Her Very Strict Captain

by Carpenter, Maggie

  Opening the armoire and sliding out the drawers, he discovered the wads of bills buried beneath a collection of floggers and ball gags. Breaking into a broad grin, he was about to lift out the cash when he heard a noise.

  “I’m a federal agent, and I’m holding Rosemary’s pistol,” Scott declared. “Slowly place your gun on the floor, kick it away, and put your hands behind your neck. I will fire if you don’t comply.”

  “I knew you weren’t just a fucking sailor,” Sonny barked, getting ready to spin and shoot as he lifted his gun from its holster.

  “It’s over, Conchello. Your jammer’s been deactivated and more agents are on the way. Now slowly place your weapon on the floor, kick it away, and put your hands in the air. I’ll count to three, then I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your shoulder. One—”

  Worried Scott might actually make good on his threat, Sonny quickly complied, but as he put the gun on the floor, he frantically searched for a way out.

  “I’ll give you millions, in cash,” Sonny shouted. “I have it here in the house. You’ll never have to work another day in your life.”

  “Sonny Conchello, you’re under arrest for murder, drug trafficking, money laundering, kidnapping, attempting to bribe—”

  “I have powerful lawyers,” he continued, placing his hands behind his neck. “You won’t keep me inside for long. Be smart, take the money.”

  As Scott stepped up, grasped his right wrist and quickly lowered it down, Sonny didn’t try to fight. He didn’t stand a chance against the tall, muscled Marine.

  “You have the right to remain silent,” Scott began as he slapped on the cuffs. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk to a lawyer and have him present with you while you are being questioned if you wish. You can decide at any time to exercise these rights and not answer any questions or make any statements. Do you understand each of these rights I have explained to you?”

  “Yeah, yeah, but do you honestly think you can walk me out of here and stay alive? My house is full of soldiers.”

  “Your house is full of my agents, and your soldiers are sound asleep,” Scott retorted, spinning him around.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “They were drugged during the party, and the guards outside the door are in custody.”

  “I don’t believe any of this shit,” he growled as Scott led him back into the round room and pushed him onto the couch.

  “Sit there, and don’t move,” Scott ordered sharply, “unless you want to make my day.”

  * * *

  Unbolting the door and staring down the stairs, Scott saw the house being cleared and Conchello’s soldiers being dragged away.

  “Brad, I need help up here?” Scott asked. “I have five freaked-out men with their ankles cuffed to chairs.”

  “Yeah, I know, any minute now.”

  “Tell them to seal off the trap door as soon as they enter the chamber.”

  “What about Rosemary? Where is she?” Sonny suddenly bellowed.

  “You can tell him she sustained no injuries,” Brad offered.

  “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” Scott replied.

  “Answer me,” Sonny demanded. “Where is she?”

  “She had a fall,” Scott said calmly, walking toward him, “through the trap door.”

  Watching Conchello’s face crinkle in horror, Scott almost felt sorry for him.

  Almost.

  “Mommy,” Conchello whimpered, tears abruptly spilling from his eyes. “You killed my mommy.”

  Rosemary’s Baby.

  Scott’s brow crinkled as he recalled the bizarre password for the drug lord’s security system.

  “Mommy,” Conchello wailed again. “Your Sonny’s coming, Mommy.”

  Abruptly jumping from the sofa, he sprinted into the chamber.

  Cursing himself for not closing the door, Scott raced after him. Lunging forward, he managed to catch the hem of Sonny’s jacket—but a second too late. Still wailing for his mommy, Sonny had jumped into the shaft. The jacket ripped in Scott’s hand. Straightening up, he stared at the horrified faces of the five men trapped in their seats.

  “Don’t worry,” he said hastily. “They landed on an airbag.”

  “Too bloody bad,” Ewen grunted.

  “I’m a federal agent. You’ll be out of here in a few minutes,” Scott continued. “Brad, is the concrete room secure and the airbag clear?”

  “The area below is secure and—yes—Conchello is off and the airbag is clear.”

  “Tell the woman you’re with to meet me there,” Scott said, not wanting to use Elizabeth’s name.

  “I’m on my way!” she said excitedly.

  “I am too,” Scott replied, and sitting on the edge of the shaft, he pushed off.

  Chapter 34

  As he fell into the forgiving airbag, Scott stayed still for a moment to say a silent prayer for the tortured souls Conchello had so ruthlessly thrown down the chute. Whatever their sins, no one deserved such a terrible fate.

  “Scott? Are you okay?” Danny called.

  “Yep, great,” Scott replied, rolling on his side and slipping off.

  “I figured you’d show up, but I wasn’t expecting you to arrive like that.”

  “Neither did I. Where are Sonny and Rosemary?”

  “There were two guys waiting in the wine cellar in case Conchello used it as an escape route. As soon as I let Frank know Rosemary had dropped in, if you’ll pardon the pun,” he added with a grin, “they were here in a heartbeat and took her away. They came back just as Conchello showed up, and they whisked him off too. You just missed them.”

  “Dammit, I had some questions, but I’ll be able to ask them later.”

  “You do realize you just pulled off the impossible,” Danny declared with a wide grin.

