Page 28 of The Captain's Bounty
Her voice shook as badly as her knees, as she dutifully said, “I’m a naughty girl?—”
“Little girl.” His hand slipped lower, caressing the crack of her ass cheeks as a single finger slipped down to wedge itself inthe valley between. The fiery heat burned hotter under the added warmth of his touch.
This was so humbling, so embarrassing. She didn’t want him to know how much wetter she was getting the longer he put her through this. Never, ever,everhad this happened to her before.
Don’t touch me there. Please… please…
Youwanthim to touch you there. Very much, the being in her noted.
She shook her head.
Bruwes swatted her, once to each bottom cheek, hard enough to make her gasp and writhe. It only got worse when he seized her ass, fingers digging mercilessly into aching flesh.
“No, I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m a n-naughty little girl and I need m-my b-bottom spanked until I, um, I learn t-to do what I’m told.”
He swatted her bottom, but although the sting was there, it was different somehow. Deeper, more intimate. More intoxicating.
Masochist.
“No,” she whimpered, but the fluttering spasms in her pussy begged to differ. The fluttering spasms just plain begged.
His fingers splayed to get a grip on as much of her ass as he could hold. Slowly, he dug in and squeezed, bringing her arching back onto her tiptoes with another trembling gasp. She twitched, fighting back the urge to squirm and succeeded only in pushing her bottom that much further into his grip.
“Did you use your powers against my crewman?” he asked, the burning of his breath hot against the nape of her neck, caressing all the way to the shell of her ear, leaving her trembling.
“Yes,” she moaned, sniffling. A fresh new wave of tears flooded her, stinging where they gathered in her eyes.
Releasing her, his hand moved between her thighs, wringing a sharp cry from her when he took hard hold of her pussy. His fingers dug in, bringing her squirming as high onto her toes as she could get. Her body shook, her pussy sang, her clit pulsed in in the firm pinch of his fingers.
He was touching her more intimately than any other man ever had, and he was her captor. The very man she had every reason to hate. So why did her body ache for the squeeze of his hand? And how long would this torture last?
As if he could hear her thoughts, he released his grip, only to bring his fingers together into a probing point. He pushed between her folds, coating his fingers in the moisture her wayward pussy kept seeping. And suddenly, his was a spanking hand all over again, punishing her pussy with a single sharp swat, but she knew it was coming and she cried out before he’d even struck.
The slap was mortifyingly wet. She bowed her head, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see anything, wishing herself far away from this even as her clit throbbed its approval.
He rubbed the sting his swat had ignited in her sensitive folds, massaging the hurt and pleasure together. She stung, and burned, and tried so hard not to writhe along with the seductive stroking as he spread the achy fire that much deeper into her.
Forehead pressed against the wall, her hands gripping hard at her own hair, she spread her legs a smidge wider. So he could get his hand deeper between them and feel, in all her singing nerve endings, how complete he made her when he cupped the core of her need and squeezed.
“You will never again use your powers against my crew,” he said.
“No,” she agreed. “No, I swear.”
Pointless promise. They are my powers and I use them how I will.
Yeah, well,itwasn’t the one standing here with its legs akimbo and its pussy fully exposed to whatever whim Bruwes decided.
You love it.
I do not!
Pointless denial. I know all your secret thoughts.
She bowed her head, fighting back the sobs as he rubbed and swatted, rubbed and swatted. And the lust still flowed, a hot gush of need that flooded his fingers as he parted her naughty folds. Her hips bucked, seizing all over again, clutching at his penetrating fingers, owning her in the most intimate way a woman could be owned.
“Did you try to use your powers against me?”
Please no more, she silently pleaded, her head bowing and her shoulders shaking as she dissolved into tears. God alone knew what she was crying for—for him to stop, for him to do anything but stop… why did she want this so much? Why did this feel so good?
