50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set (13 page)

He pushed back inside her. He tossed the flogger to one side and entered her fully before bringing his hands down on her bottom in a sharp cracking smack that sent her flying toward the very edge of her desire.

Now was the time to ask and she did, “May I come Sir?”

“No, you may not. You may come when I tell you to and no sooner.”

His cock began to pound in and out of her. Her feet scrabbled for purchase on the thick carpet. Her hands twisted into the covers and she tried to count to ten, to twenty, to think of anything that would keep her form coming before he gave his precious permission but she knew that she could not wait much longer. Her inner walls were squeezing and her fluids had become copious and thin.

He said, “Now you may come,” and her body responded by sending powerful pulses of creamy white come onto his cock.

The orgasm left her limp, shaking, and exhausted. She felt him come, felt his seed spill into the condom that he wore and she groaned, her body doing its best to betray her by arching against his.

He withdrew and said, “That was a very nice job you did. You may rest now.”

Jill climbed up onto the bed, closing her eyes obediently. She heard him leaving and she opened one eye, a smile on her face. She had never felt more powerful in all of her life. Her entire body ached and she was sore and sleepy, much sleepier than she had ever been before.

***

Jill had left the Nyx and gone home. It had taken a few days to come down form the high that her cruise had instilled in her but she had finally managed to do so. Her whole body was aching and her spirits were still high though.

The cruise had done more for her than she had realized. It had set her free from some of the notions that she had had. She knew now that she did not just want a Dom, she wanted someone who wanted the same things she wanted in her life: rough sex, a lot of control over her and a lot of good old fashioned fucking mixed with love.

Where to find it was what had her stumped. She could go on another cruise, yes, but she would have to return eventually and there she would be, in the same position she had always been in.

She went to work, her thoughts still focused on those things. As soon as she walked in she saw Mr. Waters stepping through the door of his office and heading for her cubicle. Her throat tightened and her eyes crawled over his body. Mr. Waters was sexy in a nice guy next door way that she liked. He was confident but not arrogant. He was commanding but not demanding and she had had a crush on him the entire two years that they had worked together.

He came closer and his eyes went to the collar she wore around her neck as a souvenir. He leaned forward slightly and a roguish grin appeared. “I like that. Is it yours or someone else’s?”

“It’s mine but it does not belong to anyone else.” She realized that they were talking in code. He knew what the collar stood for! Her face heated and she added, in a low voice, “There is no leash attached to it if that is what you are asking.”

His bottomless brown eyes bored into hers. Had she just made a colossal mistake? Had she thought he knew something that he did not know?  How to take that back? Her mind tripped over her thoughts and she opened her mouth to try to find something to say, to say something that would make light of her previous sentence.

The office was quiet. It was early yet and almost everyone else was still gathered around the coffeepot. His eyes went around them and then looked back into hers. He had a very nice little dimple beside his cheek, something she had not noticed before.

He said, “I’m glad that there is not a leash attached.”

That told her nothing. Maybe he just did not want some crazy woman wearing a leash around his office. What could she say? What was the right question to ask? She had no idea.

“Mr. Waters…”

“Call me Ted.” His smile grew wider.

“Ted, I …um…”

“Do you want to explain where you got it?”

‘It was a gift from a Sir I knew.”

Why was she saying that to him? She closed her mouth but it was too late. The words were out. He grinned again and she saw his even white teeth behind his pillowy lips. “But there is no Sir now?”

She shook her head. The collar felt too heavy and she wanted to take it off before things got out of hand but the question he had just asked her made little thrills shoot through her and she wanted, needed, to know where this was going.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

He walked away.

Jill stared after him, flummoxed. She sat down at her cubicle and turned on her computer, staring at the screen. Had she just fucked up? Was he right now reporting her to some higher up? Scared and dazed she found herself staring at her work, unable to begin it.

The landline phone on her desk went off. She picked up. “Hello?”

“Would you come to my office please?”

Oh shit. This was it. He wanted to tell her she was fired for being a pervert. Her legs shook as she stood and headed for his office. The blinds were closed and so was the door. She knocked and waited for him to tell her to enter.

She stood near his desk, not speaking. Ted pointed to a chair and she sat down. His grin got bigger. He looked at the closed door behind her, at the collar around her neck and he said, “Would you like to go to dinner with me this evening?”

Jill’s mouth fell open. “You…you are not firing me?”

‘Why would I fire you?” He leaned back in his chair and his shirt tightened around his firm athletic frame. She caught herself staring at the breadth of his shoulders and looked away before answering, “Well, because of this.” Her fingers touched the collar.

“Why would I fire you for that?”

She licked her lips. “Because it is something that people who like their lives to be a little different from other people’s wear. I think you know that and you don’t like it.”

He leaned forward. His strong fingers came across the desk and he took her cold hands in his. “I have liked you since I met you. I never asked you out before because…well…it is a little hard to tell a woman that you are a Dom and that things that other people find weird or scary id what you like best, what I like best. But now that I know I won’t scare you away I am really hoping you will say yes to going to dinner with me. We could talk some more about that collar, and about what I like to do with my floggers and a few other things.”

“I like floggers,” it popped right out of her mouth and she blushed deeply.

