Erotic need coursed through her body.
But suddenly straightening up, he snatched back her attention.
Her hair now fell around her shoulders, and curling her long locks around the fingers of both his hands, he jerked back her head.
“Undo the buttons down the front of the dress.”
Her fingers trembling, she popped open each of the buttons.
This was not how she’d pictured their first time together.
She’d imagined him either slowly removing her clothes as he kissed her neck, or ripping them off feverishly and hastily consuming her body, yet his purposeful actions and quiet, commanding control enthralled her.
“Untie the ribbon at the waist.”
Reaching behind her, she found the tails of the bow and pulled. The satin sash fell away.
“Remove your arms from the sleeves,” he breathed, his fingers in her hair lifting her from the bed. “Let the dress fall to the floor.”
As the beautiful gown puddled at her feet, he abruptly released her and stepped back. Left in her underwear and standing in front of his scrutinizing gaze, even though he’d seen her completely naked, she felt oddly self-conscious. A hot flame burned her cheeks, and she had to fight the temptation to cross her arms over her chest.
“Turn around, place your hands on the mattress, arch your back, and spread your legs.”
His voice had been low and deep.
Nervous excitement rippling through her, she pivoted on her feet. The moment she assumed the position, his hand blasted on her backside. Though protected by petticoats and drawers, the stinging heat scorched her skin as though she was naked.
He’d been right.
He was like the pirate, but more.
So much more.
* * *
“Corsets, like the one you’re wearing, are forbidden,” he declared, stepping away to fetch the knife he’d left on the bureau.
“Yes, Sir. I hate them too, Sir.”
“Remain still,” he said sternly, returning to stand at her side.
Expertly sliding his knife beneath the ribbon, he flicked it upward, then ran it down the length of the garment. As the sharp blade cut through the narrow satin tape he heard her catch her breath, but when the corset fell off her body she let out a relieved sigh.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Nothing but a nuisance,” he grunted, pulling it off the bed and tossing it aside. “So are all these undergarments. Stand up and take them off... slowly.”
He could see her nervousness as she rose to her feet, but it quickly faded, and she began removing the remaining lingerie in a salacious and provocative manner.
A grin crossed his lips.
Though he’d witnessed glimpses of her passionate soul, he’d wanted to put her to the test. It was one thing to sing the praises of A Pirate’s Pleasure, but quite another to put the wickedness into action. As she finally removed her drawers and stood naked before him, he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms.
“How delicious you are,” he growled, moving his palms down her back and over her bottom. “I love having you bare as I remain clothed.”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, then gasped as he slipped his fingers into her slick sex.
“Wet, so, so wet,” he muttered. “You said, ‘yes, Sir.’ What did you mean?”
“I love being bare as you remain dressed, Sir.”
“Delighted to hear it. Your backside is so wonderfully plump and spankable,” he continued, delivering more slaps. “I love to watch it turn red. I shall spank you often, sometimes for my pleasure, and sometimes for punishment. If you misbehave you are guaranteed a hot backside in addition to any other discipline I deem necessary.”
“Misbehave how, Sir?”
“In your wedding vows you promised to obey,” he replied, roughly biting her neck and shoulders.
“Oh, Sir, oh, oh.”
“If you don’t, you will be disciplined.”
“I’ll always obey, Sir.”
“Lie on the bed.”
“On my stomach or back, Sir?”
“Back.”
Eyeing her charms as she turned and crawled on the mattress, he removed his jacket and vest, then stepping back, he reached up and retrieved one of the coiled ropes. Glancing across at her and studying her eyes, he saw no fear, just excited curiosity.
Another test passed.
Knotting the cord around an ankle, he raised her leg in the air, pulled it to the side, and secured the rope across the top of the canopy. He’d added the overhead beams to all his bed frames, but in spite of his many lovers, he’d never used them as he was now. He was glad Connie was the first.
Gripping her opposite leg, he coiled a second rope around her ankle, lifted it up, and moved it to the opposite side, leaving her legs elevated and wide open.
“How does that feel?” he asked, running his palm along the inside of her thighs. “Are the ropes around your ankles too tight?”
“No, Sir,” she replied breathlessly.
“You must let me know immediately if you feel any discomfort. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Quickly stripping where he stood, he climbed between her legs and stared down at her glistening pussy.
“Prepare yourself,” he said huskily.
“Uh, for what, Sir?”
“A surprise.”
* * *
She sucked in the air.
Having her legs raised, widely spread, and lewdly exposing her womanhood was not something she’d ever imagined. Not even the debauched pirate had done such a thing to his wife, and he had just told her to prepare herself.
What could he possibly have in mind?
Grinning down at her, he gripped her thighs with his mighty hands, and dove his head between her legs.
“Sir! Sir, what are you doing?”
As his mouth covered her pussy, and his tongue danced against her clit, the intense pleasure quickly carried her away. She was moaning through the exquisite sensations when he unexpectedly thrust his finger inside her channel and began shoving it in and out. A wild wail rose up from deep inside her soul. His mouth grew more aggressive, and suddenly she was on the crest of an almighty explosion.
