I could hardly wait.
Chapter Four
Lucinda
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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.
