Page 37 of The Pirate's Daughter

“Down,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and forcing her back over thetable.

“No, Devin,please.”

“No, of course not. I won’t punish you more Mia, I told you that, didn’t I?” He let go of her and reached for the cravat tied neatly around his neck. He pulled it off and gathered it between his hands, lifting it over her head in front of herface.

“Devin?” Mia called out as he covered her eyes and tied it securely behind herhead.

“No, harm, Mia. A little pain, perhaps, but no harm,” he said softly and waited. A moment later she nodded. “Stay,” he again commanded and moved to where he’d stored the wedding gift. Carrying the box to the table he openedit.

He’d almost fallen out of his chair when he first viewed the gift. And he’d not known if he should be offended by the utter inappropriateness. After all, the men who gave him this collection of finely crafted phalluses knew what they’d be used for and on who, and they all helped raised Mia, worked for her father, maybe for her. After considering who they were from, he chose to see the humor in it and then he decided to put them to use. So far, much of what he did to his wife was quite ordinary. With the exception of a change in positioning he didn’t suspect he’d done anything any normal man didn’t do with a more common kind ofwife.

Mia wasn’t common though. She had desires and passions that far exceeded most domestic women. Perhaps it was her association with the whores she knew on the docks. Seeing the commodore never discouraged her interaction with them, with anyone, it seemed. They found nothing wrong with sex and he might assume Mia was encouraged not to as well. Devin only guessed it was something more to do with her mother’s influence which caused any conflict in Mia, kept her from engaging in the act outside of marriage, making her think it was shameful if not done within the bonds. It was a complex matter and not one he cared to bother withtonight.

Removing one from the case, Devin examined it a bit before placing it against the lips of her pussy. Mia started, either at the cold or the hardness she felt. As soon as he began to rub at her sex with it, she relaxed. Once he’d coated it thoroughly with her own juices, he slipped it insideher.

She cried out and lift up, but he pushed her back down. “Devin?”

“It’s all right, Mia,” hesoothed.

“That’s not you,” she said and again tried to liftup.

“Stay. And no it’s not.” He pulled it back then pushed it in again. “Do you like how itfeels?”

He watched her worry at her lip with her teeth but she nodded. “Aye.”

“Good,” he said, reaching under her to set his fingers on her clit. Mia responded as he hoped. Grinding down at his touch and flexing her hips to meet the motion of the object he’dinserted.

“Devin,” she said then gasped. She rocked back to match the stroke then fumbled as she tried to grind down more on hisfingers.

“Not sure which you want?” he chuckled. “Let’s try something you haven’t been able to know.” He pulled the ivory cock from her then quickly rolled her over and lifted her to sit on the table. Still blindfolded the sudden movement startled her. Devin had her legs pushed wide, her feet on the table ledge and his head between her knees before she found her balance. She cried out and fell backwards on the table, catching herself on her arms as Devin covered her swollen nub with his mouth. He took a few minutes to enjoy the taste of her before he reinserted the mock prick. Mia’s reaction was bliss towatch.

It was impossible for him to give her both pleasures, a cock in her pussy and a tongue on her clit, at once. Now she could feel both and Devin kept up the attention until he sensed her climbing that wave. He allowed her to get right to the brink then stopped abruptly. Mia’s cry held so much distress he almost feltguilty.

“Soon, Mia,” he said, standing and tossing the piece back in the box. “Soon. But there is more. You mustwait.”

“Captain.” She pouted making himlaugh.

“Naughty. I’ll not be lured in by you, siren.” He did bend and place a kiss on her knee as he started stripping out of his own clothes. He paused to divest Mia of her shoes but nothing else. “Roll over, Mia,” he ordered. He saw the concern on her face. Blindfolded she didn’t know where the table edges were. “Roll over. Trust me.” With little hesitation she complied and Devin felt his chest tighten. She did trust him. How many men could say that about the woman in their life? What a precious gift. “Put your head on the table Mia. Come, you know the position I want youin.”

“Aye,” she said and giggled as she set her head down and lifted her ass high, spreading her knees as far as the edges of the surfaceallowed.

She enjoyed being taken this way, maybe more than she enjoyed it any other way. He was fonder of her on top, riding him. It was a conflict, but not one that mattered. He spent some time adjusting her dress again. Played his fingers over her stockings and admired the view of her ass framed by ribbon and lace and marked by hisdiscipline.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, as he bent and placed a kiss on the bruise he’d tortured earlier. “So beautiful and all mine.” He put his fingers against her pussy and stroked her until she moaned for him. “Let’s enjoy some more, Miamine.”

“Aye, Captain,” Mia said with a mischievoustone.

“Naughty,” he told her as he lifted yet another phallus from the collection. This one looked to be made of teak. It was larger and cut to a spiraling shape. “Say my name,Mia.”

“Devin.” Again, the way she said it made his cock throb. He set the tip at her entrance, not concerned she’d be able to accept it given the copious amount of fluid dripping down her inner thigh, and pushed it in. “Oh?” Mia shouted as he seated it to the hilt, then, “Oh.” Her long sigh followed her body relaxing againstit.

“Yes?”

“Aye.”

Again, he chuckled and paused to admire what he was looking at—his wife on her knees on a table with a wooden cock stretching her. Her clit so swollen it was a wonder it didn’t rupture. All his, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her ass. Mia’s moan only drove himon.

Lifting a finger, he softly touched her. He wanted to make this last, but he also knew he could bring her to climax several times. For what he wanted tonight, it might be best if he exhausted her so any resistance would be mild. Not that he really thought she’d resist. She trusted him. If she didn’t, he’d not press forward. Taking hold of the toy he pulled it back then pushed it in. He set into a steady even rhythm before starting his fingers agitating hernub.

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