Marcus found his balls and stood up. “You can’t pretend to be me and fuck her.”
“I can’t?” I raised an eyebrow. The silence spread out between us. I gave him a chance to give in. Judging from the sweat forming on his upper lip, he wanted to but didn’t know how. I let him off the hook, for now.
I motioned for him to sit. “Marcus, you will continue speaking with Lucinda for me. You will have a drink with her, have dinner with her if she chooses. You will continue to get to know her as you see fit.”
I stood up and walked toward him, leaning on the corner of my desk.
“You can laugh, flirt, joke around with her and continue to make her feel like the precious woman she is…” I shrugged. His eyes grew wide. “My arrangement with her will not last beyond this trip. You can choose to tell her if you want to.”
The war between his brain and his conscious was evident on his face.
“But you don’t have to.” I saw it in his eyes. He wouldn’t tell her, because telling her would seal his fate and he wouldn’t risk it. “When this is trip is over, she will only know you were the one who made her feel that way. You are free to tell her whatever you want.”
I patted his shoulder like he’d done to her.
“The two of you can live happily ever after,” I whispered in his ear. “But, for the next four days, she is mine.”
I didn’t bother waiting for his response.
The scent of vanilla with a hint of fear hit me as I opened the dungeon door. I’d purposely requested the ‘punishment room’ as the boat staff had affectionally nicknamed it because my sub felt she needed a punishment. She sat on the edge of the leather bench in the center of the room and I could taste her trepidation.
She cinched the robe in her hand and ran her fingers along the smooth leather of the chair. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders and framed her face. The silk blindfold was secured with two thick elastic straps.
“Good evening, darling.” My impersonation of Marcus’ accent improved after each conversation we had, but while I still needed his help, I was done entertaining him. I would, however, continue to keep a close eye on him.
“Hello, Sir.” Her back straightened and she laid her hands on her lap.
I stepped close to her, but was careful not the touch her. “How are you feeling after last night?”
She jumped and a small gasp escaped her pouty lips. “A little sore, but good.”
I walked around her.
She followed my steps as if she could see me.
“You agreed to the scene for tonight.” I had watched her and Carol go through it. “Did you have any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Anything you want to tell me?”
She bit her lip and hesitated. “Uhm, yes Sir.”
“What is it, Lucinda?” I stood in front of her. Her head lifted.
“Could you punish me before we get into the scene tonight, please?” Her teeth went right back to gnawing her upper lip.
“And, what will I be punishing you for?” I leaned into her.
“You…” She squeezed and released her thighs. I took one of her hands in mine, to steady her. “If you didn’t think I broke a rule, then maybe I don’t need to be punished.”
“Well, yes, and no.” I kissed her hand and she shivered. “I assume you are talking about trying to extend our scene last night into intimate play.”
“Yes, but —”
“Someone reminded me today how it is imperative to follow established rules.” The fucker. “Extending a scene beyond what was previously agreed upon while in the heat of the scene is not wise. Consent may be compromised by all those feel-good endorphins in your system.”
Her cheeks pinked.
