“Go stand in the middle of the room,” she ordered.
He did as he was told, curiosity and arousal building up to explosive force. She began to circle him, her gaze sweeping up and down the length of his body. He turned his head to follow her.
“I'm a pirate queen, and I've conquered your vessel,” she told him. He spun around, astonished. With that sensual smile and that look in her eye, she was a creature he'd never seen before. Mysterious and unpredictable. His perilous princess, swathed in midnight and moonlight. “Whoa,” he breathed. “You're really going for it, aren't you?”
“Oh, yes. I almost made you walk the plank, but when I looked you over, when I saw those muscles, the shape of that butt, that bulge in the front of your pants, I decided that it would be a sad waste of a prime piece of male flesh.”
“Was I the captain of the captured ship?”
She flung the stole onto the bed. “Does it matter?” She lifted her arms gracefully as she circled him, as if casting a spell. The movement lifted her bosom another tantalizing inch out of the bodice.
His eyes followed her, transfixed. “It does to me,” he admitted.
Her shoulders lifted in an indifferent shrug. “All right. Be the captain, if you like. But it makes no difference. You're just my slave now. And the more you cling to your lost power and control, the more you will suffer. Let go, slave. Give in to your new destiny.”'
His mouth dropped open in a soundless laugh. “Wow. Cruel, heartless pirate queen. I'm in truly deep shit now, huh?”
“Yes, you are,” she coolly agreed “My brawny pirate henchmen, who worship me, have dragged you down to my cabin. Your very existence now depends upon how much pleasure you give me. So get ready to exert yourself... sailor boy.”
His grin reached around to the back of his head. “When I make you scream with pleasure, will they rush in and kill me?”
“They have their orders,” she murmured coolly. “They're used to my indulgences. Take off your clothes.”
Rained voice, usually so musical and lilting, had suddenly acquired the sharp snap of authority. He leaped to obey her, fingers trembling with eagerness, and yanked off his clothes. He had a moment of doubt when she caught sight of the SIG Sauer. She blinked, but made no comment as he unbuckled the shoulder holster and placed it on the bedside table. She made an impatient gesture. He forgot about the gun and finished stripping with feverish haste, leaving his clothing in a tangled heap on the floor.
He stood in the middle of the room, stark naked and hugely erect. She began circling him again, close enough so he could smell her delicate perfume, like a mix of warm honey and violets after a rainstorm. He felt the insubstantial kiss of her breath on his shoulders, the back of his neck. Then she was touching him, her cool fingers brushing across him, measuring, petting, teasing. Cupping his balls, gripping his cock. Sliding her soft hand with agonizing slowness. Squeezing. Oh, God, this was going to kill him.
“Very nice. Big and strong and vigorous looking,” she murmured. “I haven't seen such a fine specimen in a long time.”
He tried not to groan. “Seen a lot of them, hmm?”
“Oh, more than you can imagine.” Her hands were getting warm as they brushed over his ass, gripping the hard muscle with an approving sigh. “All colors and shapes and sizes. I'm insatiable, you see. I keep them for as long as they arouse me. It's in your best interests to try very hard to please me, if you wish to stave off that inevitable day that you bore me, and I decide to make you walk the plank after all.”
“I'll do my very best,” he promised.
“Wise lad,” she murmured, her cool hands sliding tenderly over his chest, feeling every bump and hollow. “Lie down on the bed.”
Grinning seemed out of place in her fantasy scenario, but he had no control over his face. He didn't care, though. He had abandoned his brain, he was in free fall. She could do anything she liked with him. He spread-eagled himself on the bed, and grinned up at her like an idiot.
Raine sauntered up to the bed, reaching back to unhook her skirt “Do I need to tie you, or are you going to be a good boy?”
He was almost tempted. His eye fell upon the SIG on the bedside table. A tiny crumb of sanity returned, just in time. Bondage games in Victor Lazar's lair were a little too dangerous even for him to contemplate.
“I'll be good for now,” he said. “I can't speak for later.”
