Ivorie's Surprise [Golden Dolphin] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Read Free Book Online Page A

central stairway that connected all the decks.

Chapter Nine
     
    Ivorie and Drew, together with the Turners, joined the growing crowd of onlookers in the dungeon. Ivorie had been surprised by the large, opulent room that contained an assortment of very strange-looking equipment. They took their places along the wall and waited for the demonstration to begin.
    Drew explained. “The Dom is Gregory Dempsey, and the sub is Natasha Romanova.” The Dom was dressed only in tight, black leather pants. He led the sub, who was a tall, shapely blonde, into the dungeon. She was wearing a thin collar studded with white-gold grommets from which hung two white-gold dog tags, with an attached leash around her neck. He had dark, wavy hair to his shoulders. His body was adorned with a stunning red, black, and green dragon tattoo running up his right arm from just below his wrist. It curled around his biceps and over his shoulder to breathe fire on his right pectoral muscle. His chest was covered with a light sprinkling of dark hair that tapered down his abdomen over his six-pack and into the waistband of his pants. They fit his long, muscular legs like a second skin. Ivorie gasped when she saw him and tightened her grip on Drew’s arm. Natasha was a beautiful woman with long, wavy, pale-golden-blonde hair which fell almost to the top of her muscular butt.
    “Drew, I’m a little scared here,” she whispered in his ear and held his hand in a death grip. He nestled her up against his side, put his arm around her shoulders, and squeezed.
    “It’s okay, Ivorie. These people are a long-established couple who trust each other implicitly. This is something they both need and want. Just watch.”
    The sub knelt in front of the Dom and offered him a stunning multitailed whip with red leather roses on the ends. She bowed her head and said, “Please, Master, administer my discipline.” Ivorie was stunned. Was the woman asking to be whipped?
    “That’s a flogger,” Drew explained. It had seven plush, tightly braided tails. Each was tipped with a beautiful red leather rose accented by a green leaf. The handle had a braided loop at the end and was covered in black leather. “I understand it was a gift from Greg to Natasha when he collared her. That’s similar to getting engaged.”
    “That’s some engagement present.” Ivorie was amazed. It was true the whip was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, but really…“I think I’d rather go for the traditional…”
    “I believe some diamonds were involved as well.” He grinned down at her, and she could see by the expression on his face that he was thinking that women were so predictable.
    Greg helped Natasha to her feet. “Strip, slave, and put on the cuffs.” Natasha removed her short dress and hung it neatly in the armoire. When she had buckled the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, he attached her to the chains hanging from the ceiling. He bound her ankle cuffs to a metal bar that spread her legs wide and snapped it to bolts in the glossy teak floor. Ivorie shivered. She could see that Natasha was immobilized and totally at the Dom’s mercy.
    Greg strode around his sub, inspecting her body as he let the tension build. Natasha’s eyes were downcast as she waited for her Master. Finally, Greg picked up the rose flogger. He ran the supple tails through his strong, long-fingered hands. Natasha watched him from under her long, thick, golden eyelashes. The longing in her expressive eyes was palpable as the leather tails slipped through his fingers. She trembled before him as he slowly and gently ran the flogger over her body, skimming the bloodred leather roses lightly over the creamy skin of her breasts and belly and down her thighs. He walked behind her and repeated the process over her back and butt. She was so aroused that Ivorie could see her pussy clench and moisture flood from her sex. “Oh, please, Master,” she cried.
    “Silence, sub,” he said as he snapped the flogger. Even