X Marks the Spot (4 page)

He tossed the rope over his shoulder. “Come here.”

“No.” She sounded panicked, and Keifer laughed.

“Where do you think you will go if you manage to get the door open? You are on a ship, in the middle of the ocean. If I don’t pierce your sweet skin, one of my men will happily do the job. I can assure you, I am the more pleasant of your options.”

“No.” She was still pulling on the door. Keifer secured his dick back in his pants. If he had to carry her across the room, he didn’t want to leave anything exposed that might get damaged if she happened to kick. He needed that equipment.

As he crossed the room, he tried to keep his anticipation in check. The scene needed to play out just right, which meant keeping with the romanticized version instead of planting himself between her legs and thrusting inside her with no regard for pleasure.

After all, that’s what Fingertip Fantasies was all about: pleasure.

Once he was behind her, Keifer slipped his arm around her midsection and pulled back. His dick, already aching to fuck her, pulsed against his breeches. She let go of the doorknob and fell into his chest. He heard her soft intake of breath, felt her body tense.

He grabbed her arm as she tried to worm her way out of his grasp. “Behave wench, or you’ll face more pain before your pleasure. If I have to string you back up, I won’t be so gentle this time.”

“Please, release me,” she whispered. “I implore you.”

“Not before your virgin blood stains my prick.” Keifer was quite proud of himself for thinking of that line. It sounded like something you’d find in a novel. Of course, her sweet begging had been pretty good, too.

He lifted her off her feet and worked his way backward toward the bed. Once he was there he turned and pushed her onto the mattress. She tried to climb as fast as she could toward the top of the bed, but he grasped one calf and pulled. She fell onto her side as Keifer grabbed the manacle and attached it to her ankle.

It made a satisfying click as it latched. He remembered the keys were located in a small chest sitting on a nightstand. She sat up and pulled on the first chain as he deftly attached the other one to her free ankle.

With the locks in place, he pushed her backward. He could tell she was trying to seem frightened, but the gleam in her eyes let him know she was as excited as he.

His “captive” tried to fight him as he attached her wrists to the headboard above her. When she was secured, he climbed off the bed. His prize was ready, her legs spread wide enough for him to fuck her until they were both senseless. Her tits were perfectly displayed.

Keifer licked his lips, then bent over and sucked a hard bud into his mouth. He nibbled, biting hard from time to time, savoring the way she wiggled under him. He took the nipple between his teeth and held it. When she tried to get away, he pulled back. Her cry of pain rent the room.

After he’d thoroughly enjoyed the first one, he moved on to the other one, once again using his teeth on her tender nub.

“Curse you,” she cried out, real pain in her voice. Keifer bit her harder. This time she sobbed.

“Can’t…I…more,” she said in a shaky voice. Keifer took a nipple in each hand and pinched. Her cries filled the space again. He released her, then repeated the action.

When she whimpered for him to stop, he backed away from the bed. Her hips were moving. She was ready to screw. It was time for him to strip, and getting out of these damn boots wasn’t going to be easy.

But that was okay. The more time it took, the more the anticipation would build. He would fuck her until she screamed for mercy. Then, to quote an overused phrase, he would fuck her some more.

Chapter Three

Lia’s mouth watered as the pirate tugged off his boots. Under his tight pants, she could see the outline of his rigid cock. She remembered how he looked, how he tasted.

She struggled against her bonds one more time as she kept her gaze glued to him. He had both boots off now, and was pulling his shirt over his head. He was definitely a man who worked out. She imagined him as some sort of laborer, who made his living pounding nails into wood, or lifting very heavy objects.

His dark hair streamed across his shoulders. When his hands went to his waistband, Lia bit back a groan of anticipation. It didn’t take him long to strip, and there he was again, his thick cock jetting out from his crotch.

The pirate crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, but instead of settling between her legs, he sat where his cock was right in front of her mouth.

“Lick.”

“No.”

He pressed the tip of his cock against her lips just as she closed them.

“I said lick.”

