Her Pirate Master (Entwined Fates)

by Michaels, Trista Ann

  “Shit,” she mumbled.

  Haydrien must’ve heard her, for he turned an amused look in her direction. “Such a foul mouth for such a pretty woman,” he murmured.

  “I know. Lots of males in my family.”

  “Huh,” he said, his lips twitching slightly. “That explains some things.”

  If he really knew her, he would know it explained a lot. Whatever her brother and cousins did, then so did she. There wasn’t anything they could do that she couldn’t.

  “Place your hands on the table,” he commanded as he pulled a chair out of the way.

  Jack walked over and placed her hands on the tabletop.

  “Move your feet farther back and spread your legs.”

  After pausing just a second to catch her breath, she did as he asked.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jack could hardly stand still. The toys vibrating inside her made her want to rotate her hips so badly. Behind her, she could sense Haydrien moving. She braced for the first swing of the paddle. When it landed against her ass, she screamed before she could stop herself.

  The paddle was so much harder than his hand, the sting so much more intense. Before he hit her a second time, he turned up the toys. She gasped and dropped to her elbows. The chain caught on the table and pulled at her nipples, making her hiss loudly.

  Her whole body tingled with excitement and rising lust.

  Haydrien swung again, hitting her in almost the exact same spot. Jack dropped her forehead to the table and whimpered. The sting in her ass sent hot shivers of delight up her spine. The vibration of the toys added to the sensations, quickly sending her to the edge of that blissful precipice.

  Another whack to her backside, and she moaned. She could already feel her orgasm beginning. Both of her channels pulsed around the toys. Even though nothing touched it, her clit hummed.

  He smacked her ass with the paddle again, and she squealed.

  She heard the paddle hit the floor. She glanced over her shoulder at Haydrien. He hurriedly unzipped his pants, freeing his massive cock. She’d swear he was bigger than he was the last time. But then the last time he’d just come from a blowjob.

  He grabbed her arm and jerked her up. Jack frowned as he turned her around and pushed her back against the table. He reached between her legs and removed the toys, then jerked the belt off. The toys fell to the floor forgotten, but the sensations they’d left humming through her body remained.

  He grabbed her waist and lifted her so that she sat on the table. “Lie back,” he growled.

  Jack moved to her back as he put one of her legs over his shoulder, the other around his waist. He entered her so hard and fast, Jack screamed in stunned surprise.

  A stretching pain filled her vagina as her walls struggled to accommodate him. He held himself deep, gently grinding while her body became accustomed to his length and girth. Jack panted as he pressed deeper, rubbing his groin against her oversensitive clit.

  He growled in approval, then increased his thrusts, pumping harder and faster. Jack began to move with him, lifting her hips off the table, forcing him even farther inside her throbbing channel.

  “Oh, yes,” she screamed as her release began to once again build from deep inside her.

  Just as the waves of release began, Haydrien removed one of the clamps. Blood rushed into her nipple, and she yelled at the burning ache that filled her breast.

  The sharp bite of pain only strengthened her orgasm, and she bucked against him wildly, desperately seeking more. At the height of her orgasm, he released the other clamp. Jack screamed as her release crested a second time.

  If she’d been anywhere near coherent, she would’ve been appalled at how loud she was being, but she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop the screams or the pleasure that still snaked its way up her spine.

  “Haydrien,” she whined. “Please.”

  With one final thrust, he shouted and came deep inside her. Her walls were stretched around him so tightly she could feel every throb, every spurt of his hot cum against her channel. She’d never come that hard in her life.

  “So much for punishment,” he said as he bent down to lightly kiss her cheek.

  Jack buried her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feel of the silken strands as they slid through her grip. His lips traveled along her jaw and across her chin to the other cheek. Her body still vibrated from her release, and she rotated her hips. He answered her movement by pressing deeper and brushing against her cervix.

  “You’re killing me,” she groaned. “I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  He chuckled. “That’s your punishment.”

