Page 42 of Paid to the Pirate

I snuck glances at Colt’s face as I let my legs fall slightly open -- the only indication of my desires I could give.

Grasping one thigh, Colt spread my legs wider and I jumped a little as he inserted himself between them. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I wondered what exactly he’d do and how it would feel. He leaned his head down and the rough scrape of his beard against my sensitive, inner thighs made my eyelids flutter. I chanced a look at Colt and found him grinning with satisfaction.

“Lady Charlotte, do you realize you’ve soaked the bed?”

I nearly choked.

“You’re so wet, it’s dripping onto my linens.”

To prove his point, Colt ran his fingers through my folds, smearing my wetness, coaxing guttural moans from me. Spreading me wide, Colt flicked his tongue against my clit and I screamed at the astounding pleasure.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a reaction from you, Lady Charlotte,” Colt teased. “Is this the way to force you to reveal your secrets?”

Punctuating the question, he took my aching bud in his mouth and sucked. My legs fell wide and I melted into the bed with animalistic moans. My hands shook as I attempted to restrain them from grabbing Colt’s head and pressing him closer.

He pulled back and I whined.

“Tell me what I want to know, Charlotte,” he urged, lazily running a finger up and down my slit. His breath teased at the pleasure his mouth could bring. So close, but he denied me.

“Tell me everything.”

I needed him to continue, but I had nothing about the past to reveal.

“I… can’t,” I protested. “It’s too much.”

What you are doing is too much. And not enough.

“Then we’ll start easy,” Colt advised. “Start at the beginning. Tell me, were you planning to escape for months or was it a spur-of-the-moment decision? What happened that night, Charlotte?”

I thrashed my head side to side. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t handle it if he tortured me with his mouth the way he had with his fingers, bringing me closer but never allowing satisfaction. In my lust-filled haze, I thought I might actually die.

“Tell me what happened, Charlotte,” Colt softly implored. “Why did you leave?”

Colt’s tongue ran the length of my slit, then he stopped again. I wailed and broke.

“I had no plan!” I shouted, looking down at him with unrestrained longing. Colt searched my face wildly and asked, “What changed? What made you do it?”

“I – I… don’t know.”What could I possibly say that would sound plausible?

Colt’s tongue found my favorite spot once more, licking and sucking lewdly, sending me into bliss.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged. I couldn’t help it when my fingers wove into his hair -- a plea to continue.

“Tell me what made you leave,” Colt demanded between licks, his breath caressing my too-sensitive opening.

Desperate for him to continue, I cried, “You know very well! Don’t make me say it.”

“Because of… what I’d done? Or because of what happened between us that night?”

What had you done to me in the past?

“Both,” I moaned, unsure which was the better option.

I felt Colt’s warm breath on my sex once more as he sighed, sadly. “I’m sorry for everything, Charlotte.” He nuzzled my wet cunt with his nose, lewdly inhaling, and I shivered. “I’m so sorry. Let me show you how sorry I am.”

Without restraint, Colt dove into my sex, lapping and sucking. He slid two fingers inside me as delicious accompaniment to the ministrations with his tongue.

I cried like the whore I was.Colt’s whore.

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