Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Lucinda
I returned to my stateroom after the sail-away party and dinner.
They didn’t allow alcohol on the boat at night, but I could have used a shot or two.
I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. I had scened with all kinds of different Doms at my club and I never had to scene with anyone I didn’t want to.
But it was different because it was my job.
I could count on one hand the number of scenes I’d participated in where it had more to do with the Dom and not the scene and the submission itself.
Something about Marcus sparked an instant connection. Despite having just met, our moment on the dock created an unspoken alliance against whatever awaited us on this tip. My stomach fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and unease.
A small knock on my door got me moving. I opened it.
Carol stood there, her tailored black pantsuit catching the light with a subtle shimmer that commanded attention without asking for it. “Hi, Lucinda. I’m here to confirm your negotiations and take you to your scene room.”
“They sure do take the negotiations seriously on this ship.” I grabbed my bag with my essentials. Wipes, lip gloss, moisturizer. I was dressed in a loose pair of stretch pants and a T-shirt with a pair of ballet flats.
“Yes. It’s important, especially for the first night.” She tapped on a tablet she had cradled in her arm. “It sets the tone.”
“I have shared your limits with Marcus, and you may have his.” She handed me the tablet. “Please read them carefully and tap your acknowledgement at the bottom.” I sat on the end of my bed and read quickly. While our scene would be relatively simple, Marcus was into a lot of stuff.
“Marcus has requested you wear this.” She handed me a black bag with a white silk bow.
“We didn’t discuss clothing.” I opened the box and pulled out a pair of black boy shorts and a black halter top. It exposed my entire back but felt quite modest. I had no problem with nudity, but if Marcus wanted me covered a bit, it was fine with me.
“The scene will consist of impact play, no sexual contact and will end with aftercare. No time limit on the scene, but you are free to end it at any time with your safeword. Is that what you agreed to?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Great.” She smiled. “Get dressed and please use the robe. I will walk you to the scene room when you are ready.”
She slipped out the door and I dressed and stepped out a few minutes later.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Follow me.” She led me through a narrow hallway and down a floor and then down another hallway where she opened the last door on the right, stepped to the side and let me in.
“Wow.” The room consisted of a twin-size four-poster bed and an overstuffed brown leather chair in the corner with several fluffy blankets draped over the side. The bed had a brown leather cover over a thick mattress and more blankets stacked near the headboard.
An ornate armoire sat in the corner. On the bed was a pair of white leather cuffs and a black satin blindfold.
In front of the bed was a bench covered in plush burgundy in an intricate design.
“Please hang your robe up there.” She pointed to a hook on the wall.
“Have a seat on the bench, hands on your lap, blindfold on.”
“What about the cuffs?”
“Sir will place them upon his arrival.” She tapped on the screen again. I placed my robe on the designated hook. My hair hung down around my shoulders. I gathered it in my hand and attempted to put it up with the scrunchie I brought with me.
“Sir asked you wear only what he provides.”
I dropped my hair and stuffed the scrunchie in the pocket of my robe.
A minute ago, it had been Marcus, but as soon as we stepped in the room it was sir, this and sir, that.
“Is there anything else I can get you before you get started?” Carol asked.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great.” She stepped toward the door. “Enjoy your evening. I’ll be here to walk you back to your stateroom after your scene.” She stepped out and closed the door.
“Thank you, Carol,” I yelled. She opened the door back up and smiled.
“You are welcome.” She winked and shut the door behind her.
I skipped to the bench, giddy and excited. I sat down on the bench. Then stood and knelt on it. Ugh, how did he want me?
“He said sit, not kneel,” I said to myself then adjusted back to my butt.
I grabbed the blindfold and slid it over my head to take in the rest of the room.
There was no sound, except from my own breathing.
The boat swayed ever so slightly, but it was only noticeable when I was still.
I slid the blindfold down over my eyes once more, then placed my hands in my lap and took a deep breath before blowing it out.
