Harper's Submission [Golden Dolphin 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free

firm, speak for themselves. I am just sure that the whole lawsuit was politically inspired. The assistant federal prosecutor is looking to move up, and my family has had some similar unexplained problems in recent years.”
    “I had wondered about that. Your pharmaceutical company is large but not large enough to warrant a trial of this magnitude. I would hardly say Court Industries has a monopoly on the pharmaceutical industry, or that you engage in unfair business practices. It’s always something…” Her expression was troubled. “If that’s the case, we may not have heard the last of this.”
    “I say we just kick back and enjoy the cruise. Tomorrow is another day.”
    She smiled at him. “Agreed. Kick back it is.” She reclined on the chaise and took a sip of her Bailey’s and coffee. “Ummm. This is the perfect finish to a fabulous dinner.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Harper glanced at Morgan out the corner of her eye. His well-tailored tweed blazer over a black turtleneck sweater and black slacks emphasized his wide shoulders and long legs. He was just stunning when he wasn’t in camouflage mode. She would give a lot to see him in his bum getup. That had to be a sight. It’s a shame we’re both Doms . With his aura of command, she was sure he would never bottom, not that she would really want him to. That would be like asking a tiger to shed his stripes. He was just too masculine and beautiful for her to want to change him. She had been attracted to him since the first time she had seen him at Le Club Eastside. Although she had not been able to see his face that first time, she had been captivated by his gorgeous body and the way he had handled his sub. He dominated with authority. He was by no means a pushover, but he wasn’t overly or unnecessarily harsh either. He expected and demanded obedience. He had a certain something besides a commanding presence…maybe empathy. She didn’t know what it was, but he was compelling as a man and as a Dom.
    Harper knew she had issues. Despite a few not very satisfactory liaisons in college and law school, she had not really ever been in a long-lasting, mature adult relationship. Her sexual responses were stunted, to say the least, and she had a tendency to panic in the clenches. Her childhood, spent with abusive elderly grandparents, who should have never been given a child to raise after her druggie parents had dropped out, had left scars. She had tried counseling several times over the years. The last psychologist she had worked with, who was admittedly a little over the top, had suggested she try the Domme role in order to put herself in control of the relationship. Despite the unorthodox advice, it had worked out fairly well. But while she could take control of a sub and bring him to a satisfactory completion, she was unable to let go enough to accept any pleasure in return. She had been approached by several of the Doms at the club, but once she had assumed the role of Domme, she had been unwilling to relinquish that control.

Chapter Three
     
    The Port of New York and New Jersey, New York, New York, on board the Golden Dolphin, November 10, 2013—Sunday Afternoon, Day One of the Cruise
     
    Harper had read the brochure entitled The Golden Dolphin Pleasure Club Rules which explained the color-coded bracelet system on board the ship. It included a selection of brightly colored rubber bracelets. Doms and Dommes wore half-inch-wide black bracelets. Non-participants wore half-inch-wide red bracelets. Passengers or crew who were subs wanting to participate in the BDSM, or Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission and Sadomasochism, activities aboard wore green, as well as thin multicolored ones that signified various hard limits. The booklet provided good basic information about BDSM. Theme rooms and costumes could be reserved by calling a telephone extension. She found the concept ingenious. Passengers and crew did not have to say a word. They just wore their