Free Amazon Slave by Lisette Ashton Page B

to begin, honey?’ he asked.
    Laura nodded cheerfully. She took the cane from his hand and tested it through the air. Again, Dawn flinched from the sound. The clipper jostled on the waves, veering ever so slightly to starboard. The captain and his wife laughed happily together.
    Vincent knew the game they were planning. He could not suppress his own smile as he watched them prepare. It was a simple game, one of the typical challenges that the pair gave one another. Dawn was tied to the wheel, effectively in charge of the boat’s direction. Her every movement affected the course of the Amazon Maiden , and she was the crux of the captain’s challenge.
    Captain Wilde stood on the port side of the boat, Laura was starboard. They were each intending to beat, caress, tease and arouse Dawn as she stood at the controls. If she veered the vessel towards the port shore, Captain Wilde was the winner of the challenge. Laura won if the vessel headed towards starboard.
    Vincent had already been the centrepiece of this particular game, and he knew perfectly well what Dawn could expect. He smiled indulgently at her naked body, envying her the good fortune of being used by the pair.
    ‘I’m ready when you are,’ Laura told her husband. She smiled fondly at him. ‘Are you going to begin the proceedings as Captain Nasty?’
    He laughed indulgently. ‘It is my turn,’ he reminded her. ‘You started off as Madame Whiplash the last time we played this.’
    Laura smiled broadly and returned the cane to him.
    Vincent nodded in rueful agreement. The couple were great game players and adhered to their own rules with a meticulous eye for detail that bordered on being pedantic. Whenever the two had a victim tied to the wheel, they each had to adopt an opposite role. If Captain Wilde was being his usual tyrannical self, Laura had to be all sweetness and light. Similarly, if Laura was playing at being the cruel vindictive bitch, Captain Wilde had to treat the slave with gentleness and cordiality.
    Vincent could not see the point to their challenges. He did not know if they had money or forfeits wagered on the outcome. He simply knew that the couple extracted every last gram of pleasure from the games. Thinking practically, he supposed that was enough for them. The couple continually invented new contests for one another, Dawn and he had been piggy-in-the-middle for most of them.
    ‘What’s our heading, Vincent,’ Captain Wilde called gruffly.
    Vincent checked the pilothouse console and quickly noted the readings on the dials. ‘Southward bound at eight knots, Captain,’ he replied.
    Laura grinned at her husband.
    The captain smiled back. He raised his cane and brought it down against Dawn’s left buttock. The slap of the wood against her bare flesh cracked across the deck.
    Dawn gasped as the red hot wire of pain tore into her.
    Captain Wilde delivered a second blow, harder and closer to the warm cleft between her legs.
    Dawn shivered but remained still. The boat ploughed evenly through the gentle flowing waters of the Amazon without veering to either side.
    Standing close, Laura smiled fondly at Dawn. She placed a hand on the woman’s right breast and gently stroked the orb with the tips of her fingers. Teasing the hardened nub of her nipple, she toyed with the silver ring of metal that pierced the flesh.
    Dawn’s breath deepened. She half-turned to face Laura, an expectant expression pouting her lips.
    The captain’s cane burned sharply against her bare backside. Dawn stiffened uncomfortably.
    ‘Eyes towards the prow, woman,’ he growled angrily. ‘You’re at the helm, remember.’
    Dawn straightened awkwardly, the movement made difficult because of her tethered limbs.
    Laura moved her fingers from the woman’s breast and placed her mouth there. Teasing the nipple gently, she inspired soft moans and sighs of appreciation with delicate flicks of her tongue.
    From his position in the pilothouse, Vincent smiled at Dawn’s