Page 38 of The Captain's Bounty
She found herself eyeing first the table and then the mattress behind her. How was she supposed to bend herself over anything when she couldn’t hold onto anything for balance? She used irritation to help cover how her knees were already trembling and her ass clenching.
“I’m your captive, remember? I’m not supposed to behave.” If she was going to get spanked anyway, she may as well earn it. She kept her eyes down, afraid it would only get worse if he spied the sullenness she couldn’t hide.
He seemed to know it anyway.
He always seemed to know.
His fingers combed up into her hair, taking as much as he could grip in his fist before pulling her head sharply up until she had no choice but to look right at him. His eyes… red, wounded-looking, definitely the worst case of allergies she’d ever seen anyone suffer through in her life.
“Stand up straight,” he calmly ordered. “Shoulders back.”
Her already shallow breaths caught in the back of her throat as she forced herself to obey, straightening her spine. Pushing her shoulders back was harder. It felt too much like she was offering him her breasts.
Her knees shook so badly, she was afraid they might buckle out from under her, but worse was the bloom of fiery lust that spread up out of her core until she could feel it burning in her chest as well as her face.
“I will untie you,” he said as soon as she was in position, “when I am ready, not because you order it of me. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” She tried not to sound sullen when she said it, but the only other option was eagerness. Of the two, the last thing she wanted him to hear was her breathlessly tuning in to the all too wrong but oh so right things he was doing to her. Making her feel. Making her want.
Tipping his head, he regarded her. “Yes, what, Lissa?”
She knew what he was asking. Her stomach quivered, and so did her thighs. Hot liquid trickled through her folds and along her seam. But she had already said it to him once. If she did it again, that would set a precedence that would forever put her beneath him.
The heat in her flared hotter at the instant mental image that accompanied that word, ‘beneath’.
You really do like him.
Stay out of it. This is private!
Bruwes’s eyes narrowed slightly, and then he struck, his hand slapping upward between them, striking the underside of her breast, almost catching her nipple. If not for his grip on her hair, she’d have ducked, but he only tightened his hold and refused to let go. He slapped her other breast, two crisp blows that made her flesh bounce and ignited a sting twice as bad as any swat her ass had yet taken.
Catching her left nipple, he hauled up on her hair until she was dancing on her tiptoes.
“Sit,” he said, in a somber tone that made her stomach both knot and flush hot.
Sit? She checked his lap. If he wanted her to sit, then he wasn’t going to spank… right?
She turned sideways, slipping one leg between his, but he stopped her.
“I didn’t say turn around. I said sit.”
The warmth spread, moving up into her already too tight chest, feeding the fiery flames licking at her face and further down. Her pussy was heating, not burning like her face, but pulsing in that same dreaded throb of interest she couldn’t make herself stop feeling. Not when he was in the room.
Hesitantly,she tried putting her back to him, all the while refusing to think about how her ass was going to look when she lowered herself to perch upon his knee, but again, he stopped her.
“No,” he said, stopping her again. “Face me.”
Facing him? So they could… talk?
Hesitantly, she asked, “Are you going to yell at me?”
“For someone protesting the need for another spanking, you’re working very hard to get one. Or is this another occasion where you need help paying attention?”
Her whole body shivered, but not in dread. She straddled his lap, and sat. “For the record, this is super awkward too. May I please have some clothes?”
“I prefer you naked and ready for chastisement if needed. If,” he snorted and picked up the plate and fork again. “There is no ‘if’ with you humans. You all live for disobedience.”
“We do not.”
