Page 55 of Paid to the Pirate

Looking down, Colt stroked my face. “Can’t lie when your mouth is stuffed with my cock, can you?”

He’s punishing me,I realized.Not just for escaping but for the past. Would he ever forgive whatever I’d done?

Slowly, painfully slowly, Colt backed up. I looked up at him imploringly, tears welling in my eyes.

Please.

“One more time, my darling whore,” he said with such loving cruelty, I didn’t know what to make of it. I whimpered around his erection and the next moment, he rammed his cock to the fullest again, poking the back of my throat and making me panic. I pulled fruitlessly against the rope and tried moving my head, but he held it too tightly.

“A cock in your mouth is a sure-fire way to stop your lies, isn’t it?” Tears leaked and several agonizing seconds passed before Colt withdrew his engorged member at a painfully slow pace. I gasped, trying to keep the snot from running down my nose but unable to stop the tears.

His violation hurt my throat. So why did my pussy ache?

I wasn’t given much recovery time as Colt began moving halfway in and out of my mouth. “Do penance with your tongue, Charlotte,” he said, “penance for all your lies.”

He didn’t thrust as deeply as before, but Colt was so large it was still difficult, at even a reduced depth.

What choice did I have?

No,I realized.I never once said the word no. I’d licked my lips in anticipation when he’d presented me with his rigid member.But even if I liked it, that didn’t mean it was easy. I sucked as commanded, to the best of my ability.The better you perform,I told myself,the faster he’ll finish.

Sure enough, Colt only lasted a few minutes, but when his body tightened, he once again strengthened his grip on the back of my head and shoved his cock further than I was comfortable of receiving. Lodged too deep, he released jets of warm, salty fluid down my throat.

My eyes widened at the taste.

“That’s a good whore,” Colt cooed, above me. “Swallow it all down.”

Despite my wet, throbbing pussy, I thought angrily,as if I have a choice.

Colt withdrew from my lips as the last of his salty fluid ran down my throat and coated my tongue.

To my surprise, Colt pulled up his breeches, retrieved a carafe of fresh water, and poured a glass. I was still on my knees when he pressed it to my lips. I drank, greedily and gratefully. I was further shocked when he grabbed his dirk and cut my bonds.

“Thank you,” I whispered vaguely, remembering his command before we began.

We can go back to the ship now,I thought with relief.And perhaps the ache between my legs will fade by the time we return.

“Onto the bed,” Colt said.

Quickly, I found my feet. “Why?”

“No more games, Lady Charlotte,” Colt rasped, stroking my face. “I’m taking you tonight.”

My eyes widened, searching his face for mercy, but none could be found.Yet if I wanted mercy… why didn’t I ask?

Instead, I parted my lips for his tongue when it descended. He kissed like he commanded, without question that orders would be obeyed. My heart pounded as he moved us toward the bed and laid me down without breaking our kiss.

Positioned flat on my back, I looked up at Colt, still disbelieving.

“You told me if I… did that to you, you wouldn’t… wouldn’t…”

“I lied,” he grinned. “Pirate, remember?”

“How can I trust a man like you!” I hurled the accusation that was not truly a question.

“Because you can trust that I know what’s best for you, even when it takes a lie to get there,” he said, lifting the skirts of my dress. “Because I’m only playing your game Charlotte. It’s always your game, isn’t it, making us your players?”

Before I could make sense of that, Colt asked, “Tell me, Lady Charlotte, is your cunt not dripping from the act of servicing me?”

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