kind of bondage wear. The series of narrow strips of leather and silver studs would crisscross the upper part and barely cover her nipples. Another section came up to form a studded collar. The string bikini bottom would hardly cover her private parts. Darius’ outfit was similar, with more hardware of metal rings and studded straps to cross the chest and make up a G-string bottom. They glanced at each other. Although their expressions were neutral, Destiny knew Darius wasn’t crazy about acting like bondage slaves either.
He held up his S&M slave costume with one finger. He must be thinking the same as she. What else did Karl have in mind besides serving cocktails?
“Ah, I don’t think so.” Darius handed the strips of leather back to Karl.
The G-string and the narrow straps would be a challenge for Destiny to put on and keep her breasts concealed.
Karl flashed that business-minded smile. The man knew how to close a deal and knew how to get what he wanted. “I thought sure the money we discussed with Oliver was sufficient.” He mentioned the number then added another thirty percent. “And consider that a bonus.”
Darius looked at Destiny and she gave both men a wry smile. “Where do we change?”
They entered a small stateroom, below in the crew’s section. Once Darius managed to get into his outfit, he helped Destiny adjust the straps of hers so it covered all her private parts and fit as securely and comfortably as possible.
“I have a bad feeling about this. I’m going to have to keep a bunch of drunk, rich guys from messing with you?”
“It’s not much different than when I’m stripping,” she said.
“It’s a hell of a lot different. In a strip club, the clientele know if they try touching the dancers, the bouncers will kick them out. We’re on a fucking boat; what happens if things go south? We can’t jump overboard and swim back to shore.”
“It’s just for a couple hours,” she assured him. “It’ll be fine.”
“Right. It better, or Karl and Oliver are going to get a shitstorm.”
She rolled her eyes and reached for the door to leave. Darius grabbed her arm and pulled her around against his body. “Let me know if anyone hassles you.”
“I’ll be fine.” The only articles of clothing between them were narrow strips of leather that barely covered their naughty bits. Heat radiated between them and his cock grew hard against her belly. His lips captured hers in a rough kiss and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. The sensations made her body weak and horny.
He slid his fingers under the straps and tugged at her erect nipples. “You look so hot in this outfit, I could take you right now,” he whispered against her neck.
“I’m getting hot thinking about parading around in public in this.”
“I think you like sex better if someone is watching, or if there’s risk someone might see you.” His tone revealed a level of frustration or disapproval she hadn’t expected.
“That’s not true,” she argued. “I like making love when we’re alone.”
“Is that so?” Now he eased his hand down between her legs. Shoving the leather aside, he rubbed past her clit and slipped inside her channel. Destiny eased up on her toes. “I didn’t lock the door. Maybe someone will walk in and catch us fooling around. Doesn’t that get you hot?”
“God, that’s so good.” She should tell him to stop—they had to get back on deck—but she was enjoying herself too much. She sucked in a breath. “Has nothing to do with the risk and everything to do with what you’re doing.”
“You’re all slippery and hot. Maybe we have time for a quickie.”
She groaned and rocked her hips in rhythm to his finger thrusting in and out. With every inward thrust, the heel of his hand rubbed her at just the right spot. At this rate she’d come quickly. “I like this.” She spread her legs wider. “But we’ve been gone awhile.”
He kissed her neck just beneath her ear. “I
He held up his S&M slave costume with one finger. He must be thinking the same as she. What else did Karl have in mind besides serving cocktails?
“Ah, I don’t think so.” Darius handed the strips of leather back to Karl.
The G-string and the narrow straps would be a challenge for Destiny to put on and keep her breasts concealed.
Karl flashed that business-minded smile. The man knew how to close a deal and knew how to get what he wanted. “I thought sure the money we discussed with Oliver was sufficient.” He mentioned the number then added another thirty percent. “And consider that a bonus.”
Darius looked at Destiny and she gave both men a wry smile. “Where do we change?”
They entered a small stateroom, below in the crew’s section. Once Darius managed to get into his outfit, he helped Destiny adjust the straps of hers so it covered all her private parts and fit as securely and comfortably as possible.
“I have a bad feeling about this. I’m going to have to keep a bunch of drunk, rich guys from messing with you?”
“It’s not much different than when I’m stripping,” she said.
“It’s a hell of a lot different. In a strip club, the clientele know if they try touching the dancers, the bouncers will kick them out. We’re on a fucking boat; what happens if things go south? We can’t jump overboard and swim back to shore.”
“It’s just for a couple hours,” she assured him. “It’ll be fine.”
“Right. It better, or Karl and Oliver are going to get a shitstorm.”
She rolled her eyes and reached for the door to leave. Darius grabbed her arm and pulled her around against his body. “Let me know if anyone hassles you.”
“I’ll be fine.” The only articles of clothing between them were narrow strips of leather that barely covered their naughty bits. Heat radiated between them and his cock grew hard against her belly. His lips captured hers in a rough kiss and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. The sensations made her body weak and horny.
He slid his fingers under the straps and tugged at her erect nipples. “You look so hot in this outfit, I could take you right now,” he whispered against her neck.
“I’m getting hot thinking about parading around in public in this.”
“I think you like sex better if someone is watching, or if there’s risk someone might see you.” His tone revealed a level of frustration or disapproval she hadn’t expected.
“That’s not true,” she argued. “I like making love when we’re alone.”
“Is that so?” Now he eased his hand down between her legs. Shoving the leather aside, he rubbed past her clit and slipped inside her channel. Destiny eased up on her toes. “I didn’t lock the door. Maybe someone will walk in and catch us fooling around. Doesn’t that get you hot?”
“God, that’s so good.” She should tell him to stop—they had to get back on deck—but she was enjoying herself too much. She sucked in a breath. “Has nothing to do with the risk and everything to do with what you’re doing.”
“You’re all slippery and hot. Maybe we have time for a quickie.”
She groaned and rocked her hips in rhythm to his finger thrusting in and out. With every inward thrust, the heel of his hand rubbed her at just the right spot. At this rate she’d come quickly. “I like this.” She spread her legs wider. “But we’ve been gone awhile.”
He kissed her neck just beneath her ear. “I
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