Lia tried to move her head, but as she did, he moved his hips. The pressure on her mouth was too much to resist and she opened, the salty taste of pre-cum filling her with need. The flavor was exquisite, and the desire to suck him strong. Instead, she swiped her tongue over the tip of his dick.

“Again,” he said when she’d closed her mouth.

Lia opened her mouth and obeyed.

“And again,” he said after the second pass.

This time she wiggled her tongue over the indentation at the head of his cock. More salty cream filled her with delight. The Captain groaned deeply.

“So you can obey,” he said, right before he pulled his dick away from her mouth. She expected him to move down; instead, he moved up. She could see his balls swinging above her mouth.

“Who owns you?”

“No one.”

“Oh, sweet pet, that was the wrong answer.”

The pirate lowered his weight until his sac pressed into her lips. His dick pressed down against her nose, making it hard for her to breath. He didn’t order her to lick, and Lia was grateful for that. The heavy feel of him made her panic. This time when she squirmed, it was for real. The Captain moved his hips, his soft skin sliding over her lips, pressing into her face and making her wonder how she was going to be able to take a decent breath. Panic spread through her, and Lia tried to buck him off, but her position made it impossible to move enough to dislodge him. He didn’t stay in this position long, but it was enough time for Lia to get the message. He was in charge, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.

When he finally lifted his weight she took a deep breath, and then another, and another, feeling as if she might hyperventilate in her efforts to reclaim the oxygen she’d lost while he sat on her face.

The Captain moved to the side of the bed. He massaged her breasts, first one, then the other. “Take a deep breath, hold it for a moment, then let it out. Just relax, let your breathing slow down.”

“Felt like…couldn’t…breath…” She wanted him to release her, so she would have the ability to rub her chest. But he was doing it for her, his hand softly trailing over her skin, his words gentle as he worked to bring her down from the fear.

“It lets you know that I control every part of you, including the air that keeps you alive.”

When the panic had fled, and her lungs were working again, the Captain once again took his position above her face. This time, Lia was ready. She took a deep breath, closing her lips just as his balls pressed into her again. She watched as he started to stroke himself, very leisurely.

He stayed longer this time, and the alarm had just started to set in again when he moved off of her. But Lia didn’t overreact this time. Her lungs were aching when she let go of the breath she’d inhaled.

The Captain stroked his fingers over her forehead. He was lying beside her, propped up on one arm.

“Better,” he said. “Now, pet, who owns your body?”

“I do…I mean…” her voice broke, “you.”

“Soon, you won’t have to think about it when you answer that question. It will be very normal for you to say that I own you.” He caressed her cheek. “Now, let’s rid you of that pesky maidenhead, shall we?”

“No,” she whimpered. “Please, Captain, I…”

“Who owns you?” His touch was gentle on her breasts, but his words were stern. Lia knew if she denied that she was his captive, he would once again sit on her face, restricting her air supply, causing panic to set in. It was time to give in without hesitation. She hoped her expression conveyed her emotions, that she felt as if she were being forced into saying what he wanted.

“You do,” she said, shakily.

“That means I can do what I want.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth. At first he was gentle, but then he nibbled, soon after he closed his teeth around it, applying pressure.

Lia groaned in need. He bit harder, and she cried out. It wasn’t hard to fake the pain, because that was very real. But making it sound like she hated it was difficult. She remembered to thrown in a few, “No, please, no more,” with her breathy moans. He released the nipple, then bit again.

Her clit pulsed in need. It had been forever since anyone had played with her like this, and she’d missed it so much. The Captain moved to the other nipple, delivering the same sweet torture.

He remained silent as he moved between the two. On each pass, his bite was harder, and Lia knew she’d feel the residual pain in the morning. And she would love it.

The agony from his ministrations was perfect, and Lia used every bit of her sub training to keep her desires in check. Until he suddenly moved his attention down south.

His fingers delved into her wetness, he found her clit and pinched. Lia gasped, barely controlling herself as he released and then pinched again.

