Her Pirate Master (Entwined Fates)

by Michaels, Trista Ann

  She looked at him as though she was offended. “Of course. I would never…” She shook her head and frowned. “Never mind. Like you would believe me anyway.”

  Haydrien didn’t bother to answer. “Lear is going to take you to my quarters.”

  She glanced at the mountain fortress and frowned. “Not there, I hope.”

  “Careful, sub. That’s my home.”

  He turned and walked away, leaving her in Lear’s care. Yes, it was falling down, but the backside and most of the eastern-facing walls were still intact. The fortress would be the last place fixed. His people and their homes came first.

  Chapter Seven

  Jack stood inside Haydrien’s quarters and glared across the room at the doctor. He’d run every scan possible on her and declared her fit to sexually please his liege.

  Was he serious? She’d be damned if she would sexually please the arrogant ass, although she never said that out loud to him. She’d finally gotten at least some control of her tongue, for now.

  She turned her back to the doctor and walked around the oversize room, examining the walls. On the far side was his bondage area. She refused to look too closely at the toys that lined the shelf and the shackles that hung from the wall.

  Would he use those on her? Most likely.

  She shivered despite the warmth in the room and hugged herself as she walked to the double doors that opened onto a large balcony. Although the outside of this massive home had been built of stone, the inside was very modern and rivaled her home on Tilarus.

  According to Lear, all the rooms except for the ones they used regularly had been emptied and the furniture given to those who’d lost theirs. Jack hated to admit it, but she admired his loyalty to his people. Apparently he stole to take care of them. Did that make it any better?

  She stepped outside and stared over the railing to the valley floor below. They were so high up her head spun, so she stepped back and sat in one of the two cushioned chairs. A small table sat between the chairs, and she ran her fingers over the smooth polished stone of the tabletop. Muted tones of gold, red, and brown swirled together, creating a pattern that looked almost man-made, but had obviously been done by nature.

  Had this stone come from here?

  Sighing, she dropped her head back against the cushion and stared out over the mountains. To her right a massive waterfall slid down the mountain to the river below. She closed her eyes and listened to the water as it fell. It created a cool breeze that ruffled her hair and lowered the temperature around her.

  No wonder he’d chosen this room as his. It was peaceful here. Too bad she couldn’t relax. All she could think about was her punishment to come.

  “Morning, Doc.”

  Jack’s whole body tingled at the sound of Haydrien’s deep, booming voice. She stiffened but kept her gaze on the mountains.

  “Morning, Haydrien,” the doctor replied. “You’ll be happy to know she’s in perfect health.”

  “Excellent. Birth control?”

  Jack bristled and frowned.

  “Already implanted.”

  “Perfect. Where is she?” he asked.

  “On the terrace.”

  Haydrien’s footsteps echoed on the stone tiles as he walked outside to join her. Jack kept her gaze straight ahead, determined not to look at him.

  “I wasn’t able to get my clothes off the ship,” she said, still not looking at him.

  “You won’t need them here,” he replied as he sat in the other seat.

  “So you’re going to keep me naked the whole time?” she asked sarcastically. Turning slightly in her seat, she faced him.

  “That would certainly make it easier for me to have you anytime I wanted, now wouldn’t it?” he replied.

  Jack tried to determine if he was serious or not. Unfortunately he had too good a poker face. “Are you trying to scare me?”

  He snorted. “I think it’s obvious that would be a waste of time.”

  “You have my clean bill of health. Do I get yours?”

  “If I’m going through all the trouble to make sure you’re clean, then most likely I am as well, don’t you think?”

  She scowled and turned her attention back to the view. “What do you want with Marcone?”

  “Worried about him?” he countered.

  “Of course.”

  “I want him to pay for the destruction of my ship and the death of the hands on board.”

  Jack closed her eyes briefly at the sadness that gripped her chest. “That was your ship?” She swallowed the lump of sadness that threatened to choke her. “It was an accident.”