“Sir, Sir,” she wailed, “I’m going to—oooh—”
Swept up in the climatic seizure, she howled through the sparkling spasms. Never had she known such intoxicating convulsions. One after another they rippled through her body, until finally waning and leaving tingles prickling through her limbs, she whimpered softly and sank into the bed.
A moment later she became vaguely aware of him lowering her legs, then stretching out next to her and bringing her into his arms. Dissolving against him, she felt herself drift away.
But her respite was short-lived.
“Your pussy tasted like the sweetest honey from the prettiest blossom in the garden,” he crooned. “Now you’re ready to be impaled.”
Opening her eyes, she watched him lower his lips to her nipples. Drawing the first into his mouth and sucking hungrily, he moved to the second, sending his hand back between her legs. Her breath accelerated, her chest rising and falling as a finger plunged inside her soaked passage and began thrusting in and out.
“Please, Sir,” she begged as she felt his stiff rod rub against her. “Please, won’t you put it inside me.”
“Call it by its name,” he growled, suddenly dropping his muscled torso on top of her and grabbing her hair with his free hand. “What is it, Connie?”
“Uh, your, uh, your member, Sir.”
“My cock. Tell me you want my cock.”
“Ooh, Sir, I want your cock,” she murmured, a blush crossing her face.
“Louder,” he demanded, tightening his hold.
“Sir, I want your cock.”
“How much?”
“More than I can say,” she bleated. “Sir, I want your cock inside me more than I can say.”
“There, now I believe you, and so you shall have
it, but there’s something you must do first.”
Chapter Thirty
Connie let out a bleating moan.
At a fever pitch, and desperate to feel his manhood inside her, she couldn’t imagine why he was making her wait even a second longer.
“Anything,” she vowed, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
“You have to please me.”
“Please you? Aren’t you already pleased? I don’t understand.”
“Can’t you guess?” he teased, softly kissing her. “How did the pirate’s wife please him?”
“You want me to prepare a feast?” she exclaimed, completely aghast. “But Malcolm, I don’t know even know how to cook.”
“Try again,” he said with a chuckle.
“I, uh, I can’t think of anything.”
“Connie,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck, “didn’t you enjoy my mouth against your womanhood?”
“Of course,” she moaned, wriggling beneath him, “it was the most—oh. Are you saying you want me to do the same thing to you?”
“I gave you great pleasure, and placing your lips around my manhood will give me great pleasure, but you must see it as an honor. You have begged for my hard cock inside your hungry pussy. Now you must beg to wrap your mouth around my manhood.”
Speechless, all she could do was stare up at him with wide eyes.
“Connie, don’t you remember the pirate’s wife pleasing her husband in this manner? There were frequent reports of it all through the book.”
She frowned, then nodded.
The graphically described, lecherous scenes had sent her mind reeling. Initially she’d been appalled, then intrigued, but as she’d continued reading, the pirate used a long stirring spoon against his wife’s bottom to teach her how to pleasure his member properly. Connie had been so excited she’d placed her fingers against her pussy and rubbed herself to a powerful climax.
“You’ve just recalled something,” Malcolm remarked knowingly. “Tell me about it.”
“It’s, uh, one of the episodes in the book.”
“Be specific. Which episode in particular?”
“The one in the kitchen,” she replied breathlessly, longing to be subject to the same decadent discipline, yet filled with trepidation.
His eyes narrowed.
A chill pricked her skin.
Suddenly straightening up and kneeling between her spread legs, he took hold of his member.
“Look at it, Connie. Look at this hard cock waiting to feel the joy of your delicious kiss.”
Butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach, her eyes fell on his stiff shaft.
“I shall train you as the pirate trained his wife. You will kneel on a pillow at the side of the bed while I fetch my stick. If you please me, you’ll be rewarded.”
“But, uh, what if I don’t do it right?” she asked anxiously.
“That won’t be difficult. All you have to do is follow my instructions. Of course if you don’t I’ll be forced to punish you,” he said gravely, “and I’d rather not do that on this special day.”
“N-no,” she stammered. “Everything is too wonderful.”
“You’ll do as I say?”
“Yes, Sir. Absolutely I will.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he said with a reassuring smile, and lowering himself on top of her, he engulfed her lips in a long, fervent kiss.
“Take a pillow,” he murmured, moving his mouth to her ear. “Kneel on it facing the side of the bed and wait for me.”
Her heart thumping, she eyed his muscled body as he climbed off her and moved toward the bureau.
The sight sent her blood pumping. Though she’d not seen any other man naked, she was sure his bulging biceps and chiseled physique would put them all to shame.
“I don’t hear you moving,” he called without looking over his shoulder. “I won’t be pleased if you’re not kneeling and ready for me when I return.”
Hastily grabbing a pillow, she dropped it on the floor, and slid from the bed on to her knees. A moment later she heard his footfalls. He appeared beside her, then settled on the edge of the mattress and placed his erect manhood inches from her face. Gulping, her pulse racing, she stared at it, then spying a long, shiny, thin piece of wood in his hand, she lifted her eyes.
“It’s my cane,” he declared, raising it in the air. “It can carry a mighty sting, but not today, not unless punishment is required.”
