Submission on the High Seas
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Submission on the High Seas
Also by Alexandra Noir
About Alexandra Noir
Submission on the High Seas
Zoe Rigley couldn't wait to witness the outrageously wealthy bachelor, Kyle Wittenberg, who was rumored to be a non-stop partying and completely reckless bad boy bachelor. He'd rented the 178-foot, super-luxury charter yacht, Fanta~Seas, where Zoe now worked. Intriguing gossip, stating he'd gone from being an unheard-of and well-bred heir to a wild playboy, had begun raging shortly after his father's estate had been settled. Apparently, the poor man had died of a sudden heart attack. Early news stories had reported father and son as not being very close, which explained the son's lack of mourning.
Zoe had tried to ignore most of the gossip, which seemed so outlandish, but the crew had talked non-stop about him. She'd also resisted the urge to look the man up. Experiences had taught her that researching clients led to mishaps and nervousness which were best avoided.
Her long, streaked hair was pulled into a ponytail to keep the ocean breeze from whipping it into her face. She'd only applied minimal makeup and was dressed in a snug server uniform, designed to appear professional while showing off her athletic form, along with the remaining crew standing beside her in a neat row. Zoe had grown up in California and, although she routinely caught guys stopping to stare and tolerated cat calls, she didn't consider her looks outstanding or exotic. She was just one bubbly girl within the melting pot of personalities and cultures thriving in the industry.
Grinning like mad, she glanced at Captain Clark who nodded once and couldn't help but smile back at her. Zoe had been recommended to him after her stellar service on three much smaller but still very luxurious yachts. Like everyone aboard, he'd heard the stories about this playboy having wild times, so he had a right to feel nervous. Who wouldn't be, especially after terms like 'million-dollar deposit' and 'unpredictable' were thrown around?
All eyes were now looking toward the shore where the bachelor and a woman were approaching. Kyle Wittenberg was supposed to be traveling with three other people, but he'd alerted the crew that only one woman would be boarding the yacht with him. No one had a clue about her identity.
The closer he got, the crew began glancing sideways at each other as their welcoming smiles grew larger, including Zoe's. The man was beyond handsome and carried himself with a confidence that made most men look like douches. Not this one. She didn't know how he did it, but class surrounded him. His narrow face was sun-kissed, square jaw covered with groomed stubble, and full lips begging for a lucky woman to nibble.
Then the woman loudly cleared her throat, collapsing Zoe's assessment of this fine specimen, and executed a full-bodied, attention-grabbing wiggle. All eyes darted to her, an overly made-up blonde with fake tits and a smile to match.
Damn, where'd he find this princess, Zoe thought and had to bite her lip to keep from rolling her eyes. His class level slipped down a notch or two on her respectability meter.
Mr. Wittenberg shook hands, introduced the woman as Thia, and made the usual small talk. When he reached her, Zoe had to lean her head back to look up at him.
"And you," he smoothly said, "are absolutely beautiful."
A giggle slipped out and she scrunched her nose. Okay, so he'd just redeemed himself. "Thank you, Mr. Witten—"
"No, no. I'm allergic to the word mister," he claimed even though four people to her right had addressed him by the title. "I insist you call me Kyle."
"Thank you…Kyle. I'm Zoe Rigley, your stewardess."
"Mmm…beautiful name to match, and I love how you're my stewardess." He lifted her hand and brushed his lips over her palm.
Zoe blushed furiously and almost melted on the spot until the blonde smothered her in an icy glare. "Oh, Kyle's such a flirt. He really doesn't mean anything by it."
Kelly, the chief stewardess, asked if they'd like champagne and rescued Zoe from Miss Antarctica. She repeatedly told anyone who dared to look Kyle's way that she preferred being called Thia, a creative shortening of Zanthia. Zoe didn't need to glance toward him. Kyle was checking her out enough for the whole crew to notice.
