X Marks the Spot (7 page)

“Sit,” they said at almost the same time.

Lia gingerly lowered herself onto the leather. The men wasted no time. They tied her arms and legs to the chair, and Lia was pleased to see that she wasn’t spread eagle. Something told her there would be no whipping in this scene. But what would they do? The old familiar tingling surged through her, despite her soreness.

Captain Keifer stroked her breasts, and when Captain Archer’s hand moved between her legs, Lia moaned.

“What a little whore,” Captain Archer said. “The easy way she is aroused will come in handy during our time together.”

“Definitely,” Captain Keifer said. The two men withdrew their hands in unison and Lia moaned again, this time in disappointment.

Captain Archer stayed by her side, while Captain Keifer moved around the room.

“I have something for you,” the dark haired pirate said, his tone jovial.

“What is it?” Lia asked, hesitantly. He opened his hand and placed it directly in front of her face. Lia’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say a thing.

“Do you know what this is?” Archer asked.

Oh yes, she knew, but she wasn’t about to tell them that. Lia stared at the objects. There were three of them: small, horseshoe shaped clamps with screws attached to one side. Most nipple clamps she’d tried wouldn’t stay on her large nipples, but something told her these would.

“We’re going to ask you some questions,” Archer said. “Each false answer equals a turn of the screw, one for each nipple, and one for the pretty button between your legs.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Yes,” Keifer said. “Let’s not put things off any more. Tell us, Lia, why are you in the tropics?”

“To visit my family,” she replied.

“I don’t believe you,” Archer said. “One turn. Try another answer.”

“It’s the truth.” She tried to rise from the chair, but the ropes kept her in place.

“Two turns,” Keifer said. “Be truthful.”

“I am!” This time she yelled.

“Three turns,” Archer said calmly. “Let’s move on, shall we? This question is getting us nowhere.”

Keifer leaned in, his face inches away from hers. When he spoke, she felt the heat of his breath, and caught the scent of apples.

“Where are the jewels?” his tone was soft and seductive.

“I swear to you—”

Before she even finished the sentence, Archer said, “Four turns.”

“Tell us,” Keifer said in that soft tone that made her nipples harden.

“I can’t tell you what I don’t know,” she said, pleadingly.

“We’re up to five,” Archer said. “You’re nipples and clit are going to be very sore.”

Keifer stood upright, and put his hand on her hair, stroking gently. This was unlike him, and she steeled herself for the yank she knew was coming. But it didn’t happen.

“Maybe it’s not jewels we’re searching for,” Keifer said. “Perhaps her father entrusted her with something else, like a deed to property down here? Or maybe money. Lots of money.”

“There is nothing—” Lia yelped as Keifer gathered a section of her hair in his hands. He didn’t pull, though.

“That’s six,” Archer said. “I think she’s lying to us on purpose. I don’t think we’re going to get any answers out of her. I say we shoot straight to ten and get down to brass tacks, or brass clamps in this case.”

“No, no!” She thought about the items Keifer had shown her. Ten was a lot of turns when the clamps would be on the sensitive parts of her body.

“Ten it is,” Keifer said. Lia tried, unsuccessfully, to wiggle her arms out of the ropes.

“If you fight us, we will increase the number,” Archer said. “Stay still.”

“Shall we go one at a time, or do it together?” Keifer asked.

“Together, definitely,” Archer said. “And you, Miss Lia, will stay absolutely still as I said. If you move, we will add turns. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Lia tried to stay as still as possible, and at first it was easy, until they reached six turns of the screw, which brought uncomfortable pressure to her nipples. Still, it was exciting, having two men play with her breasts, their large hands manipulating her hard nipples and soft, large orbs. On the seventh one, Lia couldn’t control the soft screech that left her mouth. The pain shot through her. Both men ignored her and quickly tightened the clamps, counting to the number twelve. She wanted to tell them it was above the number they’d agreed upon, but she was afraid it would earn her more turns, so she kept her mouth closed.

Her nipples throbbed, the discomfort far greater than what she’d ever felt with modern-day clamps. They’d placed them toward her areola with the hard bud extending out from the clamp.