  “Teamwork pulled off the impossible.”

  “True, but you’re a guy who gets things done.”

  “So are you, Danny, big time.”

  “Speaking of getting things done, can I deflate this now?” Danny asked, waving at the airbag.

  “Your shift is over, my friend. Someone else will be here to handle the heavy lifting, but Danny, before you go, I have to ask, what are your future plans?”

  “They’re a bit up in the air,” Danny said with a slight frown, “though I will resign from the LAPD. After that I’ll be starting over as Danny Sullivan. Why do you ask?”

  “There’s a process, but Danny, I want you on my team. I could use a guy with your skill set. It’s a bit complicated, but basically, I run a covert force under an arm of the CIA.”

  “Wow, I’m flattered. I wouldn’t say no to living down here, that’s for damn sure,” he said enthusiastically. Then pausing, he added, “Actually, Scott, I have to be honest. When I was on my way to the island to find Elizabeth, I came up with the same idea. If things worked out I was going to approach you. I even mentioned it to her.”

  “Great minds,” Scott declared with a grin.

  “But I need to take a break for a bit, it’s been a helluva year. Oh, before I forget,” he continued, fishing into his pocket, “here’s what’s left of the money I took from the Jeep.”

  “That’s yours, and you’ll also be getting a check.”

  “Seriously?”

  “After everything you’ve done, do you think I’d let you wander the streets penniless?”

  Danny chuckled. “Thanks, Scott. Do I need to sign for it?”

  “Probably at some point, but not tonight. Where will you be staying?”

  “I wasn’t sure, but I am now,” Danny replied with a grin. “For the next couple of days I’ll be in a great hotel with an ocean view and room service. I want to lie in a comfortable bed, watch television, drink bourbon, and sleep with both eyes closed. Any recommendations? I have no idea what’s here on St. John.”

  “Gallows Bay or the Westin, and you sure as hell deserve it.”

  “Did
you say Gallows Bay or the Westin?”

  Turning in unison, they saw Elizabeth walking toward them.

  “Danny’s going to lie low for a couple of days,” Scott replied.

  “Gallows Bay,” she said firmly. “It’s less corporate, and Scott,” she added, punching him in the arm, “you scared the crap out of me jumping into that shaft.”

  “Why? You knew the airbag was down here. It was your idea!”

  “It was still scary.”

  “That was genius, Lizzy,” Danny interjected. “How did you come up with it?”

  “I went out with a stuntman and I watched him do some falls. It was a no-brainer. Scott, can we go home, or do you have to supervise the search?”

  “Give me a minute and I’ll be able to answer that question,” he said, reaching for his phone and ambling into the wine cellar.

  He already knew they could leave, but Elizabeth and Danny needed a moment alone.

  * * *

  “For a Navy SEAL, he’s a sensitive guy,” Danny remarked, a wry grin curling his lips.

  “Don’t let him hear you say that,” Elizabeth whispered with a giggle.

  “Do you think he’d mind if I gave my long-lost first love a hug?”

  “I think that’s why he left.”

  “I’m so proud of you, Lizzy,” Danny murmured as he brought her into his arms. “When I watched you at the mansion, I hated that you were there, but you were amazing. Uh, Lizzy, there’s something I need to tell you.”

  “Okay,” she said, pulling back.

  “Before I had a chance to bring it up, Scott asked me if I wanted to be on his team. I know you liked the idea, but before I accept I need to make sure it won’t be weird for you.”

  “Not at all. What about you?”

  “When I first saw you and Scott together, I did feel a pang, but it’s gone. You two are a great fit. It makes me happy to see how you sparkle when you look at him.”

  “I sparkle?”

  “Oh, yeah, you sparkle and he melts.”

  “He does not.”

  “Trust me, he does.”

  “You said you’d met someone as well. Can you tell me about her?”

  “Roxy, she’s cool,” Dan said, smiling as he pictured her. “Once I get my head cleared and my body rested, I’ll be jumping in with both feet.”

  “That’s great, except… I’m suddenly feeling emotional. I really am happy for you, I am.”

  “Hey, it’s only natural. You’ve had a crazy time, and now Conchello’s reign of terror is over, and you found Scott. Relief and joy. Of course you feel emotional.”

  “And I’m so happy you’re back and free and you can be yourself again.”

  “Amen to that,” Danny said with a heavy sigh.

  “Okay, Danny,” Scott declared, walking back into the room, “there’s a car waiting to take you to Gallows Bay, and the reservation’s been made. You’ve got two days on the company.”

  “Hey, thanks, man.”

  “You’d better get out of here before Frank calls and says he’s changed his mind.”

  “I’m going, I’m going,” Danny exclaimed with a chuckle as he headed for the door. “Bye, Lizzy.”

  “Bye, Danny, and call Roxy before you disappear,” she yelled after him.

  “Will do,” he yelled back with a wave of his hand.

  “I don’t think he needed that reminder,” Scott said, shaking his head.

  “Yeah, he did. Men can be clueless sometimes.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah,” she said with a laugh. “So—can we go too?”

  “Sure can. I have people to do the heavy lifting,” he said, dropping his arm around her shoulders as they started to leave through the wine cellar. “I just got some great news. Jack took over the encampment without firing a single shot.”

