I clicked on the microphone connected to the earpiece in his left ear.
“You’re up, my friend.”
He startled but regained his composure and turned toward the wall.
“I’m on my way.” His nervous chuckle was out of character. “Didn’t want to just pounce on the girl.”
“Yes, pouncing on her would be frowned upon.”
He peaked behind him like he thought I was lurking on the edge of the party and not watching it all unfold in the comfort of my office.
Forgetting the no-alcohol rule, Marcus nabbed a drink off a passing tray and downed it before looking into the glass, then smoothed down his suit jacket and wondered over toward Lucinda.
Her face lit up when she noticed him. A subtle push of hair behind her left ear along with a slight sway of her hips to the music made her a picture of submissive perfection.
“Lucinda.” He greeted her and handed her another glass of juice in a champagne glass from a passing steward.
“Ask her if she’s eaten since boarding the boat.” I spoke into the microphone.
“Have you eaten, darling?” He turned my words into his own speech. I recorded every word to play it back later. I had worked years to get rid of my Texas accent, but Marcus used his southern charm to his advantage.
“No, not yet.” She leaned toward him. “I’m kind of nervous.”
“Awww.” He took her elbow and lead her toward the nearest table. “What’s there to be nervous about? You have done this before, haven’t you?” He chuckled and it made her smile.
“Of course, but you know, new environment, new people.” She grinned up at him like he was her saving grace, and I supposed for now he was, but the night wasn’t over. I looked forward to her grinning at me like that.
“Tell her you would like to scene with her tonight.” I spoke into his ear.
He blinked and she picked up on his hesitation.
“Fucking get it together, Marcus.” I brought the microphone closer to my mouth. “She is a very perceptive young lady, and you are giving off the wrong vibes.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and stretched, then quickly removed the frown on his face.
“Listen, Lucinda, how about we get the hard part over with?” He caressed her cheek. “Would you care to perform a little scene with me tonight? Something to break the ice for us both. Get our feet wet, so to speak.”
“Okay. I would like that.” The appreciative grin she gave him made my chest ache. My sexy sub responded to kindness, and I wasn’t a kind man.
“Make sure to manage her expectations, Marcus.”
“So, I think we do a bit of impact play if you’re good with that and how do you feel about being bound? Maybe just your arms, to start. I only have one condition.”
“What’s that?”
He stepped toward her. She strained to look up to him. “I’d like you blindfolded the whole time.” He caressed her cheek. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“While we scene, please call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Marcus.” I growled.
“Only in the scene, sweet Lucinda.” He grinned down at her, and she grinned up at him.
I shut off the sound but continued to watch their interaction. I knew he would charm her with little effort. Flirting was his love language, but I didn’t have to listen to it. He’d done what I asked and in a couple of hours, I would be sceneing with my sweet Lulu.
