Page 29 of The Captain's Bounty
“Lissa,” he warned, his tone dipping so low that her clit spasmed and she damn near came.
She nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry, what?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Sir.”
His exhale caressed the back of her neck as he bent to breathe her scent in, sending a riot of shivers racking through her. Her nipples tightened, begging to be touched every bit as much as her abandoned clit as he slid his hand back out from between her legs. The sudden coolness of his absence was devastating. Her legs shook, her knees almost buckling beneath her.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
She did.
She kept her head bowed, so embarrassed and devastated that she couldn’t look at him. Not until he cupped her chin, forcing her watery gaze to his.
“On your knees, woman.”
She sank to the floor, the metal grate cold beneath her. She tried to keep her eyes locked on his. To do anything else would find her stare drifting to the unmistakable bulge that his cock had become in the front of his tan trousers. She didn’t want to look at that. What’s more, she absolutely did not want him to see her looking. As if she couldn’t already see his length in the periphery of her desperate stare. It was like the rest of him, huge and hard, and right there within inches of her.
He tipped his head, the dark of his stare daring her to steel a peek.
“I am captain on this ship,” he told her. “ I am the master everyone else obeys. Open your mouth.”
She really did almost come that time, her pussy spasmed so hard. Swallowing convulsively, she opened her mouth.
Easing closer, he straddled her thighs, his heavy boots cool against the sides of her legs as he cupped the top of her head to prevent her instinctive retreat. Gently, but firmly, he forced her mouth directly onto his concealed cock. The cloth of his pants wasn’t much of a barrier. She felt every hard inch of him, swollen solid against her lips and tongue, twitching with every heated exhale she breathed.
He held her like that, and she could have sworn she felt the pulse of his heartbeat through her lips. Her mouth watered despite her tears, and the dark moist stain that showed in the wetness that covered half his bulge when he finally pulled her back was obvious.
“Remove my belt,” he ordered.
Her pussy sang, the burning excitement spreading like wildfire through her veins even as her bottom clenched and herskin crawled. Hands shaking, she fumbled with the clasp, pulling the worn leather free. It took more strength than she at first thought to pull it free of his pants loops and from around his lean hips.
When he held out his hand, hers tingled as she handed him the belt.
“Do slaves get their bottoms whipped with Master’s belt when they misbehave?” he inquired, the corner of his mouth curled with dark amusement.
She looked at the belt, dangling from his hand by the buckle. How was she to answer that without accidentally goading him into using it? “I...”
Without waiting for her to answer, he backed away. Just four steps took him halfway to the waiting bed, and damn if her nipples didn’t harden like diamonds. Her breasts grew heavy with need, and her clit burned with furious need as he ran the length of his belt through his fingers.
Folding it, he wrapped the excess length around his hand, making ready to use it. “Come to me.” He snapped his fingers at the floor. “Now.”
Swallowing hard, the burning between her legs not swayed in the slightest, she began to stand.
His tone dipped sharply as he snapped, “Did I say get up?”
She froze. He… he couldn’t mean she was to crawl? Could he? His face was stony, unwilling to take questions she knew better than to ask.
Lowering herself to all fours, she looked at him, the belt dangling in his hand. Her bottom tensed, heat flaring in both her belly and her face. Checking for his approval, she started to crawl.
It took her twice as long, more than doubling the steps that walking would take to close the distance between them. The grate hurt her knees and shins, but more than that discomfortwas her reluctance to goad him into using the implement hanging limp at his side.
When she reached him, she waited, her heart beating hard.
“You will never use your powers on me again.” Slowly, he offered her the belt. “Kiss the implement with which you shall be punished. Submit to it, and to me.”
Her breath caught. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Her mouth ran dry, but her pussy was anything but. He just… couldn’t possibly mean for her to actually kiss that… could he?
