Harper's Submission [Golden Dolphin 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Page B

gone ashore. He realized it was risky, but he wasn’t going to get what he needed hunkered down in the supply room eating energy bars and peeing in a cup.
    Tonight it seemed he may have hit pay dirt. He scooted back into a dark recessed doorway in the third deck passageway and tried to disappear into the woodwork. He watched as quite a few of the passengers entered a suite that was normally kept locked. The doors were very ornate and heavily carved. He didn’t know what the suite was used for, but it wasn’t a passenger cabin.
    The gathering wouldn’t have gotten Harmon’s attention except that shortly after the crowd had entered the suite, a tall, dark-haired, heavily muscled man followed by two women went into the suite together. They were dressed very strangely. What’s this? A costume party? The man was bare chested and wore studded leather bands around his bulging biceps, tight black leather pants, and high boots. The women’s dresses were very tight, short black latex or rubber, or some other shiny material. He quickly snapped a couple of pictures with his cell phone before the door closed again. The passageway was not well-lit, and the picture quality wasn’t great, but he could clearly see their faces and the clothes they were wearing. The man was the chief mate, but he didn’t know who the women were.
    Shit! He had to get into that room. This is really interesting . He cautiously caught the doorknob of one of the doors which had not yet clicked shut and quietly slipped into the room while everyone’s attention was on the group of three costumed people. He slid into position behind a group who were looking excitedly at the newcomers and tried to make himself inconspicuous.
    The group of three stopped in the center of the room under a spotlight shining down from the ceiling. Some of the passengers were seated on the sofas arranged around the room with their attention focused on the three while others stood against the walls. Harmon glanced surreptitiously around the room and was shocked to see that it looked like a medieval torture chamber. There was a lot of strange equipment—chains hanging from the ceiling, and a collection of whips, riding crops, paddles, and belts hanging on the wall across from the enormous mirror that went from floor to ceiling. The spotlight briefly dimmed and then came back on. The crowd immediately quieted. What the hell is this?
    “Thank you for coming. My subs for the evening are Beth and Joan. They are guests from Le Club Eastside. This is a training session, and I will be stopping to instruct or correct them, so this performance won’t be as seamless as it might be with trained subs. Let’s begin. Subs, strip and assume the position.”
    The two women stripped off the dresses that had nothing beneath them, hung them neatly in the cabinet in the corner, and dropped to their knees in front of the tall, dark man and said, “Thank you, Master.” The two women, who both seemed to be in their early thirties, were very attractive. Each had a curvy figure with ample breasts and butts. The taller one had wavy auburn hair that matched her snatch, while the shorter one was blonde, but her snatch was dark. Apparently she wasn’t a natural blonde. Red hair and a snatch to match. Oh, boy! Harmon thought he might begin to drool. The Master made minute corrections to their positions, which consisted mostly of gently spreading their legs wider while quietly giving them instructions. Harmon was in shock. He hadn’t seen a naked pussy in quite a while, actually not since his girlfriend, Vera, had broken up with him. She had said he was a clod, and boring at that. But he didn’t want to think about that now. He was far too excited to worry about Vera’s opinion. He didn’t think he was looking so boring right now.
    “Subs, get wrist and ankle cuffs, put them on, and stand in slave position. I’ll check them when you’re done.”
    The women, or subs, hurried to obey his orders. What the