bottom, pulling her even closer as he worked
his hips, grinding his hard cock against her. “Get ready, little prisoner. I
have no mercy on my captives.”
She tilted her chin up. It wasn’t quite what she hoped as it
gave her an eye lock with him, but… “Indeed!” She tossed her head and put on
what she hoped was a haughty air. “Unhand me! How dare you so threaten me! My
Father, the Royal Governor, will have you hung from the yard-arm!” What ever a
yard-arm was.
Black Jack’s hand eased up to cup her breast. The pressure
made her gasp. “He and his ships have been after me for ten years, Missy. My
ship is faster than the fastest frigate, and sweeting, do you think he will
fire on me while I have you aboard? There’s nothing he or you can do!”
“No!” She tried to pull away, but only succeeded in getting
herself pressed against the counter top. She leaned back, but he grabbed her
shoulders and yanked her close. His face was so near to hers she felt his
breath, just for a second until his mouth closed down.
It was a hard kiss, his lips forcing hers apart as she
fought his grasp. Her attempts only served to press herself closer to him. A
knee came between hers, his breeches rubbing against her skin as her skirt fell
open. His tongue forced between her lips, and met hers, gently, caressing,
teasing with a promise of more, until she whimpered, and he broke the kiss. He
was gloating as he looked down at her, “Like it don’t you, little prisoner?
Open those legs wider, get ready for Black Jack’s cock in yer lovely cunny!”
“Indeed, Sir, you presume too much!”
His wild laugh made her toes curl. Thank heaven it was only
a game. “I have not presumed enough, little one. Seems you need to learn who is
master on this ship.”
“A saucy pirate. An impudent rogue. A brigand who presumes
too much.”
His eyebrows almost met as he scowled. “And the captain who
has you in his power! Never forget that.” His roar sent a cold thrill down her
back. In real life it would be terrifying, but now…”
“Why should I remember?” She was pissing him off royally,
but why not? It was play, wasn’t it?
“This is why!” He grabbed her by the wrist, dragged her over
to the table, and spun her around, flattening her face down on the table top.
Her nose was just inches from her coffee mug, and the pile of silk scarves.
“This will help you remember!” Before he stopped speaking his hand came down on
her ass. She yelped, more from shock than hurt. Her ass throbbed a little, that
was all. Immediately he spanked the other side, then back and forth, just hard
enough to send offended thrills coursing through her body. This was terrible,
wonderful and exciting, but why was she letting him do this to her? She tried
to wriggle out of his hold but a hissed, “Be still or I’ll use my belt!” had
her lying still while he landed anther couple of hard swats to her sore rump.
She was panting as he pulled her upright and turned her to
face him. “Are you in my power?”
“Yes!” The tremor in her voice wasn’t put on.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Captain, sir!” What was the right answer?
“Captain, will suffice.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Are you my prisoner?”
“Yes, Captain!”
“Will you obey me or risk punishment?”
“Yes, I’ll obey you Captain!” In real life this would be
hell, but his hands grasping her upper arms, and the little shakes as he fired
his questions, stirred unexpected emotions. She was scared, but thrilled deep
inside. She wanted to obey him. Wanted to be ordered. Wanted to be coerced. As
he released his grip, without pausing to think she fell to her knees at his
feet. As she bowed her head, a feeling of utter peace, and wild excitement flooded
her mind. All she could see were the polished toes of his black boots, but she
felt his personality and presence, like an enveloping joy.
Her breath quickened and her chest heaved as she waited,
with no idea why she was on her knees, but