Ivorie's Surprise [Golden Dolphin] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

of a hat.
    She lit the jasmine candles and lowered the overhead lights to mere twinkling pinpoints. Once she was neck-deep in the luxurious tub with a generous dollop of the ship’s signature jasmine-scented bubble bath, she leaned against the curved back of the tub and turned the jets on low. She could smell the lavish flower arrangement on the vanity table. Her mind began to drift as she relived the evening, from the heart-stopping moment when he first noticed her across the lounge to the sweet kiss on her cheek at the door to her cabin. His disclosure about the nature of this cruise and of his BDSM leanings had been a shock. He certainly was a paradox of conflicting moods and attitudes. As the swirling water did its work, she began to relax. Her eyes began to get heavy.
    When she was almost asleep, Ivorie realized her hand had drifted of its own accord through the water to the delicate skin of her smooth pussy. She had had a Brazilian wax before the cruise in anticipation of wearing the several scanty bikinis she had purchased for the trip. She was not surprised to feel the slick evidence of arousal between her thighs. Her thong had been damp when she had undressed. Memories of Drew and what they had discussed at dinner flitted through her mind as her fingers glanced over her little pleasure button and slid down to her yearning center. Her deepest secret, one she did not even freely admit to herself, was that although she had never liked him, she had always found him to be extremely sexy. He had starred in more than a few nocturnal fantasies over the last year.
    Maybe she had responded to his dominant nature without even realizing it. This startling information certainly added a new dimension to the puzzle. As she thought about Drew, her busy fingers continued to play in the slick folds of her pussy. She wished she had brought her vibrator into the bath with her. Getting out of the tub to retrieve it would shatter the sensuous mood. She sank back into her fantasy, embroidered now with a BDSM theme. She pictured herself tied to a bed and Drew leaning over her as his fingers played with her aching pussy. She continued her wet caress until her toes curled, her pulse quickened, and she slid over the edge into sated bliss.
    As the water cooled, she got out of the tub, wrapped herself up in the thick white terrycloth robe, and padded to her bed.
    Ivorie slipped between the sensuous silk sheets and settled back against the fluffy goose-down pillows. She opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out the packet of information about the ship. Also included in the envelope was a selection of brightly colored rubber bracelets. The red and green bracelets were about a half inch wide, and the other multicolored ones were much slimmer. She opened the booklet entitled “The Golden Dolphin Pleasure Club Rules” and began to read. It provided basic information about BDSM and an explanation of the color-coded bracelets. It listed a telephone extension for reserving theme rooms and costumes as well as other pertinent information. It was interesting, and she found the concept ingenious. A person never had to say a word—just wear their bracelets. She slipped the red one on her right wrist. She didn’t know if she would ever be interested in trying BDSM, but the safer choice at the moment was to wear the red bracelet.
    Ivorie turned out the light and slipped back into the fantasy she had enjoyed in the bathtub. She relaxed and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    New York City, October 5, 2013—Saturday Night
     
    Eugenia Cartwright was not in a happy mood. She tossed her long, straight black hair over her shoulder as she stalked back and forth across the floor of the bedroom in her opulent Fifth Avenue duplex. Her startling blue eyes snapped with temper. The apartment was costing her far more than she could really afford, but a girl had to make an investment in her future. She had thought