Like the scarves. Three of them, in shades of blue and green. They were silk, light in her hands, and warm to her skin.
“Why do you think I brought them?”
“To tie me up.” Her cunt tingled with anticipation. Was he right then? This would be pleasure, not discomfort.
“I might blindfold you with them.” He tilted his head on one side and watched her. “Would you like that?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Tell the truth.”
Deep breath first. “The thought scares me, but it also excites me.”
He grinned with sheer delight. “Oh, Katie, I think I’ve found my dream woman.”
“You dream of scaring me?”
“No, I dream of having wonderful, thrilling sex with you. I dream of you whimpering in my arms, begging for more of what only I can give you. I dream of you naked and bound, legs spread open. I dream of trailing my flogger over your naked back. I dream of the sighs and grunts you’ll make when I bring you to climax, and I dream of holding you, limp, and sweaty and soft in my arms as we both fall asleep.”
“Want to go upstairs right now?”
“Take out the rest of the stuff in the bag.”
A bottle of massage oil. Nice. Her shoulders tightened at the prospect of Jud’s long fingers rubbing jasmine-scented oil into her skin. Or was she the one intended to massage him? No hardship there, she couldn’t wait to see him naked. At the bottom of the bag, a smaller white one, containing a tube of lubricant, and a small rubber article. She looked at the bullet-shaped object, with its flared-out base and frowned at Jud. “Look here, Buster! I clearly said, no back door. What’s this for?”
“Apologies. I thought you meant no anal sex. Didn’t realize you meant no sex toys either.” He stood up, picked the tube and plug up and walked over to the trash and dropped them in. “If you don’t agree, we don’t do it.”
The sight of the full dress pirate pumping the lid of the pedal bin made her smile. “Are we going upstairs now?”
“Soon.” He walked over and stood beside her. She made to get up but his hand, strong on her shoulder stopped her. “Just two more things. I want to explain our roles, and give you your safeword.”
“What’s a safeword?” She could guess. The thought of needing one had her fists clenched. Was this really a good idea?
How could she doubt it when he smiled down at her, his dark eyes twinkling. Sex with Jud would be fun. If they ever got that far! ‘Make her wait’ seemed to be his modus operandi.
“A safeword, my dear, is the most important communication between us. If I do anything you want me to stop, use it.”
“What happened to ‘just say no’?”
“In the fantasy we’ll be playing out, ‘no’ will be part of the fun. I’m the big, bad pirate, abducting and ravishing my virgin captive. I expect you to say ‘no’ a good few times, and I will totally ignore your pleas for mercy, and have my wicked way with you.”
Her chest went so tight she gasped. “Why?”
His hand eased up her shoulder to the base of her neck. She couldn’t hold back the shiver. “Because my beautiful, the prospect excites me and judging by the flush on your face, and the sparkle in your eyes, it arouses you too. No matter how much your reason says ‘no’.”
It’s not so much reason saying ‘no’. Force and rape are horrific.”
“I agree, dear. So does any decent, right-thinking human, but this is play. I could no more rape you than cut off my own head. I want to play subduing you. I want to pretend to overpower you. To make believe you’re helpless, but you’ll be in control of the action. At the word from you, we stop.”
“If that’s the case, how come you call me submissive? Seems I’m the one controlling the action.”
His cool lips on her forehead underscored just how flushed and hot she’d become. “Right first time, Katie. You do. It’s all a big game, for our mutual pleasure. I act the big baddie. You pretend to be the frail, little captive, and together we have a marvelous time.”
If they didn’t she’d need a conversation with her vibrator! She was so hot for it that his fingertips stroking the neckline of her dress had her itching inside. She was so wet between her legs. She could smell herself over the coffee in their mugs, and his musky aftershave. “Let’s get started then, Long John Silver.”
“I’m Black Jack Tar, and you’d better remember that, my pretty! But first, the safe word. What’s your full name?”
“Katherine Marjorie Fairfax.”
“Use that. Say your full name, and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”
“Okay.” Maybe that rotten middle name would have its use. “I say it. We stop. What happens next? You go home?”