A need to make a good impression set heavy with Zoe, so she kept busy and avoided the impending drama. And oh, there was definitely going to be drama. No yacht she'd ever worked on lacked a healthy dose, but usually she wasn't at the center of it.
She felt the blonde's icy daggers of doom, but she was still thrilled to have one hell of a male specimen giving her so much attention. Flustered from the weight of his stare, Zoe escaped down winding steps and hid in the kitchen. Kelly was right behind her.
"Damn, you captured his attention. Whatever you do, stay away from him while Captain Clark is around."
"And when the icicle princess slides into the room, huh?"
"You can say that again." Kelly nodded and laughed. "Seriously, though, I've heard good things about you. The only thing we know about her is that he asked her to join him on the flight to Greece. She's now filling out her preferences. Apparently, the three people who were with him bailed after he announced she'd be joining them. Be careful."
Zoe's eyes widened, and she gave Kelly an opened mouth look of disbelief, then asked, "She just accepted without getting to know him?"
"Yeah, and he asked her after sharing a seven-and-a-half-hour flight. Neither were good decisions."
"You're right." Zoe nodded, thinking she'd never just hook up with someone without at least spending a reasonable amount of time with them.
"Okay, we need to get this up to them." Kelly grabbed the dish of caviar and nodded toward the champagne glasses while grabbing the ice bucket with her other hand. Zoe set the wine glasses on the tray with a variety of overpriced cheeses and delicate crisps. Balancing them, she followed Kelly back up the stairs.
Thia was looking out over the ocean from the railing. Zoe had a wild urge to trip and fall into her for a second before Kyle's wide chest blocked her view. She looked up as he lifted a champagne flute from the tray. With his hand still in motion, he placed his index finger under her chin and his gaze dropped to her lips. Zoe had never had a man be so forward so fast and without even saying a word. Without meaning to, she licked her lips. Kyle's eyebrow arched and a dimple appeared in one cheek. The man somehow pulled the expression off without making it look like he was leering at her.
What would he do if I told him I wasn't wearing panties?
The thought popped into her mind, but she asked, "Would you like some caviar?"
"I'd rather have you," he smoothly said and had the good grace to shut up when Thia appeared at his side.
"Champagne?" Zoe asked and, although Thia's expression was catty, Zoe beamed at her.
For a split second, Zoe wondered if she'd be wearing the woman's bubbly or would she need to duck to avoid the champagne glass? Kyle picked up on the same vibe because he uttered a warning noise under his breath and growled, "Drink."
"May I borrow you for a moment, Zoe?" Kelly asked politely.
Zoe followed her, noticing when she was away from the very distracting power of Kyle that the Captain was frowning her way.
"You need to stay down here f
or a while and let our guests settle before Thia stresses everyone out," Kelly whispered as they hurried down the stairs.
"Thank you for saving my ass. I owe you one." She followed the head stewardess down the stairs and added when they reached the last step, "Good god, Kyle is like a dog with a bone and—"
"Bone?! If you'd have looked down, you'd have seen the outline of his whopping boner!" Kelly held her hands apart in a complete exaggeration of length.
They burst into uncontrollable giggles. Controlling the outburst took a minute and much slapping of the cushioned bench around their table. While dabbing their eyes, Kelly asked, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-five," Zoe said and couldn't resist asking, "How old did his profile list him?"
"Thirty, but I think his libido suffers from arrested development." They looked at each other and began laughing again but separated before they wasted too much time. Zoe headed toward the luxury suite to make sure everything was perfect, and Kelly headed back upstairs to assure everyone was having fun. She found Thia wrapped around Kyle who wore a bored look. He perked up momentarily at seeing her, but, after a look around to find Zoe missing, he shoved Thia off his lap.
"Where's Zoe?" he asked Kelly.
"She…uh…she's doing her job."
One glance at Thia and Kelly almost cringed. She swore the woman was made of enough plastic to be a life-sized doll. If they could only get her face to freeze in a smile instead of a frown and a pout.
