Ivorie's Surprise [Golden Dolphin] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

Ivorie smiled in anticipation as she pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, and her fingers moved down to unbutton his waistband. She pushed his slacks down his muscular thighs and was surprised to see he had gone commando. She gulped in a breath. His shaft was at full attention, steel-hard, and more than ready. He was even more beautiful than she had imagined. He stepped out of the slacks and kicked off his alligator moccasins.

“Slow down, girl. Let me have a turn.” He reached into the drawer of the table for a condom and made quick work of suiting up.

“I don’t want to go slow, Drew.” She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. He lifted her dress over her head, and she was left standing in high heels and a silky blue-lace teddy that she knew was beautiful. She had spent more on it and the cami dress than she should have, but the look in his eyes at that moment made it worth every outrageous penny. “Make love to me.”

He picked her up in his arms and headed toward the bedroom. Ivorie tightened her arms around his neck as he leaned down to push the multitude of plush throw pillows off the king-size bed and put her gently down. She kicked her shoes off and smiled up at him as she pulled him down next to her. She thought her behavior might be just a bit brazen, and that wasn’t like her at all, but she couldn’t help herself. Apparently she had harbored some feelings for Drew Blessingame that even she wasn’t aware of—and they hadn’t all been hostile.

* * * *

Drew flipped the snaps between her thighs open and pushed the blue silk out of the way. Then he pulled the teddy off over her head, leaving her naked. He ran his fingers over her smooth mound and found the little bundle of nerves at the apex. He pushed the hood back and skimmed his fingers lightly over her clit, and she gasped and arched her back in response. He continued the sweet torture with his mouth, nibbling and sucking, until he thought she might be getting close. He backed off and turned his attentions to her pulsing, slick center. He dipped two fingers into her pussy to test her readiness. Her body was hot and trembling with want. He kissed her hard and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He didn’t think he could wait another minute.

She pushed him over and straddled his middle, brushing her hot center over his pulsing erection. Her long silky hair brushed over his chest as she rubbed against him until he didn’t think he could stand another minute of the exquisite torture. Finally, when he thought he would explode, she lowered herself onto his hard cock, leaned forward on her forearms, and began to stroke him, slow and easy. She raised and lowered her body, pleasuring herself on his hard cock while he watched the emotions cross her beautiful face. She was the picture of erotic bliss. When he could stand the slow pace no longer, he quickly rolled her over and took command of the situation. He restrained her wrists above her head with one hand and supported himself with the other. When she didn’t evidence any fear of the pseudo-bondage, he began to stroke her harder and faster until his orgasm roared through him like a freight train, and his seed slammed into the condom. The sounds in his head seemed just as loud as a freight train. He slowed to let the residual waves of the orgasm pulse through his body, and then he began to stroke her slow and easy again in the age-old rhythm of love. He increased the pace as he watched her follow him over into her own stunning orgasm. He collapsed on her chest and just laid there satisfied and exhausted. He knew he was probably too heavy to stay on top of her for long, but at the moment he was unwilling and unable to move.

When he had gotten his breath back, he said, “That was truly extraordinary, Ms. James.”

She sighed. “It certainly was, Mr. Blessingame.”

Drew did not let Ivorie return to her own cabin when she had tried to get up and make a run for it. After disposing of the condom, he went into the bathroom and returned with a hot washcloth. He cleaned both of them, and then he pulled the silk sheets and comforter up. As he waited for sleep to overtake him, he wondered how he was going to keep Ivorie in his bed and how this new dynamic in their relationship would translate in their work world. He wasn’t going to be able to figure it out tonight, that was for sure. Finally he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

The
Golden Dolphin
—in International Waters, October 7, 2013—Monday Morning, Day Two of the Cruise

When Drew woke at first light the next morning, Ivorie was cuddled into his chest, and his leg was draped over her thighs. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Last night had been amazing in its intensity. He was usually good for at least two goes without a rest, but his orgasm had been so strong, he had felt drained and had immediately fallen asleep. Right now a morning quickie was definitely on his mind, but he thought he’d order them some coffee and breakfast delivered to the suite first. He tried to reach for the phone on the bedside table, but he found that Ivorie had latched onto him like a baby squid. He laid back down and decided breakfast could wait.

She certainly was responsive once her inhibitions had been brushed aside, and he thought she might make a really fine submissive. He smiled delightedly to himself. A few days ago, he never would have thought that Ms. James had it in her. There was a lot below the surface that Ms. James showed to the world, and he looked forward to discovering what exactly it was. He rolled over on top of her and kissed her eyelids until she fluttered them open and looked at him in surprise. For a moment he thought she wasn’t sure where she was, and then it all came back to her with a bright pink blush. “Tell me I dreamed all of that.”

“I’m afraid not, darlin’. I have to say that was an exceptional evening. Care to try for a fabulous morning?” he asked as he continued to rain kisses on her face. She struggled to get up, but he had her pinned, and he wasn’t letting her get away. He was not going to allow her momentary embarrassment to become permanent.

“Oh, boy. I guess you aren’t going to let me forget that happened, are you?”

“Not a chance. I thought it was a damn good way to end the day, and I have some great ideas for a damn good way to start the day. Are you up for a prebreakfast quickie?” He grinned down at her, and he could see she was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

“I guess I am.” She pulled his face down for a quick, hard kiss. “But first I need a trip to the head.”

“I wasn’t going to let you out of bed that easily, but I guess that’s a legitimate request.” He rolled off her so she could get up. “But hurry back. I’m anxious for a rerun.”