“Hell, no! I ask what’s the matter, and do something else.” He put both hands on her shoulders and looked down at her with need-dark eyes. “I’m not walking out on you, until you are so sated, you don’t know what day it is. Heck, I’m not leaving then. I plan on taking you out for breakfast.”
“I’m going to live that long then? You don’t make your captives walk the plank?”
“Nah! I’d much rather strip you naked and ravish you, Lady Katherine, my virgin prisoner.”
“I’ve news for you, Black Jack Tar. I’m not a virgin!”
“Thank God for that!”
He pulled her close, angling his hips into hers. Yes, he didn’t need a shy virgin! He had a raging hard-on, and if the pressure on her belly was anything to go by, he was enormous. His hands heated through the thin fabric. His fingers splayed on her 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 span
ked 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 knowing it felt right. She sighed with pleasure and submission, as he stroked her head.
“Nice,” he said, in an almost-Jud voice. “I think you’ve learned your place!” That was back to Captain Jack. “Captives belong on their knees. You just stay there while I finish my grog.” His boots moved out of her line of vision but he was still close. If he’d left the room she’d have known. His presence filled the room and her mind.
A strange peace filled her as she waited. She bent lower, until her forehead touched the cool tile of the floor. What was he doing? Finishing his coffee? She rather regretted her half-finished mug, but captives didn’t get coffee or grog, they... A gentle tap on her ass caught her attention. “Get up, prisoner!”
She did, and turned to face him. “Who told you to look at me?”
“No one, Captain.”
“Then turn back!”
She did but not before she noticed him reach for the pile of scarves. “Seems I need to chastise you a little more. Lay you across the table and let you taste the end of a rope’s end.”
Her throat went dry. One spanking was enough. Time for Lady Katherine to kick in the traces. “No!” she yelled, and spun to face him. “I’m not afraid of you! You’re nothing but a common criminal!” He’d wanted a reaction. He had one. Black Jack scowled.
“Just wait til you feel...” She didn’t wait to hear what he intended her to feel. Her heart racing, blood pounding in her ears. Cunt throbbing with fear and excitement, she ran as he reached out to grab her and raced up the stairs.
Chapter Nine
He was so close behind she could feel his boots on the stairs. As she dashed into her bedroom, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her face-down on the mattress, and landed on top of her. His weight pressed her into the mattress. His cock felt harder than before, and he made a point of grinding his erection into the crease of her ass. “Seems I may have to subdue you completely,” he growled in her ear. “A cock up your insolent ass would keep you in your place.”
“No!” It came out as a panicked wail. He was playing, right? He'd promised. “Please, Captain please, no. I beg you!”
He didn’t move except to stroke her head and ease it down into the pillow. “Since you begged. I won’t bugger you, Lady Katherine, but I will chastise you. You need a lesson in obedience.”
Before she could even think what ‘chastisement’ involved, he pulled her hands over her head, and tied them to the bed. He never said a word as he twisted the silk scarves though the ornate headboard she’d thought so stylish and interesting. He tested the knots, easing his finger under the scarves to gauge how tight her bonds. She wasn’t uncomfortable, just incredibly undignified...and excited.
His hand cupped her ass and kneaded her flesh. “Didn’t learn the first time I spanked you, did you?”
“No, Sir, I need another one!” What the hell had made her say that? Stupidity? Or the wonderful sensation between her legs at the thought of his hand smacking down and warming her butt.
She got what she asked for, hard on one side. “That’s for not remembering to call me ‘Captain’!” Before she could correct herself, or apologize, another landed, hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m sorry, Captain,” she cried, the warmth spreading across her cheeks, until cool air brushed her heated ass as he parted her skirt.
“So!” he roared. “You purported to be a decent woman. Only whores from the dockside walk around without pantaloons. His hand stroked her ass. “I can see you need severe attention.” She sensed his eyes gloating over her lower back, and legs. “Open your legs!”
She debated disobeying, for a second, but thought better of it. Legs spread wide, she lay there waiting, and hoping, for whatever came next.
“Seems you can learn. Good! I left my flogger downstairs. Don’t go anywhere until I get back!”
