Page 12 of Paid to the Pirate

Smack –another blow landed high on my rear, crossing over previous marks.

“Might as well drop the act. It won’t save you.”

More tears streaked my cheeks. I prayed Colt’s arm would miraculously tire before he bruised my rear black and blue, or worse -- broke skin.

Crack,and I shrieked.

Yet I would have to break apart physically because I refused to drop my act. There was no other way to end this. In the battle of wills, we were at a stalemate. My backside paid the price until… until, what? He belted the flesh clear off my bones?

Colt wouldn’t relent. God, this beast of a man wouldn’t stop until he’d broken me.

Crack.I freely sobbed my agony to anyone within earshot.

Colt was too powerful. Too unyielding. Strapping me over his bed. Cruel, just like his name.

Another lash fell and the tip whipped in between my unprotected buttocks to sensitive, forbidden flesh within.

And yet, this wasn’t the same cruelty doled out to insubordinate crew. This was a strange, intimate cruelty just for me. A woman.

Such a funny thought. Such a funny feeling at the thought.

A woman…hiswoman? But no, he wasn’t familiar with me in that sense. Yet he must have abused me in an intimate manner before. Possibly even stolen a kiss or had been close to it.

What would it be like to kiss him back? To run my hands through his thick, dark head of hair?What an absurd thought to have at a time like this.Why would I imagine kissing a man who strapped me?

I pictured Colt’s strong arms rising and falling. The muscles in his back rippling with the effort. All that power being used to punish me in a manner somewhere between wayward child and headstrong woman.

Too intimate. Too powerful.

Large hands to punish… or to please.

Smack --another fierce bite of leather against my bare, helpless skin. This time, after I cried, I groaned.

Moaned.

Panted.

My mind clouded with a pleasant fog and I realized my hips were canting, though I couldn’t say how long they’d been doing it. My sex swelled further with that strange sensation ofneed.Something tantalizing built inside me, demanding I seek it, chase it. I ground my hips faster against the bed’s edge.

It wasn’t quite right, I needed something more. Harder. But my hands were tied and I’d have to make do because the feeling ordered me to heed its call, like a master possessing a servant. And I obeyed.

“Oh God, help me,”I babbled half-consciously, terrified of moving forward in this diabolic possession, yet unable to retreat. The intensity grew to a crescendo and my hips bucked more frantically as I chased, as I needed… release… now --

--Yes!There it was. Indescribable bliss washed over me as I moaned and writhed a lewd dance against the mattress. My heart raced and an ocean roared in my ears so that I could see and hear nothing beyond the rapture.

In the midst of my madness, I had the bizarre thought.

It was as if I touched heaven. Colt led me to heaven… through hell.

When my breathing slowed, the realization that I’d just done something mortifying in front of the strange pirate captain gradually dawned on me. I didn’t know why I cared. Fierce shame coursed through me, yet I feared Colt too much to snap my legs shut. I tried freeing my wrists but it did nothing other than earn me more scratches.

He’d stopped belting me. Since when? I searched my foggy brain but couldn’t remember when I’d last felt the burn of a leather stroke.

Oh God, what had happened? Had he watched?

Dead silence behind me.

Colt wasn’t moving. I couldn’t even hear him breathing.

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