* * * *

Ivorie hurriedly jumped out of the bed. She was naked and feeling a little vulnerable. She hoped she’d find a robe in the bathroom. A morning quickie was a fine idea, but she wasn’t uninhibited enough to relish wandering around the suite in the nude.
In the nude with Mr. Blessingame. Oh. My. God. What have I done?
Okay, it was well and truly done now. She’d have to worry some other time about how to handle this when they got back to the office. With any luck she would fall overboard, and it wouldn’t be an issue. Ivorie found her dress and teddy folded neatly in the bathroom. What a relief. She brushed her teeth and attended to business, and then she quickly put the teddy back on and returned to the bedroom.

After a quick trip to the other bathroom, Drew had just ordered an early breakfast. He turned to her, scooped her up, and dropped her back on the bed. “We have a good half hour before they bring breakfast up. I’ve got some ideas about what to do with all that time.”

Drew lay down beside her and quickly donned a condom. He hastily dispensed with the teddy she had just modestly put on. He stripped it over her head and tossed it away. He smiled into her eager eyes, and then he got busy. He kissed her hard on the mouth and then proceeded to work his way down over her smooth, sensuous stomach, stopping to nip and suck her pebbled nipples. Then he continued down to her navel where he licked and sucked until he had her moaning in anticipation. He changed direction just to confuse her and revisited her plump, round breasts, this time neglecting the nipples and circling the areolas instead.

Finally he rolled over between her spread thighs, and with a low growl he lifted her pussy to his eager mouth. His tongue laved her moist center, making lazy circles through her swollen pussy lips and around her clit, licking and sucking. He brought her nearly to the edge and then moved up her body until he could reach her mouth. He kissed her deeply as he plunged his morning-hard cock into her eager center and brought them both quickly to completion. As morning quickies went, it was excellent.

Breakfast would be served on the deck off the Master Suite shortly, but in the meantime, their steward had brought a carafe of strong, hot coffee. While they waited for breakfast, Drew could tell that Ivorie was still a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. He just acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them, and gradually, she readjusted to his company.

“We’ll be at sea today and tomorrow. What would you like to do today?”

“I think I’ll get dressed and check in at the office. See if there are any e-mails that need attention and then maybe go to the pool. How does that sound? Do you want me to print the Riverstone contracts so you can start to review them? ”

“That’s a good idea. Let’s get some of the work out of the way while we’re stuck on the boat. I can do that at the pool as well as anywhere else.”

* * * *

After checking in at the office, Ivorie changed into a dark-blue bikini, threw on a cover up, and headed to the pool on the top deck. She sat on one of the comfortable lounges, set out her Kindle and sunscreen, and was just getting settled when Jenni Turner sat down in the next lounger.

“Chris went to the gym, so I get a little time to sunbathe. I think he’s reserved a theme room for this afternoon as a surprise. I can’t wait!” She promptly untied her bathing suit top, applied sunscreen, and reclined topless.

Ivorie was astounded.
I guess topless or nude sun bathing is the “done thing” onboard yachts
. “That sounds like fun,” Ivorie said with a slight blush. After watching the demonstration in the dungeon the night before, she was more than a little interested but still confused. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, honey. What is it?”

“Well, this BDSM thing…I’m a little curious. To tell you the truth, I had no idea that this was a BDSM cruise. I never knew there was such a thing. Do women actually like to do that?”

“I do. We’ve been married quite a few years, and it keeps things interesting, to say the least. You may not realize it, but all of our BDSM activities are totally consensual. If it’s something new that we haven’t done before, we talk about whatever the activity is and decide if we both want to do it. And then, of course, there’s the safe word and hard limits. If things get too intense, all I have to do is say my safe word, and he stops whatever he’s doing. You have to completely trust your partner. I have a few items on my hard limit list that I know Chris would like to try but that make me uncomfortable, so we don’t do them.”

“I see. I think anyway. Thanks, Jenni. We haven’t done any of that stuff yet, and I’m sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. I mean, he did book this cruise, after all.”

“All I can say is communication is key. Speak up about what you want to try and what you don’t. Don’t let embarrassment get you into a situation you’re not ready for. But don’t be afraid to try a few new things. You might be surprised to find out you love it.”

Drew dropped down into the lounge beside Ivorie. He put the file containing the Riverstone contracts down on the deck and turned to Ivorie and Jenni. “Would you ladies like anything to drink?” When he had ordered drinks from the steward, Ivorie opened her Kindle and Jennie picked up her
Cosmopolitan
magazine which sported a headline reading “Ten Things to Do to Make Your Man Crazy.” She blushed again. She obviously was not going to continue their discussion with Drew lying right next to her.

He opened the file and began to read, making comments in red pen in the margins. After about a half hour, he turned to Ivorie, kissed her, and then nipped her shoulder. “I think it’s time to turn over. Can I put some sunscreen on your back? I’d hate to have you get a sunburn.”

Ivorie smiled at him and turned onto her stomach. He untied the neck and back of her bikini and the strings on the bottom of the suit. He poured a liberal amount of sunscreen into his big, hard hands and began to warm it. He spread the sunscreen over the skin of her back and shoulders and massaged it into her bottom and the backs of her thighs and legs.
Oh God. I’m basically naked right here on deck. Granted, we’re in the middle of the ocean, but still…
Just as that thought lodged in her brain, he smacked her bottom and said, “All done. Let me know when you want to turn over.” He returned to his contract as though it was nothing out of the ordinary.

She was shocked as a bolt of desire coursed through her blood and zinged her pussy before the sting of the smack had faded. One of her favorite office fantasies had been where he had turned her bottom-up over his desk and spanked her because there was a typo in one of the letters she had typed for him. She sure wasn’t going to share that with anyone. It was far too embarrassing.
Ha! Ms. Winthrop would be shocked to know the depth and frequency of my office fantasies
.