Free The Pirate and the Feisty Maid-- Part One—At His Hand by Cali MacKay Page A

bend her to his will. And that if she
misbehaved, he knew it was so she’d not feel guilty about giving
him such control—even if it was what she truly wanted.
    Ronan cupped her face, and brushed a thumb
across her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment
as she tried not to lean against his palm. And then his touch was
gone. “Answer me, Molly. If ye’re testing me by trying my patience,
ye won’t be doing yerself any favors.”
    He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it
onto the chair, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut over the
muscles of his broad back. She then watched as he slowly rolled up
one sleeve, then the other, taking his time so that each moment
that passed left her mind racing through images of the punishment
she’d receive, her quim flexing in needy anticipation. His strong
jaw, tall and muscular build, those intelligent blue eyes and his
mere presence—they all worked together to have her breath hitching
and her heart racing, her love for him overwhelming.
    “Molly… have ye forgotten that I’m waiting?”
His lips quirked in a hint of a smile, as if he’d caught her pining
after him, the intensity of his keen gaze leaving her dizzy. “Let
me repeat myself, lest ye’ve forgotten my question, since it’s been
so long since I first asked it. Do ye misbehave because ye enjoy it
when I punish ye?”
    She knew not what to say, but knew she must
answer him, even if it was clear to everyone involved that she
broke the rules he set on purpose. Still, the words stuck in her
throat and she couldn’t bring herself to admit the truth behind her
actions. “No, m’lord. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you distress. I
hadn’t meant to.”
    “Ye ken I’ll not abide ye causing trouble.
Ye’ll still need to be punished, whether ye meant to disobey me or
not—and I do believe ye had every intention of doing just that,
since I don’t imagine ye just accidentally fell into bed with yer
maid.” Grabbing her wrist he pulled her towards the bed and sat on
the edge of the thick mattress.
    In one quick move he had her over his knee,
holding her in place with a sturdy arm across her waist. She
couldn’t help but struggle now, knowing what was to come, even if
her quim ached with need. A quick move had her long skirts up
around her waist, leaving her bare and exposed, the summer day too
hot to wear more proper underpinnings and corsetry.
    As her arse twitched and clenched in
anticipation, he gently laid his hand across her plump arse to
steady her. “Molly. I’ll not have ye flailing about like a fish on
a hook. Be still with ye, or ye’ll only make yer punishment
worse.”
    His words and firm tone immediately put a
stop to her squirming. She took a deep breath and let her eyes rest
on the floor as she awaited her fate. Waiting for that first blow
was almost worse than the blow itself, for she could only imagine
that first meeting of flesh with flesh, his broad weathered palm
against her delicate skin. The mere thought of it had her squeezing
her legs together to try and suppress her need, though it did
nothing but make matters worse, her juices flowing. His hand, still
rough on her arse, now rubbed it gently, making her body tense
further in anticipation.
    The first blow fell hard and fast, with no
warning, like a crack of lightning across her flesh. She stifled a
yelp as tears sprung to her eyes and the pain heightened her need
for him. After so many months away, she should’ve known he wouldn’t
start off with a light hand, even if there was no need to
reestablish their roles.
    “Why do ye make me do this to ye, sweet
Molly?”
    He landed another blow and another,
alternating cheeks so each one felt as if it’d been set on fire,
the pain melting into pleasure. Giving her a moment, he rubbed the
spots he’d paddled with one hand, while the other ran over her slit
to find her dripping wet, her arousal from his ministrations
undeniable. She raised her arse towards him, desperate for