Page 31 of Paid to the Pirate

“Settle down. Keep fighting me and this will continue longer than I’d originally intended.”

Gritting my teeth, I huffed through my nose as I determined to endure.

“That’s a good girl,” Colt mocked, boldly running his finger down the crevice between my bottom and making me shudder before he laid another hard smack on my rear.

I yelped, but he did it again -- this time smacking me several times where my arse met my thighs, then letting his fingertips gently graze the lips of my sex. The bewildering onslaught of pain and pleasure continued -- I’d suffer several harsh blows, only to be plunged into a state of confused desire when Colt would pause and touch me intimately. Before I had time to do more than sigh at the sensation, he’d resume his discipline. The strength of his blows increased, leaving me panting, turning my rear red, I was sure. Colt’s caresses were never enough; he never even inserted a finger inside me. But they kept my head spinning, kept me wanting more. It almost was a reward, like he spoke to me.

Take a few more spanks, Charlotte. There now, I know it hurts. But look at what a good girl you’ve been. You can have the brush of my fingers against your swollen pussy lips. Such a good girl. Doesn’t that feel nice?

The only thing more humiliating than arching my back to give Colt better access was the fact that he ignored it, choosing only to grace me with the barest of caresses.

Colt ended my spanking with his hardest blows yet, once again on the sensitive area where I sat down.

It wasn’t my cries that had alerted the crew, I knew. I was able to keep them to muted whimpers throughout the spanking. It was the loud slap of Colt’s palm against my skin. Any passerby would have heard it and known what he was doing.

I was mortified.

Released, I sprang upright. Tears welled in my eyes, though not as much from the pain as they were from the frustration at being helpless. Being punished. Being molested.Liking it.I didn’t know what to do with my rage and excitement but it needed release.

“You shame me!” I shouted at Colt.

He was taken aback. Perhaps he’d expected contrition. Perhaps I should have shown it, given recent events.

“I shame you?” Dangerously low, he snarled the words from clenched teeth. “I shame you?” Louder now. Colt slammed his fist on the wooden table. “And how about how you shamedme?”

I watched the skin on his knuckles stretch and whiten as his fist tightened. “You steal from me, you murder Maurice, and you escape in the middle of the night -- right under my nose to make a fool of me for all the crew to see?” Colt threw his head back, laughing.

Murder. There it was again. I would never do that. Theremustbe a misunderstanding.

Wary, I stepped backwards. My head spun to make sense of his words but I couldn’t concentrate with the impending threat.

“I shame you?” Colt repeated, voice dripping with sarcasm. I squealed as he closed the distance between us and grabbed my arm hard enough to hurt. “Lady Charlotte, I haven’t even begun to shame you yet.”

“Wait, stop!” I shouted, as Colt kicked the galley door and dragged me through the narrow hall and back to his cabin. I had the feeling he would have thrown me over his shoulder, had the ceiling permitted room. Stumbling after him, I was forced to scurry or fall, and by his painful yank I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to drag me the rest of the way.

“Colt, stop, please!” I cried. He’d never been so rough with me before. Even the first time when his anger practically exuded from his skin and shot right out from his dark eyes, he didn’t manhandle me with such violence.

Had I truly done something so horrible as to warrant this treatment? I couldn’t have murdered anyone. No, there must be a mistake or a reasonable explanation.

Colt slammed the door behind us and wasted no time forcing me onto the bed. Once again, I didn’t want to scream and announce my predicament to the entire ship, but I couldn’t help my pleading.

“Just stop for a moment, please!”

Colt ignored me. He was like a beast in those moments, incapable of reason. Colt grabbed rope, and, using his superior size and strength, pinned me to the bed. I thought I couldn’t be any more panicked than when he tied my wrists to the posts, but of course he didn’t stop there.

Ignoring my protests, Colt shoved my skirt to my waist, baring me.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

While I thrashed on the bed, he foundmorerope. Bloody rope was one thing this ship was never short of.

Though this surely wasn’t its intended use.

Sheer terror washed over me as Colt seized one of my thighs and wrenched it wide. Encircling my tender flesh with the course rope, he spread me, tying the rope to the same post restraining my arms. Colt yanked my left thigh wide and repeated the humiliating process.

I squeezed my eyes shut while Colt inserted himself between my legs, pinned wide like a butterfly on a board. Nothing was hidden from his view; no ladylike modesty remained.Staring.I couldfeelhis hot gaze on my sex, searing me like a brand in my most intimate folds.

He’d succeeded; shamed me as he said he would, and with only a glare. What was his fascination with what lay between my legs? Agonizing seconds crawled by. I couldn’t stop myself from sniveling and I didn’t care.You won, see? Brought me low, shamed me. Now please, let me up.

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