She moaned a few times as she tried to get hold of the feelings, let herself adjust to the sensations. It was hard, though, especially when both of them started to rub the tips of their fingers over her breasts, sliding from one side to the other, the gentle touch a huge contrast to the tightness in her nipples.

“She’s not even begging for them to come off,” Keifer said.

“Rather extraordinary, really, for a supposed virgin,” Archer said.

She needed to play into the fantasy, rather than just let herself savor the feel of the clamps.

“Will it do me any good? You’ve both proven that you will not listen to me, both in physical matters and on the subject of the supposed treasure.”

Both of them chuckled, but it was Arch who said, “She’s right, of course. Let’s put on the third clamp and see what sort of a reaction we get.”

Lia wiggled her hips, mostly in invitation, but she hoped they saw it as a sign of resistance.

Archer’s next words killed that idea. “She wants it.”

“Let’s not disappoint her,” Keifer said.

Lia closed her eyes and tried to keep still. It was a hard thing to do, with two sets of masculine hands probing her folds.

“She’s so wet,” Archer said, “the clamp will probably slide right off.”

“Let’s give it a try,” Keifer said.

Their fingers continued to probe, sliding up and down her soaked lips. One of them, she wasn’t sure which one because by this time she was so far gone all she could do was moan and wiggle, slid his finger into her opening; soon there were two in there, and very soon after that, three.

Lia lifted her hips as much as she could to take them deep inside her. Meanwhile, the other set of hands attached the clamp to her swollen clit. It took several attempts, but soon it was resting around her silken folds, tightening enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm.

She opened her eyes long enough to see that it was Archer’s fingers moving in and out of her, and Keifer holding the clamp in place, tightening it as need be.

The pain was exquisite, shooting through her body like a cannonball from a barrel. Lia licked her lips, and the Doms tightened the screws, two times each. She let her gaze roam between the two of them. They were studying her, their expressions hard to read. They tightened the nipple clamps one more time, and Lia felt as if she would explode.

“About to…come,” she said, moving her hips even more. Her nipples were on fire, and she knew it would add to the orgasm she was about to experience.

“Not without permission,” Archer said. He withdrew his fingers. Keifer took the clamp from her clit.

“No, please,” she pleaded, “don’t take them…please.”

Neither of the men listened to her. They worked to unscrew the others from her nipples.

“I rather like these,” Archer said, as if he were having a conversation about which cheese to buy at the grocery store. “I think I might add them to my stash at the house.”

“They do seem to be rather…perfect,” Keifer said.

“Please put them back on,” Lia said, her voice breaking. They’d left her on the brink, her body craving more of the pain they’d delivered just moments ago.

“What will you tell us if we do?” Keifer asked.

“Anything,” Lia said. She writhed in the chair.

“Imagine that,” Archer said. “The little non-virgin likes pain. Shall we give her more?”

“Not yet,” they said, almost in unison, which made them laugh.

Lia continued to move as much as her bonds allowed. She was on fire, the need tightening her nipples and clit painfully.

“I’m…begging…” She couldn’t help herself. She needed the clamps again. She didn’t want to play the Victorian captive right now. She wanted to be a sub, submitting to the men standing on either side of her.

“What would you give us if we agreed to provide what you want?” Archer asked.

“Anything,” Lia gasped. “Please, just put them back on.”

“What if I said I wanted to fuck you in the ass?” Archer stroked her hair as he spoke.

“Yes,” she said.

“What if we both wanted to?” Keifer said. “Would you allow us to take turns?”

“Yes.” Lia shifted her gaze to the dark pirate. She knew it was too soon for this. In the books, the pirate captive held out longer.

“Prove it,” Archer whispered in her ear. “Tell us what we can do.”

Lia swallowed hard. Her orgasm was no longer right on the edge, but it wouldn’t take long to bring it back.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she said, her mind picturing them behind her, their hands on her hips, their hard cocks probing for entrance. Which one would take her first? Keifer, or Archer? She didn’t care. They’d planted the seed, and now her back door ached to be filled.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she repeated, sinking into the uncomfortable chair, hoping they would take her to the bed to do it.