  “And you know this how?” he asked. “Because he told you?”

  “I was there. Those ships were old, but we didn’t realize how old until we fired. The shot was only supposed to be a warning. The hull couldn’t withstand it, and the ship blew.”

  Her voice cracked, and she quickly swallowed the tears that threatened to spill over. The destruction of that ship had haunted her ever since. She’d never meant for that to happen.

  Maybe she deserved this.

  “Tears for your captain?” Haydrien taunted.

  Jack sniffed and stood to walk back into the bedroom. “Screw you,” she snarled.

  Haydrien caught her wrist as she walked past. She winced at the small bite of pain that traveled up her arm when he pressed against the bruises that had formed from his rough grip just eighteen hours before. With so many boys in her family who liked to roughhouse, she was used to bruises.

  He lifted it and studied the light purple marks. In a move that surprised her, he gently rubbed his thumb across them, and a warm tingle began to travel upward. She watched in stunned shock as he brought her wrist to his mouth and kissed it. The feel of his full, warm lips against her cold skin sent a shiver of awareness up her spine. She quickly jerked her hand free.

  He met her gaze, and Jack hardened her resolve. He may be handsome. He may be sexy. He may even, at times, show a gentle side, but she refused to let her heart soften toward him. He was her captor. Nothing more.

  “I believe you have a punishment coming,” he murmured.

  Jack tensed and took a small step back.

  “Strip,” he commanded.

  Her eyes widened. “What?”

  “I said strip.” He smiled. “Or would you prefer I do it for you?”

  “Neither.”

  “That’s not an option.”

  He reached for her hand, and Jack jerked away. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and it was all she could do to keep from shaking.

  “Are we really going to play this game again? You’re only making it worse. Wouldn’t it be better to get it over with?”

  She swallowed and lifted her chin. “Fine, but keep your hands to yourself.”

  Haydrien laughed as he walked past her and back inside. “You may undress without my help, but I can assure you, I will not keep my hands to myself.”

  Jack stood still, hoping he would change his mind. That he would leave the room. It was a fruitless hope, she knew, but she hoped nonetheless.

  “I’m waiting,” he said as he stood by the wall just inside the door and watched her.

  He reached for one of the wrist cuffs hanging from the wall, and Jack swallowed. Her stomach knotted in both fear and a sickening kind of excitement at the idea of being bound. What was wrong with her?

  She still hadn’t moved, and he frowned. “Now, Jacquelyn.”

  With an angry flick of her hands, she lifted her shirt over her head and threw it at him. He dodged it easily, then grinned. “Missed. Try again.”

  Jack bit her lips and decided this was getting her nowhere. She kicked off her shoes with a huff and let them land where they may. Taking a deep breath for courage, she unbuttoned the fly on her pants and lowered them down her hips. Haydrien’s gaze followed her every move, and the heat in his eyes made her heart race.

  She’d had men gaze at her that way before, but never once had their looks left her with the same
breathless anticipation that Haydrien’s did. Was it her situation, or was it him?

  Keeping her gaze on his, she reached behind her and slowly unclasped her lacy bra. The weight of her breasts felt heavy as she lowered the garment and let it fall to the floor. Haydrien’s appreciative stare dropped to her breasts before shifting to her panties.

  “The rest of it,” he commanded.

  With trembling fingers, Jack pushed her panties down. Once she’d stepped out of them, she kicked the flimsy material aside. She might be all regulation uniform on the outside, but underneath, where no one could see, she liked satiny, lacy garments against her skin.

  And despite how much she tried to fight it, she really liked the hungry way Haydrien was looking at her right now.

  Chapter Eight

  It took everything Haydrien had not to pull her into his arms and kiss the very breath from her lungs. She looked incredible. He let his gaze travel the length of her body from her toes to her shaved pussy to her perky breasts to her beautiful gray-blue eyes. He could never get enough of looking at her, especially the way the sunlight shone behind her, highlighting her hair and giving her skin a warm, golden glow.