A knock startled me, but Marcus didn’t wait for me to grant permission, and I heard the door creak as he walked in.
“Lucinda.” His accent made my name sound more southern and playful. I hated my mother for giving me such a serious name with a silly nickname. I’d threatened to beat up kids who called me Lucy.
“You look lovely. How do you feel?”
“Good, sir.” I tried to sound mature, but it came out a little too hyper. “Excited.”
He chuckled. I felt him close to me. He took my hand and brought it up to his mouth, his lips lingering as he gave me a kiss.
Carol had said we would have no sexual contact, but the back of my hand had a direct pathway to my clit. I had to keep from rubbing my thighs together. He grunted and took my other hand and did the same thing. A quiet gasp escaped my lips, but Marcus ignored it. Thank goodness.
He placed a velvet scrunchie in my hand. “Please put this on to keep your hair out of the way.”
I tried to keep my face neutral, but apparently failed.
“Speak freely, Lucinda. I will tell you when I want you to be quiet.”
“I had my hair up and Carol told me to take it down.” I peered up at him although I couldn’t see a thing through the blindfold.
“She was correct.” He stepped away from me and spoke from across the room. “I like to watch my subs prepare for me.”
His words sent a welcome shiver up my spine. Again, this no-sexual-contact thing didn’t take into consideration that everything he said and did felt like foreplay.
Funny, I hadn’t reacted so strongly when he stood in front of me and we spoke face to face. This scene was taking a turn, and I liked the direction it was going.
Marcus took my hand and I gasped.
He moved quietly.
“I’m sorry, sweet sub; did I scare you?”
“Snuck up on me.” I giggled. “You need to wear a bell or something.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” The whisper caressed my ear, warm breath tickling my skin. A warm hand lifted my left wrist and secured it in the thick leather cuff, which were surprisingly light. My other hand followed suit. “How do those feel? Not too tight?”
“No, Sir.” I swallowed. “They are fine.”
“Good.” Powerful hands enveloped mine. “Stand up for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” My pulse quickened as I obeyed.
Strong fingers squeezed and settled on my hips. “Turn around and kneel on the bench.”
Behind me, he gently guided me to my knees. A wall of heat hovered near me, but not quite touching. I wanted so much to lean back into him, to feel his warmth. I sensed a slight hesitation before he moved on to his next command.
“I’m securing your hands to the post with a slipknot. Easy to get yourself out of.” He worked on my left hand and then my right. “What’s your safeword, Lucinda?”
“Red for stop, yellow for slow down.”
“That’s a good submissive.” He inhaled and exhaled at the back of my neck. Goosebumps popped up on my skin. His voice had a slight edge but remained warm and encouraging. “If you need to use your safeword at any time, I command you to do so, understand?”
I nodded my head.
“I need you to use your words, Lucinda.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said too quickly.
It was strange, something about his touch, his tone, his commands were sending me into a floaty state that typically took me longer to achieve.
It wasn’t quite subspace, but it wouldn’t take long once the impact play started, depending on what implement he used.
Canes were my only hard limit. I didn’t like the marks they left or the recovery time.
And other Doms didn’t really like to see another man’s marks on you.
“You are thinking awfully hard, Lucinda.” He stepped away again. “Do you have something on your mind?”
“Not really, Sir.”
He let a little growl escape his lips. I hoped he let me keep these shorts and or at least wash them before returning them because they were soaked already. It had to be the blindfold. Every sound he made sent shockwaves straight to my core.
“What were you thinking about?”
My eyes blinked behind the blindfold. I couldn’t tell him what I was actually thinking about.
Shit, Lucinda. Think.
“Uhm, what implement are you going to use? We didn’t really talk about that.”
“I have read your limit sheet and your questionnaire.” He seemed to be amused by my question, and he was playing with me. “Is it okay if I surprise you?”
His cryptic answer made me shiver.
“Don’t worry, Lucinda.” Suddenly right back in my personal space, he whispered in my ear. “You’ll find out soon enough.”