50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set (12 page)

The road ahead might be hard. There might be pitfalls and she might get her heartbroken and she might not find the lover she wanted in some of the women she dated but she had had the most perfect moment and she could always remember it when things got tough.

Caron turned away from the rail and vanished. Janine put her bag in her car, got behind the wheel and cranked it up.

She took a long breath. “Am I ready to live?”  The question hung in the stale air of the car’s interior.

“Yes,” she answered herself. “Yes I am.”

The End

Book Eight

The BDSM Suite

It had all started with a book; 50 Shades of Grey. Jill had read that and her insides had quivered. She wanted a man who would tie her to the bed, who would hit her with a flogger and spank her. Insert a butt plug into her anus. You name it, she wanted it.

After that she had read every single book on BDSM she get her hands on or downloaded to her tablet. She read voraciously and when that was not enough she masturbated compulsively to the scenes in her head. Her fantasies did not dim as time went on; they just got raunchier and stronger.

She went online and found chat rooms. She met a few Doms that way but all they wanted to do was write to her. None of them seemed willing to step out of the shadows of cyberspace and make her fantasies come true.

They all wanted to give her bizarre orders or have her masturbate on web cam. She did not want that, she wanted something real and alive. She wanted to feel ropes on her wrists and ankles; she wanted to feel the sting of a hand across her ass cheeks. She wanted to be denied an orgasm, forced to beg, she wanted everything she had ever read about it and she wanted it now.

When none of the online Doms worked out, she started going to little gatherings of BDSM groups. They were like the PTA of sex. Only there was no sex. There was a lot of talk about negotiations and stuff she wanted to try but very few people actually doing it and Doms who were single and willing to fuck a new submissive were in short supply.

Then she had found the Nyx.

Stepping onto the gangway with Natasha at her side, she felt the same excitement she had felt the very first time she had read about that dark and enticing sex. This was happening! It was really happening! On this ship she was going to get everything she had ever dreamed about and she could not wait to try it all, to taste it all!

Natasha saw her to her suite and left, which was just what Jill wanted. She did not want to have to listen to anyone talk to her. She did not want anything but what she had asked for and now that she was here she was so excited that her panties stuck to her body and her breath was a harsh gasp in her throat

She opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind her. It was all here. All of it. The ropes hung from the headboard, encircled the footboard of the huge four-poster bed. There was an array of implements laid out on a low table. The room was dim, the curtains over the door that led to the balcony closed.

She peeled off her clothes slowly, hanging them neatly beside the others already hung. She doubted she would need clothes in this cabin; the only time she had to dress was when she had to go ashore.

She knelt on the floor, her face between her outstretched arms and her ass high in the air. The cool air stroked the wetness between her legs, made her acutely aware of just how excited that she really was. Her heart beat faster and the pulse at her throat ticked along quickly, measuring out time. She spread her legs a little wider, enjoying the feeling of her nakedness, of her vulnerability.

She had to slow her breathing. Fear and desire both rose in her as she heard a slow and soft click and then the door opened. She did not dare lift her face away form the carpet, to break her pose. This was what she wanted, to be seen already on the ground, willing and able to serve him.

“You’ve done well.” His voice was a low smoky baritone that set her heart to racing even faster. She licked her lips but did not raise her head as she whispered, “Thank you Sir.”

His feet came into view. Black boots, heavy, and thick, gleaming with polish stood near her face. The hem of his black leather pants rested on the laces. Her breath stopped and more fluids spilled from her inner walls, trickled down her thighs.

“You may rise.”

It was harder than she had expected. Her legs had gone numb in the waiting and her thighs shook as she pushed herself to her feet, keeping her head down and her eyes averted. She wanted to peek at his face to see him, but that was not part of the game, not yet anyway.

His fingers, long and strong, came out and grazed her shoulders, ran down her sternum. She trembled all over. “You may look at me.”

The fact that she needed permission to do something so small, so casual, sent her to trembling again as she raised her eyes to his face. Dear God, he was gorgeous! Black hair slightly too long, bright piercing blue eyes, a straight nose, and full lips that begged for a kiss.

He had a stern expression on his face and that made her belly go weak. Her knees were weak too and she felt the little tendrils of sweat starting in the deep valley between her large breasts.

He said, “I think we need to play a game.”

Her heart thundered. A game? What type of delicious game would he play with her now?

He said, “Fetch me the first three items on the table.”

She turned and went without a murmur or question. Her hands shook as she picked the items up and went back to him. He took them form her and said, “Now we begin your training.”

***

Training! That was what she had wanted to hear for so long. Her skin felt too tight, her nerves all too close to the surface, every brush of his hands against her skin sent her closer to the edge of an orgasm.

The collar and leash were exquisite. They were crafted of gold and the chain was very thin, very fine. It dangled between her breasts and she tugged at it, lifting it away from her body and forcing her to take a few steps forward. Her heart nearly exploded.

Next he placed the clever little butterfly over her clitoris. It was a small thing, attached to fine bands of nearly clear elastic. He took the remote in one hand and turned it on. Shocks ran through her clit and a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. He chuckled and said, “That works, doesn’t it?”

The last thing was a tiny, very slim dildo. He said, “Spread your legs,” and she did. He placed it within her, his fingers brushing over her soaked lips until she thought she would go mad from the sheer decadent thrill of it all.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and said, “And now…dinner.”

