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

could see several other small islands in the distance. The extensive gardens were still colorful, with plantings of bright fall flowers. The property had come to one of the club’s founding members by inheritance several years ago and had been renovated and converted to its current use as a private BDSM club.
    “I have to tell you, Morgan, you look exceptionally handsome in that tux.” She reached up to kiss his jaw and run her fingers through the wavy black hair that was starting to get a little long and slightly shaggy. The classic lines of the traditional tuxedo with a cummerbund and bow tie suited him to a tee, and the black and white complemented his coloring. She enjoyed just looking at him—he was definitely a piece of eye candy, and she was ready to bite.
    “And you look beautiful. I love your hair pulled back like that. It makes me want to kiss that long, graceful neck of yours—as well as certain other areas of your anatomy.” When he grinned at her like that and his dimples popped, she was putty in his hands. It was a good thing he didn’t know it. She wasn’t planning on letting him in on that little secret just yet.
    “Well, apparently you are going to get your chance later tonight.” Harper smiled back at him. She had decided to wear a sleek, black silk halter dress with high slits on the sides and strappy, high black sandals. She wore a lightweight pashmina shawl to ward of the chill on the water.
    After they had gone ashore, they made their way with the other passengers to the entrance of the castle and the grand hallway. The antique furnishings and oil paintings displayed over the mahogany wainscoting gave the room an elegant turn-of-the-century look. They were greeted by Jacques Dubois, the club’s manager, and ushered into the library for cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Dinner would be served in the formal dining room.
    Jacques gave them a brief history of the property. It had been built as a wedding gift for the timber baron’s fiancée, who had died in a riding accident before the wedding, and it was purported to be haunted. A shiver ran up Harper’s spine at that, and then she laughed at herself. That’s just plain silly. There are no such things as ghosts .
    “There are also many secret passageways and hidden stairways throughout the castle. The castle’s ballroom has been converted into the main dungeon, and there are a large selection of private theme rooms and a costume department, all of which you are most welcome to use.”
    Con and Casey, who were joining them for dinner, told them that Jamie Devereau liked to plan little side trips as surprises for the passengers. “He arranged a trip up river to a rubber plantation on the Amazon on our last trip,” Con said.
    Casey grinned. “That was after one of our passengers was kidnapped in the central market in Santarém by her boss’s jealous ex-fiancée. That was hairy. Thank goodness Greg’s team was able to get her back unharmed. The moral of that story is ‘always wear your blue bracelet,’ whether it complements your outfit or not. If she hadn’t been wearing her bracelet, Greg would have had no way to locate her after her kidnapper took her upriver in a boat.”
    After the delicious French cuisine and excellent wines, the ladies adjourned to upstairs bedrooms to change into their dungeon clothes while the gentlemen enjoyed cigars and brandy in the library. Harper had chosen a black leather bustier that laced up the front, a short black leather skirt to be worn sans underwear as required by club rules, and the spikey black heels she had worn with her gown. Casey and the other passengers wore a selection of BDSM wear ranging from leather to satin, all of it revealing and tight.
    Gregory and Natasha had elected to remain on board the Golden Dolphin . The intrusion by the stowaway was still on everyone’s mind. Harper knew the captain didn’t want the ship to be left solely in the care of lower-level officers, stewards, and ABs