Thia stomped her foot and shrieked, "I need your attention, not her!"
The change in Kyle's attitude was so fast, Kelly almost gave herself whiplash from her quick step backward. Oh hell, she'd seen his type before. This man was pure, wicked alpha male, and she'd bet her paycheck that dominating was his style.
"Downstairs. Now!" His voice cracked the air like the whip she was sure he had hidden in his luggage.
Thia dared to stick her bottom lip out even more. Kyle's hand snapped out, and he caught her chin, then led her in front of him and marched her down the stairs.
"So, you want to be my slut?"
Kelly didn't hear a reply, nor did she want to, and she couldn't exactly race past the Captain to warn Zoe that they were headed toward the bedroom.
She needn't worry; Zoe heard Thia's explanation of what she wanted to do to him and what he should do to her in return. Looking around, Zoe was frantic to find a way out of the lavish bedroom or even a hiding place would do at this point. She darted into the bathroom and hid behind the door with only seconds to spare.
"Why don't you want to eat my pussy?"
"Because needy pussies don't attract me." Zoe heard Thia gasp, and then Kyle said, "Bad girls get punished. Time to get your ass burned, or would you rather swallow my cock?"
"I don't give blow jobs," she told him, then shrieked.
Hard smacks sounded and made Zoe catch her breath. She imagined every hard sting, but in Zoe's mind, she was nude and the movement would push her body against his knee. Thia's loud complaints, though, made her frown. Why was this woman with him if she didn't like what he was doing?
Zoe finally had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from moaning. Memories of the accusations from her ex-fiancé flooded her mind. Three years ago, she'd only wanted to try something new because their sex life had grown stagnant. He'd accused her of being perverted when she'd asked him to spank her and then began stalking her, claiming she was messing around. She'd had to end the relationship and had never admitted to having 'perverted' fantasies to anyone since then.
Kyle's roughness with Thia rekindled a desire she thought had died and fresh fantasies starring Kyle filled her mind. Was he a bona-fide dominant? Oh, she bet he was. And the things she'd let him do to her. Almost panting with suppressed need, she bit her fist and clinched her thighs, but the ache worsened.
"Ahhh." She heard Kyle's surprised coo as if he'd discovered a diamond where it shouldn't be.
'What are you—"
"Nothing. Keep your head down," Kyle said. His tone held a soft disbelief mixed with surprise and something primal, contrasting with his impatience from before. Zoe peeked through the hinged portion of the door. Kyle was looking straight at her…and grinning. Shame and embarrassment roared through her. She barely kept her surprised yelp inside, instead emitting a harsh whispered huff.
"You know what I'd like to do to you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow over intensely gleaming eyes which sent a shiver through Zoe.
"What?" Thia purred, thinking he meant her.
"Stripe your smooth cheeks with my bamboo cane, soothe them with my lips, and fuck your ass until you can't walk."
“What!" Thia shrieked, squirming on his lap.
"Too bad I don't have my bamboo cane with me." His eyes widened, amusement clearly evident to Zoe, as he delivered another smack to Thia's ass. After her outraged shriek, he winked at Zoe and said, "But I can still kiss and soothe…and fuck."
Zoe swallowed hard and thought about looking away, but Kyle's piercing gaze had her captured, intrigued, and worse yet—he knew it. Escape wasn't possible unless she ran by them which was impossible without Thia seeing her.
"All crew please join me in the Bridge," Captain Clark's voice said over the intercom.
Zoe cringed, started shaking, and mouthed No!
Kyle raised a hand, palm toward Zoe, and rolled Thia off his lap so that his wide shoulders were blocking her view of the bathroom.
"Thia, close your eyes. I've got a surprise for you."
Zoe counted but didn't get past one-Mississippi before Kyle waved for her to move toward the bedroom door. On the way out, she mouthed thank you at him and then raced for the Bridge.
