Chapter 8 #2
“Stay put.” He walked away a few steps but returned quickly.
“Oh.” A warm washcloth ran between my legs and down them. It felt nice on my sore bottom. He tapped my left and then right foot and pulled the boy shorts up and over my ass, then helped me stand. After a spanking, massage and two orgasm, both legs were wobbly.
Strong arms hoisted me up and carried me a few feet. A chair creaked slightly as my body settled into his warm lap. The blindfold lifted away, revealing the lights in the room had been shut off.
The window perfectly framed a small town full of white sparkly lights in the distance.
“Oh, wow.” I shifted on his lap for a better view.
“Where are we?”
“North of Jacksonville beach.”
“It feels like we’re in the Europe and not off the coast of Florida.”
“Have you been to Europe, Lucinda?” He interlocked his fingers with mine.
“Yeah, London, Paris, Rome.” I shifted in his lap. The bulge in his pants was hard to ignore. He was big and firm against my hip. “All the usual places.”
I slid my hand out from under the blanket and down. He caught my hand immediately and brought it back onto my lap.
“Did I ruin the scene again, Sir?”
He held a bottle of water up to my lips. I took a sip.
“Drink a little more.”
I did as he asked.
“No, Lucinda. Of course not.” He put the bottle down and wrapped his arms around me. “I am enjoying our time together. I never know what will come out of a scene with you.”
I settled back in his arms and inhaled.
“Me, either, Sir, but I’m having a great time.” I laid my head back and closed my eyes. “I had low expectation for this trip, but I’m happy I met a sexy boat Dom to have fun with. Thank you.”
“Sexy boat Dom, huh?” he whispered, kissing the side of my face. “I’m having a great time, too, Lulu.”
I woke up from a crazy dream. I was back in the scene room, but when my mask came off and my eyes adjusted, the man standing in front of me wasn’t Marcus. It was a faceless man, but he emoted anger and frustration.
I had the dream before, but when the Dom revealed himself, it had always been Zach’s face.
My obsession over him consumed my thoughts for month after he left. The feeling sprang up occasionally, like when a Dom I was with reminded me of him or when I heard someone with a funny voice like the ones he used to always tease me with.
And, when someone called me Lulu.
Marcus had called me that last night. It must have been what brought Zach to mind today.
The phone on my nightstand rang and I kicked the covers off and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Sleep well, Lucinda?”
It was Marcus in full-on Dom voice.
“I did, Sir. Thank you.” I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, thinking about his fingers on me. My pussy ached at the sound of his voice. “How about you?”
“Well, yes I did and thank you for asking, darling.” He seemed surprised I’d asked about him. Maybe I hadn’t taken enough interest in getting to know him. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“It’s a lovely day today. What do you have planned?”
I peeked out from under the covers at the sun beaming down on the surface of the calm waters. I pushed the covers off and placed my feet on the carpet. Was it always this soft?
“There’s a couple of classes today I wanted to check out and I’m supposed to have lunch with some other subs in port.
” The classes were more an introduction to certain types of play and while not an expert, I’d had every element and tool used on me.
The club in Austin had a don’t knock it until you try it attitude.
In a safe space, I’d learned needle play and electric play could be fun with the right partner and in moderation.
“Sounds like a full day.” He chuckled. “Hopefully you’ll be done early.”
“For what?”
“I thought I’d take you to dinner. Just the two of us.”
“Just the two of us?” I stared at the phone.
“Unless you’d like an audience.”
“Oh, no. Not into voyeurism, remember?” I sat back down on the bed.
“Let’s say about six o’clock. Carol will come and escort you to dinner. I’ll leave you something to wear.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me too, Lulu.”
My heart flipped. Before now, only one person had ever called me Lulu. I didn’t mind Marcus calling me that, but it did bring up some memories I wished would stay buried.
A box waited for me on my bed when I returned to my stateroom.
It wasn’t wrapped but secured with a big silver satin bow.
I untied and lifted the sturdy lid. Clouds of tissue paper billowed out.
I removed them and found a silky purple dress.
The soft fabric shined as I held it in front of me and stared at myself in the full-length mirror.
The dress fell just below my knee and shimmered when I moved.
Two thin silver-chain straps held the dress together.
I returned to the box, no panties or a bra or shoes for that matter. He did provide a note.
I saw this and thought of you.
Please wear it for me tonight and nothing else.
See you at six.
Your sexy boat Dom.
Ugh, I could be so corny.