It wasn’t just the sound of his boots on the stairs that told her he’d gone. She felt his absence. She missed his all-enveloping presence. She wanted him back. She didn’t even care if he used the whip on her-hell, yes she did! A few spanks, okay… After the last episode she’d expected that, but no way was he laying that flogger thing on her. If he tried, it was safeword time!
If he ever came back.
How long had she been lying here? It seemed ages, but by her alarm clock, when she turned her head, it was only a couple of minutes. No, three as she heard his measured tread slowly up the stars. Silence. She sensed him watching. Waiting. She exhaled and let her shoulders sag into the mattress. He was her captor. She was his prisoner. Whatever he wanted, he could do. He had her helpless, and it thrilled her.
The bed sagged to one side. His knee nudged her thigh. “Did you disobey? Did you move while I was gone?”
Her throat went tight with fear. “I looked at the alarm clock!” An anachronism, but what could she say? It wasn’t an hourglass, and that was...
A single finger traced a slow line up her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “And why, little prisoner, did you do that?”
“I wondered how long you’d be gone.”
“You wanted me to come back?” The finger came back down, and rested just above the top of her crack.
“Yes, I did.” She burrowed her head in the pillow at the admission.
“And now I’m back and look what I brought.” She didn’t dare move, didn’t need to. He set the flogger on the pillow by her face, a stray tress, brushed her cheek, sending warm shivers across her skin. “Cold?” he asked.
“No, Captain.”
His hand went between her legs to cup her mound. One, long finger intruded deep into her cunt. What would Lady Katherine do? Katie bucked, trying to dislodge him, but his free hand came down in the small of her back, pinning her down. The finger in her cunt withdrew, and came back, deeper and harder. She suspected there were two this time. He moved, pressed and poked until she squirmed from excitement, arousal, and a half-imagined fear. “You will learn to submit, Lady Katherine. By the time I’ve finished with you, you won’t dream of resisting!”
She hoped he never finished with her, but for good measure she bucked her hips. And felt teeth nip her ass.
The squeal was entirely involuntary. “You hurt me!”
“Good! Lie still while I play with your pussy.”
As if she’d resist that! Once she relaxed his touch gentled. His long fingers, pulsing deep inside, until she sighed, “Like that do you, little captive?”
“Yes, Captain.” He could go on all night if he wanted.
“Good!”
She let out a moa
n as he pulled out. “I want more!”
His shirt brushed her bare butt as he leaned close. “Prisoners don’t ask. They take what comes.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Want to use your safe word?”
Did she? No way! “No, Captain.”
“Good!”
The bed shifted back as he stood up. His hands grasped the back neckline of the dress, and the sound of tearing muslin shocked her into a shriek. “No!”
“Oh, yes! I paid for this dress. I’ll rip it off your body if I choose.” Strong hands pushed the fabric off her shoulders. Before she’d felt exposed. Now she was completely vulnerable. “Nice little body you have, prisoner. I’ll enjoy having my wicked way with you, as soon as I get you ready.”
She was tempted to tell him she’d been ‘ready’ for twenty minutes or more, but Captain Jack made the rules.
She waited.
Something cool landed on her back and dribbled down her spine. The aroma of jasmine filled the room. Strong hands spread the scented oil across her shoulders and down her back. The sigh of pleasure was utterly involuntary.
“Like that do you, wench?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
His hand came down on her ass. “Yes, what? Have you forgotten where you are?”
“Apologies, Captain!” Sheesh, her left butt smarted even as his hands resumed their wonderful caress. How could his hands give such pleasure and hurt her at the same time? Did she care? She’d take a whole lot more on her exposed rear, if he’d keep up the massage. She let out a whimper as his fingertips brushed her ass, almost touching the fading ache from his slap.
“I want you like this often,” he said. “Naked, helpless. Bound and exposed for my delectation.” There was a little chuckle as his hands cupped her ass. “I can see, reach, and touch everything I want.” As if to prove his point, his oil-slick fingers eased up the sensitive flesh inside her thigh, and darted in and out of her cunt before coming back to massage her ass. “Available. Just as you should be.” Fingertips trailed up her spine, his touch was gentle, or at least it was this minute. Who knew what would come next? “Nice body, little captive. Relax. Submit completely, and accept my flogger.”
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