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Humpback Whale Registry, he was able to tell them her registry number, history of sightings, physical markings and injuries, who her regular companions were, and that she had been seen with a calf in 2008. She was heading south to warmer waters for the winter.
Harper was thrilled just to watch her blow and flip her tail, but when she breached, Harper squealed with delight. When the whale approached the boat, Morgan, who was standing behind Harper, wrapped his arms securely around her waist and rested his chin on top of her head. Apparently he didn’t trust her not to get too excited and lean over the rail. She rested back against his chest and just enjoyed his warmth. The temperature out on the open water was a good fifteen degrees colder than it had been closer to shore.
“Oh, Morgan. She’s so beautiful. I wish we could see a calf. Wouldn’t that be something?”
“Keep your eyes open, babe. You never know.” He pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and snuggled her closer.
She felt the hard ridge of his erection against her back and surreptitiously wiggled her butt against him. “Hey, sailor! Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?”
He squeezed her tight and, laughing, said, “Watch it, Harper. A disrespectful attitude could get you into trouble with your Master.”
“No way. I don’t have a Master. I’m a Domme.”
“We need to talk about that. I want you to think about letting me take charge. I know we have been doing pretty well in bed, but your issues have not magically disappeared. You promised to think about it. Can I reserve a theme room for us tonight?” He continued to hold her tightly.
“I have thought about it, Morgan. I’m still a little nervous…but I guess I want to try. You seem to already know me so well, and I know that I trust you completely.”
Chapter Thirteen
Bar Harbor, Bar Harbor, Maine, on board the Golden Dolphin, November 13, 2013—Wednesday Evening, Day Four of the Cruise
Morgan had attempted to reserve a theme room for that evening, but unfortunately, by the time he had made the call, all of the rooms had been booked.
“Babe, how would you feel about doing our first scene in the dungeon? All the theme rooms are taken, and I really don’t want to wait until tomorrow. The sooner we start this process, the better.”
“I don’t know, Morgan. For our first scene I’d feel more comfortable with some privacy.” He knew his face was giving away his disappointment, and he quickly pasted on a bland expression. He could tell she saw right through him as she continued. “Okay, Morgan. I’m willing to try it in the dungeon. Hopefully there won’t be a lot of people in there tonight. If I freak, promise we’ll stop and try again tomorrow, okay?” She looked very nervous to him, and he wished he could reassure her. He knew, however, that this scene promised to be a very emotional and possibly trying experience for her. He planned to take her back through what he was sure would be some uncomfortable memories. They needed to be brought out into the light of day, or more accurately, the dark of the dungeon.
“Absolutely, Harper. You know I’ll want to push you, but you’ll have your safe word.”
* * * *
Harper was nervous but strangely excited as well. She knew this could either be very good for her, or a complete disaster, and she had no clue which it would be. Her years of therapy had obviously not solved her problems. Maybe it was time to try a different, if somewhat unorthodox, route. They had finished dinner while the ship was making way out into international waters toward Halifax, Canada. They had agreed to meet in the dungeon after each going back to their suites to change clothes. Harper knew that Morgan always wore a mask at Le Club Eastside and wondered whether he would do so aboard the Golden Dolphin . It would add a certain edge, however, and she hoped he would. That mask had featured in a few of her
Harper was thrilled just to watch her blow and flip her tail, but when she breached, Harper squealed with delight. When the whale approached the boat, Morgan, who was standing behind Harper, wrapped his arms securely around her waist and rested his chin on top of her head. Apparently he didn’t trust her not to get too excited and lean over the rail. She rested back against his chest and just enjoyed his warmth. The temperature out on the open water was a good fifteen degrees colder than it had been closer to shore.
“Oh, Morgan. She’s so beautiful. I wish we could see a calf. Wouldn’t that be something?”
“Keep your eyes open, babe. You never know.” He pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and snuggled her closer.
She felt the hard ridge of his erection against her back and surreptitiously wiggled her butt against him. “Hey, sailor! Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?”
He squeezed her tight and, laughing, said, “Watch it, Harper. A disrespectful attitude could get you into trouble with your Master.”
“No way. I don’t have a Master. I’m a Domme.”
“We need to talk about that. I want you to think about letting me take charge. I know we have been doing pretty well in bed, but your issues have not magically disappeared. You promised to think about it. Can I reserve a theme room for us tonight?” He continued to hold her tightly.
“I have thought about it, Morgan. I’m still a little nervous…but I guess I want to try. You seem to already know me so well, and I know that I trust you completely.”
Chapter Thirteen
Bar Harbor, Bar Harbor, Maine, on board the Golden Dolphin, November 13, 2013—Wednesday Evening, Day Four of the Cruise
Morgan had attempted to reserve a theme room for that evening, but unfortunately, by the time he had made the call, all of the rooms had been booked.
“Babe, how would you feel about doing our first scene in the dungeon? All the theme rooms are taken, and I really don’t want to wait until tomorrow. The sooner we start this process, the better.”
“I don’t know, Morgan. For our first scene I’d feel more comfortable with some privacy.” He knew his face was giving away his disappointment, and he quickly pasted on a bland expression. He could tell she saw right through him as she continued. “Okay, Morgan. I’m willing to try it in the dungeon. Hopefully there won’t be a lot of people in there tonight. If I freak, promise we’ll stop and try again tomorrow, okay?” She looked very nervous to him, and he wished he could reassure her. He knew, however, that this scene promised to be a very emotional and possibly trying experience for her. He planned to take her back through what he was sure would be some uncomfortable memories. They needed to be brought out into the light of day, or more accurately, the dark of the dungeon.
“Absolutely, Harper. You know I’ll want to push you, but you’ll have your safe word.”
* * * *
Harper was nervous but strangely excited as well. She knew this could either be very good for her, or a complete disaster, and she had no clue which it would be. Her years of therapy had obviously not solved her problems. Maybe it was time to try a different, if somewhat unorthodox, route. They had finished dinner while the ship was making way out into international waters toward Halifax, Canada. They had agreed to meet in the dungeon after each going back to their suites to change clothes. Harper knew that Morgan always wore a mask at Le Club Eastside and wondered whether he would do so aboard the Golden Dolphin . It would add a certain edge, however, and she hoped he would. That mask had featured in a few of her
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