Page 59 of The Captain's Bounty
“Tell me you want this, or I may stop.”
God, no.
She grabbed his wrist, afraid he might actually pull his hand back, leaving her to wither on the edge of coming. His eyes narrowed, that knowing curl of his smile growing before he tore his wrist from her grasp. Grabbing her forearm instead, he flipped her over.
She yelped, the sharp pinch of discomfort as he twisted her arm up behind her back nowhere near painful enough to warrant the volume of her cry. It surprised her more than it hurt, but theeroticism of it kicked another notch higher when he straddled her thighs. He shoved the hem of her shirt up to the small of her back, baring her ass to the caressing squeeze of his hand.
And did she push her ass up? She refused to admit to that little wiggle. Her legs were trembling, that was all. She was not consciously presenting him with a target, hoping he’d strike… holding her breath…
If she wasn’t so aroused, she’d be appalled by her body’s betrayal.
She buried her face in the rumpled sheets of the bed, closing her eyes against the mortification that hit her when every squeeze of his hand spread her bottom cheeks apart, giving him clear sight to every hidden part between her legs.
“Nice,” he said again, deep voice lowering into a husky growl. “So wet. You shine in the light.”
His fingers dipped into her from behind, sinking into her sheath, playing in her wetness, smearing it along her sopping wet slit and spreading it up between her cheeks. She shivered, her whole body reacting as she felt him circling the puckered rim of her anus.
“I am not your first,” she whispered, her legs quaking with anticipation. “There is just no way you haven’t hadsomeexperience.”
His thumb circled her once, then lined up with that forbidden entrance and pushed, slowly working his way inside her.
“You would say this to me? As an archeologist?” Now he tsked, stroking up against an entirely unknown cluster of nerves as he did so, bringing pleasure like lightning sparking through her body. “I should have thought you, of all people, would understand that one can know quite a lot about things one has not personally experienced. And space-faring gives one a great deal of time to… think.”
Her breath caught, that slight pinch as his thumb invaded the tight ring of muscle trying to keep him out little more than a whimper of burning discomfort that died quickly under the wave of pleasure that accompanied the gentle in and out thrust as he fucked her bottom.
“I have thought about many things over the course of my life. Now I have you, and I am no longer hampered by merely thinking about them. Now, I can do real… What is the phrase?Hands-onresearch.”
He pushed his thumb as deep into her as he could, twisting with such exquisite mastery that she found herself arching her bottom up, tilting her hips back to give him greater access to anything he wanted. Because she wanted it too. She shouldn’t, but she did.
There were so many good reasons to run from this, but really, where did she have to run to? With him, without him, she would be just as hunted. Only worse, she had never had to run before. She’d never had to hide herself. She’d never had to try to survive with nothing and no one to depend on. No money, no resources, no anything.
If she tried to go her own way now, she would be captured, enslaved, executed, or simply killed by her own ignorance and vulnerability within the month.
Any or all of which could also happen if she stayed with him, but at least with him, she had a chance. More than that, though, with him she wouldn’t have to spend the rest of her life missing him, remembering the easy way with which he’d mastered her body, wondering if she’d walked away from the equivalent of a hot planet-side fling or the love of her life.
Withdrawing his thumb, he smacked her bottom. “Ass up,” he said briskly. She heard the click of his belt buckle coming undone and tug of his fly as he unfastened his pants. The pressure of his weight on the backs of her thighs lifted, lettingher scramble onto her knees and push her hips back, offering up her ass for him to do as he liked.
As they both would like.
Her breath caught as she felt his cock prod between her thighs and along the pulsing seam of her sex. Her exhale was a sigh of intense relief as he invaded her slick body, forcing her to open to his penetrating thrust, taking her with such slow, exquisite torment that it was all she could do not to impale herself upon him, forcing him to take her faster, deeper, until all she could feel was how full he made her.
He took her hips in his hands, holding her steady, forcing her to be still and simply accept what he gave her. She wanted more with painful desperation, but he was quick to smack her naked bottom if she tried to take what he wasn’t ready to let her have. And with every smack, the pleasure flew higher, hotter.
She moaned with it, her hands tightening into fists in the loose folds of the bedding as he took her, driving her to soar on waves of pleasure so intense all she could feel was herself going higher. She’d never survive the inevitable fall.
And yet, the fall truly was inevitable. Apart from phenomenal chemistry, what did they have, because it certainly wasn’t a relationship. Well actually, captor/captive was akindof relationship, just not a healthy one.
But it was the one that made her clit spark and her pussy spasm. It was the one that arched her back until his hand slid up her spine to fist in the tangles of her hair, pulling her head back while he drove his cock into her harder.
He made her come like no one and nothing she had ever known before. He made her feel alive in ways that only felt possible when he was driving this deep. She loved the way he felt when he stiffened above her, pulling her back into his final thrust and releasing himself inside her.
Bending, he nipped and then kissed her shoulder, the side of her neck, and ended with the lobe of her ear. “Sleep. I will bring you food, presuming I can find something edible on this ship.”
He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling alone in ways that had nothing to do with the parting of their bodies. She watched as he dressed. She watched as he left without so much as a backwards look.
She had no idea what she was going to do, but she did know this: she couldn’t stay here, on this ship, with Bruwes. She had to get distance between them before he became something to her too painful to be parted from, especially when she already knew she would never be anything more to him than a bounty he might or might not regret never collecting on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
