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want to be tied over a chair, I want to walk through a room of people wearing no bra, my nipples pushing against my T-shirt. Duncan, have you made women do all those things? Are you like Master Jonas, are you strict, do you discipline immediately? Do you carry a small paddle in your pocket?
    Sighing heavily, she busied her fingers against herself, spurring a quick, sparkling orgasm before falling into a deep sleep, dreams of Duncan, spreader bars and handcuffs, swirling around her head.

CHAPTER SIX
    T he following morning Duncan opened his door to the gentle knock of his steward arriving with breakfast. The chance meeting with Brittany had inspired him to finish writing the last chapters of his new book, and he’d worked into the early hours of the morning, completing the novel with a flourish. Waking with the familiar sense of satisfaction and relief had brought a smile to his face, and rather than his usual granola and tea, he’d ordered a celebratory breakfast of eggs, bacon, roasted potatoes, toast and a carafe of coffee.
    “That’s enough food for a breakfast party,” Duncan grinned as Joe rolled in the cart and began to lay the dining table.
    “Yes, you must be hungry,” the steward smiled, “or expecting company. I’ve included an extra place setting just in case.”
    It was an innocent remark, but one that immediately gave birth to an idea.
    Huh, why not? Since I have Brittany to thank for inspiring my burst of writing last night, I should invite her.
    “Will that be all? Do you have any laundry you’d like me to take, or is there anything else I can do for you this morning?” Joe asked, removing the lid from the glass jar of fresh squeezed orange juice.
    “Nope, thanks Joe, I think this is just perfect.”
    “Thank you, Sir,” Joe said, with a slight nod of his head. “I wish you a wonderful day.”
    Duncan watched the steward leave, then walked purposely to the phone and dialed Brittany’s cabin number, suddenly feeling an unexpected flutter of happy anticipation.
    Strange. I haven’t felt that for years, not since Natalie.
    A slight crease crossed his brow as the memory touched him, but the cheery voice on the other end of the phone brought a smile back to his face.
    “Hello?”
    Brittany sounded surprised, and Duncan briefly wondered if it was rare for her phone to ring. Had she not caught the eye of the single men on board the ship? The notion surprised him.
    “Brittany, it’s Duncan Rhys-Davies,” he announced, immediately thinking his voice sounded too formal.
    “Duncan?” Brittany repeated, then hastily added, “good morning.”
    “If you haven’t already eaten breakfast, I have quite a feast here,” Duncan declared. “I completed my latest book last night, several days ahead of schedule, had a kind of writing binge. Only the first draft of course but I’m celebrating. Would you care to join me?”
    “I, uh, yes, that would be great, I’d love it, thank you,” she replied.
    “Stop by whenever you’re ready, though it would be best to eat while the food is still hot.”
    “I’m on my way,” she said.
    “Excellent, I’ll see you shortly.”
    Hanging up the receiver he pondered the sound of Brittany’s voice, thinking he’d detected a slight quiver.
    Hmmm, do I intimidate her, or is she excited about coming here? Perhaps it’s both.
    Grinning happily, he wandered into his bathroom to wash his hands, splash on some cologne, and check his appearance.
     
    In her cabin Brittany was racing to dress and throw on some makeup. After her marathon reading session she’d slept late, and the phone had rung just as she’d been wondering what to do for breakfast. The sound of Duncan’s voice had sent her butterflies to life and her pulse to race, and when he invited her join him for the his morning meal, a shiver of delight had made her break into a broad smile.
    Staring at her closet of clothes, she decided on the sun dress she’d been wearing when she’d first laid eyes on