  “That’s fantastic.”

  “Yep, apparently there were about a dozen guys there. They’ll be transported to St. Thomas in the morning. Tomorrow will be crazy.”

  “I’m sure, but good crazy, not ‘we could get killed’ crazy.”

  Stepping outside and into the cool night air, they stared up at the myriad stars in the ebony sky. Taking a breath, he wrapped her into his arms.

  “Elizabeth, you know I’m going to marry you one of these days.”

  “Only if I say yes.”

  A grin curled his lips. “Damn, girl, you so need to be spanked.”

  “Why?”

  “You just do.”

  * * *

  The moment Scott walked into his home, he grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and hurried up the stairs.

  “I’m desperate for a shower,” he exclaimed, leading her straight into the bathroom and hastily removing her clothes.

  “Aren’t you tired?” she asked, giggling as she watched him strip.

  “Hell, yeah, I’m tired,” he replied, bustling her into the stall and turning on the faucets, “but I’m still wired.”

  “Me too, and really happy.”

  “You’re about to get a whole lot happier,” he declared, pinning her arms against the wall.

  As he lowered his mouth to her neck, she slid her fingertips down his body, wrapped her hand around him, and urgently stroked his stiffening cock.

  “Easy, girl,” he whispered.

  “I don’t want to take it easy.”

  He smiled down at her. “Is that right?”

  “Uh-huh,” she replied, tightening her grip as she continued to move her hand up and down his shaft.

  “You’ve got three seconds to turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he growled, releasing her wrists. “One, two—”

  Though she’d been staring up at him with mischief in her eyes, she quickly pivoted on her toes, pressed her palms against the slick tile, and arched her back. Landing a quick slap, he pushed his rigid rod between her slippery thighs, and pressed his fingers against her clit. With the hot water splashing over them, he vigorously rubbed the sensitive nub until she was gasping.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” she whimpered breathlessly as he stopped the delicious torment to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples.

  “You love every second,” he muttered in her ear, “and if you deny it I’ll spank you for lying.”

  “I do, but it still drives me crazy.”

  “Have you ever had a bath brush swat your wet ass?”

  “No, and I don’t want—”

  “Careful…”

  “Uh, no, I haven’t.”

  “Perhaps you need to.”

  “If you, uh, think so.”

  “Try again,” he ordered sternly.

  “Ooh, yes, please, Sir.”

  “Close your eyes and don’t move.”

  * * *

  Her heart racing, Elizabeth heard Scott step from the stall and quickly return. Holding her breath, she waited for the hard wooden brush to crack against her skin, but a soft, foamy sponge began slithering across her body. As he smoothed it over her puckered nipples and around her breasts, she moaned softly, but when he moved it back and forth against her pussy, she let out a plaintive cry.

  “Close your legs and don’t let it drop.”

  His murmured instruction took her by surprise, but she shuffled her feet together. A moment later, the back of the brush rested on her backside.

  “Three on each cheek, but if you let the sponge fall, you’ll get three more. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered breathlessly, the butterflies in her stomach exploding to life.

  The hard, flat wood tapped, then landed with a fierce sting. Though she yelped loudly, she was able to stop herself from wriggling,

  “Here comes the second,” he warned, swatting the same spot.

  Letting out a squeal, she wanted to kick out, but she knew if she did she’d lose the sponge.

  “One more.”

  The brush touched her sit spot… then smacked down with a fiery kiss.

  Hissing through her teeth, she couldn’t help bu
t squirm from the searing pain, and barely managed to keep her legs together.

  “Now the other side, and this time stay completely still.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she panted, though she wasn’t sure she’d be able to.

  The brush slid over her wet skin, then slapped down three times in quick succession, the last smack hitting the sensitive area at the top of her thighs. As she closed her fingers into fists and let out a yowl, he quickly dropped the brush, removed the sponge from between her legs, and pulled her into his arms.

  “If I ever threaten to punish you with the bath brush you know what to expect,” he murmured, “but you’ll get more than six swats.”

  Sinking against his hard, muscled body, she let out a heavy breath, moaning softly as his hand caressed away the hot sting.

  “I have to clean you,” he whispered, sliding the sponge into the cleft between her cheeks.

  Though her face flamed, and she buried her head in his shoulder, erotic excitement pulsed through her body.

  “There, now my wench is ready for me.”

  “Ooh, you called me a wench.”

  “You know you’re my wench,” he growled, turning her around and clutching her hips, “and I’m going to give my wench what she needs.”

  His rock-hard member was suddenly plunging inside her pussy, thrusting with quick, strong strokes. The hot water stung her spanked skin, and his thighs slapped against her hot, prickling sit spots, but the stimulating torment fed her growing arousal. Arching her back and crying out his name, she caught her breath as he abruptly withdrew and prodded her back hole.

  “Submit to me, wench. Give yourself up.”

  “Yes, Captain, take me,” she panted. “Take all of me.”

  * * *

  Elizabeth’s bleating plea sent fresh energy to his loins. Gazing down at his cock ready to enter her punished behind, he thrust into her tight, dark passage.