Submission on the High Seas Page 2

  "Nothing!" she squeaked, shaking her head. Before they had a chance to say more, the captain appeared and motioned for the crew to gather. Kyle's gaze pinned Zoe to the spot and frowned at her imploring look.

  She thinks I'm mad at her? he thought and shook his head.

  "Mr. Wittenberg has discovered a theft by the lady he brought aboard. He also believes she may be wanted in U.S. The Hellenic Coast Guard has been notified. She is now taking a shower. Kelly, can you linger around the bedroom and try to distract her until they arrive?"

  "Yes, sir." Kelly glanced toward Zoe whose eyes were on the floor while Kyle's gaze was on her.

  "Zoe, Mr. Wittenberg has requested to speak with you in private." She nodded and her face turned red. "Now, everyone please get back to your tasks."

  Kyle motioned for Zoe to follow him out to the deck, not speaking until they were out of everyone's earshot.

  "I told the captain that I wanted to apologize to you for saying something highly inappropriate. It was the quickest—let me just get to the point. I think you're unbelievably attractive. If you knew me, you'd understand that I don't normally get freaked over beautiful women. I guess lately that's because so many are throwing themselves at me. You didn't. In fact, you keep hiding from me."

  "You've only been aboard for less than two hours, Kyle, so—"

  "I know, and I'm aware that I sound like I'm coming onto you. I am, but—just trust me on this. I never chase women, but I plan on chasing you, Zoe. I saw how you looked at me. Don't try to deny your attraction. Are you submissive?"

  "I don't know," she said and blushed. "Probably." She quickly added, "Look, I'll admit to being attracted to you, but I'm not prepared for high maintenance and—"

  "You can't get rid of me that fast or easy. Prepare to be chased, beautiful, and I get what I want."

  They were too engrossed in each other to notice that Thia had rushed up the stairs with Kelly following until the Chief Steward saw them and shrieked, "Thia, no!"

  The blonde, outraged over seeing them together, rushed toward Zoe. "You Goddamn bitch! Leave him the fuck alone!"

  Kyle stepped in front of Zoe a second before Thia would have slammed into her. Kyle stumbled backward, momentarily pinning Zoe to the railing. Her hands involuntarily grabbed the back of his t-shirt as she screamed, fearing she'd topple over the side of the ship.

  Kyle lunged forward, dragging her away from the railing. Thia was kicking, clawing, and screaming. "Fucking bitch! He's mine. Go find your own rich fucker. How dare you even think of stepping in on my man."

  Kelly tried to pull Thia away but got backhanded. In the struggle, no one noticed the approaching Coast Guard. Thia was too busy trying to tear Kyle's massive form out of the way and inflict as much pain to Kyle as possible. At the sound of authoritative foreign accents, Thia jerked away from Kyle. She eyed the men who were stalking toward her with obvious purpose and tried to play it off.

  "The captain called you because I was angry at my boyfriend? Well, as you can see—hey!" she shrieked when one man grabbed her arms and secured a handcuff on one wrist. "What the hell—"

  "Cynthia Morton, you are under arrest for grand theft, identity theft, and the FBI has been notified." He pointed to Kyle and told her, "Don't bother trying to fool us. The FBI is now apprehending your husband in the U.S."

  "No!" she screamed and tried to fight. "I am Zanthia Palteris. You have the wrong—"

  "Mrs. Palteris has notified us of her identity being stolen!" a uniformed man said.

  Kyle had his arms protectively around Zoe. Both watched, mesmerized by her vehemence, as three of the Coast Guard worked to get her under control. In their struggle, they shuffled sideways and then around. She caught sight of Zoe and went ballistic, somehow tearing free and throwing herself toward them. Kyle scooped Zoe off her feet and spun her out of the way. Thia collided with his back and rolled, hit the railing, and flipped over the edge of the ship. Both her hands were cuffed at her back. Everyone screamed, a life preserver sailed over the edge and drifted downward, and two of the Coast Guard followed it.

  The ship was so high that only distant splashes were heard. Everyone but Zoe and Kyle ran the length of the railing, searching for any evidence of the three, but they couldn't make out much.

