Guilty Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page A

another man fuck her while he watched. Instead she had welcomed it, and even now he could see that her need for more and more cock was being fulfilled, and not by him. When Nestor finished he was going to be dismissed, and the bold pirate queen’s arse would burn with his punishment. He watched through half-closed eyes as she came again with a cry. He could see that Nestor was emptying his load into her arse, and when they had both collapsed with satisfaction, he growled, “Well, now, Nestor, are you satisfied?”
    Nestor rolled over so he might look up at his captain. “Aye. Sir, you did not lie. I am drained of all pent-up passion.”
    “Then get out,” the king of the pirates said. “I’ll want her to myself for a time.”
    Nestor scrambled from the bed, then gathered his garments and hurried from the room with a contented smile on his face.
    When he had gone, Lord Hawke turned on Carla. “Bitch! You enjoyed every minute of his attentions, damn you.”
    “Wasn’t I suppose to?” Carla said wickedly.
    He jumped from the bed, dragging her with him into her bathing chamber. The tub was filled and rose petals floated on the surface of the water. “Wash yourself!” he ordered her. “I want his stink off of you before I fuck you, damn it!” He lifted her and dumped her in the water, which to her surprise was comfortably warm.
    Carla washed herself slowly and thoroughly as he watched with burning eyes. She knew every movement she made was a torture for him. It pleased her that it was. She wasn’t above enjoying this interloper’s sexual prowess, but she would punish him for his bold intrusion. To his credit, he said nothing as she bathed. Just watched. When she finished, she stood and the lightly oiled water sluiced down her petite, lush form. Stepping from the tub, she dried herself carefully. “Satisfied now?” she said in a smoky voice. The look in his eye was dangerous, and she knew what he was going to do.
    He didn’t disappoint her, half dragging her back into the bedchamber, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her over his knees, and smacking her bottom until it tingled and burned. “You. Will. Fuck. Whoever. I. Tell. You. To. Fuck. But you will not enjoy being fucked by anyone else but me. Do you understand me, my pirate queen?” He punctuated his demand with a hard smack to her already hot flesh. Then he turned her over, glaring into her face as he pulled her up.
    “If your claim to Amorata Cay is proved true,” Carla said, “you will be paid for this property, and gone from here by sunset.”
    “My claim is true, but I have decided not to sell the island. I shall remain here, and we will go pirating together. I will fuck you in front of every captain and every crew along the Spanish Main so that they all know you are my property, and mine alone,” he said angrily.
    “What about your wife and children?” Carla wanted to know.
    “I’ve done my duty by my family. I do not need to go back. I don’t want to go back,” he told her in surly tones.
    “I didn’t invite you into my fantasy,” Carla said. “You intruded upon me. You are, according to Mr. Nicholas, a glitch in the system. You will be removed shortly.”
    Julian Hawke smiled wickedly. “So you know Uncle Nicholas, do you?”
    “My best friend works for him,” Carla said. Uncle? Uh-oh. Does Nora know this?
    “My uncle will be irritated with me for this breach, but I’ll reassure him it won’t happen again. Of course that’s a lie. He’ll know it and punish me in his own unique way. So since the jig is up, my beauty, we’ll have a final fuck that will leave you breathless, I promise.”
    Carla laughed. “Then do it, your grace, my lord, king of the pirates. I will admit that you have one of the finest cocks I have ever encountered in all my time as the pirate queen. Stand up now, and let me take the edge off your lust by sucking you dry.” And when he did, she knelt before him, taking the long limp penis and rolling