Her Pirate Master (Entwined Fates) by Trista Ann Michaels

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