She Shouldnt, But She Will (10 page)

She was consumed with the sensation of his light kisses traveling up her body, across her shoulder and along the column of her neck.

“All through lunch I wanted to pull you on my lap and suck your tits.”

“You did?” The deliciously decadent image thrilled her.

“Willpower is hell, sweetheart, but anticipation is part of the fun.” His mouth and tongue worked their magic. She moaned with need.

Blindfolded, his touch flooded her senses. She tilted her head to give him more access and he took it, nibbling and sucking her sensitive skin, consuming her senses with tingling excitement.

“Sit here while I get us in the cove and secured to the buoy. When I get back you can tell me what you want me to do to your body. Disobey at your own risk.” With that, he moved away.

Thia felt a gentle tug as the engines switched from auto to manual control. They slowed, making a sweeping turn to the right—starboard—before ending at an idle. Wouldn’t Derek be pleased she remembered her boating terminology from the morning? The salon door opened, allowing a brisk breeze to bite her. In seconds, the door closed and she was left alone.

Her mind raced. What would he do? She’d never been blindfolded before or bound—Henry’s sexual tastes had run to vanilla rather than double fudge almond crunch. Even chasing each other around their tiny student apartment had usually ended in the missionary position. Sometimes she’d just wanted more.

When the salon door opened again, she held her head high and welcomed what the cool air did to her body. Excitement pebbled her nipples and caused her pussy to weep. Derek laughed, low and sexy.

“Your tits are calling to me,” he said from close by. The engines died and the silence deafened her. “What did you decide?

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s all you came up with? There should be more.”

“Like what?”

“Too late to ask now. I told you I was a pirate. Do you think I’m so boring a pirate all I do is ‘fuck’ women I’ve kidnapped?”

“Wait. You told me to sit here quietly, and I did.”

“I told you to sit and think of what I should do to you. I’ve seen your eyes light up when looking at my paintings. I know the kinds of things you imagine, and a simple roll in the hay isn’t what you should have in mind.”

He swiftly lifted Thia and flung her over his lap, knocking the air from her lungs. The gasp she took was due to that, she was sure. Or could it have been caused by Derek’s hand smoothing its way across her butt? She squirmed, trying to find a balanced position, but with each move her breasts scraped the rough denim covering his erection, hard and insistent beneath her.

Slap!
The sound seemed to echo in the small salon. In fact, it was the sound Thia processed before the sensation of the sting on her butt.
Whack!
Derek’s hand fell the second time. She jerked with the pain and the force of the strike. Derek’s hand on her waist kept her from wriggling away.

“Stop it! Who do you think you are?”

“A pirate captain, your master, whatever you want me to be, as long as it’s the man in charge. You’re the one tied up, remember.”

His hand came down again but with a slight difference. After the hard slap, his hand slid between her legs, petting her folds apart, caressing her clit. Against the sting of the spanking, the sensual touch sent desire spiraling through her.

“Ohhh.” The moan tore from her. She spread her legs and he slipped two fingers inside.

“Now, what should you have done while I was mooring us to the buoy?”

A thought was hard to formulate. “Decide what you would do with me.”

“Right. Good girl.” His thumb stretched out to stroke her clit.

“Oh yes, oh yes.” She wiggled, so close to coming she could taste it.

Suddenly, he withdrew and swatted her ass again, the hardest stroke yet. “That’s so you’ll remember the next time.”

With the yelp of pain, she spread her legs farther, inviting him to strike her again if he’d continue with the finger fuck.

“Oh, no, it is time for bed now. I think you’ve learned your lesson.” Derek set her on her feet and quietly asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She hated sounding as excited as she did. Her pussy throbbed in concert with her butt. If she could see her ass, she knew it would be reddened. If she could touch her pussy, she knew it would be wet. “I’m fine.”

“Good. I’m going to lead you to the ladder and go down first. You’ll turn around and I’ll keep my hands on your waist as we descend. You’ll be perfectly safe. And be quiet,” he added. “We don’t want to wake the rest of the crew. On my ship, everyone shares in the booty, and you are definitely prize booty. You know what that would mean?”

Thia did. On the imaginary pirate ship, everyone would have their turn at her. Her heart raced at the thought—but in excitement not horror. She worried about her reaction.

Exactly as he said, the descent to the lower deck progressed slowly but without incident. Once there, Derek took Thia’s arm again. After traveling several steps, he lifted her and placed her on what felt like a bed.

The sound of his clothes being removed whispered in the cabin. She could hardly hear it over her ragged breath and the pounding of her heart. Then he grasped her ankles and spread her legs wide. Humiliation burned at having her naked body displayed before him, but her embarrassment was overridden by the desire to have him push into her.

She’d never been wanton, but with Derek, all her inhibitions seemed to melt away. And somehow she knew with him it was all right to let go of them. With him she’d be safe to lose control.

