you don’t. Don’t let embarrassment get you into a situation you’re not ready for. But don’t be afraid to try a few new things. You might be surprised to find out you love it.”

  Drew dropped down into the lounge beside Ivorie. He put the file containing the Riverstone contracts down on the deck and turned to Ivorie and Jenni. “Would you ladies like anything to drink?” When he had ordered drinks from the steward, Ivorie opened her Kindle and Jennie picked up her Cosmopolitan magazine which sported a headline reading “Ten Things to Do to Make Your Man Crazy.” She blushed again. She obviously was not going to continue their discussion with Drew lying right next to her.

  He opened the file and began to read, making comments in red pen in the margins. After about a half hour, he turned to Ivorie, kissed her, and then nipped her shoulder. “I think it’s time to turn over. Can I put some sunscreen on your back? I’d hate to have you get a sunburn.”

  Ivorie smiled at him and turned onto her stomach. He untied the neck and back of her bikini and the strings on the bottom of the suit. He poured a liberal amount of sunscreen into his big, hard hands and began to warm it. He spread the sunscreen over the skin of her back and shoulders and massaged it into her bottom and the backs of her thighs and legs. Oh God. I’m basically naked right here on deck. Granted, we’re in the middle of the ocean, but still…Just as that thought lodged in her brain, he smacked her bottom and said, “All done. Let me know when you want to turn over.” He returned to his contract as though it was nothing out of the ordinary.

  She was shocked as a bolt of desire coursed through her blood and zinged her pussy before the sting of the smack had faded. One of her favorite office fantasies had been where he had turned her bottom-up over his desk and spanked her because there was a typo in one of the letters she had typed for him. She sure wasn’t going to share that with anyone. It was far too embarrassing. Ha! Ms. Winthrop would be shocked to know the depth and frequency of my office fantasies.

  Natasha Romanova began making the rounds on the pool deck. She stopped by their lounge and said, “I have few openings for theme room reservations if any of you are interested. Mrs. Turner, we already have you and your husband down for three o’clock.”

  Drew turned to Ivorie and grinned. “What do you say, Ivorie? Want to give one of the theme rooms a spin?”

  Ivorie turned three shades of red and said, “Uh, whatever you want, Drew. I’ll leave it up to you.” She was mortified. Everyone certainly went in those rooms to have kinky sex. She didn’t know if she was excited or terrified.

  “Do you have any openings in the Medieval Bedchamber, Natasha?” When Natasha had consulted her list, he made arrangements for the theme room at five o’clock, complete with costumes, champagne, and a tray of hors d’oeuvres. He rolled over toward Ivorie, kissed her neck, and whispered, “Don’t look so scared. I promise you’ll love it. And if you don’t, we’ll stop.”

  She looked into his eyes, saw the sincerity there, and smiled back. “Okay, I’m willing to give it a try.”

  Chris Turner joined them at the pool, and they all had lunch together. Ivorie was glad to see that Drew and Chris apparently got along, shared a similar sense of humor, and had a lot to talk about. Sense of humor? Drew Blessingame? She wouldn’t have believed it a few days ago. After lunch, Drew swam laps against the current in the endless pool, and then they spent some time in the hot tub just relaxing and telling jokes until the Turners left at three o’clock for their theme room reservation.

  At four thirty Drew pulled her off the lounge and said, “Time to get showered and go to the theme room. Are you ready? Do you still want to give it a try?”

  “In for a penny, in for a pound I guess. Let’s see what it’s all about.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Drew took Ivorie’s hand and led her down the corridor on the third deck where the theme rooms and dungeon were located. He slid the security card through the card reader and opened the door. He could see by the shocked look on Ivorie’s face that she hadn’t known what to expect, but that the reality was far more than her wildest imagination.

  The Medieval Bedchamber theme room was fashioned after the one at Le Club Beaudelaire—New Orleans to which Jamie Devereau belonged. Drew had been a guest there on many memorable occasions. It was sumptuous in the extreme. On one side of the room there was an enormous, carved four-poster bed covered in dark-blue-and-gold tapestry hangings and bed coverings. On the other side were the usual BDSM pieces of equipment including a scaled down St. Andrew’s Cross, a padded leather spanking bench, and a complement of hanging chains and restraints. There was an ornate, carved mahogany armoire in the corner that Drew knew contained the necessary supplies such as floggers, crops, paddles, nipple clamps, lube, cuffs, condoms, and a multitude of other erotic items.

  Across the foot of the bed, the steward had placed their costumes. Drew smiled as he watched Ivorie’s eyes pop wide open when she saw the elaborate blue satin-and-lace gown and accessories. Although the wardrobe department on the boat was more limited than the one at Le Club, no expense had been spared in making the costumes versatile and beautiful. Drew’s outfit was comprised of an elaborate black leather vest encrusted with jewels that he would wear over his own tight, black leather pants and tall boots. The champagne and tray of hors d’oeuvres he had ordered were on the ornate dresser across from the bed. This was going to be fun. He hadn’t played at Le Club Beaudelaire for quite some time, and the club he belonged to in the city, Le Club Eastside—Manhattan, located in an industrial warehouse district on the Lower East Side, did not have the same flavor. Although both were very intense, Le Club Eastside was darker, and the other members were more seriously into the lifestyle and were not as prone to playful scenes.