***
Thia would be surprised all right.
She was a damn shitty actress, trying to convince him on the plane that she was into his lifestyle and had just had a horrible experience. Her woes had included being ripped off by a poser and then having to use her only credit card to buy the plane ticket. He'd almost laughed when she'd asked him if she could hang out and join his party.
The damn little thief had to be stopped, though, before she tripped over some idiot who believed her. He'd told her that he had to clear it with his friends. The three people traveling with him hadn't really wanted to go on the yacht—sea sickness and experiences gone wrong—so they'd easily agreed to reconnect with him after the yacht. At first, they thought he was crazy for letting her join him, but he'd explained his plan to contact the authorities from the yacht. After an understanding was reached, they even put together five grand in cold hard cash for her and apologized for not 'helping' her more. Directly before they'd left the airport for the drive to the yacht, he'd overheard her very telling cell conversation.
"It's done, baby. He's in the bathroom. We're headed toward a yacht. I've got cash, and the fucking idiot promised to give me access to one of his credit cards. All that partying must have rotted his brain."—a slight pause and then—"Of course! I'll ditch him and wire you money when we get off the yacht, baby. Love you."
He'd already seen that she'd been dipping into his wallet and had stolen a credit card. He was about to prove who the fucking idiot really was. After Zoe left the luxury bedroom, Kyle whispered in Thia's ear, "Want to make some money?"
She gasped and smiled. "Yes!"
He unzipped his pants and watched her smile falter. He opened his wallet, wondering how far she'd whore herself.
"Look at me," he commanded. She opened her eyes to him flicking hundred-dollar bills at her. Her eyes bulged, the smile returned, and her mouth formed an 'O'.
"Hold those lips just like you have them and you'll get to choose three of these bills."
"Three?! That's—"
"Prove you're worth more," he said, taking his cock out.
Her eyes bulged again. Not only was he pierced and had beads underneath his shaft's smooth skin, he was also well endowed. Her gaze darted from the money and then back to his cock.
"A thousand," she negotiated.
Right! The gold-digging idiot lowered her head and closed her mouth around his cock. He immediately balled his fist in her hair to hold her in place while lifting her and his ass off the bed only so he could ride her face back down to the bed. She squeaked around his cock, giving him prime opportunity to fuck her mouth. She tried to bite him, which only made his cock grow harder. Kyle loved teeth being used…anywhere. Then he heard the clink of his piercing. Let her chip them, he thought. Or tell her and then fuck her when she opens her mouth wider.
"Although using your teeth is hot, my piercings may chip them."
When she released him, he slid his shaft over her tongue until his head reached her throat. She gagged and started slapping his leg. One thing Kyle wasn't into was anything forced or anyone who was inexperienced in a head job. He pulled out and slapped her cheek with his slobber-coated cock.
"I would say you suck, but that's the issue…you don't! And since you didn't, no moola. Now—"
"Fuck you!"
"Not on your life." Kyle leaned down and forced himself not to command, only suggest, "Why don't you get a shower while I find out when we eat?"
He didn't give her a chance to fight him over the money. Snatching the three hundreds from the bed, he then left the room to go speak to the captain. Although he passed Zoe on the way, he didn't stop or flirt. He was too damn mad at the moment and didn't want to scare her off. When he saw a deckhand, he pointed and said, "You! Come here."
The guy scrambled forward and said, "Yes, sir."
"I need a word with your captain."
Thinking he was angry with something to do with the ship or service, the guy nodded and headed toward the bridge. Moments later, the same guy reappeared and headed straight to Zoe and Kelly.
"Damn, he's pissed. What happened?" the guy asked them.
Both shook their heads, although Zoe was scared Kyle had thought about her being in the bathroom and was now angry. She couldn't lose this job. Kelly, sensing Zoe might have the answers, told the deckhand to get back to work and then said to Zoe, "You're awfully nervous. Why, Zoe? What did he do?"