Dinner? She blinked at him, not understanding. He went to her closet and took out a plain and simple frock. He ordered her to put it on and she did. The dildo was so small that she could move comfortably with it inside her and, as she finished smoothing out the skirt, he hit the button on the remote again, causing strong pulses to hit her erect clit. She almost toppled over. The orgasm came close, closer, but then the pulses stopped.

Gasping for air and shaking all over she stared at him. She wanted to beg for more but she knew that it was far too early for that. He had said dinner, and dinner it would be.

He gripped the end of the leash in one hand and started for the door. Jill balked he wanted to take her out of the cabin, and on a leash! The horror of being caught engaging in her nastiest little desires stopped her feet. The chain pulled taut. He gave her a long and level look.

Jill licked her lips. This was what she had wanted, and she still wanted it. She put one foot in front of the other, moving slowly and staying behind and slightly beside him.

The hallway was empty but she heard a few little words drifting out of one partially open door. Her heart pounded. People would see her caught and captive!

Yes, and that only added to the level of excitement in her body.

They went into the dining room where a smiling man showed them to a table. If anyone thought her being on a leash was strange they did not show it in their faces. To her relief most seemed to be too busy doing what they were doing to care about her or her Sir.

The waiter asked, “Can I get you a cool drink?”

She looked at Sir. He said, “She will have wine, a small glass, white. I will have tea.”

She did not even look at the menu. Sir would order, Sir was in charge of everything. That knowledge sharpened her senses, made her shiver. He hit the remote, almost causing her to jump out of her seat. Her ass cheeks shook as she fought to restrain the urge to writhe against that pulsing pressure on her clit. Inside her body the dildo moved slightly, bringing fresh sensation. Her lips clamped shut to keep the cry locked inside her throat and he said, “Good girl; that is how you behave properly.”

Oh God. She was going to come. Her hands gripped the folds of her dress and her body went rigid, locked into place as she muscles strained and grew taut.

The butterfly ceased it movements and she sagged into the seat, her breath a pant that she controlled by keeping it quiet.

Their food came. On her plate was a lovely rare steak and steamed vegetables. The delectable desserts that she saw passing by caught her eye. If he had wanted her to have the sweets then he would have ordered them for her.

Sir unfolded his napkin, spread it across his knee and took up his knife and fork. He gave her a nod and she did the same. He hit the remote and her clit thickened and grew longer with every pulse. Her fingers clutched her utensils and her teeth clenched together. Sweat ran down her face.

She took a bite of the tender and juicy steak then the vegetables. Neither of them spoke. She did not want ordinary conversation. She wanted to be wrapped into a cocoon of mastery and he was most certainly making sure that happened.

Dinner over, he took her for a walk around the deck, paraded her around the deck would be more apt. At first she dropped her eyes every time they passed people but then she stopped, grew bolder and she let a smile play out on her face as she walked.

He led her back to the cabin and as soon as they got in the door he said, “Give me back the dildo.”

She had to take it out and hand it to him. It was sticky and covered in her fluids. She could smell the musky scent of her own arousal and she looked away as he set it carefully aside.

“Take off your dress.”

She did. It fell to the floor and she picked it up and hung it neatly in the closet her trembling fingers smoothing the folds carefully. The remote hit her again and she grabbed the doors to the closet, holding on as she was swept away by the sensations.

He pulled her toward the bed and she went over it, her ass up in the air. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks and she whimpered, her body twisting slightly as his hand came down. A fierce cracking sound filled the air and she cried out as her bottom warmed and stung. He spanked her again, his fingers hitting the spots already sore and she jerked and groaned; her legs parting as more juices dripped form her.

Her bare nipples swung back and forth across the comforter. The fabric chafed those tender buds slightly, just enough to make her gasp and shiver. He continued the spanking until she was crying out, desperate to come.

The denied orgasm was growing more intense with every almost climax. She shuddered as his hands left her bottom once more and then moved between her legs, his fingers testing the wetness there.

His fingers went deep inside of the butterfly came on again. She screamed, unable to hold back that cry any longer. His fingers thrust harder and faster and she whimpered, twisting upward so that he could get a better angle of penetration.

Just as she was about to come the butterfly stopped and his fingers withdrew.

Frustration set in and she bit her lips to keep the plea from escaping her mouth. It was too early too soon and she was not ready for it to end just yet.

He went to the table. She heard the clink and rattle of things moving and she wanted to look to see what it was he was bringing out but she did not.

Soft leather draped across her shoulders. Jill closed her eyes, letting the feel of it, the weight settle against her skin. He pulled the flogger back and then he began to strike her with it, the feathery brush of the falls bringing a stingy, thudding pain to her back, to her already tingling ass.

It brought fresh desire too and she howled as she heard his zipper lower. His cock pressed against her swollen entryway. Her heart stuttered to a stop then started back again with a faster beat, making her slightly dizzy as he entered her fully and quickly.

He was inside of her! The falls came down again and she shuddered, her hips trying to rise upward. She had to fight to be still, she was not allowed to move and they both knew it. If she moved, he would stop and she could not handle that. She needed him; she needed to be fucked by him while he punished her in such a delightful way.

He withdrew slowly, making her aware of every throbbing inch of his cock. The falls came down again. Pleasure and pain mingled and she wept with both misery and ecstasy. Everything was overwritten by that haze of lust that had descended upon her from the moment that she had stepped onto the Nyx.