  He took her into his arms and kissed her lightly. “Relax. We can talk about this before we start, okay? This is called a ‘role-playing scene’ where we pretend to be whatever characters we want. I thought you might enjoy a medieval capture and abduction scene like something you might have read in one of those bodice-ripper romance novels most of you women seem to devour.”

  She continued to examine the room. “Oh, Drew. This is outrageous. I have to say you’ve surprised me again.”

  “To keep it simple for your first time, during the scene you will address me as ‘my lord’ or ‘Sir Andrew.’ I’ll call you ‘Lady Ivorie.’ I’ve captured you and am holding you for ransom in my castle on an island in the North Sea. It’s very cold, desolate, and totally isolated. You are at my mercy. We’ll just let the story develop as it happens. Okay?”

  “Okay, that seems simple enough.”

  “The official safe word on the boat is Kingfish. If you want another word, just make one up and tell me. It should be something that would not be said in normal conversation so it won’t be overlooked. No and stop are meaningless and will be taken as part of the scene.”

  “Okay. Safe word, Kingfish. What else do I need to know?”

  “Just that I’m your lord and master, and you will do whatever I tell you to do without reservation, unless you choose to use your safe word.” He deepened the tone of his voice. He could tell by the stunned look on her face that she hadn’t been expecting that.

  All of a sudden she grinned at him, apparently having overcome her shock and awe for the moment, and said, “Oh, you mean just like at the office?”

  He was stunned for a moment. “That’s it—no more Mr. Nice Guy!” He swung her around, smacked her butt, laughed, and said, “Get into costume. You can use the bathroom over there. When you come out, the scene has started. ” He was secretly delighted. It was obvious to him that she was no longer frightened or intimidated. He changed into the vest, which he wore over his naked chest, and tuc
ked a riding crop into the leg of his boot. He thought it might be too soon to introduce a crop. He would wait and see. He didn’t want to scare her. A good first experience was crucial.

  * * * *

  Ivorie picked up the gown and accessories and went into the bathroom. She put on an underdress of fine cotton covered in delicate embroidery and lace, the blue gown, and matching lambskin ballet style slippers and twirled around in front of the mirror. She liked what she saw and thought Drew would like it, too, and without hesitation opened the bathroom door.

  In the spirit of the occasion, she had pulled her hair up into a loose knot on top of her head. She thought that suited the flavor of the scene. She was amazed at the intricate construction of the garments. They were all put together with Velcro fastenings and apparently designed to fit persons of different sizes. She grinned when she saw Drew’s eyes light up.

  “Get over here, wench. You are my captive now, and I intend to spend the afternoon enjoying your naked body in every way I can think of.”

  She had given this a moment’s thought while she was dressing. “Oh, my lord, please have mercy. I am on my way to the Convent of the Little Sisters of the Golden Dolphin to await my marriage to the king’s cousin. We have been betrothed since we were children. Please don’t ravish me.” Sounds a little cheesy to me, but not too bad for something on the fly. Next time I’ll do better. Was she actually contemplating a next time?

  “Until the ransom of fifty thousand pounds has been paid, Lady Ivorie, you are mine to do with as I please. I don’t care who pays—your father or your betrothed. They are both my sworn enemies.” He pulled her roughly into his arms and crushed his mouth down on hers. She could feel her pulse accelerate as he plundered her avid mouth. Her heart was actually pounding in her chest. It had happened just that quickly. This was powerful stuff. She was beginning to see the appeal, over and above the opportunity to get dressed up in fancy clothes, which she didn’t think she’d have on for very long.

  She was right! Before she could frame another response, Drew put his hand on the neck of the gown and ripped it open and off her body before she could do anything but gasp. He threw it over the chair in the corner. She was now standing in just the sheer white cotton underdress. Oh my God. He’s ruined that beautiful dress. But then she realized the dual purpose of the Velcro fastenings. They were obviously intended to facilitate quick and noisy removal. “No, no, my lord. Please stop.”

  “Never, until you are mine.” He quickly grasped both of her wrists in one of his big hands, grabbed up a set of padded leather handcuffs, and secured her wrists. She was frightened for a moment, and then she looked into his sparkling hazel eyes and saw the laughter just under the fierce expression on his face. She relaxed and knew she could trust him and could just go with the scene. He dragged her roughly to the other side of the room and clipped the cuffs to the chains hanging from the ceiling. He adjusted the length of the chain until she was standing on her toes, but not suspended.

  Without warning, he grabbed the neckline of the white underdress and ripped that open as well. Then he circled her tethered body, looking at her naked breasts, the vulnerable vee of her thighs, and her bottom. She felt extremely exposed. She had never been on display in this manner in her life. Quickly and without warning, he smacked her bottom again with the flat of his hand. The sharp cracking sound made her jump. Her heart rate accelerated again as the sting migrated down to her pussy, and she felt herself release a flood of moisture. Her eyes flew open and locked on his. What the heck? Before she could protest, he pulled her bound body into his arms and crushed her mouth again. She moaned into his mouth as she returned his kiss with an enthusiasm that astounded her.