“Naughty girl,” Keifer said. “But what if we wanted something else? Like information about the jewels?”

“What?” His question jarred her out of the fantasy that filled her mind.

“The jewels,” Archer said. “Tell us where they are.”

Damn them! They were going to continue to play out the fantasy, when all Lia wanted was to fuck. It took her several moments to get hold of herself. She’d paid good money for this event, and it was much too soon to let it fall apart.

“I would rather feed the jewels to the sharks then let you get your hands on them,” she said.

“Ah, the façade crumbles,” Archer said. “Before, she said she knew nothing about any treasure. Now she admits that she has information that will help us.”

“Amazing what a little…stimulation will do,” Keifer said. “Perhaps we should attach the clamps again. She seemed to enjoy it. Maybe the pressure will loosen her tongue.”

“Go to hell,” she screamed.

For a few moments, their laughter filled the room. But it was soon followed by the sound of her cry of pain. Archer had grabbed both of her nipples, and Keifer’s hand was on her clit, their grips tight and painful. Archer twisted the nubs, and Keifer popped her hard clit between his finger and raked his fingernail over it.

“No!” Lia yelled as they repeated the action, agony flowing through her. They released her sensitive parts as quickly as they’d grabbed them. She moaned softly as blood started to flow to the areas again.

And then they repeated it, pinching even harder, causing her to cry out once more.

“Stop, stop! Too much, no more.”

“Tell us where they are,” Keifer demanded. He raked his thumb over her clit once again, and Lia couldn’t help it.

She came, an explosion of stars blinding her. Her body felt as if she were being compressed in a vise, the orgasm taking over, sending her higher and higher.

When she finally came back to her senses, both men were stroking her arms and legs, whispering that she needed to come back to them, to settle into the chair and relax.

Her body shook and her mind raced.

“She’s back,” Archer said, and she glanced at him. He was smirking at her, and it made her smile.

“So good,” she whispered.

“Yes, it was,” Keifer said. He was undoing the bonds on her arms. Archer followed suit, and soon she was free.

“On your knees,” Keifer ordered.

Lia was still shaky, but she did as he demanded. His dick was soon in front of her mouth.

“Hands behind your back,” Archer ordered as Keifer pressed his cock against her lips.

“Take it,” Keifer said. She opened and he pushed inside. Behind her, Archer put his hands on either side of her head, holding it still while Keifer moved in and out of her mouth. She sucked him as hard as she could, fighting back the urge to gag when he hit places that prompted that response.

After a few moments they switched places. Archer was a little shorter, and she had to adjust the angle of her head. He fucked her mouth, sawing in and out while Keifer kept her from pulling away when she wanted to rest.

They changed places twice, their cocks seeming to meld into one, keeping her mouth full. Lia enjoyed giving head, but this was almost too much, too hard. She didn’t have a chance to complain, though, because while they were changing places, she was too busy trying to catch her breath. By the time Archer commanded her to “Swallow what he gave her,” she was grateful.

She took as much as she could, and moments later, they switched places for the final time. But instead of filling her mouth, Keifer stood in front of her and completed his orgasm with his hand, shooting his cum over her breasts. Was there some meaning to this, she wondered? Why would one of them fill her mouth, and the other one claim her body?

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask when Archer commanded her to stand. Once she was on her feet, he offered her a glass of water. She drank it gratefully, taking the glass between her trembling fingers.

When she’d drained it, and refused a second glass, Keifer took a length of rope and wrapped it around her wrists. Without saying a word, they led her to the stairs.

The deck of the tall ship was empty. It was almost dark, with the moon cresting over the edge of the sea. Keifer led her to the side of the ship. There was a niche cut out.

“Bend over it,” he ordered. Lia obeyed, and soon they had lashed her into place, her bound hands tied to a rope that was already in place. She wanted to tell them she needed to rest, that it was too soon for another scene.

But the sudden intrusion of something cold and hard in her wet pussy made her gasp instead. This wasn’t a dick, at least not a real one. They worked it inside her, and then they slapped her ass, one time on each cheek.