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

security team had been able to track and recover her before anything had happened to her. That was enough information for Harper. She put the bracelet on immediately and urged Morgan to do the same.
    Greg introduced the passengers to the ship’s mascot, Saltydawg, the mud-brown, bandy-legged English bulldog, and allowed him to make friends with everyone before inviting them all to visit the bridge and meet the rest of the ship’s officers at their first opportunity. Harper had to admit that these folks really seemed to have a handle on this cruise business. Everything was top-drawer and flawlessly organized without the go-to-camp atmosphere found on many large cruise ships. She was impressed.
     
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    Morgan took Harper’s arm and led her back into the dining room. The wind off the river was frigid, and the idea of a nice hot toddy and dinner sounded really good right now. He knew they would be pulling out of the harbor at nine o’clock. Harper’s long, silky black hair was bundled back into a bun at her nape, exposing her long, slender neck. She wore a red suede jacket over a black cashmere sweater and skinny black jeans that lovingly sculpted her very fine butt. He really liked that butt and had every intention of making its intimate acquaintance.
    While they sipped their hot toddies, Harper told Morgan about her appointment in the dungeon. He was surprised but covered his reaction quickly. “He’s a lovely young man, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by refusing. I did tell him it was only going to be this one time.”
    “I’ll come down and watch if you don’t mind.” This was a good opportunity to try and gain some insight into Harper’s thinking. He didn’t plan to miss it.
    “Not at all. The dungeon is open to everyone.”

Chapter Five
     
    Harper entered the dungeon through the heavily carved double doors on deck three to find Jean-Claude waiting for her in the slave position in the center of the floor. She stopped in front of him, her long legs encased in tight black jeans tucked into high, black English riding boots. Her breasts were pushed up by the black leather bustier she wore. His head was bowed, and he didn’t meet her eyes as was proper protocol. His naked body was completely hairless. She admired his sleekly muscled chest and arms. Harper could see the excitement evidenced by his bobbing erection and the light in his eyes. His blond hair brushed his broad shoulders.
    Harper saw Morgan leaning up against the wall next to the St. Andrew’s Cross. His wide muscular chest was only partially covered by the black leather vest he wore, and his masculine package was molded by tight black leather pants tucked into high boots. He was watching her intently. He was the classic picture of a dark and powerful Master Dom. She wasn’t going to allow him to distract her from her duties to her sub and this scene.
    “Sub, rise and greet your Mistress.” She waited patiently while Jean-Claude rose to his feet and bowed slightly. Harper had to admit that the young man was really quite beautiful. She gave him her full attention. “What is your safe word, sub?”
    “The universal safe word for the ship is ‘kingfish,’ Mistress.”
    “I see that you only wear a red band, signifying no extreme whipping. Do you have any other hard limits?
    “No, Mistress. I put myself in your hands.”
    “Put on wrist and ankle cuffs and get up on the table, faceup.” Harper waited for him to comply. She checked his cuffs for proper fit and fastening, and then she clipped them to the table’s corners. Jean-Claude was now spread-eagle on the table. Harper went to the armoire in the corner and checked the drawers until she found what she wanted—the pure white paraffin wax candle with a low melting point used for wax play. She trimmed the wick and put the candle in a short, spouted blue ceramic bowl. She lit it and set it on a table beside them. While she waited for the special wax to melt, she warmed a