“Do you?” His gaze pinned her down and she found herself utterly unable to lie. “I only had them once, well for a weekend. This past weekend. I wanted to for a long time but it was so hard to find someone who did not want to try to top me online. It was like a nightmare, every guy was just about me going on webcam for them, which I wouldn’t do, and none of them knew what it was that I really wanted so I …I went on the Nyx cruise.”

“I understand. But you still have not said whether or not you will have dinner with me tonight?”

“Of course I will!” Her smile was broad and genuine. “I liked you too and I always hoped you would ask me out but under that I was worried that you would and find out what I liked and dump me.”

Ted laughed. “Well, I think we can both agree that neither of us are weird. We just like the same things. So I will see you at six, say in the parking lot?”

“Yes,” she said as she rose from the chair. “Yes, Sir.”

The End

Book Nine

The Blind Eye Suite

Olivia got out of her car and stared around herself. The ship stood at anchor and the waves crested across its hull. Seagulls whirled and spun, looking for a treat. She took long slow breaths and wiped her hands on her slacks. A few people passed by and she watched them go, not wanting to leave the safety of the parking lot just yet.

The cruise was expensive. It was so expensive she had had to cash in her entire vacation savings for this but that did not matter to her. What mattered was that for the first time in her adult life someone had understood completely what it was that she wanted.

She had called the number for the cruise line and spoken to a woman named Natasha. Olivia’s first words after hello had been, “I read the list of things you will not accommodate and what I want is not on there but I don’t know if you can do it.”

“Why don’t you tell me what it is you are looking for?” Natasha asked.

Olivia hesitated. “It’s pretty weird.”

“Maybe not as weird as you think.”

That had reassured her somewhat. “I don’t really know how to explain it.”

Natasha’s voice was warm and comforting. “Do this. Close your eyes. Now try to see what it is you want, can you see it?”

The images that came to her mind were the same ones that she always saw. Immediately her nipples stiffened. “Yes.”

“Good, now describe to me what you see.”

She did, haltingly. The words tripped off her tongue and her thoughts jumbled then untangled. She finished saying what she had to say and waited to be told she was a freak and that what she wanted was so perverted that there was no way she was ever going to get it.

“That sounds so hot.”

The words made everything feel okay. Olivia had taken her phone away from her ear and stared at it. The few times she had said that to a friend they had said exactly the opposite and she was so thrilled that someone got it that she forgot to speak. She put the phone back to her ear and said, “So it’s…it’s possible?”

Natasha said, “But of course.”

It was matter of fact that Olivia almost crumpled with relief. It was possible. It was not only possible it seemed…well…almost normal. She said so and Natasha replied. “We are sex-positive Olivia. We believe in making our guests fantasies come true because all too often they cannot find a way to do so in a world that is not so sex positive.”

Sex positive. She liked the sound of that.

She had made her cruise arrangements right then. The days leading up to the cruise had been filled with anxiety, expectations and anticipation. Standing in the parking lot watching people heading for the ships beyond she felt her tension rising. She knew this was not a mistake, this was exactly what she wanted to and she could not wait for it to happen.

Which was exactly why she was hanging back. The delightful anticipation had gotten so huge it threatened to swallow her. It was better than being a kid waiting for Christmas.

Her highly heeled pumps clattered and clicked on the sidewalk. A man with a crisp white uniform appeared as she turned into the lane that had a small sign announcing the queue for the Nyx.

“May I take your bags Miss?” His smile was solid white, his lips full. She smiled back, unable to stop herself. “Why yes please and thank you.”

He took the bag and vanished. She was waved on and into a long waiting room furnished with decadent leather chairs and low sofas. She took a tall glass filled with a delicious, fruity concoction liberally laced with vodka. The liquor left a fiery trail burning down her belly and she licked her lips as she took another long sip.

The people in the waiting room were quiet and the sound of soft music filtered through. The anticipation did not fade but the nerves did and she relaxed, enjoying this slow buildup to what it was that she really wanted.

How long had she wanted this? Ten years? More? Her eyes went to the glass framed walls and her reflection peered back at her. Her sunny blonde hair hung loose and curling around her face and her curvy body was clad in a black and white maxi dress with a belt cinched tightly around her waist to emphasize it. She looked around, her eyes scanning the others. Most looked impatient and eager, some looked nervous.

“Hello Olivia.”

She recognized the voice. It was the woman she had made her arrangements with, Natasha. She stood; holding one hand out and Natasha took it and smiled at her. “You’re lovely. I hope your trip here was pleasant.”

“So are you, and thank you. It was. I don’t live very far away actually.”

“Good, are you ready to see your suite?”

“I am.” Her heart hammered and Natasha said, “Good, I will show you the way if you will follow me.”

Olivia nodded and gathered up her things. Her eyes went left and right. Would one of the handsome men she saw dotted here and there be her lover? Her cheeks heated as she saw one man looking back at her, his gaze direct and a smile on his mouth. She walked beside Natasha as they went up the gangway and into the belly of the boat.

The massive lobby stood high and lovely and Olivia paused for a moment, letting her eyes sweep over it all.

“I have never seen anything so beautiful,” she breathed, thinking of the rather Spartan apartment she lived in and the plain tract house she had grown up in.

Natasha said, “I am glad you like it. Please feel free to explore as you wish, the ship is here for you and the other guests and I love hearing people compliment it. I decorated it actually.”

“Wow.” Olivia reached out a tentative finger and touched a shimmering tile that took up one wall. “That is utterly lovely. I mean lovely.”