  He let her leg fall off his shoulder, and she settled it around his waist. Haydrien pulled away slightly and cupped her face with his big, warm hands. He studied her silently with those beautiful eyes. It was all Jack could do to not grab his face and kiss him madly.

  He still hadn’t kissed her on the mouth yet, and right now, she wanted him to so badly she could hardly stand it.

  She reached up and traced his lip with the tip of her finger. What would those lips feel like against hers? Would he be gentle? Rough? Demanding? Who cared, right?

  She didn’t.

  “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered.

  She froze and stared at him in surprise. “I’m sorry,” she replied softly.

  He shook his head. “No. I am. I should’ve told you not to go there. I just didn’t think about it.”

  “That mineral could save your planet, Haydrien.”

  “I can’t financially mine it. All the equipment has been destroyed, and I can’t replace it.”

  “Partner up with someone who can.”

  The mood was gone. She knew it the second she saw his eyes harden. He tried to pull away, but she gripped his shoulders and held tight. “Don’t pull away from me,” she demanded.

  Haydrien stared at her in stunned silence.

  “Answer me,” she whispered. “Why not partner up?”

  “That’s what got us in this mess,” he replied. “The other planet got greedy, wanted more of the share. Wanted it so bad, they tried to take us over for it. It took everything we had to fight against them. For twenty years we fought. I can’t risk doing that to my people again, Jacquelyn. I’ll figure out another way.”

  Jack nodded and didn’t push the issue any further. She supposed she could understand his hesitancy, but at the same time, if he could steal for his people…

  Jack sighed and let her hand slide softly over his chest. She slid her fingers over his nipples, and smiled when the muscles beneath her touch quivered.

  HAYDRIEN STARED DOWN at her, silently watching. Her touch was soft as a feather, but the impact was like that of a wrecking ball. Watching her take that spanking and then scream in pleasure had been the most potent aphrodisiac he could’ve ever taken. And the second he’d gotten inside her… Her tight walls had felt so good all he’d been able to do was grunt and groan. Forget about talking. Even after that mind-blowing orgasm, he was still hard as a damn rock.

  She made him crazy. She made him smile. Most of all, she made him happy. He couldn’t remember the last time he was happy, the last time he looked forward to sleeping in his bed, or even just going to his room. What did it all mean? Was he falling in love with her? Did he want to fall in love with her? Hell, right now, he didn’t know.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her upward. She moaned and held to his shoulders. She touched her lips to the side of his neck, and he felt his balls draw up tight.

  “Hold on to me,” he whispered.

  Putting his hands under her ass, he held her against him as he strolled to the door. She didn’t say anything until he opened it and headed out into the hallway.

  “Haydrien,” she whispered. “There might be people.”

  “So?” he growled as he rushed up the main stairs at the front of the house.

  No one hardly ever used this side anymore, so he was doubtful they’d ru
n into anyone before he reached his room. Normally, he wouldn’t care who saw him naked, but he had a feeling Jacquelyn did, and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel embarrassed.

  He made his way down two hallways, then turned down a third before finally getting to his door. Once inside, he shut the door loudly with his foot and walked quickly to the bed.

  He settled on his knees at the foot of the bed; then with a grin, he fell forward. Jack landed on her back with a giggle.

  Haydrien smiled at the adorable carefree sound. He liked this side of her and hoped to see it more. “See? No one saw us,” he said.

  He stared at her lips. Full and red, soft and moist. He wanted to taste her, feel her lips against his own. He’d avoided doing that because it would make the sex too personal, but he had a feeling it had already gone beyond personal to something much deeper.

  Dipping his head, he brushed his lips across hers. She sighed, and her lips parted in silent invitation. He didn’t want to deepen it just yet. He wanted to draw it out, take so long that when he finally did deepen it, the pleasure would be almost orgasmic.

