Dominating Iris

A mystery date

Iris and Jo had lunch with two other guys at the poolside.

Evan, a forty-something guy who looked like a millionaire bachelor, but a cheapskate with his smiles, enchanted the ladies with his stories of adventure at a nudist resort in the Bahamas.

The other guy, Marco, who displayed a more laid back demeanor, matched Evan's tales with his unforgettable experience at a Bacchanalia in Italy.

Iris wondered whether the men tried to seduce them with their stories or just used the occasion to brag with each other. She thought men were like little boys who just got bigger and older. Although it amused her, she longed to be somewhere else— with Alex.

"I enjoyed your stories immensely, Evan and Marco... but I must excuse myself and get back to my room. I'm not feeling very well." Iris said and gestured to Jo that they should leave.

She decided to stay away from seduction for a while because she still felt sore and her buttocks stung at the slightest touch.

"Oh, but we haven't heard your stories yet..." Marco protested. "I'm sure you have your own adventures to tell, Iris." He grinned.

"Maybe next time around, Marco," Iris said with a smile.

Marco grabbed Jo's hand and pulled her back. "You don't have to leave too. Stay a while longer, let your friend go, she doesn't need chaperoning, I'm sure."

"Okay, you can go ahead, Iris. I'll stay here a bit longer." Jo smiled.

"Fine. See you around." She walked back to her room.

Life on the cruise seemed boring when fornicating wasn't on the agenda, Iris realized. She couldn't even watch cable TV because there were none in her room. So she decided to lay down on the couch and take a nap.

It was almost sunset when her doorbell rang, and she awoke. It was the concierge with a plate of envelopes for her. One was another invitation for game night, and the other was an unsigned invitation to a private dinner— it said a butler will pick her up at seven.

Iris thought she's had enough of game night and decided to go for dinner with her mystery date instead. She headed for the shower.

She chose to wear an emerald colored gown that plunged on both front and back, paired with four-inch stilettos, which she thought would be a knock-out. Fuck! I'll definitely get laid again. She blushed, excited.

The nap helped get her ready for action again. She can't believe the things that happened to her, and how differently she thought of sex in a matter of days. The Pleasure Cruise is truly a magical place.

A butler named Bruce picked her up from her room at exactly seven, and took her to a private room in one of the upper deck suites.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Miss Iris. Your host will be with you in a minute." Bruce said as he led her to the parlor, and left.

She sat on the divan and waited. She looked around for tell-tale signs of who could be her mystery man, but everything seemed to be in impeccable order, she could only make a wild guess.

"I'm glad you came, Iris. Aren't you joining the games tonight?" a familiar voice rang behind her.

She turned around and her heart jumped. "Adam!"

"I'm sorry I had to leave you that night, like a thief."

"But why did you leave?"

"I thought you had such a great time, and didn't want to ruin it for you."

"You actually broke my heart by doing that, but apology accepted." She smiled at him. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"I made you a promise... thought I should keep it." Adam shuffled to the bar caddy and poured whiskey for two and dropped ice on each, handed one to Iris.