Page 96 of Paid to the Pirate

I nearly jumped out of my skin when he laid a warm hand upon the lower half of my right globe.

It felt… confusing. My body ran hot and cold at once, making me sweat. His hand moved, stroking higher, and my heart raced upwards with it. Then Colt’s strong hand shifted, running downwards, but my pulse didn’t slide down along with it. Everything around the room faded into insignificance -- everything but Colt’s intrusive hand on my unwilling rear.

If I was unwilling, why didn’t I want him to move it?

I did. I did. I was just… scared into silence.

“Get your bloody hands off me,” I snarled, to confirm what I knew to be true, but my voice sounded heavy with need.

Or did it?

Colt’s hand immediately disappeared and a part of me twinged with regret that he didn’t fight it. Because I wanted to fight him… not for any other reason.

“I’m going to spank you,” Colt said, voice raising at the end.

I froze. Why was he almost asking, like a question? He’d never done so before. I was shocked into stillness as I lay over his strong thighs.

It’s a trick,I thought.Some game he’s playing.

Well then, I could play right back.

“Go ahead,” I challenged, softly. My voice cracked midway. Where had all the air in the room gone? “Do your worst.”

Had I played my cards right? Because Colt did spank me, but he didn’t do his worst, as I’d goaded. The spanking was long and hard, but he didn’t use his belt. He didn’t scold or admonish. No sound filled the cabin other than his smacks and my cries.

Or those other sounds I made. The ones that sounded like gasp-y little moans.

He’s onto me,I worried.Why else didn’t he punish me harder?

When it was over, Colt drew me up to sit in his lap again, like the first time. Except it was nothing like the first time. In fact, something was very different than the other times he’d spanked me. The air between us seemed to pulse. My stomach felt funny. Warm. The area between my legs grew hot. And my lips were curiously full. The more Colt’s eyes flicked down to them the more they tingled.

I had the unbelievable thought that Colt was going to… kiss me?

It was with sincerity that I spit in his face and slapped it as hard as I could.

Unbelievably, Colt didn’t toss me back over his legs. He simplytook it,staring at me.

Was nothing I did this night going to earn me the belt?

Desperate, I began screaming. I jumped off Colt’s lap and, yanking up my breeches, threw what must have looked like the tantrum of the century.

“I hate you!” I shouted, knocking glasses, maps, and important documents from Colt’s desk.

He stood, calmly.

I kicked over chairs. I raged loudly enough for the men to hear, to force Colt’s hand. And still he didn’t threaten the belt.

I spied his small library and reached for a book. His favorite. That got his attention.

“Charlie, put that down,” Colt ordered, brow furrowed in confusion. “Do youwantme to belt you?”

In response, I smiled. Opened the book. And tore out the pages, ruining it forever.

Colt was on me in an instant. Within what felt like two seconds I was back over his knee with arse bared to his view and the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

“You want a good spanking, I’ll oblige,” he declared. But his voice wasn’t full of anger, as I’d expected. He sounded… satisfied. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” The first lick of the belt made me scream, made me reconsider my entire plan. “But whatever it is, I’ll beat it out.”

Colt, a man of his word, tried his best. Had my tantrum been genuine, I’d have been a very repentant girl by the end of Colt’s lesson. My face was soaked with tears. I wouldn’t sit down for a week.

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