Page 36 of The Captain's Bounty
That was a double-edge question if she’d ever heard one, and she’d much rather have been stabbed than to be laying here right now, in this vulnerable position, with nothing that she could sayto counter him. He wasn’t interested in anything she had to say. If he was, he’d have taken her gag off.
As if he could read her mind, he took her gag off.
She licked her lips, especially in the corners where the gag had cut in a bit. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do any of that.”
“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded. “Say, I wasn’t paying attention.”
She shook her head. “But I?—”
But she, what? She was paying absolutely one-hundred-percent attention, it’s just she had an alien being inside her that made her do things?She’dspank her for an answer like that.
Lissa wilted. “I-I wasn’t paying attention.”
Whatever he did now, surely it had to be better than admitting she needed more spanking.
That was her thought, right up until he slipped his caressing hand up along the slit of her pussy, into the crack of her ass, and pressed his finger against her backhole. It was going in before she could catch a sharp breath.
She squeaked, then shouted as the unexpected pinch of being entered like that rose into a sharp pain. Real pain this time.
Her hands grabbed at empty air behind her back. She would have reached for him, except she already knew that wasn’t going to help her. Resistance only led to more punishment.
“Look at me,” he said.
She groaned, trying so hard not to writhe her hips. The last thing she wanted was to look at the man who had his finger in her bottom. But his insistence was stronger than her embarrassment or arousal.
Craning her neck, she stole a peek at him over her shoulder. His eyes were startlingly red. She wasn’t a grand master at keeping her expressions hidden and that was just unnerving enough that she quickly buried her face in the bedding again.
“Is it going to take two fingers for you to obey, or the whole fucking fist?” he threatened. “Look at me.”
Her stomach was melting, the warmth like blossoms that kept opening up inside her only to get caught up in the heat and swirl away, drawn as it dissolved down into her pulsating clit. Her breath catching, she made herself look at him again.
“This is what you do to me,” he told her, easing up on top of both her and the bed. Straddling her legs, he rocked his hips, ever so slightly rubbing the solid bulge of his cock against the soft curve of her ass. “You need to stop now.”
The scrape of his pants pushing into her coupled with his finger, slowly beginning to thrust inside her were beyond wonderful. She could have closed her eyes, drunk the intoxicating pleasure into her, and happily let him ride her all over again, except for what he said. She needed to stop? She wasn’t the one grinding on him. She wasn’t the one with a finger stuck up his ass, either. She wasn’t doing anything to him except existing in his presence because she had no choice. She was his captive! He didn’t get to blame her for that!
“I don’t understand.” She looked up and was instantly caught by his gaze, his midnight pupils surrounded by bloody redness instead of white. “What happened to your eyes?”
“You.” His hand in her hair gentled, relaxing as he lowered his face into the soft tresses. She could feel the expansion of his body as he breathed her in, and caressing strokes as he rubbed her hair against his cheek… his lips. His voice lowered, growing husky in ways that shivered every eager nerve in her body. “You do this to me.” His mouth lowered from her hair to the nape of her neck, a kiss that brushed lightly across her skin but shivered through her entire body. “You need to stop filling the air with your mating scent every time I walk in the room.”
“M-my mating scent?” She’d have rolled over, she was so surprised. “Mymatingscent? You think I’m aroused byyou?”
His finger was still in her, and she was definitely aroused. Her face flushed with hot indignation, but there was no squirming away. Bound as she still was, all she could do was lie where he held her pinned down, his finger in her ass, and his red eyes boring into her from above. “This isn’t fun for me, no matter what you think,” she told him fiercely and did not concern herself with whether or not it was true. “You don’t like it, walk away! I’m not a member of your crew, or a stowaway, or a hitchhiker, remember? You kidnapped me!”
He growled, the heat of his breath billowing warmth between her shoulder blades. “I don’t want you,” he said, but grudgingly. As if he were trying to make himself believe it. “Stop compelling me.”
“I don’t want you either,” she spat, angry with herself for feeling this rejected and all while he was heightening her arousal. With every grind of his cock, every slow thrust of his finger inside her, the shocking jolt of his tongue as he traced up her spine from shoulders to neck. The sharpness of his teeth nipped and her pussy flowed in response.
Yanking her head all the way back, he caught the lobe of her ear between his sharp teeth, nipping again, winning another gasp from her. “You are making this harder.”
“Says the man with his finger up my ass!” Her protest would have been more believable if only she weren’t panting.
The being inside laughed; Bruwes grudgingly let her go. He almost buried his face in her hair again, but with one last glare aimed at her head, he shoved himself away from her and the bed both.
She regretted the instant separation when his finger left her. She regretted even more when he walked away, disappearing into the bathroom only to re-emerge a minute later, wiping his hands on a towel.
Sitting at the small table, he lay the towel across his thigh.
“Come,” he said tersely, straightening the dishes in front of him. “Eat.”
