Gray stood up from the deep leather chair with her still in his arms. She was amazed at his strength. She was not exactly a featherweight. He walked over to the opulently dressed bed in the corner and placed her gently in the center. She watched eagerly as he removed his trousers and donned a condom before he came down beside her. Pandora felt her pulse quicken as she looked up into his expressive, soft, chocolate-brown eyes. The heat of his gaze was setting her on fire. She felt a low, slow burn in her belly, and she knew she had to have him—or maybe he had to have her. He was mesmerizing in the power of not only his physical form but his Dom personality.
“Spread your legs, sub.” This time his deep Dom voice brought immediate compliance, and her pussy clenched as he slid his fingers from her clit to her opening and plunged them in. He worked her body until the climax that had been building again shuddered through her. She looked up in fear. She had just come again without his permission. “It’s okay, Pandora. You’re fine.” She relaxed and let the waves of pleasure roll through her body. He withdrew his fingers and plunged his hard cock into her hot pussy up to his balls. She gasped. He was long and thick, but she quickly stretched to accommodate his size as he started to move with short, slow strokes. He interlaced his fingers with hers over her head and kissed the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. Pandora looked into his soft gaze and liked what she saw there. She knew there were depths to this man and that she had barely scratched the surface. When she relaxed into his movement, he began the hard, fast strokes that took her over the edge as waves of excruciating pleasure rolled through her again. She had never come like that in her life. She was beginning to understand the appeal of the BDSM lifestyle. When the roaring in her ears had receded, she collapsed back against the bed, and Gray came with a powerful blast that bowed his body. The man is burning me up from the inside out.
* * * *
Gray pulled Pandora up against his side and rolled to spoon behind her with his arm around her waist. He whispered in her ear. “Baby, that was exceptional.” She nestled into him, but he thought she was already asleep. He would let her rest for a while before he carried her back to his suite. He wanted her sweet body cuddled up against him tonight. He didn’t want her to be alone after their scene. He was beginning to realize that this was more than a scene to him. His interaction with Pandora had the potential to be an important relationship for him, and he hoped for her as well.
Pandora had slept well and fully relaxed in Gray’s strong arms. She had reveled in the feeling of his embrace for a few moments after she awoke. It was a deeply satisfying, safe, and secure feeling she had not enjoyed since before Petra’s death. That she had not had the troubling recurring dream about Petra for the first night in months was a relief. She had slipped out of Gray’s bed before the sun illuminated the bedroom and returned to her cabin after kissing him softly on the forehead. He really was a special man, but she had to keep her main objective in sight. She knew she was developing feelings for him. She was not on this cruise for good sex or to hook up with a hot guy, or to fall in love for that matter. She was here to find out what had happened to Petra that caused her to take her own life. She was more than a little worried about the feelings for Gray that seemed to be creeping up on her. It was more than the fact that he was extremely handsome and sexy though she wasn’t ready to identify those feelings even to herself. She was afraid of what they might be.
* * * *
After lunch and the skeet shooting activities, Gray had returned to his suite to change for the Dom/sub class in the dungeon that afternoon. He had seen Pandora briefly at the pool, but she was with the other girls. He had kissed the top of her head before he dropped down into the chaise next to her. Then he leaned over and whispered in her ear in his slightly menacing Dom voice, “We will talk about your disappearing act this morning when we get to the dungeon.” He felt the ripple of nerves run down her arm where their bodies touched. Good. You need to know just who is in charge here. He would set her straight about her morning disappearance in no uncertain terms.
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