though it had been set on fire.
But she wasn’t yet ready to end this part of the game.
He pulled up on the chain. The clamp squeezing her clitoris shifted and the excruciating pain buckled her knees.
He held onto her. His breath was harsh against his neck. “Who do you belong to?”
The words seemed to soak into her skin. She leaned against him, taking in his strength because she had none of her own. Her whole body hummed in sexual expectation.
“You,” she uttered, defeated. “I belong to you.”
He reached up and took her wrists off the ceiling hook. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. The thick coverlet felt so soft and so comfortable. It was a definite contrast to her sensually tormented body, which still writhed with hot need.
He rolled her onto her side and spooned behind her. For a long moment, all she felt was the stroking of his hands on her sensitized skin. His sweet tending of her body only enflamed her more. She pressed against him, no longer in control of her actions. His cock pulsed against her ass and she wiggled, causing him to groan.
“Do you want something, my captive?”
“Fuck me!”
“Only if you beg.”
He continued to rub her body, ignoring the areas she wanted him to touch the most. He ignored her aching breasts and her throbbing pussy.
“Please!” She was through with the game. She craved the relief only his cock offered. She wanted to feel his penetration. She wanted him to bring her to orgasm. “Please,” she repeated. “Fuck me!”
“Get on your hands and knees, wench.”
His voice was gruff and she realized he was on the edge himself. That little tidbit served to make her hotter.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and eagerly lifted her ass. He held onto her hips and worked his cock inside her wet heat. She nearly wept at the sense of relief that filled her when he pushed all the way inside. Vaguely, she realized he was wearing a condom, though she had no idea when he had the time to put it on.
After a few slow strokes, he created a steady rhythm. He pounded into her and she loved it. She cried for more, her words tangling in her moans.
His hand crept around her waist.
She was on fire now, excitement rippling. Ohgodohgodohgod…
He jerked on the chain nearest her clit.
Her orgasm exploded.
She seemed to fly into the stars and she floated there, soaking in the light and heat until she plummeted to earth.
Her pirate tensed and plunged deeply. His fingers dug into her hips as he ejaculating. He didn’t move or breathe for what seemed forever.
Lissa collapsed to the bed. He withdrew and pressed a kiss on each of her buttocks. She laughed as he scooted off the bed, presumably to dispose of the condom.
Oh, lord. That was the most fun she’d had in a really, really long time. Her thoughts wandered to Sam. What he was doing? Had he found himself a hot, young thing? She really needed to talk to him about Janey. Why weren’t they dating? She’d never seen a more in-sync couple.
Her pirate hadn’t returned, but she was ready to see him. She dragged off the blindfold. God, her make-up was probably in shambles.
She swung her legs off the round bed. She blinked. Wow. They really were in a cave. The small dark room held the bed, with its red velvet bedspread and heart-shaped pillows, a table laden with fruits, chocolate truffles, hors d'oeuvres and champagne. Lit votive candles in wall sconces and tapers in the chandelier offered low, flicking light.
Though bordering on cheesy, the room was still romantic.
Lissa heard a noise and she looked up into the startled gaze of her pirate. Oh, no. No!
Her heart dropped to her toes. Oh. My. God. “Please … please … do not tell me that I just slept with you .”
Chapter 4
S AM SMILED. “I’D say we did a little more than plain ol’ sleeping together. Do you need help taking off the Y clamps?”
Lissa looked down and realized how incredibly naked she was. Naked and chained up like a
But she wasn’t yet ready to end this part of the game.
He pulled up on the chain. The clamp squeezing her clitoris shifted and the excruciating pain buckled her knees.
He held onto her. His breath was harsh against his neck. “Who do you belong to?”
The words seemed to soak into her skin. She leaned against him, taking in his strength because she had none of her own. Her whole body hummed in sexual expectation.
“You,” she uttered, defeated. “I belong to you.”
He reached up and took her wrists off the ceiling hook. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. The thick coverlet felt so soft and so comfortable. It was a definite contrast to her sensually tormented body, which still writhed with hot need.
He rolled her onto her side and spooned behind her. For a long moment, all she felt was the stroking of his hands on her sensitized skin. His sweet tending of her body only enflamed her more. She pressed against him, no longer in control of her actions. His cock pulsed against her ass and she wiggled, causing him to groan.
“Do you want something, my captive?”
“Fuck me!”
“Only if you beg.”
He continued to rub her body, ignoring the areas she wanted him to touch the most. He ignored her aching breasts and her throbbing pussy.
“Please!” She was through with the game. She craved the relief only his cock offered. She wanted to feel his penetration. She wanted him to bring her to orgasm. “Please,” she repeated. “Fuck me!”
“Get on your hands and knees, wench.”
His voice was gruff and she realized he was on the edge himself. That little tidbit served to make her hotter.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and eagerly lifted her ass. He held onto her hips and worked his cock inside her wet heat. She nearly wept at the sense of relief that filled her when he pushed all the way inside. Vaguely, she realized he was wearing a condom, though she had no idea when he had the time to put it on.
After a few slow strokes, he created a steady rhythm. He pounded into her and she loved it. She cried for more, her words tangling in her moans.
His hand crept around her waist.
She was on fire now, excitement rippling. Ohgodohgodohgod…
He jerked on the chain nearest her clit.
Her orgasm exploded.
She seemed to fly into the stars and she floated there, soaking in the light and heat until she plummeted to earth.
Her pirate tensed and plunged deeply. His fingers dug into her hips as he ejaculating. He didn’t move or breathe for what seemed forever.
Lissa collapsed to the bed. He withdrew and pressed a kiss on each of her buttocks. She laughed as he scooted off the bed, presumably to dispose of the condom.
Oh, lord. That was the most fun she’d had in a really, really long time. Her thoughts wandered to Sam. What he was doing? Had he found himself a hot, young thing? She really needed to talk to him about Janey. Why weren’t they dating? She’d never seen a more in-sync couple.
Her pirate hadn’t returned, but she was ready to see him. She dragged off the blindfold. God, her make-up was probably in shambles.
She swung her legs off the round bed. She blinked. Wow. They really were in a cave. The small dark room held the bed, with its red velvet bedspread and heart-shaped pillows, a table laden with fruits, chocolate truffles, hors d'oeuvres and champagne. Lit votive candles in wall sconces and tapers in the chandelier offered low, flicking light.
Though bordering on cheesy, the room was still romantic.
Lissa heard a noise and she looked up into the startled gaze of her pirate. Oh, no. No!
Her heart dropped to her toes. Oh. My. God. “Please … please … do not tell me that I just slept with you .”
Chapter 4
S AM SMILED. “I’D say we did a little more than plain ol’ sleeping together. Do you need help taking off the Y clamps?”
Lissa looked down and realized how incredibly naked she was. Naked and chained up like a
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