  He cupped her cheeks and swiped his mouth across hers again. She wiggled beneath him. He groaned and pressed his semihard cock deeper into her warmth. Her walls were so hot and wet, so tight he could feel her pulse against his cock.

  He bit at her lower lip, then nibbled gently at her upper one. She whined and lifted one leg around his hip. He smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth.

  “You’re doing this deliberately, aren’t you?” she grumbled so adorably it was all Haydrien could do to keep up the slow tease.

  “Huh-uh,” he said, then chuckled when she pinched his nipple.

  “Turnabout is fair play,” he murmured as he reached down and pinched hers.

  She moaned, and he palmed her breast, gently massaging it. She retaliated by clenching the walls of her pussy around his shaft. Haydrien hissed against her mouth.

  “Fuck.”

  She grinned and licked her lower lip, giving tit for tat. “I think we just did that,” she whispered. “And you’re still hard. Do you ever get soft?”

  He snickered. “Apparently not when it comes to you.”

  He pressed farther into her and ground his hips against her groin. She felt so good, so tight and warm, so perfect for him. He could do this all night.

  “God, you feel good,” he whispered and rotated a little faster.

  This time when he kissed her, he thrust his tongue past her lips. Jacquelyn moaned deep in her throat, and her arms snaked around his neck, holding him closer. The kiss felt like it went on forever, but it was actually one kiss that melded into another and then another.

  With every passing second, their hips moved faster, grinding against each other more frantically. Haydrien’s heart raced, and his body hummed with the rising tide of yet another orgasm.

  Damn, he’d never come this fast a second time. He quickly rolled to his back, pulling her with him. She straddled his hips and sat up, taking all of him. She dropped her head back, and the ends of her hair brushed against his thighs.

  He pushed his hips up just as she pressed down. His eyes briefly closed as a pleasure he’d only felt with her tingled through his shaft. God, he was close. One more delectable shift of her hips, and he’d lose it.

  She stilled and smiled down at him devilishly. Haydrien scowled and gripped her waist. With a loud growl of pure sexual hunger, he rolled her to her back and immediately began to pound into her.

  Over and over he showed neither of them mercy as he relentlessly drove them both over the edge.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jonah Marcone strolled into his cousin Christian Marcone’s apartment high atop the Rhinari council building. It was where all the senators resided during voting sessions, and Christian was no different. He wanted to be close so he could catch all the news or argue whatever points he needed to.

  A squeal caught him by surprise, and Jonah looked up just in time to catch Miya as she launched herself into his arms.

  He laughed. “Hey, little bit.”

  Miya was Christian’s baby sister. She was the sweet, delicate flower of the family, but if the truth were known, Miya was far from delicate. She was just as strong as her mother, Mikayla, and according to her father, just as stubborn.

  As a singer for the Rhinari opera, she’d made quite a name for herself on the Federation’s capital planet. Jonah had always been amazed that such a booming voice could come from someone so damn little and soft-spoken.

  “I heard from Chris that you were coming over,” she said as she pulled away and smiled up him.

  Miya looked just like a younger version of her mother with dark, almost black hair and eyes so deep green they rivaled summer grass. But it was her sweet, soft-hearted nature that made all the men in the family want to take care of her.

  Jonah pitied the man who would eventually marry her.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “I haven’t seen you since the street party on Daego.”

  She frowned. “Has it been that long?” She slapped at his chest playfully. “You need to come home more often. Kim is still begging me to set you up with her,” she added with a knowing smile.

  Jonah cringed. As much as he liked Kim, she just wasn’t his type. He started to say something, but Miya waved her hand. “I know, I know. She’s not your type.” She put her hand on her hips. “Just what is your type?”

  “A blonde who’s willing to get on her knees and call him Master,” Christian teased as he walked into the living room from his office.