He groaned, almost in pain, when she let the skirt drift to the ground. It billowed and crumpled like a parachute. She kicked it away, and he stared, openmouthed, at her pale, perfect thighs, the deep blue stockings, the barely-there panties made of midnight colored lace. It all matched the outrageous blue corset thing that must have given a raging hard-on to every man at that dining table tonight.
She turned around and leaned over to unbuckle her stiletto heeled shoes. Deliberately giving him a long, mind-blowing look at her round, rosy buttocks, tenderly framed by the cock-teasing scrap of lace. She flung them away, straightened up and slowly hooked her thumbs into the panties. She tugged them down, inch by inch, until they cleared the curve of her thigh and dropped, revealing the soft puff of blond ringlets. She seized the bottom of the corset thing, paused and gave him a slow, sultry smile. She tugged it down until her taut pink nipples popped over the edge.
It was the look on her face, more than anything, that dazzled him. Fey, potent sexual magic. It made her radiant. She was a she-wolf in the moonlight; a wild, beautiful animal discovering the full extent of her power over him. She climbed up onto the bed and curled her legs under herself, trailing her fingers across his body.
He reached for her, and she slapped down his hand. “Ah, ah, ah,” she purred “Don't presume, slave. Do as you're bid.”
“Next time, I get to conquer your vessel,” he told her.
She slapped his hand away again. “You're always conquering my vessel, you big bully. Behave yourself. Or do I have to summon my brawny pirate henchmen to subdue you?”
“You're driving me nuts, Raine,” he groaned.
“Good nuts, or bad nuts?”
He shook his head, helpless, and she laughed. “It's high time you knew how it felt,” she whispered. Her fingertip trailed down the steely, throbbing length of his penis. “My pirate henchmen love it when I torture my love slaves. Sometimes, when they're very good... I let them watch.”
“What the hell?” He surged up into the sitting position.
She shoved him back down. “Ah, ah, ah. Careful, slave.”
“You hot little bitch.” A feverish red flush suffused his face. “I'm going to make you pay for this.”
“Really?” she taunted. “Does the image bother you?” She seized his penis, murmuring in approval at his involuntary gasp. She stroked him, squeezing gently, and shocked a helpless groan out of him. “Hmm. Well, it doesn't seem to bother you,” she said, in mock puzzlement. “If I didn't know any better, I would think that it really ... excited you.”
“I thought you said you weren't an exhibitionist.”
She laughed at him softly. “I'm not, you idiot. This is just a fantasy.” She swung her thigh over his neck and straddled him, lowering her sex to his mouth. “Now shut up, sailor boy, and put your tongue to better use.”
He needed no further urging. She could reach inside him and drive him to a screaming frenzy every time, without even trying. But he had tricks of his own. He was going to use every last one of them.
Seth trapped her hips in his hands and pressed his face against her delicious cunt, wallowing in her, lapping at her with tender ferocity. He could never get enough of the sweet-salt flavor of her labia, the damp blond ringlets that shielded it, the tender, swollen little bud of her clit. Her slender, strong body flexed and arched above him, her hips jerked. She cried out wildly as she exploded, shuddering as waves of pleasure rocked through her.
He caught her, and lay her gently on her side. The fierce, conquering energy that had sustained the pirate queen's personality had been rendered down l
ike molten gold in the forge of pleasure. She was liquid, helpless. Her hair was breaking loose of its moorings, and he plucked out the pins,
combing through it carefully with his fingers until he'd found them all. They'd done something to her hair to take the curl out. He hoped it wasn't permanent. It was still beautiful, but he liked the long ringlets better than this too perfect, satin-smooth floss.
He got up, rummaging quietly through his bag until he found the box of condoms. Raine was curled on her side on the bed, one stocking on, one off, breasts still spilling seductively out over the top of her corset. He sheathed his throbbing cock in the condom. Whatever she had in mind, he wanted to be ready for it. And if she had no further ideas, no problem. He had plenty of ideas of his own.
Raine smiled with misty pleasure, eyes still closed, when she felt his fingers at her back unhooking the tight bodice. She breathed a sigh of relief when it came loose. The thing did great things for her figure, but it was not the most comfortable garment she'd ever worn.
