It's been about a month since the ship hit home port. Everyone has been relaxing, working their days and popping deuces to get home quickly. For you that just means chilling on ship though. You are making the best of it...but anything to break the routine is refreshing.
As you sit out on a deck area of a restaurant, your phone rings. Rolling through the names of people who actually have that cell phone number, you draw a blank.
"Hello?"
"Siren, it's 'Xander." He uses our group names so I'd know him at once. I smile big, not expecting anything since we're in port and he has "obligations."
"You got plans tonight?" He growls and purrs into the phone at the same time, making your knees weak as is his talent.
"That depends on the offer..." You flirt back.
"Just a quiet night in a hotel room with a little wine and room service. But there are a few rules if you accept." His voice screams a thousand possibilities even as it rolls out silkily.
"I'll be there." You say, knowing the rules are always more fun than playing it safe.
"Good, I'm glad you still trust me. Meet me at the hotel I'm going to text you the info for. Be there at 8 pm in a tight black dress groomed well with no underwear on. Don't worry about bringing anything else and don't be late."
"I'll be there Master." You say without hesitation.
"Until then, Pet..." You hear the phone go still, his voice gone as quickly as it came.
Always a good time, you start thinking about what you have to wear and decide your best bet is a really sexy black mandarin collared dress you picked up in Japan on your last port call.
Smiling, you finish your lunch and go forward with your daily routine...hitting the gym for some PT, talking with a few friends as you meet them around base. Catching dinner, checking your e-mail before heading back to the ship to get ready.
As you hit the berthing you grab your showering things and head for the head to wash off the day's sweat and grime.
While you already showered after your workout, you hadn't had the chance to shave, so while you clean up you closely shave your legs and intimates, thinking on the night.
You get out, brushing out your hair and doing your make up. Walking around in your robe, you hunt down the dress and blushing softly slide it on over your smooth naked body. As you tug it this way and that it fits itself nicely, the slits up each leg exposing your soft thighs and hugging your curves perfectly.
You pull on some heels, trying them on and grabbing a small purse as you get ready to leave.
You check your phone and notice you received a text while you were showering. Typical...you go mad all day thinking about him and his text and he sends it when it suits his game. Loading up your GPS on your phone, you get to your car quickly and head out, making sure you have plenty of time to get there.
As you drive a thousand questions enter and leave your mind. "How did he...? What about...? But I thought...?" Finally you just decide to wait and see.
It wasn't a long drive and you find yourself arriving about a half hour early. Luckily there's a bar inside the hotel and you sip a cocktail to eat up fifteen or so minutes.
Finally you head up to the room number. You knock gently on the door.
"It's open, come in."
'How did he know it was me?' You think to yourself.
You push down the handle and slide open the door. The room seemed empty at first. You walk slowly forward, peering around.
You see a single lit lamp in the main area. He's sitting there quietly, fingers steepled. He's wearing a black silk shirt, blue pants, and black shoes. A silver chain with an ornate pendant hangs from his neck. You've never seen him so intense and collected. The look of his domain.
You pause mid step as she comes into view.
'Oh shit, this is going to be bad...'
She half sits, half lays at his feet, wine glass in hand. She's dressed in a black leather corset tied up tightly with leather boots that come up just below her knees. Crotchless panties show you a waxed glistening cunt and a choker with a rose design in rhinestones adorns her neck.
She looks at you with both interest and boredom, as a sated cat examines a new toy.
"Something wrong, Siren?" He smiles, happy as he knows I'm completely off my guard.
"I...um...I'm going to go...I..." You stammer quickly, feeling very much as if you stepped into a lioness' den.
"Stop!" He said firmly...I do...without any knowledge why.
