Page 125 of Unbinding the Demon
With superhuman strength, he ripped my bodice right down the front, causing my plump breasts to bounce free.“Oh my!”I gasped. He growled as he shoved the rest of my dress down to the floor, then he stomped on it once and kicked it overboard. I found myself entirely naked, as I realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
His fingers began to pinch and play with my hardened nipples, causing liquid heat to pool between my legs and tingles to dance up my spine. I moaned as he laid hot, wet kisses up my neck to my ear.
“Now, bend over and grab the wheel, wench.” His voice was breathy, dark, and commanding; then he licked my cheek with burning ferocity.
Wench? Oh, I don’t think so, Admiral Androgen.
My eyes narrowed. “I am not your wench, you seductive, well-muscled demon pirate!” I turned to face him and angrily poked him in the chest. His eyes twinkled with amusement. “I am the Princess Buttercup, and I shall not do as you have asked!” I scoffed defiantly, then looked at him with nervous excitement and bit my lower lip, knowing full well that I was getting myself into trouble.
He fucking roared, allowing his razor-sharp fangs to elongate. With fervor, he pivoted me back around, igniting a whirlwind of dangerous emotions. One hand gripped my waist, and the other wrapped around my throat. His hips swayed side to side, creating teasing friction as his hardened cock rubbed against my bare bum.
“It would seem I’ve got a little vixen on my hands,” he growled, then stepped back and stormed in front of me. I stood there and watched as a black rope appeared in his hand. He tied it around my wrists and yanked me up to him. “I am your captain now. You will address me as such!” he declared as he hoisted my wrists forward and securely tied them to the center of the wheel. He roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair as he forced me to bend over. His menacing face leaned in right next to mine from the side. “And you will do as the captain commands... lest you be punished,” he stated in a downright demonic tone, with a dangerous glare. “Yes, captain?”
“Yes, captain,” I whimpered, even though my stomach was doing literal flips of excitement.
“Good.” His mouth pressed against my jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses all the way up to my ear again. “Although, unfortunately for you, my sweet, I am indeed a cruel captain.” He growled and bit my earlobe. “And I will be punishing you for that little outburst of defiance.” A malevolent grin flashed across his face, showing off his sharp fangs. He stepped back again and stood next to the wheel before me.
My eyes swept up his towering and sturdy shape. There was an evil and perverse gleam in his eyes as he peered down at me. As I stared up at his wicked countenance, there was no doubt in my mind that this captain was truly a devil, and we were indeed sailing on an insidious vessel from Hell.
He began removing his shirt, each moment a deliberate tease. Ever so slowly, he uncovered the formidably sculpted ropes of stacked muscle that made up his sinfully tempting abdominals. My lower stomach clenched with desire as he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, then flung it overboard. He was infernally good-looking as he stood half-naked before me. A sight of pure masculine perfection. I realized I was eye level with the front of his pants. They had tightened dramatically, outlining the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.
He caught me staring and smirked. “I can assure you, that’s no peg leg, my dearie.” A deep chuckle rumbled out of him, and a blush spread across my cheeks. “Now then...” he purred with cruel satisfaction as his sword reappeared in his hand. “I’m going to flog your bottom.”
“You’re going to what my bottom!?”I blurted out, while he circled around to my exposed behind.
WHACK!
I yelped in shock as he whipped the broad side of the sword against my ass, leaving a lingering sting. “Shhh, now, now, my Buttercup...” He brushed the cool tip of the sword down along my spine, from the base of my neck to my tailbone, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin. “I want to hear all those sweet little cries and screams chiming from your lips,” he cooed. “So don’t make me gag you too.” He leaned in with a cruel smirk, kicking my legs wider apart. In an instant, his lips kissed the space between my shoulder blades, igniting sparks along my skin.
I shifted my eyes around and bit my lower lip. He was terrifying, dark, and dominating...but I liked it.
He expertly struck with just the right amount of force, indulging my senses without sending me into a whirlwind of pain. I gasped out a blend of cries and yelps, which echoed as he relentlessly smacked my defenseless derrière. Tears cascaded down my cheeks while desire trickled down my thighs. His primal growls rumbled through the silence, punctuating each piercing scream.
Just as I had almost had enough, he threw the sword off to the side, where it clanked against the wooden planks. I squeezed my eyes shut from the sting as he gently placed both of his hands on my reddened bottom. He massaged the tender flesh, then glided one of his hands to my soaking wet sex and purred in approval.
“Well, you’re certainly a masochistic little minx, aren’t you now?” He chuckled, then slipped a finger inside me. I gasped at the sudden invasion. “I’ll tell you what...” Agonizingly slow, he circled his finger within my inner walls. “Because you did such a good job and let out so many beautiful little cries during your punishment, I’ll give you a reward.” He pulled his finger out and licked it, leaving me feeling empty. “Would you like that,Princess?”
“Y-Yes, Captain,” I replied with a quaver, trying not to whimper from his withdrawal.
The sting on my flesh vanished as he knelt behind me. “Good,” he cooed, while sensually running his hands up my inner thighs. “Because to me, these thighs are like the Elysium gates leading to ambrosiac seas. And I intend to drink deeply of your thalassic waters.” His hot breath fanned my pussy lips while he spoke.
I squeaked and tugged at my restraints as he began licking up my inner thigh. He purred as his tongue sensually swirled over my entrance, moving it in slow, calculated circles. My skin glistened with sweat as I panted from the anticipation.“Oh, Aza—“I started to moan, causing him to stop. “Captain! I mean, Captain!” I corrected in a hurry.
His mouth crashed back down onto my cunt like the waves against the boat, and his tongue began pillaging the deep oceans of my inner chasm. He growled and reached around. His hands brushed my hips, then grabbed hold of my needy breasts. I moaned and arched my back further as he pinched and pulled on my nipples while continuing to mouth-fuck me.
A tempest of heat twisted and turned deep within my stomach. I was nearly swept away when his soft lips embraced my hidden pearl.“Don’t come until I say you can,” he commanded menacingly, with his face still buried between my legs, causing vibrations to shoot through me.
He smacked my bum when I didn’t respond. “Y-Yes, Captain!” I whimpered.
One of his hands moved from my breasts, and he slipped a finger back inside me. I gripped the wheel for dear life as I desperately tried to suppress my release. He began licking and sucking madly on my clit while vigorously pumping his finger in and out. It seemed to go on forever. My heart raced, and my legs trembled. He knew exactly when I’d get close and would slow the pace, denying me my release, only to bring it right back up once I’d lost it.
Reward my ass! This is more torture!
He added a second finger and pinched my nipple. I whimpered and bit my lower lip so hard I drew blood in an attempt not to orgasm. He stiffened, then continued to furiously pump his fingers in and out of me.“Come!”he growled and lightly bit down on my clit.
Intense waves of pleasure crashed over me, momentarily blinding my sight. My inner walls constricted around his fingers like a coiled spring. He feverishly lapped at my essence, as if savoring a fine elixir. Rising from his feast, he leaned over me, his gaze heavy with intent. His hand roughly gripped my chin, forcing me to turn my head toward him. I gasped, and he growled as he smashed his lips to mine. His tongue darted out over my bottom lip, hungrily licking away the small trickle of blood. As the kiss deepened, he released my chin and unfastened his trousers.
I moaned from the feeling of his captain’s log slipping along my soaking wet slit from behind. He rested the tip against my throbbing pearl, then reached around and used his hardened member to massage my sensitive bud. I writhed in bliss, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Each wave of sensation washed over me like an intoxicating tide that I could hardly withstand.