“It sounds fearsome,” she murmured, a quiver in her voice as she studied the gleaming rod.
“It’s excellent to exact discipline for a serious offense, but that’s not why I’m holding it. A quick flick delivers a hot dose of encouragement,” he said, reaching around her hip and touching the end to her left cheek. “Like this.”
Bringing it back just a few inches, he snapped his wrist and sent the tip to deliver a sharp sting.
“Ow!”
She hadn’t even seen his arm move, but the stick had hit her flesh with a hot, stinging bite.
“As I said, a dose of encouragement,” he remarked, “but it wasn’t terrible, was it?”
“No, Sir, it wasn’t terrible, but it still hurt.”
“We shall begin,” he said firmly, dispatching the rod a second time, landing it just below the first mark.
“Ow!”
“Isn’t there something you wish to ask me?”
“Sir, please, may I pleasure your cock?”
“How?”
“Uh, with my mouth, Sir.”
“Do you know how to do that?”
“No, Sir,” she replied, momentarily confused. “Oh. Please, Sir, will you teach me how to pleasure your cock with my mouth?” Then quickly added, “I’d be very honored if you would.”
“Wrap your fingers around my manhood. I’ll count to three. If you don’t have me in your grasp you’ll receive another hot bite. One—two—”
Quickly raising her hand, she took hold of his swollen shaft.
“I felt your apprehension, but my training stick took care of that, didn’t it, Connie?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you see, my member doesn’t bite,” he remarked with a grin, moving the stick to his other hand.
“No, Sir. I don’t know why I suddenly felt so nervous.”
“Time to move on. Lean over and kiss it,” he instructed, delivering the zesty tap to her opposite cheek.
“Ouch.”
“I’ve told you what to do. One—two—”
Diving her head down, she touched her lips to the swollen head of his rampant cock, but he immediately delivered the stick again.
“Ouch, ooh, Sir. What did I do wrong?”
“That wasn’t satisfactory,” he said sternly. “I barely felt it. I want it done properly. One—”
Immediately returning her lips to his knob, she pressed her lips against him in an ardent kiss.
“Much better. Now you will open your mouth, lower it around my girth, and hold it there. Are you ready?” he asked, sliding the rod back and forth.
“Yes, Sir.”
But her voice held a quiver.
She wanted to, but she still harbored misgivings and she wasn’t sure if she could do as he instructed.
“One—two—”
Summoning her courage and squeezing her eyes shut, she separated her lips and slithered them down his large, stiff manhood. He filled her mouth, but to her great surprise a rush of erotic excitement rippled through her being, and a warm flood washed through her pussy.
“Good girl,” he crooned, gathering up a fistful of hair with his free hand. “Close your lips firmly around me and slide them up and down. I’ll guide you, but be warned, if you resist you’ll get more than just a bite from the stick.”
As he tugged upward, she followed, and when she felt the pressure of his closed fist against her head, she lowered her mouth back down. So it continued for a long minute, with the rod resting against her backside, then unexpectedly, and not sure why, she deci
ded to hesitate.
“Connie...”
The threat in his deep, husky voice was clear, but still she hesitated.
Suddenly the length of the stick delivered a sharp, searing sting across the width of her bottom. Though she let out a muffled, shocked cry, she managed to keep her mouth around his cock. Desperate to make amends, she urgently moved her lips up and down his shaft without his help.
“I’m glad to see you continued of your own accord,” he said gruffly. “Now you know why I call this my training stick. Pleasure me just as you are,” he instructed, reaching down to fondle her breasts. “A little longer, then you’ll be on the bed and I’ll be thrusting my cock between your legs.”
* * *
Watching Connie’s head bob up and down, Malcolm never wanted the divine bliss to end, but he could feel his climax building.
The moment he’d untied her ankles and lowered her legs, he’d wanted to flip her onto her hands and knees, grip her hips, and ram his rod home, and if he didn’t stop her marvelous mouth soon, he wouldn’t be able to ravage her at all.
“You did extremely well,” he murmured, tugging her head up. “Now you’ll get what you’ve been craving.”
Staring up at him, her eyes held a sparkling glaze. He knew the look well. Her bottom still burned from the punishment stroke and it continued to stoke her erotic fever.
Helping her back on the bed and ordering her to stretch out, he straddled her body, and pinning her arms on either side of her head, he lowered his pelvis. His stiff manhood pressed against her thick bush, and just as he knew she would, she squirmed beneath him in an effort to have it slip between her legs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he purred, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. “I’ll decide when to put my cock inside you.”
“But you said I would have it.”
“And you will,” he said patiently, then suddenly crushed her lips in a devouring kiss, letting his fever consume him as he danced his tongue in her mouth, taking away her breath and making her writhe with need.
“Malcolm,” she panted as he pulled back. “Please, Malcolm, take me, make me your wife.”
He didn’t know if it was her bleating plea or the glazed hunger in her eyes, but a bolt of energy crackled through his cock. Straightening up and grabbing her hips, he jerked her into his pelvis, held his member at her slick, virgin entrance, and cautiously drove it forward.
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