Page 30 of The Captain's Bounty
His jaw clenched once and he tipped his head, a sure sign that she was running out of time.
Her ass hurt so much already. The thought of having to take even just one swat more made her brave in a way only desperation could. Her heart fluttered, but it was the most exhilarating sense of panic she’d ever felt as she, hoping to deflect his painful intent, ducked in and quickly kissed his cock instead.
Easing back onto her heels, she stared at the floor, horny as hell and half-terrified of his response. Her face burned. Her whole body burned she was so appalled by what she’d just done and that only got worse the longer the silence stretched on.
Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he saying something? Wondering how badly she’d just screwed up, she stole a peek at him. The naked hunger on his face was almost enough to make her come. Her pussy reacted so strongly, she snapped her legs shut, her hands fisting to keep from covering herself. As if he’d let her.
He didn’t, but he didn’t use his belt either. Dropping it on the floor at his feet, he seized a fistful of her hair.
“Crawl,” he ordered, and she did, all the way back to the end of the bed.
Being bent over the foot of it took the pressure of the grate off her knees, but it wasn’t softness that she ached most to feel.
The snaps as he unfastened his pants was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.
“Does this slave want to be punished with her Master’s cock?” he growled.
She blanched. Just the shock of hearing that word rocketed through her trembling nerves.
“I amnota slave,” she told him, her voice shaking every bit as badly as the rest of her. “And you arenotmy Master.”
His heavy hand clamped onto the back of her neck, forcing her down on the mattress. And then she felt it.
Oh, Jesus! Was that hiscock?
Lissa stared through the blankets, dazed as the hard nudge of something round, as rough as the rest of his bark-like skin, and fully erect caressed along the slit of her sopping wet sex until it perched on the verge of penetrating her.
“Try again,” he ordered as it stroked up and down, back and forth along her seam, toying with her, bathing in the slickness of her body and bumping her needy clit with every pass.
“Please don’t make me say it,” she begged.
Shoving back off her, Bruwes fetched the belt.
“This s-slave w-wants to be punished!” she shouted, repeating only as much as she could bring herself to say and praying she wouldn’t feel the sharp crack of the belt just as soon as she was done.
Up went his arm and down came the belt, whipping her backside, driving her to dance and shimmy, though her torso never left the mattress. He cupped between her legs again, and she yelped before realizing he was parting her with his fingers, not spanking her there.
“Say it right,” he ordered.
“This slave wants to be punished with her M-Master’s cock!” she sobbed, breaking off with a gasp when he pulled back far enough to clutch the base of himself, and then slammed into her.
CHAPTER SIX
She was pure wet heat,wrapped in a scent so intoxicating that he knew it would be the death of him.
Nothing compared to this. Nothing in the known universe felt half as good or sent his senses spinning so thoroughly out of control. He was courting Rage, and he knew it, but the threat of losing control over that side of himself wasn’t enough to make him stop.
Lissa’s small body under his was a well of endless softly and constant twitches that stroked and caressed him, urging him deeper, urging him to take her harder, begging him for more. And he was ready to give it.
He pounded into her, giving her exactly what her gaspy little cries begged him for. She grabbed the bedding with both hands, burying her face in the thin blanket, and he swatted her ass again, spanking rapidly back and forth without stopping, punishing her for the sin of trying to hide her cries from him.
Grabbing her hair, he forced her head up and pumped her pussy until the sheath of her body erupted in another of those long-shuddering spasms that made every muscle tighten and shake. She shouted at the start, but bit back the rest until the sound squashed itself into a low groan.
He liked that sound too.
Bruwes slammed in and out of her, breathing the scent, her luscious body bathed in the same shade of dangerous red that he had lost himself in only once before. He pulled at her hair, though it was the softness of her throat his fingers ached to grip, forcing her head back until her cries were aimed at the ceiling. He loved the sound of them, the forlorn, helpless, lust-filled cries, so shamelessly given.
The eruption of his useless spending locked his hips into one last, brutal thrust, and then he just froze. Pleasure tumbled through him, helped along by the milking twitches of her sex as she grudgingly relaxed beneath him.