  Zoe, very aware of being gripped in Kyle's arms, felt complete contentment. His lips were suddenly at her ear, his breath rolling down her neck, and every inch of his touch shredded her senses.

  "I see your shame and fear. Someone fucked with your beautiful mind in the wrong damn way. You and I, beautiful, together we'll fuck your mind into an unforgettably sensual place. I promise." His teeth caught her earlobe for the longest and sexiest second of her life. "The only shame you should feel is if you disappoint me."

  She barely turned her head, and he was on her lips, sealing the promise and branding her mind with a power and control that made her dizzy. His lips suddenly left hers, and he growled, "I'm going to fuck you until you see the pearly gates, beautiful."

  She meant to say oh shit but it came out, "Oh, sure," with a tinge of disbelief.

  "I'll take that as an agreement," he rumbled before setting her on her feet.

  The captain said from behind her, "Zoe, are you okay?"

  "Yes, Captain Clark, just shaken up." And she didn't mean by Thia. "Did they get her?"

  "She is in custody." He looked from her to Kyle and added, "Good deal, Mr. Wittenberg. From what I gathered, she has been on a thieving spree across multiple countries. I imagine you'll get some type of compensation for this."

  "If so, it will go to charity, Captain Clark. Maybe to benefit parents who've had their identity stolen. I know just the foundation."

  "Really?" The captain checked his surprised tone and asked, "May I know the name? I'd like to give a little myself."

  "Katie's Grief," he said. "Have you heard of it?"

  "It sounds a little familiar. What's their mission?" the captain asked.

  "Ensuring that all victims of identity theft are take care of, regardless if they're deceased or still living." Kyle explained and then asked, "Captain Clark, is your ship's kitchen big enough for two chefs?"

  Frowning, Captain Clark answered, "I believe it is. Why do you ask?"

  "I have a suggestion. Zoe and I will help the chef prepare dinner, and I'll give five grand in the name of each crew member, including yourself, but I want everyone to dine together for my entire stay. Acceptable?"

  Zoe and the captain's jaws dropped. After a bit of stuttering and consideration, the captain admitted, "I wasn't expecting this, Mr.—"

  "Kyle, please. I laid to rest the Mister title with my father. And please don't offer condolences. The man wasn't worthy of them. Now, about dinner. I believe I was told lobster bisque is on the menu?"

  "Why yes, it is. Um…the chef—" Captain Clark was momentarily speechless before finally blurting out, "Well, of course we'll dine with you and your donations are much appreciated. As for cooking, the kitchen is full of dangers like—"

  Kyle's oh-please look stopped the captain, but what he said next made the man's eyebrows climb upward. "I survive my bedroom which is prone to high temperatures and full of danger, too, Captain, and all while nude. I promise to keep my apron on in your kitchen."

  "Oh, well, um… if you insist, Mr…Kyle. I'll alert the chef." The captain shot a baffled look at Zoe before heading back into the ship.

  "Are you seriously going to…cook?" Zoe asked, her head spinning at his offer.

  "I'm a damn good chef. I've even cooked with Ramsey." His gaze begged her to challenge him.

  "As in Gordon—"

  "That'd be him. When I have an irresistible urge, I aim to please," he pointedly said.

  "I can't wait to sample your urge." Zoe winced. "I mean your food."

  Kyle grinned and shook his head. "No, you didn't. I'll accept the first try, and the feeling is very mutual."

  ***

  An hour later, the crew was buzzing about the arrest, wondering
if Kyle had been hit on the head, and convinced there was something catchy going around…like insanity. Zoe expected Kyle's alter-ego, the reckless bad boy, to emerge once they'd entered the kitchen. He shocked her again by tossing an apron at her and rattling off a list of ingredients, then snapping his fingers and barking, "Go! We have hungry people waiting."

  She returned to a seductive woman's voice combined with a screaming guitar blaring, and the chef doing air guitar. She would have burst out laughing, but Kyle's arm slid around her waist and fitted her back to his front. Zoe almost dropped the fresh lobster at the feel of his hard cock against her ass.

  "That's for you, beautiful," his husky voice rumbled in her ear. He then smoothly balanced the lobster in one hand and bit her neck. "My mark looks damn good on you."

