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

bracelets. She slipped the black one on her right wrist.
    She and Morgan had enjoyed a wonderful brunch in the top deck lounge while more passengers boarded the ship. They had met and struck up conversations with several couples and a few singles who would be taking the cruise. Harper discreetly checked out all wrists for colored bracelets. It was fun to privately try to guess what someone had under their jacket sleeve.
    After brunch they had each returned to their own suite. Morgan was occupying the very luxurious Master Suite on the top deck of the five-deck yacht. Harper had a beautiful but somewhat smaller suite on the fourth deck. She thought Morgan would have preferred her to share the Master Suite, but she hadn’t been comfortable with that. She needed her own space. She had been delighted by her suite’s beautiful and soothing color scheme of pale green and ivory and the antique furnishings. The bathroom was a dream come true, with a restored claw-foot tub surrounded by translucent, creamy off-white shower curtains, which allowed her to use the tub as a shower. The pale-green marble counters and antique white cabinetry had a decidedly country-French flavor. She wished she could pack it up and take it home with her.
    After napping for an hour, Harper called down to the galley for a pot of green tea and a plate of cookies. The steward who delivered her order was a beautiful young man of about twenty-five who spoke with a slight French accent. The name on his uniform shirt was Jean-Claude. His curly blond hair was a little long, and he had soft-blue eyes. Harper noted that he wore a green bracelet with only one thin red band signifying no extreme whipping. When he pushed the cart containing her tea and cookies into the suite, he immediately dropped into the slave position on the floor in front of the door. “Mistress, may I serve you?”
    Harper was taken aback. She knew that a lot of the stewards and ABs, or able-bodied seamen, aboard participated in the BDSM activities, either as Doms or subs, but she had not expected one to drop at her feet.
    “Yes, Jean-Claude, please put my tea on the table by the window. Thank you.”
    “Permission to speak, Mistress?”
    “Certainly, Jean-Claude.”
    “I meant may I serve as your sub, Mistress. I do not currently have a Mistress and would be honored to serve you while you are aboard.”
    Harper thought for a moment. She didn’t want to hurt the young man’s feelings by refusing, but she did not want to commit to a relationship lasting the entire cruise. “Are you off duty tonight? If so, I’ll meet you in the dungeon at nine thirty for a one-time scene. I do not want to commit to anything for the duration of the trip.”
    “Thank you, Mistress. I will be there.” He stood, took the room service cart, and left the suite.
    Harper shook her head. This whole thing was really rather amazing. She couldn’t imagine what wonders the rest of the trip would hold.

Chapter Four
     
    Harper and Morgan met on the upper deck for the lifeboat and life jacket safety drill at six thirty. Gregory Dempsey, the safety officer and head of security, and his assistant, Natasha Romanova, demonstrated the use of the lifeboats and life jackets. The brochure had stated that Greg and Natasha were also in charge of the BDSM club aboard the ship.
    Greg explained that the crew and all passengers were to wear the dark-blue waterproof rubber bracelets they would find in their suites at all times. He explained that the bracelets contained the personal identification of each passenger and would allow them to embark and debark from the ship. In the event of an emergency, either aboard ship or on shore, their locations could be tracked via the GPS chips embedded in the bracelets. In the event of an accidental fall overboard, they could be located in the water. He related that on the first cruise of the Golden Dolphin , a passenger had been abducted from a street market on the Amazon. The ship’s