  “Come here, sub,” he said.

  She took a hesitant step. He watched her breasts lift as she took a deep breath before continuing forward. Once she reached his side, he took her wrist and placed it in the cuff. She stared at the soft, cushioned material and then glanced at him in surprise.

  He ignored her look and grabbed her other wrist, placing it in the opposite shackle. He squatted, then spread her legs, placing each ankle in a shackle as well. He stood up, then stepped back so he could admire her spread-eagle against the wall.

  “Now that is a lovely sight,” he murmured.

  Jack frowned, and he couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at his lips. She was such a spitfire. He walked forward and brushed the backs of his fingers over her nipples. She flinched, and he pinched them hard, making her gasp in surprise.

  “Relax, sub. You may find that you like this punishment.”

  She snorted softly. Haydrien moved to grab a few toys from the shelf closest to him. He pulled down a long, thin dildo and held it up. He peered at her around the rod. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “No?” he asked, just before setting it aside. “This one I think would be better.”

  He pulled down a thicker one and covered it with lube. He walked over to her and placed the toy between the legs. She gasped as the cold lube hit her folds. He gave her a second, then pressed the toy deep inside her. She visibly swallowed. Haydrien didn’t miss the tremor that skimmed along her flesh or the flare of heat that made the gray in her eyes deepen like storm clouds.

  Her face flushed as Haydrien turned the rod, positioning it so the flare at the base would rub against her clit. He used his fingers to spread her, making sure the toy fit perfectly against the tiny nub.

  He looked at her face and was fascinated by the play of emotions. She was angry—that was obvious—but she was also aroused and slightly intrigued. He moved his palms over her breasts, lifting them as he squeezed. She narrowed her eyes, and her breathing became more shallow and quick. He lowered his hands to her waist and dipped his head. He slowly swiped his tongue over an extended nipple.

  She gasped, and her whole body tensed. He gently sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth, then rubbed his tongue back and forth over her hard nipple until he eventually heard a soft moan escape her lips. He shifted to the other breast and repeated the motion, smiling to himself at the hitch in her breathing as she struggled to not show how much she was actually liking this.

  JACK COULD HARDLY breathe when Haydrien covered her second breast with his mouth. Every part of her body burned from the feel of his hot lips against her skin. Without intending to, her hips shifted slightly, forcing the base of the rod to rub against her clit. She gasped again at the spark of lust that touch sent to her core.

  This was what he considered to be punishment? God help her.

  He moved away, and despite the heat lingering on her breasts, a blast of cold air hit her moist areola, making her shudder. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he brought two devices from the shelf. One was a flogger; the other was a small box he put in this pocket. He again reached toward the shelf and pulled down what looked like two gold pieces of jewelry.

  Jack knew instantly what they were and began to shake her head.

  “Nos aren’t allowed here, sub,” he said as he walked forward.

  Jack tensed as he placed a clamp over her right nipple. The sting burned straight to her womb. She winced and bit her tongue as he placed the second clamp over the other one. Both her breasts throbbed, and heat continued to travel in waves throughout her body, coming to rest in the quivering walls of her channel.

  Next he pulled the box from his pocket and hit a button. The rod in her vagina began to vibrate, and the elongated base hummed against her clit. She groaned as wicked sensation shot up her spine.

  He was going to make her come. That was her punishment: to make her scream in pleasure while he watched on and smiled in delight. Damn son of a bitch. She would show him. She would fight this. She refused to come for his amusement.

  He shut off the device, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

  Unfortunately, that relief was short-lived.

  He swung his arm back, and Jack braced herself for the lash of the flogger. The leather straps hit her flesh just below her ribs with a resounding slap. Pain made her skin quiver, and she hissed. He swung again, this time catching her midthigh. The lashes curled around the back of her leg. Pleasure-pain made her gasp in startled surprise; then she bit down on her tongue, refusing to make another sound.

