Page 36 of The Pirate's Daughter

“Mia not get up,” Mr. Hong told him, like Devin didn’t know this already. “No good lay in bed. Not happy, all the timesleep.”

“Who says she spends all the time in bed asleep?” Devin said. Hong gasped so loud Mia thought him to be scandalized. “Out with you now. The rain is letting up. We might get underwaysoon.”

Mr. Hong went out chattering about how husbands shouldn’t show their first wife so much attention or when he tried to take a second there’d be trouble. Not that Devin understood the man. Chinese was one of the harder languages to learn, like Arabic. But Mia had a knack for them. She’d just listen long enough and the words and meanings came toher.

“All right, Mia,” Devin said as he approached the bed. “Time to get up. I don’t think the crew believes you to be living and I’m not sure they aren’t ready to keel haul me for your murder. You’ll get up and wash,” he said and pointed to the buckets, “And you’ll dine with the officerstonight.”

“Devin, no,” Mia cried. “No, I can’t. Devin, Ican’t.”

“You can, and you will,” he said yanking the cover from her. She saw him grimace when his eyes fell on her ass, but he’d seen the damage several timesalready.

“Devin, no. I can’t even sit. Please leave mebe.”

“No. You can sit. It might be uncomfortable, but you’ll do it.” He reached out and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs off the bed, he let go and snagged her arms before she could roll away. When she was sitting up, Devin put pressure on her shoulders. It took a little force, but he finally caused her to hiss in pain. “See, you cansit.”

“On a soft bed, Devin. Not a hard chair.” She didn't resist when he pulled her to her feet and into hisembrace.

“We’ll see, Mia mine. We'll see.” His hand brushed down her back and over the curve of her ass. This time when the tender flesh was aggravated with pressure from his hand Mia let a moan slip. The pain pulsed through her differently, causing heat to swirl in her body and her legs to feel weak. Devin wrapped his other arm around her to lend support as he continued to rub and squeeze her ass. “If you're a good girl, Mia,” he spoke against her ear. “We'll try something new tonight.” He rubbed a little harder and Mia squeezed her thighs together to ward off the ache he caused between her legs. “We'll see if we can make Mia happy,aye?”

“Aye, Captain,” she moaned and pushed back into histouch.

“Mia,” he chided and pressed his thumb into a peculiarly tender spot until she hissed and pulled away. “Say myname.”

“Devin,” she whispered and was rewarded with the right kind of touch, the rightpain.

“I do love hearing my name on your lips,” he said and kissed her cheek. “Come now or we'll be late forsupper.”

“Oh, Devin.” She pouted, but the look on his face propelled her towards thebuckets.

The washing felt good and for all of Devin's interruptions it was done before the water cooled. The rain abated and someone kindly, discreetly provided a cushion for her chair, without Devin’s notice. The meal and the company were good. No one spoke of anything more controversial than the weather and fishing in it. And when good nights were had, Mia thought she was ready to leave and spend the evening enjoying whatever her husband had in mind. Shethoughtshe was. But what came when Devin closed their cabin door, plunged her into a depth of pleasures and pains she didn't knowexisted.

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Devin closedthe door and slid the lock, then turned to see Mia crossing to the table he’d brought in to give her a place for some of her things. It was quite small and being so hastily affixed to the wall it was also crooked. But Mia was competent on a ship and didn’t leave things unsecured. It was where she’d toss things temporarily as she was doing now with the hairpins used to bind up her beautifultresses.

He watched a moment more before crossing to stand behind her. He said nothing and held his hands still until she turned to look over her shoulder at him. Before she could say anything he reached around, took a fist full of hair in his hand and forced her to turn. Mia yelped, but given how fast the tide of passion rose in her eyes he knew it was surprise more than pain. He pulled her hair more, causing her to gasp, then covered her mouth withhis.

Mia’s whimper turned into a moan and her tongue was in his mouth before he could act to invade hers. Mia’s fingers curled into his shoulders and as she often did she pressed her body against his, lifting on her toes as much as she could to align them just right. She was working to direct him, as she often did, and as he usually allowed because he’d been assessing her preferences. But he was reasonably sure he knew what she liked and he knew regardless he could bring her toclimax.

Increasing his grip, he jerked Mia’s head back, breaking the kiss. Mia cried out and tried to lean in again. When he tugged her back she paused long enough to catch his expression and the curiosity he saw written on her face only fired his lust more. Any other woman, not being paid, would be crying in fear. His little pirate rose without hesitation to hischallenge.

“Mia,” he said her name and seeing the wry smile on her lips knew her answer. She’d be willing to try whatever he might have in mind. Devin didn’t wait. Keeping his hold on her hair he directed her to the large table. Positioning himself behind her he forced her down then pressed up against her. She cried out as he pushed into her tender ass. “Naughty Mia,” he said letting go of her hair to set his hands on either of her hips. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you used a cushion tonight?” She gasped and he chuckled. “Such a naughty girl. Sitting on it,” he said while pushing against her ass more, “sets the lesson.” She gasped then groaned and Devin stepped to the side and began gathering up the skirts of her dress. “But I know another way to insure youbehave.”

“Captain?” Now he heard a sliver of concern in hervoice.

“Ah-ah, Mia,” he warned as he shoved the skirts away, exposing her drawers. “Use my name, Mia.” He slid his fingers between the folds of material and then down the curve of herbottom.

“Devin.” His name came out on the sweetest moan he’d everheard.

“Such a good girl, Mia,” he told her and pushed two fingers into her. At this for only a few minutes, his wife burned with her need. She was so wet and ready and he’d only begun. Perhaps he needed to take the edge off. He had no intention of rushing through tonight. Placing his left hand between her shoulders to hold her in place he began pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. Mia flailed a moment, maybe uncertain of what he was doing, but in the next instant she grabbed the table edge so hard her knuckles turned white. Devin added a third finger and pushed in deeper. Three more strokes and Mia’s body clamped down and went stiff. She cried out and slumped over the table,panting.

Devin eased his strokes, but didn’t stop completely. Mia’s satisfied purr reached his ears telling him she was ready to be worked up again. “Stay,” he commanded as he lifted his hand from her back and reached for the ties holding the under garment in place. The flimsy thing fell to the floor and Mia’s entire backside was on display. He eased his fingers from her and set both his palms on her seat. Mia whimpered; she was still quite tender. Given how her sex continued to weep with her want, he didn’t think she disliked his touch. Stroking his hand downward he pressed his thumb into one of the dark marks. Her harsh moan rolled out and she clutched the table edge even as she pushed back into him. “Poor, Mia,” Devin cooed, “you didn’t like getting a spanking,” he said as she shook her head. “But you like this,” he pushed his thumb against the spot again, “don’tyou?”

“Devin,” she breathed, pressing backmore.

“Is it too soon, Mia? Should I wait? Make sure you’re well lessoned?” He eased off and leanedback.

“No,” Mia cried out, lifting up and looking back athim.

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