  After that smack, she hadn’t known how she would feel, but apparently, her body had liked it, even if her mind was not yet made up. He slid his fingers through the slick juices of her pussy and unerringly found the little nub of nerves at the top of her mound, and all thoughts ran out of her mind like water from a sieve. He lightly rubbed the little button until she was panting. She was unable to focus and just went with the feeling of bliss between her legs. While she was luxuriating in that feeling, he palmed first one tender and achy breast and then the other. She whimpered and spread her legs as wide as they would go. He plunged his middle finger into her center, and she came apart in his hands. The electricity of her climax tingled from the top of her spine down to the tips of her toes. Her body quivered, and she collapsed against his chest. She would have fallen if not for the bindings around her wrists suspending her from the ceiling.

  * * * *

  Drew held her close to his chest as he unfastened the cuffs from the chain. He lifted her into his arms and headed for the bed on the other side of the room. He gently laid her down on the comforter. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips, her rosy nipples, and then trailed his lips down the center of her body to her naked mound. The enticing scent of her arousal drew him like a worker bee to honey. He was determined to taste that honey and spread her legs wide. His steel-hard cock was pressing painfully against the front of his leathers, but he was determined to make this a memorable experience for Ivorie. He could wait to bury himself in her hot sheath…but not for too much longer. He was ready to explode.

  He ran his tongue over her pulsing clit and then withdrew to her slick pussy lips. He plunged his tongue into her hot center. She pushed herself up to him, trying to regain the contact with her clit, but he held back. She was going to have to work for this one. His lips continued to torment her pussy while the fingers of her still-cuffed hands combed through his hair, holding his head against her. When she was wild for another release, he quickly donned a condom. He moved up her body, held her hands above her head, unsnapped the front of his leathers, and plunged his rigid length into her with a long, hard stroke that brought him into full possession of her tight passage. He continued to thrust his hips until he felt her muscles convulse around his shaft, and he blasted off into a violent climax that ripped through his entire body from his head to his feet. He felt her sheath convulsing with each rippling wave of her orgasm as she followed him over the edge into oblivion. He collapsed on her chest as he tried to regain his breath. Her eyes were closed, and she was still trembling in the grip of her release. He wrapped his arms around her as they came down together.

  When they had each regained their senses, he pulled her up tight against his chest and cuddled her close as he pulled the coverlet over them. “Rest, baby. We have all evening.” Then he drifted into a light sleep.

  * * * *

  Ivorie drifted in and out of slumber, held tight in Drew’s strong arms. It felt like heaven. She had absolutely no desire to wake up. She could spend eternity right here. Since that was unlikely, she finally forced herself to open her eyes. She looked right into his hot hazel gaze. She didn’t know how long he had been watching her sleep, but she thought it had been awhile. She felt her heart flutter in her chest and then fall into the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was, but she was afraid she might just be falling into the deep well of love.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Carl Gustaf Hotel and Spa, Gustavia, St. Barthelemy Island, October 7, 2013—Monday Afternoon

  Eugenia had driven back to Miami, turned in her rental car, and caught the next flight to Martinique where she was able to get a seat aboard a small inter-island commuter plane to St. Bart’s. It had taken a full day of traveling, but now she was ensconced in a comfortable suite at the Carl Gustaf Hotel and Spa overlooking the harbor. She had a spa appointment scheduled for the afternoon. She really needed a facial, massage, mani, and pedi. She had to look her best for Drew, after all. She was waiting for the Golden Dolphin to catch up and arrive in Gustavia. From her balcony she had a bird’s-eye view of the harbor, and she would certainly see the Golden Dolphin when it pulled into port.

  Her laptop was open on the desk in the sitting room, and she had been trying to contact Frank Conklin, her old boyfriend, on Skype. She just might need a
little assistance for what she had in mind, and Frank was usually up for a gag or a scam. Originally, when she first met him, she hadn’t realized he was a minor thug with some low-level New York mob connections. When she figured it out, at the beginning she had thought it was so exciting. He wasn’t really much of a gangster and not all that connected. But long term, sharing his criminal background was not what she had in mind for herself. She came from a socially prominent family, and she had all the right credentials to make an excellent marriage. Frank’s criminal background was one of the reasons they weren’t still together. While he was a really good-looking guy, she had wanted a more secure life in the lap of luxury, not one where she might have to take off in the middle of the night at the drop of a hat. When she met Drew Blessingame through some family connections, she had seen a much better prospect, and she had cut Frank loose. But he could be helpful in a pinch, for a cut, that is.

  Eugenia’s laptop pinged, signaling an incoming call. She was delighted that it was the one she had been waiting for. “Franklin, baby. How are you? I haven’t talked to you in a while.”

  “What do you want, Eugenia? You never call just to chat.”

  “Do you think you could come down to St. Bart’s for a couple of days? I’m down here, and I think I might need a little help.”

  “Help with what? Did you fuck it up with the rich boyfriend? Didn’t I read something about that in Page Six Magazine? The Post can’t be wrong.”