  He swung again, letting the lashes curl around her hip. Her body jerked, but her hold on her tongue kept her quiet. Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on something other than the lust coursing through her veins. It was as if he knew that physically she would like this.

  The lashes of the flogger hit her hip again at almost the same spot. Burning pain made her gut clench, but she was determined to keep from crying out, determined to not let him see how much she enjoyed this.

  He hit her again and turned on the device in her vagina at exactly the same instant. Jack lost the hold she had on her tongue and moaned deep in her throat. She was defenseless now. Every part of her body hummed from the stimulation and the wicked pleasure-pain that racked her limbs.

  He shifted sides and swung the flogger again, this time swinging it between her legs. Jack’s eyes flew open as the lashes flicked her pussy. She swallowed down the scream she wanted to release as he swung the flogger once more, hitting her other hip.

  The toy vibrated between her walls, the base enticingly rubbing gently against her clit. Shaking her head, she fought to deny her rising release. Haydrien swung the flogger once more, again hitting her aching mound.

  She could fight it no longer.

  She dropped her head back, and her knees gave way, forcing her weight on her wrists. Haydrien increased the flicks, moving the flogger from one side to the other, each sting blending together. It was too much. It was not enough.

  He turned up the toy, increasing the vibrations. Jack screamed, unable to hold her orgasm back any longer. Tears burned her eyes, and pleasure unlike anything she’d felt before rushed through her. The room spun, and her ears rang with the sound of her cries of release. He’d gotten her. He’d made her come.

  That was the worst possible punishment he could inflict.

  He turned off the toy, and Jack sighed, wishing he would just leave her in peace. Several seconds passed in silence, and her curiosity got the better of her. She opened her eyes and met his gaze from just two feet away. She gasped at the hunger that made his eyes almost black. His breathing was just as erratic as hers, and his lips were set in a firm, angry line.

  Just looking at him made her walls clench around the rod invading her channel. Would he take her now? Would he further humiliate her by proving th
e power he had over her?

  He stepped forward, and without taking his gaze off hers, he gently pulled the rod from her sensitive channel. Jack swallowed at the emptiness that now gripped her still-lustful body. Even after that orgasm, she wanted another, and that thought made her angry.

  “Are you done with me now?” she snarled.

  He didn’t say anything, just removed one of the clamps holding her nipple. Blood rushed back into the tiny nub, and she whimpered at the sting. Holding her lips closed, she prepared herself for the removal of the second one. He put his fingers on the clamp but stopped. Jack held her breath, wondering what he had in mind. He removed this one slowly, and the sting wasn’t as bad as the first, but it was still enough to make her shudder.

  He leaned down and surprised her by placing a gentle kiss on each nipple as though trying to soothe the ache. Jack frowned, determined to remain aloof to his charms.

  “I think you’ve had enough punishment for today,” he murmured. Reaching up, he released her wrists. “I believe you can get the rest of it.”

  She watched in stunned silence as he walked over and grabbed her clothes. “Wait. Where are you going with those?”

  “To have them cleaned. You’ll get them back later,” he replied as he began to walk from the room.

  “What am I supposed to wear?” she demanded.

  “Find something in my closet,” he said and then was gone.

  Jack gaped, then cursed. “Damn son of a… I hate you!” she screamed.

  Chapter Nine

  Haydrien walked to the other hall and leaned against the wall. Every inch of his body hurt, and his balls were drawn up so tight he could hardly breathe. All he could see in his head was the look on her beautiful face when she’d finally let herself go and succumbed to her orgasm.

  Damn, she’d been stunning. So stunning, in fact, it was all he could do to not fuck her right then. But that wasn’t why he brought her here. Maybe after this, she would keep that smart mouth shut, and he wouldn’t have to give her another punishment. It turned out he was punishing himself more than her.