by Madeleine Oh
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 moan 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 s
hifted 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.”
She’d almost forgotten that damn thing! The tresses disappeared from her line of vision. “What are you going to do with it?”
“Enjoy watching your responses. Your pale skin marks up beautifully. My hand left a lovely red mark on your butt. It’s faded now but I could soon renew it.” His lips were so close to her ass, she could feel his breath. Unable to resist the temptation, she bumped her hips upward to his face. His hands grabbed her hips. His oiled fingers didn’t grasp that tightly, but it was enough. “Shouldn’t have done that,” he said, and bit her.
As she yowled with shock and real pain, his fingertips eased away the hurt. Just as before, the sweet caress after the hurt sent her mind whirling. She was enjoying this, the good, the hurt, and the unexpected.
Once she relaxed again, he let her back down on the bed. “You’re turning into a troublesome captive. Time to subdue you with a good whipping.”
“No!” A protest about the promised whipping? Or the loss she felt as he moved off the bed? She had no idea.
“Do you want to use your safe word?”
Did she?” No, Captain.”
“Remember what it is? Tell me?”
“Katherine Marjorie Fairfax.”
“Good.” In the silence, she heard something scrape on the floor, and a clink like glass. The bottle of oil? Something else? She resisted the urge to look. No point in earning another spanking. The whip would be bad enough-or good enough if he used it as he had downstairs. She longed to feel its caress. Would he start on her back or her legs?
“Get on your knees! Keep your head down!”
Easier said than done on a soft mattress. She managed in the end by putting her weight on her forearms and scooting her knees up. Lord alone knew what she looked like from the rear. The ultimate in ungracefulness, but in a few minutes she was in position: knees bent, ass up in the air, and her shoulders still on the bed. If she’d been ‘available’ before, she was exposed to the world now.
It felt wonderful.
“Good girl! Just what I ordered.”
She sensed movement. He pulled off the spare pillows and shams, and pushed them under her belly. “I don’t want you uncomfortable. Except when I intend you to be.”
Thrills of expectation radiated out from her clit. She was so aroused it hurt, but felt wonderful. ”Please, Captain…” she whimpered, and had no idea what she was asking for. But she wanted it, and soon. Heaven help any real captive in this position, but as a fantasy… She shut her eyes and sighed with anticipation.
Her legs had come together in her efforts to get into position. Gently Jud stroked the back of her thighs, priming nerve endings as pleasure skittered up her spine and her cunt went humming. “Open your legs, dear.” The bad Captain’s voice took on the tone of a caress.
The pillows helped, as she hastened to obey. She wanted to please him, to keep this kind captor, to take what he offered and promised.
She felt the air between her legs a second before the flogger struck. Again and again it landed and she yelped each time. Three cries of shock and outrage that echoed in the quiet room.
There were no more, but she lay gasping, and blinking tears away. “That hurt!”
His hand tickled up her inner thigh. “It was meant to. But doesn’t it feel better now?”
Maybe it was his hand cupping her crotch, but everything felt wonderful. The hurt of a few seconds back turned into wild desire. Talk about needy! She was close to begging for it. If only he’d put his fingers in…deep…as he had earlier. She rocked her hips in an attempt to bring his fingers closer. A fingertip on her clit was all she needed.
“Naughty girl!” he said and moved his hand away. “Not how a submissive captive behaves. I’ve a good idea to leave you here. Alone, to calm down and learn better manners.”
She couldn’t bear it. “No, please! Don’t leave me!”
“You’re not quite ready yet. I want you begging for my cock!”
“Isn’t ‘please’ begging?”
He laughed. “You’re getting there, little prisoner. You’re wet between your lovely legs, and you smell of horny woman, but I want your luscious cunt running when I fuck you. I need to work you over more.”
Could he really make her wait? Hell, yes! And he was no doubt enjoying every minute. If he hit her between the legs again she’d probably come and she didn’t want to, not without his cock inside her. She let out a long sigh as he ran his hands over her back. If only he’d massage her again. The scent still lingered in the air, and just catching a faint whiff, she imagined his hands on her back, easing down her spine, and gently stroking the curve of her hip. Hell, she could almost feel his hands on her flesh.
“I’d like to use the flogger on you again, Lady Katherine. Do I have your permission?”
Chapter Ten
He was asking? She lifted her head off as far as she could with arms bound. “Yes!” Why the hell had she said that? She didn’t want that again, or did she? Her cunt throbbed in anticipation. The hurt would be worth it to feel the pleasure that followed. The hurt was the pleasure.
She relaxed into the pillows as best she could, and waited. Willing herself to relax as she waited for the thrill that came on the heels of pain.
The tresses of the flogger, slapped her shoulders gently before trailing down her back, over her rump, and down her left thigh, eliciting a sigh of total pleasure and submission. This was what she wanted, what she loved, and what only Jud, and his alter-ego Black Jack Tar, could give her. The soft leather and ribbon now kissed her other thigh. Tickling the tender spot behind her knee before sweeping up and back to her shoulders. She almost cried out with delight, but bit her lips together. If she said she liked it, he’d do something else.
He continued. She lost count of how many times the flogger swept up and down her willing body. She tried to stay still, but gave up the effort, her body rocking with the movement of the tresses, her back arching as the trails of sweet leather wrought their magic on her body. This she could take all night. This was pleasure she’d never imagined. She’d be his prisoner any time he asked. She’d walk naked in the snow to have h
im do this again. As the flogger brushed across the back of her thighs, wrapping softly around the sensitive skin, she realized it was possible to faint from pleasure. She was giddy with desire. Her entire world became a whirlpool of sensation.
Until she realized he’d stopped.
“Why?“ she cried out in disappointment.
“I can’t wield the whip, and unbutton these damn, authentic pants!”
A gasp of anticipation came out louder than intended. If he was undoing his pants, he had to be getting ready to…
His hands grabbed her hips, stopping any movement. The warm head of his cock brushed the crack of her ass. For one horrid moment, she feared he would bugger her after all his promises, but no…with a hard thrust he was in her. Deep and hard and hot.
Nothing she’d imagined had ever been this incredible! Not even her wildest dreams compared to this. He pistoned in and out. Slowly, each motion adding to the sensations flooding her mind. Either he was larger than any man she’d had, or he was discovering nerve endings she never knew she possessed. Little involuntary whimpers accompanied his rhythm. Her hips rocked of their own volition. She was climbing, as she reached each level of sensation, he pulled her higher. Never before, ever, it was incredible, fantastic! She’d surely come soon…
She cried out with frustration when he withdrew, slamming her head into the mattress, and tugging her hands in an effort to release herself but his knots held. “Why? How could you?” She was screaming, but didn’t care. This was sheer torture. The man was a sadist. She hated him. Once she got free she’d clout him, right where he’d never forget.