I showered and shaved and then slid into the dress. It fit snug against my torso and clung to my hips, flaring a little at the bottom. The straps tickled as they rolled across my shoulders.
I brushed out my hair and put on a little lip gloss. The box didn’t include a blindfold. Maybe we would go without tonight.
Carol knocked on my door at ten minutes to six. She stood in the doorway with her familiar tablet in the crook of her arm.
“You look lovely.”
“Thank you.” I shimmied in the dress, but her focus had returned to the tablet.
“You are having dinner tonight, and Master has asked us to set up the St. Andrew’s Cross and other bondage tools. But he only asked me to pull out a set of floggers. Seems they are your favorite.” She looked up. “Any changes or concerns regarding your limits?”
“No, I’m good.”
She tapped the screen and handed it to me. “No changes on his end either.”
I signed my name with my finger and hit submit. I handed the tablet back and we were off.
We walked down the hall and then down some stairs. It took us back down a hallway the length of the boat. Carol opened the last door on the right and stepped to the side.
I stepped in and gasped.
The room was compact and minimal. A narrow bed tucked into one corner.
But dominating the center stood a small round table that contradicted everything else about the space.
Draped in richly patterned cloth, it displayed a single place setting: gleaming bone china on a gold charger, crystal goblets catching the light, and gold flatware arranged with military precision.
Fresh flowers and tall candles crowned the center, the entire setting fit for a queen.
There was a balcony with a view out to sea, but it was currently obscured by a St. Andrew’s Cross made of polished metal. I ran my hand down.
“Are you ready?” Carol flipped the blindfold out of her pocket. “Master would like you stand here and wait for him.”
I hid my disappointment. I wanted to see his eyes when he saw me in the dress.
It would be fun to sit across from him and have a meal.
The reminder was there. This wasn’t a date. It was a scene.
Zachariah
“Wow.” The word fell from my lips. I couldn’t control it. It was the only way to describe the vision before me. “You look exquisite.”
“Thank you.” She smiled up at me.
I walked around her, admiring her from all angles.
The dress dipped in the back just above her perfect ass. I stepped closer and ran a finger down her spine. She shivered and squirmed in a way that was becoming both nostalgic and familiar.
“How do you feel?” I stepped in front of her.
She tilted her head back. “Excited for tonight.”
“Me, too.” I caressed her chin and then took her hand. “This way.”
I sat down and pulled her into my lap. She adjusted to get comfortable. My aching cock didn’t protest.
I tapped my phone to signal Carol to bring in the first course. “The staff will bring in the courses but only on my signal. No audiences tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Carol carried a plate and set it in front of me.
The sherry from the lobster bisque hit me first, made with lobster the chef’s staff caught that morning.
It was one of Lucinda’s favorite foods. The whole meal was curated with her in mind.
Nothing out of the ordinary that would cause her to suspect, but she would feel comfort in the meal I had picked out for her.
It’s what I wanted for her. To be comforted by my presence even when I caused her pain.
“Open.” I lifted the spoon with the soup and big chunks of lobster to her lips.
The moment it hit her tongue she moaned and my cock twitched.
“Oh, my god.” She squeezed her hands together. “That’s so good.”
“Would you like more?”
“Yes, please.” She opened her mouth, and I fed her again.
She hummed appreciatively with each bite. “So yummy.” She swung her legs back and forth, again causing my cock to protest. “Do you like it?” she asked.
“I’ve had it before, but tonight, I’m going to concentrate on you. I’m enjoying watching you enjoy.”
“Okay.”
“Ready for the next course?”
“Yes, Sir.”
So sweet. I kissed her shoulder and waited for Carol to bring in the next dish. Once it was delivered, I shifted Lucinda in my lap, placing her legs on either side of mine.
“Lean back against me. Hands on your thighs.”
She did as she was told. I placed a mirror across from my seat. I wanted to see her face, watch her expressions as I touched and teased her.
The next course was a steak cooked medium-rare and grilled shrimp with a tomato sauce.
“Open.” I laid the piece of steak on her tongue. “Enjoy.” I whispered in her ear while moving my hand up her inner thighs. I drew her dress up and exposed her sweet pussy.
“Oh.” She shifted forward slightly.
“Lean back and try not to move, my sweet sub.”
“Okay.” She whimpered but laid back against my chest.
I feed her a piece of the shrimp next. She moaned.
My fingers ran up and down her slit. She gripped her bare thighs.