  She shivered so hard, she was positive she'd broken some eggs.

  "Cream. I need your cream. Now!"

  She gaped at him until he grinned and pointed at the fridge. The chef fell to his knees, laughter stealing his strength and his breath. Zoe shot him a deadly look and hurried to get the cream from the fridge. In short time, the kitchen smelled heavenly. Throughout the rest of their preparations, everyone made excuses to cut through and were surprised to hear his playlist spanned every type of music, even some older country.

  Dinner was outstanding. Wine flowed freely, and he didn't reserve his flirtatious side solely for Zoe. The women blushed and giggled while the men laughed and tried to mimic his style. It became easy to understand how he'd been branded a bad boy or playboy as he was the life of the party. He wasn't wrecking the yacht, though Zoe wondered how many hearts he'd wrecked along his route through multiple countries. Her heart might not be in trouble, but every time he looked her way, her senses soared to DEFCON three, if not two.

  By the end of the meal, the only thing keeping Zoe from squirming in her seat was the countless glasses of wine she'd drank. She was sure he'd sweep her off her feet and carry her to the luxury suite. But he didn't.

  The next day, the crew agreed that Kyle must have left his infamous wild streak on dry land. Kelly even found him reading a book loaned to him by the captain. Baffled, she asked Zoe who shrugged and suggested he might be exhausted from all the media blitz and partying. The rest of the day was pretty boring compared to everyone's expectations. Once again, Zoe was sure he would ask her to come to him when he whispered in her ear, "I can tell that you're fantasizing about us. Am I using a whip or maybe a bamboo cane? Am I running the tip of my tongue over your ass, ending at your slit before I tongue-fuck you?" Zoe's legs failed her, and she would have slid to the spotless teak floor if his hands weren't settled on her waist. "That was my dream last night. Your long legs spread as wide as they'd go, and my face buried between them while you screamed my name." He leaned down and his mouth closed over hers for a long kiss. Seeing her expectant expression, though, he shook his head. "Soon, you'll cum for me very soon, but not tonight."

  He backed up, guiding her with him, and lowered her to a seat. "Until then, your dreams will be filled with fantasies. You'll awaken with an intense need to please yourself, but you won't from now on."

  "I won't?" He shook his head. "How do you know that?"

  "Because I'm the ruler of your lust, so I will be the only one to deliver your pleasure from this point on."

  "Yeah, you're damn good at ruling it," she whispered. She'd already been having dreams and waking up so damn hot, she'd had to run to the bathroom. Could she stop? Oh god! He was going make her wait for him.

  Reading anxiety, confusion, and doubt in her expression, he whispered, "The next time you wake up and need to, call me." He tipped her chin up, looked around for the sake of privacy, and then locked his eyes on her.

  "From this moment on, I'm your Dom," he whispered as he brushed his lips over hers, "and I’ll talk you into one hell of an explosion." Her eyes widened. If any other man had made that claim, she would have laughed. She wasn't laughing now. "My voice will wipe away whoever twisted your mind. I'll lay my mark forever on your soul, and no man will ever be able to remove it."

  She couldn't have looked away from him even if a tsunami engulfed the ship. She had no idea that his invitation was her first test.

  The third day, she ran to the bathroom and called him a few seconds after entering. Gripping the sink, she moaned his name.

  "Stand in front of the mirror and put your foot on the sink so your legs are spread and your pussy is open for your touch." As she obeyed him, he continued in husky voice. "Slide one finger inside you and then taste yourself." She gasped as her finger entered and then sucked it clean. "I can almost taste you. I want to bite your nipples and spank your pussy before I fuck it hard. Imagine your fingers are my cock and fuck yourself as hard as you can. Count aloud to five-Mississippi. Only then, your thumb will nudge your clit. But you won't cum…yet." Her head fell back as she counted, each number growing fainter as she panted and almost screamed from trying to hold back. "Now slide those slick fingers up over your gorgeous clit and squeeze as hard as you can." When she gasped and whimpered, he simply said, "Cum." Zoe climaxed hard and almost dropped the phone. Then she realized he'd ended the call.

  Kyle teased her all day, and nearing dinner, she asked, "Tonight?"