He rolled her onto her back, parting her legs and peeling off the remaining stocking. His callused fingertips rasped tenderly up the length of her legs in a long, appreciative caress. She stretched like a pampered kitten, arching and wiggling with voluptuous pleasure even before his fingers brushed across her damp sex.
“Did I pass?” he asked.
“Hmm?”
“Will the sexpot pirate queen let me live to love another day?”
She reached out to caress the jut of his erection, already conveniently sheathed in latex, she noted with interest. “It depends on your stamina,” she said sternly. “You didn't think that the pirate queen would be satisfied with one little orgasm, did you?”
“That orgasm was not little. It went on and on.” He lifted her up until she straddled him. “Show me who's boss, pirate queen. Ride me.”
Raine was still shaky from the aftermath of her last orgasm, and she braced herself against him, splaying her hands across his hard chest. The unfamiliar position made her feel clumsy and uncertain.
Seth took control smoothly, lifting her up and nudging himself inside her. It was always a shock, the heat and solid hardness of him pushing, forging his way in. But she was relaxed, her sheath soft and moist from his tender skill. She enveloped him easily, with a shuddering moan of pleasure. She touched his face and found it hot and damp with sweat. The unguarded look in his eyes moved her, and she collapsed across his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
In that moment all their power games, playful or otherwise, were revealed to her for exactly what they were. Superficial games, to distract them from the strength of their feelings. She didn't feel conquering, or conquered. She felt unveiled. She knew herself better in that moment than she ever had before, her fears and her hunger and her loneliness. AH of it was brilliantly lit, out in the open for them both to see.
She saw him, too, in an infinity of poignant details: the mole on his shoulder, the sweeping winged pattern of his heavy eyebrows, the seams carved around his wide mouth. The sharp-cut line of his full, sensual lips. Seth's dark eyes were full of the terrible knowledge of their mutual vulnerability, just as her own must be.
It filled her with tenderness, a burning ache. She hid her face against his shoulder and lost herself in the surging, voluptuous tempo of his body beneath her. It wasn't power she surrendered to as she clenched herself around him. It was wonder. Breathless, knocked fiat, heart-swelling wonder, leaving her soft and helpless.
He wound his fingers through her hair and gently tugged until she lifted her head. The dark intensity of his gaze reached inside her and saw everything she was. Accepting it, wanting it.
“Hey.” He rolled her onto her back, still joined, pressing her into the crumpled sheets. “You never told me the rest of the story.”
Raine clutched his shoulders and arched, opening herself to accept more of him. “What? What story?”
“What happens to the pirate queen and the captured sailor.”
“Oh.” She laughed, breathless and charmed by his mischievous grin. “I, um, don't know the rest yet,” she admitted.
“I do. Sailor stud is so insatiably hot in bed, he fucks the pirate queen senseless. Totally blows her mind. Nobody's ever given her such good head before. She loses it. She gets swept away. She falls in love.”
He had never used that word before. The scary word. The L-word.
Raine clenched her arms and legs around him and licked her lips, tried to remember how to speak. “That's terribly dangerous,” she said. “She shouldn't compromise her power like that. It's sure to be her ruin.”
“Yeah, I know, but the poor chick can't help it. She just goes nuts when he touches her like this.” He reached between them and rolled his thumb tenderly around her clitoris, making her gasp and heave against him. “She loves it when he thrusts his cock inside her, all the way, like this, and stirs her around... and around, like a nice, big stick... see? Hitting all her sweet little love buttons, inside and out She's just got to have it. He's too good. She's hooked....”
She cried out, losing the thread of the story as the deep thrusting of his shaft within her combined with his clever, skilful fingers to provoke another sensual explosion inside her.
When she opened her eyes, he was waiting patiently, staring down at her. He folded her legs up and rose up onto his knees for a better view as he withdrew. He slid just the head of his cock up, down, all around her clitoris, in a tender, highly stimulating caress.
