“Triple-checked.” He snickered. “View for the camera only visible on these four tablets. All password protected. I’ll be training your staff to utilize them over the next few days.”
I picked up the tablet.
“And you will have access to everything right here.” He pointed the bank of small televisions over my desk.
“Perfect.” I tapped the screen. It sprung to life with a total of six scene rooms in HD.
I had worked diligently with a designer, creating each color scheme and aesthetic to make the ship a perfect oasis. Mockups of the whole ship were constructed with every conceivable piece of furniture, finish and fixture in mind. Once the ship was ready for me, the team made quick work in bringing my vision to life.
“Now, what do you have to show me?” I set the tablet down.
“The floggers you like, custom-made to your specifications.” He handed them both to me, one heavier with long thin falls that would cause quite a stingy bite on the sub of my choice. And a much lighter one with thicker leather ropes, each fall ending with little knot at the end for more of an impact.
I swung the thinner one through the air. The whooshing sound never failed to get me hard.
“Here’s the array of plugs you requested.” He handed me a thin case with a silver lock. I unhooked it and opened it to find a set of six butt plugs in various sizes and materials. I liked to have variety in my play.
“Excellent work, Michael.” I shut the case and set it aside. He went through a few more items, but my mind wandered to Lucinda.
I hated to admit it, but I was curious. How did my sweet innocent Lucinda end up on a BDSM yacht excursion? My little submissive had found her way back to me, even if she didn’t know it yet.
Chapter Two
Lucinda
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I couldn’t believe I’d gotten selected. One of the Doms that frequented the club on a regular basis, Master Charles, had told me about a BDSM yacht trip. No one knew who organized it, but no one denied its validity or that it would be at the highest of discretion and luxury. The submissives were selected after filling out an application and questionnaire, along with providing personal references from those we’d known in the community for at least two years. And even though I’d worked in a club in Austin and I made a lot of connections, I was still surprised when I got selected.
From what I understood, the submissives on the trip did not have to pay and that raised some concerns about the power dynamic, but I was assured at every turn that it would not obligate me to anything.
Not like consent wasn’t a big thing at the club. We always had the opportunity to turn down a request or stop a scene. But, as employees we were chosen. The boat was a smorgasbord of Doms and it was my turn to choose. I’d set my own rules and negotiate for myself.
And so I’d flown into Miami yesterday and stayed overnight at a hotel near the pier. And now I was on my way to board the cruise. A private car and driver picked me up and drove to the marina. Four others stood in line waiting to board when I arrived.
The skin on the back of my arm stung from repeated pinching. This wasn’t real. “Boat” didn’t begin to describe it. The yacht dwarfed its neighbors in the marina. Leaning over the pier’s edge into the dark depths of blue water, the bottom lost somewhere far below.
“Careful.”
The sunlight blinded me as my gaze traveled upwards taking in the finely dressed figure beside me. A tall man in a matching cream linen suit came into focus, backlit by the blazing sun: strong jawline, wind-tousled blond hair, expenses sunglasses.
“Don’t want you to fall in.” He flashed me a dazzling smile and moved between me and the edge of the pier.
“I can swim.” An unexpected giggle escaped my lips.
“Yeah.” Bending down. His cologne tickled my nose. “Well, I can’t. Don’t tell anyone.” One finger pressed conspiratorially against smiling slips.
He removed his glasses and held out his hand. “Marcus.”
“Lucinda.” Our palms meet briefly, his grip warm and firm. His light hair picked up the sun, and he had the deepest set brown eyes I’d ever seen.
“Nice to meet you, Lucinda.” He guided me toward the boat as the line moved forward. “First time on a trip like this?”
“I’m still not exactly sure what type of trip it is.”
His mouth dropped open, eyebrows shooting up toward his hairline as he took a half step back. His bewildered stare darted between my face and the enormous yacht.
I giggled.