  He had her complete attention and planned to keep it. "Text me six minutes before we begin dinner preparation with whatever fantasy you can't get out of your mind."

  Without another word, he walked away. When she texted him, he knew she wouldn't be able to choose a fantasy. She'd want all of them fulfilled.

  Zoe turned her hot face toward the ocean breeze and took a deep breath. How did he climb into her mind and tie it in knots that way? Fantasies were already lapping over each other like her desperate naked skin hungered for his touch.

  Her mind wouldn't stop replaying his words while she worked. Each remembered syllable and nuance of his tone brought a fantasy. She'd searched proper terms and found several—Dom/sub, D/s, Master/slave, Sir/slut—and then there were nicknames, safe words, an overwhelming number of toys, and oh-so-many tawdry images that she had to stop looking.

  Her mind roared with being striped by his cane, tongue fucked, or he was fucking her mouth. In every bed she saw, she imagined his palm slapping her ass before his tongue soothed it. Her hands tied to the headboard. His cock buried wherever he chose to fuck her. Her whimpers and begs teased her mind until she grabbed her phone over and over, each time stopping herself. He was her Dom now. No, this man had become her world. Six minutes 'til six o'clock had never taken so long to roll around in her life.

  She was ready at 5:59 but didn't dare push send yet. Her text read, "Which should I call you….D? Master? Sir? Dom? I have too many fantasies to choose. Do everything."

  He called her on the count of six-Mississippi. "That's my girl." The pride in his voice made her giddy. "Think of me as your Dom and say my name."

  "Kyle," she breathed, surprised at the worship in her tone.

  "Mmm…perfect. Where are you?"

  "Preparing to meet you in the kitchen," she said.

  "No. Go help Kelly prepare the table. I will aid the chef, and for tonight, I must not dine with you and the crew. Our chemistry will make it an awkward experience."

  Despair settled in her stomach and underlined her tone. "Okay."

  "They have prepared a trip to shore and the captain has okayed a night out. Everyone but Captain Clark will travel to land, but you will stay with me. I have rented two suites, one for the crew and the other for us. After dinner, beautiful, your life will change. Are you ready?"

  "Oh God, yes!" she said, her whole body shaking with need.

  "I'll see you shortly, beautiful," he said and ended the call.

  Zoe hurried toward the dining area where Kelly was rushing to get everything placed. In the kitchen, Kyle threw himself into cooking and answered every question the chef asked with a vague answer. His mind was on discussing the near future with Zoe. When he'd told her he'd meant to mark her soul, he'd known she
didn't quite understand the depth of his meaning. He intended to take her with him when he left the yacht tomorrow. If she really meant what she claimed, she'd go with him.

  ***

  Their check in went smoothly. The room was very impressive. Awed, stunned, and gorgeous were a few fitting words, too. The balcony opened up to a splendid view of the ocean. She couldn't hear the waves crashing through the glass doors, but she could see them clearly. A full kitchen was at the end of the doors, separated by a marble-topped bar.

  Zoe poured her a drink and gulped half of it down, then slid her hand underneath the pillow and felt the blindfold. She took her uniform off and put the blindfold on. As he'd told her, she climbed into the bed and began counting the seconds. She'd reached almost 200 when she heard a noise and then the ocean's waves.

  Her heart slammed in her chest. That was the balcony doors! What if it wasn't Kyle?

  "Kyle," she nervously asked, "is that you?"

  "Shhh," was his only sound. She couldn't tell if it was Kyle until he said, "Hey, beautiful."

  His hand slid up her body, which was only covered by the bedspread, and fired the ache into full-blown sensual torment.

  "You respond well to my tenderness," he said above her head. He knew her fantasies about erotic pain turned her on, but how her mind and body handled pain was what he needed to know.

  He removed his clothing, causing her to ask, "Can I touch you?"

  "No." He pulled the cover from her body and added, "Just relax. I won't be using anything tonight but myself to…please you."

  She shivered from the loss of warmth as she said, "I missed you so much."

  "I missed you, too. We won't be apart anymore, beautiful. You'll be leaving with me tomorrow morning." Lowering his face to her neck and whispering in her ear, "Spread those legs."