Gavin seemed to be having something heavier—a scotch or something equally as strong. He took a long sip, never taking his eyes off me.
“How has the cruise been eye-opening for you, Josie?” he asked. “Have you learned something about yourself?”
“Maybe,” I said, shrugging.
“Not enough,” Lila added, a mischievous grin on her face. “She needs to experience more, but she's scared.”
Gavin cocked an eyebrow, and leaned forward, his expression intensely curious. “Is that true, Josie? Do you want to experience more?”
I bit my lip, and although my mind screamed out for me to stop, to pull back, my body betrayed me, and I felt myself nodding slowly. When no one said anything, I lifted my head and met his gaze. Our eyes were locked on each other and I felt a bolt of something—courage? Assertiveness? Something I couldn't identify—shoot through me.
As he looked at me, I nodded again. “Yes, I would, actually.” I was surprised to hear myself say.
Without missing a beat, Gavin asked, “Would you like to go upstairs to a private room with me then?”
My breath caught in my throat, and I looked over at Lila who silently mouthed the words, “Yes, do it!”
My body ached with a need I'd felt but had denied myself for so long. I so badly wanted to experience whatever this man had to offer me. I wanted to say yes so badly, but my head was spinning. What if I chickened out? What if I wasn't any good? What if—
“There will be a safe word, and we can stop at any time,” he said. His voice was low and gritty, and it sent a chill down my spine. “But I can say, without a doubt, you're not going to want to stop.”
As if my body were acting of its own accord, I nodded my head, surprising even myself. Gavin took my tiny hand in his large one, helping me out of the booth. He looked down at Lila and smiled.
“I'll take good care of her,” he said.
“I have no doubt you will,” Lila said, grinning at me as we walked away.
I turned and looked over my shoulder, and she waved at me, her eyes sparkling, a wide smile on her face. My heart was racing, and my mom's voice echoed through my head, telling me good girls didn't do things like this. Good girls didn't go upstairs to private rooms with men they just met. Good girls didn't need safe words.
I looked up at Gavin and in that moment, I lost myself in those dark, sensual eyes and realized that I didn't even care what my mom's voice was saying. If being a good girl meant I'd have to miss out on being with him, then fuck it. I wanted to see what being a bad girl felt like.
Chapter Four
Gavin
Josie was a rare breed of woman, I could tell that from our first meeting. So pure, so submissive, and yet yearning for something she didn't understand. I knew a good submissive when I saw one. After years of being a professional dominant, I could spot one a mile away. It was like they had big neon lights flashing over their heads.
Sure, there were some women who enjoyed light spanking or bondage, and they were fun enough. But, there were other women out there who liked a strong man.
Who yearned for a man who took control and forced them to leave their inhibitions behind, to let them explore parts of themselves they didn't even know existed. Darker parts of themselves. A woman who wanted a man to dig deep into their souls and find their deepest, most intimate desires and needs.
Josie was the latter kind of woman, and I knew I was going to have a lot of fun with this diminutive little peach. With her wide, baby blue eyes, and soft, pale skin, she was the epitome of innocence. Her red hair was wavy and brought out the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
I was going to have fun spanking that pale ass of hers, and watching her eyes roll back into her head as I brought her to orgasm over and over again. There was no doubt about the fact that she was going to enjoy every little thing I did to her.
We stepped into the elevator at the back of the club intended only for the elite—platinum members and above. Another couple joined us, an older man with graying hair and a mustache, who looked about as terrified as Josie did. The woman on his arm was someone I knew well, a fellow dom who frequented the cruise ship. Crimson was her preferred name, and it matched her blood red hair well. She smiled and winked at me, drinking in my submissive with hungry eyes.
I paid no attention to her. I had a thing for redheads, but Crimson was another story. Too dominant for me. I preferred my women to be soft, feminine and willing to do as I said, when I said it.
Josie looked over at the other woman and her eyes grew wider and a slight shudder passed through her body. She seemed fixated on Crimson's leather jumpsuit, admiring the curves of her body, seemingly completely oblivious to her own curvaceous appeal.
I smirked at Crimson as I slipped my hand around Josie's back, lowering it until I grabbed a handful of that luscious ass of hers. Josie squealed and jumped, then looked over at me with wide eyes and an expression of shock on her face.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I demanded.
Josie hesitated, then nodded, not looking away as I slipped my hand up her dress. Her panties were briefs, practically covering her entire ass and pussy, but I could feel the warmth and wetness in the crotch. The heat from her sweet little pussy permeated the cotton material. It felt like there was a blazing fire between her thighs. Her eyes flickered, as she became nervous, glancing at the other couple who were standing there watching us.
With my free hand, I grabbed hold of her face and turned it back to me.