Raine tried to make her trembling lips form words. “She's sexy and insatiable, yes, but she's tough, too,” she said shakily. “She wouldn't let herself be controlled by sex, no matter how amazing it is. She's more than just an overheated body. She has a brain, you know. Otherwise she wouldn't be top dog.”
“Yeah, but don't forget She has a heart, too.”
Raine stared into his eyes, speechless.
Seth nudged himself inside her body once again. “That's what gets her, see. Her heart. Sailor stud finds the key to it. He gets past her armor, sees all her secret wounds. He understands why she's such a scary, bad-ass babe, why she thinks that she needs all that control. He finds the vulnerable woman inside, and for the first time ever... he makes that woman feel safe.”
“Oh,” she gasped.
He slid a hand beneath her buttocks, lifting her so he could wedge himself still deeper. “But it goes both ways,” he said. “Sailor stud is in bad trouble. He's never had it so good, see? He's almost willing to just surrender. Almost willing to settle for a life of humiliating captivity, just so he can have that red-hot, sex-crazed pirate queen lather him up and ride him into screaming oblivion every night And before he knows it, crash, bam. He's in love with her, too.”
She reached up, gripped his shoulders and hung on for dear life. “A disaster,” she said. “What a dilemma.”
“Hell, yeah. It's nightmare for the poor bastard. His heart is being squeezed in a fucking vise.” Seth slid inside her in a slow, heavy lunge.
Raine squeezed her eyes shut. “What... what does sailor stud decide?” She held her breath. The fate of her whole world might hang upon his answer. Or then again, maybe not. Maybe it was just another game for him. She couldn't know, or guess. She could only feel.
She opened her eyes when she felt his hand against her face, and was immediately lost in the intensity of his dark gaze. He pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. His fingers brushed her cheek, soft and reverent “I don't know the rest of the story yet I'm making it up as I go along, too, Raine. Just like you.”
His shaky, uncertain tone made her heart turn over with terrified joy. “Well, um, the pirate henchmen are getting restless,” she said, trying for an airy tone. “They're crazed with jealousy for sailor stud—”
“Because pirate queen wants him all to herself. She won't let them watch. Not even once.” His eyes dared her to argue with him.
“Not even once,” she conceded gentry. “The door to her cabin is locked, and she covers up all t
he spy-holes in the wall.”
“So they know their perfect world is threatened. Their goddess, their whole reason for being, has been seduced away from them.” He scooped the nape of her neck into his big, warm hand, smoothing her hair over the pillow. “They want things the way they were before. They want their goddess back, but she's changed. You can't turn back time. You can't stop a force of nature. You can't stop love.”
“No” she whispered, in total agreement. “You can't.”
He moved inside her, melting her heart with the powerfully erotic sweetness of their lovemaking. He draped her arms over his neck, sliding his arms beneath her shoulders.
“Hold on tight,” he said. “Listen carefully. This is how it goes. Pirate henchmen hatch a plot to tie up sailor stud hand and foot and throw him overboard, but pirate queen gets wind of it at the very last moment. She dives into the ocean with her dagger clenched between her teeth, grabs him before he sinks, and cuts his bonds. Even though the crew has mutinied, and she knows that she and sailor stud will be left out there in the drink... shark chow.”
She tried to smile, but her mouth was trembling “Oh, come on,” she protested. “She would never do that. You're pushing it, Seth.”
“He gives truly excellent head,” Seth explained. He pulled out of her and slid down the length of her body, splaying her legs wide, and proceeded to illustrate his point. He took her clitoris delicately between his teeth and flicked his tongue across it, skillfully, without stopping.
The pleasure went on and on, and finally she seized as much of his short, silky hair as she could grasp and tugged. “OK, OK,” she pleaded. “She'll jump into the sea, shell fight sharks with her dagger, she'll do anything, I promise. Just come back inside me, please. I need your arms around me.”
Seth rubbed his face against her thigh and nuzzled her navel, kissing his way slowly up her body with hot, wet, sucking kisses. He got distracted when he reached her breasts, and stayed there, suckling and licking until she was writhing with delirious frustration, struggling to yank him up to where she needed him.
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