tips flicked across her other shoulder
blade, followed by the heavy smack of the body.
“Eighteen more to go. Are you certain you don’t want to
beg?”
“Do your worst!”
Rikard laughed again, the low sound chillingly unlike his
normal melodic laughter. The cat smacked her shoulders over and over, as Rikard
counted his strokes.
“That makes ten.” He trailed the whip’s lashes down her
sensitive spine. “Halfway there.”
“You’ll never break me, Captain.”
“Your skin is a lovely shade of pink, blushing like a virgin
bride’s. Where else could my whip touch you? Where else are you a virgin?”
The lashes stroked down, feathering across her ass, and
tickling her crack.
“Are you a virgin here?” he whispered, one leather-clad
finger following the path of the whip to press lightly at her hole.
Gayle moaned, her ass clenching tightly in reaction to his
invading finger. What would it feel like to have him press his finger not just
against the entrance, but actually inside? Two fingers? His cock, slicking in
and out of her ass?
“Captain, please.”
“Please stop? Or please continue?”
“You’re right. I am a virgin, there.”
“And…?”
“You’re a pirate. I’m a lady.”
“No, I’m a pirate and you’re my prisoner. If I wanted to
slide inside that tight hole, pumping in and out until you screamed, I could do
it, and no one would stop me. I’m the captain of this ship. My word is law.”
His fingertip tapped lightly on her sensitive nerves. Gayle
gasped, her muscles tightening and contracting. More fluid trickled down her
leg.
“But you didn’t finish whipping me. Or do you want to leave
my challenge to your authority unmet?”
“I answer every challenge.”
The cat tickled and struck the firm globes of her ass, once
on each side. She didn’t think he’d hit her harder than he had before, but what
had felt like a weird kind of massage on her shoulders felt mildly painful on
her ass.
“Thirteen.” The whip hit her first ass cheek exactly where
it had struck before, wringing a soft whimper from her. It didn’t hurt, so much
as burn.
“Fourteen.” He slapped the cat against her other ass cheek,
again in the exact same spot as his first strike.
Gayle moaned low in her throat.
“Fifteen.” Another smack, falling on her already tender
skin, then again on the opposite side.
“Sixteen. Are you ready to beg yet?”
“Never,” she panted.
Rikard slapped her with his gloved hand. She clenched her
ass muscles, determined to resist him, even as her breath grew short, and her
body trembled, eager for him to claim her.
“I said I was giving you twenty strokes with the cat.” His
leather-clad palm smacked her ass with short, sharp strokes, rocking her
against the bench. “If I hit you with something else, it doesn’t count.”
“Vile pirate! I might have known you wouldn’t keep your
word.”
His right hand continued to fall rhythmically on her ass
cheeks, his left pressing lightly at the top of her ass, covering the base of
her spine, while his thumb gently spread her cheeks. Her ass burned, each
stroke a brief sting, followed by a glorious heat that spread down her thighs,
and pooled deep in her sex like a hot spring just waiting to burst forth into a
steaming geyser.
“Master…” she moaned.
Rikard’s next slap never fell. “Master…?”
Belatedly, she remembered she was to call him Captain, and
to call him Master Rikard would end the scene. She had not used his full name,
so he wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or not.
“Captain. I mean Captain. You can spank me and whip me until
the deck of your ship runs with blood, I will never beg!”
“Oh, you will beg, my pretty slave.”
His fingertips smoothed across her stinging ass, cool upon
her heated flesh. She shivered beneath his soft caress, desire flaring hot and
wet, even as fear rippled through her, tensing her muscles.
“You will beg for me to let you come, for me to end your
torture.
blade, followed by the heavy smack of the body.
“Eighteen more to go. Are you certain you don’t want to
beg?”
“Do your worst!”
Rikard laughed again, the low sound chillingly unlike his
normal melodic laughter. The cat smacked her shoulders over and over, as Rikard
counted his strokes.
“That makes ten.” He trailed the whip’s lashes down her
sensitive spine. “Halfway there.”
“You’ll never break me, Captain.”
“Your skin is a lovely shade of pink, blushing like a virgin
bride’s. Where else could my whip touch you? Where else are you a virgin?”
The lashes stroked down, feathering across her ass, and
tickling her crack.
“Are you a virgin here?” he whispered, one leather-clad
finger following the path of the whip to press lightly at her hole.
Gayle moaned, her ass clenching tightly in reaction to his
invading finger. What would it feel like to have him press his finger not just
against the entrance, but actually inside? Two fingers? His cock, slicking in
and out of her ass?
“Captain, please.”
“Please stop? Or please continue?”
“You’re right. I am a virgin, there.”
“And…?”
“You’re a pirate. I’m a lady.”
“No, I’m a pirate and you’re my prisoner. If I wanted to
slide inside that tight hole, pumping in and out until you screamed, I could do
it, and no one would stop me. I’m the captain of this ship. My word is law.”
His fingertip tapped lightly on her sensitive nerves. Gayle
gasped, her muscles tightening and contracting. More fluid trickled down her
leg.
“But you didn’t finish whipping me. Or do you want to leave
my challenge to your authority unmet?”
“I answer every challenge.”
The cat tickled and struck the firm globes of her ass, once
on each side. She didn’t think he’d hit her harder than he had before, but what
had felt like a weird kind of massage on her shoulders felt mildly painful on
her ass.
“Thirteen.” The whip hit her first ass cheek exactly where
it had struck before, wringing a soft whimper from her. It didn’t hurt, so much
as burn.
“Fourteen.” He slapped the cat against her other ass cheek,
again in the exact same spot as his first strike.
Gayle moaned low in her throat.
“Fifteen.” Another smack, falling on her already tender
skin, then again on the opposite side.
“Sixteen. Are you ready to beg yet?”
“Never,” she panted.
Rikard slapped her with his gloved hand. She clenched her
ass muscles, determined to resist him, even as her breath grew short, and her
body trembled, eager for him to claim her.
“I said I was giving you twenty strokes with the cat.” His
leather-clad palm smacked her ass with short, sharp strokes, rocking her
against the bench. “If I hit you with something else, it doesn’t count.”
“Vile pirate! I might have known you wouldn’t keep your
word.”
His right hand continued to fall rhythmically on her ass
cheeks, his left pressing lightly at the top of her ass, covering the base of
her spine, while his thumb gently spread her cheeks. Her ass burned, each
stroke a brief sting, followed by a glorious heat that spread down her thighs,
and pooled deep in her sex like a hot spring just waiting to burst forth into a
steaming geyser.
“Master…” she moaned.
Rikard’s next slap never fell. “Master…?”
Belatedly, she remembered she was to call him Captain, and
to call him Master Rikard would end the scene. She had not used his full name,
so he wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or not.
“Captain. I mean Captain. You can spank me and whip me until
the deck of your ship runs with blood, I will never beg!”
“Oh, you will beg, my pretty slave.”
His fingertips smoothed across her stinging ass, cool upon
her heated flesh. She shivered beneath his soft caress, desire flaring hot and
wet, even as fear rippled through her, tensing her muscles.
“You will beg for me to let you come, for me to end your
torture.
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