“Your cunt is wet,” he announced, unceremoniously. “You may be a virgin, but your body knows what it wants.”

The Captain, who was kneeling between her legs, lifted her hips and positioned himself so that she was tilted upward.

“No, no, no!” Lia tried to wiggle away. In response he pinched her clit again. She felt the tip of him at her entrance, her wetness making her open to take him inside. He thrust into her as he pinched her clit one more time.

And Lia came, her scream echoing in the room.

Her captor grasped her hips, pulled back, then plunged back in. If she had truly been a virgin, it would have been excruciating. But Lia knew the rough treatment would have reinforced the fact that the virginal captive did indeed belong to the man currently plundering her pussy.

He thrust in and out several more times before he bent until his face was right above hers.

“Your cunt is mine,” he said harshly. “Say it.”

“My cunt is yours,” she said, forgetting to play the demure virgin.

“Your ass is mine.”

“My ass is yours.”

“And your mouth?”

“Yours, also, Sir.”

He pressed harder against her. The way he had her bent made her stomach ache. “My pet, my toy. You will do exactly what I say, or I will take a bull whip to your lovely ass.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Lia cried out as he grabbed her breast and squeezed “Is that what you’re to call me?”

“No, Captain.”

“Don’t forget that term of respect, whore.” He backed away from her, and when he slid out of her pussy, she whined. She wanted him back. Once he was off the bed he reached into a drawer. She saw him pull out a key.

Was he done with her? She certainly hoped not. She wanted more. Much more. He undid the locks on her ankles first, then her hands.

“Turn over, whore,” he ordered, and Lia wondered if he was going to fuck her ass. She wanted him there, but not that fast. After all, they had three days together. She’d hoped he would build up to it.

She obeyed at once, her heart catching in her throat when he reattached her arms above her head. He left her feet free.

“On your knees.” It took her a moment to scoot into position, but when she was, he plunged back inside her. He grasped her hips and fucked her furiously, deep, hard movements that shook her entire body.

Frantic need coursed through her. He thrust in out, in and out, and then he stopped and slapped her ass, first one side, then the other. His large hand made her body shake.

I can do this, she repeated in her mind as she fought to keep control. I will not come.

And she was pretty sure she could have, until he stopped, reached around and fingered her. He found her clit, pinched and said, “Come you little slut.”

Lia exploded, stars and bright bolts of color dancing around in her brain as he pinched her harder. The pain overtook her, and she never wanted it to end. When he finally let go, and the blood flowed back into her abused clit, she whimpered. It seemed an inadequate response for the pleasure he’d just given her.

“Thank you, Captain, Sir,” she finally whispered against the bed covers.

“I like the respect you show, slut. Over the next few days you’ll serve me in every possible way. I hope you’re—shall we say, capable—of accepting the pain, and pleasure, I’m going to inflict on you.”

Lia shivered. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say. She’d take every thing he gave her, and beg for more.

He grasped her hips one more time and fucked her harder. Lia’s body quivered under him as he pounded into her. The sweet pleasure continued as one hand stayed on her hip, and the other grasped a hunk of her hair, pulling her head back. The intensity of his fucking almost drove her to the edge again. Then, suddenly, he let go of her hair and both hands bit into her hips, and she knew from his hard pumps that he was filling her.

His barely audible, “Fuck me that was good,” let her know he’d come as hard as she had.

* * * *

Lia woke to the smell of the ocean, and the realization that she was alone. At some time in the night, or early morning, the dark haired hunk had left her. She sat up and looked around. He wasn’t there, but there was a heaviness around her left ankle. She looked down and realized that sometime during the night, when she was in an orgasm-induced stupor, he’d chained her to the bed. Not totally, just one ankle. It made her feel like the captive she was playing.

She examined the chain. It was long, and she hurried off the bed and went to the bathroom where she relieved herself, washed her face and brushed her teeth. Once she was back, Lia flopped back on the bed and let her fingers stray to her pussy. An early morning fuck would be great, especially if it was coupled with a good, hard spanking. But since her Captain wasn’t here…