  “Ha-ha,” Jonah said. Christian, whom everyone called Chris, was the spitting image of his father, Sidious. But then all Marcone men were. The men always took after their fathers, with white hair and gunmetal-gray eyes. Jonah kept his military short. Christian’s was long, just past his shoulders. Christian’s brother, Hayden, also wore his long. When the two stood next to each other, they looked like twins. In actuality there was about two years’ difference in their ages.

  Jonah and Christian exchanged a quick hug, then moved to sit on the sofa. On the way there, Jonah swung by the wet bar. “What have you got to drink in this place?”

  “The same thing I always have,” Christian replied.

  “Basically everything,” they both said in unison, making Miya giggle.

  “I’ll take a margarita,” Miya said.

  “Bring me a scotch,” Christian said.

  “When did I become the waiter?” Jonah asked as he fixed the drinks.

  “The second you stepped behind the bar,” Christian replied drily.

  Miya slapped him on the arm, and Christian smile dotingly at her. “Where’s Dad and Uncle Stefan?” Christian asked.

  “On their way to the newly formed Mars colony, I believe,” Jonah replied as he walked over to the couch, the three drinks balanced in his hands.

  He set them down and dropped onto the couch facing Christian and Miya. “How’s things in the senate?” Jonah asked.

  Christian rolled his eyes and reached for his scotch. “Same shit, different day. Now I know why Uncle Stefan left when he did.”

  “Chris is thinking about leaving also,” Miya said.

  Jonah frowned. “Why?” He took a sip and waited for Christian to explain.

  Christian’s gray eyes filled with frustration. “It’s a damn circus now. No one can agree. Issues are kicked down the road like a discarded can. I’m tired of running in circles and getting nothing done.”

  “But you at least try,” Miya argued.

  “What’s the point anymore? I’m thinking more and more about investing in the business I told you about.”

  Jonah raised an eyebrow. “The one on Palivan?”

  “What’s the one on Palivan?” Miya asked.

  “Nothing,” he and Christian said in unison.

  Miya’s lips twisted in frustration. “Really? Come on, guys. What do you think I’m going to do? Run and tattle?” She picked up her glass and took a la
rge sip.

  Jonah chuckled. “Well, you have in the past.”

  “I did not,” she exclaimed. “Besides, like you two never tattled.”

  Jonah shared a wince with Christian, then turned back to Miya. They’d only told on her once, and it had taken months for her to forgive them. They swore from then on, they would handle Miya themselves and not involve the sometimes overly protective parents.

  “Palivan is actually a moon. The only thing on it is a BDSM club,” he said, feeling just a twinge of guilt for leaving her out because they thought she was too innocent to know about such things.

  Her wide gaze moved from Jonah to Christian, then back to Jonah. “Really? I can see you two as Doms.”

  “Since when do you know what a Dom is?” Christian asked.

  “Since about the same time I found out what a sub is,” she replied, then smiled mischievously.

  Christian looked shocked, then about ready to hit the roof. Jonah just grinned. Despite how sweet she was, how innocent she seemed, Jonah had always had a sinking suspicion Miya knew more about the world than they gave her credit for.

  A knock sounded at the door before Christian could fly off with the fifty questions, demanding an explanation.

  “It’s open,” Christian called, probably expecting another senator or senator’s aid.

  Instead, Jonah’s assistant, Terance, walked into the room. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but your father said to retrieve you right away.”

  Jonah stood. Something must be up if he sent Terance to get him. “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “Apparently Jack has been taken hostage by Haydrien Victis. He’s demanding to see Jack Marcone and using her as bait.”

  Jonah frowned. “But he has Jack.”

  “According to Agnus, he doesn’t know that.”

  “Oh my God,” Miya said.

  Jonah barely heard her through the anger and worry that now gripped his heart in a vise. Jack was his twin, his other half. “When was she taken?” he asked.

  “About two weeks ago.”

  That was about when he’d developed an odd feeling of confinement he couldn’t shake. The feeling had lessened somewhat over the last few days but had never left him entirely. It must’ve had to do with Jack.