The bed shook as he moved between her legs. His hands fondled her breasts, exciting her nipples. Her breathing quickened and moans escaped her lips as her anticipation built of his sex invading her, filling her. She almost begged for it.

When his tongue spread her nether lips and stroked her clitoris, her back arched, pressing her breasts against his fondling hands. Her body’s building crescendo began to demand release.

His kisses moved up her torso. Was it her rasping voice begging, “Please, Derek, I can’t take much more”? She pictured his long, hard dick and heavy sack moving toward her. Raising her hips, she invited him inside. He was having none of it.

His mouth took control of a nipple and sucked. Her head rocked from side to side and her arms pulled tight trying to get to him.

Her mind processed the craving in her pussy and the aching sensation flowing from her breasts. She wanted both.

Her arms pulled against the bonds holding her wrists. Her legs twisted and tried to wrap around him, to no avail—he pressed her legs back and held her where he wanted her. She thought she might die when his mouth moved to hers and his member pressed against her opening. She wanted any part of him inside her so she gladly took his tongue when he seized her mouth.

It wasn’t enough. She waited for him to push into her but instead, when he broke the kiss, he moved further up her body. “Oh God, Derek what are you doing? I need you inside me.”

He placed a pillow under her head and she realized her demand would be satisfied but not in the way she expected. The satiny head of his cock smoothed across her lips. Her tongue darted out and swirled across the crown, seeking the tiny slit where his pre-cum would be. Realizing she was at his mercy, her body relaxed in surrender. He gave a gentle push and she opened to him.

He probed her mouth. She flinched and almost gagged when he hit her throat. He filled her, so she had no choice but to caress him with her lips and stroke him with her tongue. His balls, heavy and full, rubbed her chest and chin in time with his strokes. He seemed to have infinite control, driving deep, then shallow as he reached back and tweaked her nipples. She lost track of time as Derek fucked her mouth and her body involuntarily reacted to the sensations, tensing and tingling with desire. She hummed with need, and literally hummed against Derek’s cock.

“Oh, Baby,” he moaned.

After a final drive to the back of her throat, he moved off of her. He rolled her onto her stomach and bolstered her hips with a thick, firm pillow. She pulled up her knees, leaving her head on the bed and her backside and sex completely exposed for his pleasures.

Being blindfolded only enhanced the anticipation—she’d never have believed it if someone had told her how much her senses would be heightened during sex by having her eyes covered.

She should have been mortified. A small—very small—feeling of shame replaced her desire for release, but not her need. In that regard, she was a slut, pure and simple, her body’s release the only vital thing on her mind. She was trapped on this boat of sexual pleasure in a cove somewhere between Monterey and the Golden Gate, blindfolded and bound, with nothing to do but accept Derek’s actions. But then, hadn’t that been what she’d thought this trip would be? Wasn’t this what she’d
hoped
it would be?

Lost in thought, she flinched when his finger moved to her small hole, circling and spreading lubricant around and into the tight orifice. She tensed. Until today, no one had ever touched her there, much less penetrated her.

“Calm down,” Derek said. “Relax and enjoy this.”

Her mind ran wild with sensation when he poked at her and finally invaded her pussy with his cock. ”Oh, yes, at last,” she said on a sigh.

She was close, so close. Her breath came in pants and she strained to push back against him, to drive him further into her heat, but he held her in place, and then he stopped. Just stopped. He pulled out of her and slapped her butt, hard, and more than once.

The memory of her spanking earlier and the pleasure that followed set her up this time. Instead of focusing on the sharp impact of his palm, she waited for the rich gratification of his fingers or (God willing) his cock back where it belonged. Heat infused her butt cheeks, but drops of her inner dew lined her labia.

Rather than filling her pussy, Derek’s finger circled her small hole. Her heart pounded and Thia tried to decide if the thought of his entering her ass made her feel icky or excited. The involuntary thrust of her butt against his finger answered the question.

He pushed through the opening an inch and pulled out, then again, each time sinking a bit farther. His free hand stroked her cheeks and he whispered soothing sounds to stop her from tensing. The slight pain from his invasion was offset by his gentle touch, kisses and licks.

His digit stretched and expanded her hole. When he was satisfied and when Thia thought she’d pass out with the strange sensations assailing her, he probed her pussy with his dick.

He thrust in and pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, drove in and pulled out, all in concert with his finger in her ass.

“My, God,” she heard him groan, and she agreed with his sentiment wholeheartedly.

The end came when he pressed his finger on her clitoris. Her mind went numb. She spouted gibberish and then screamed. Colors flashed behind her blindfolded eyes and every muscle in her body pulled tight.

When her thoughts returned she realized he was still inside, still hard. She was confused. Did he not have an orgasm? She might have asked, but she didn’t think she had the energy.

Again, his finger fucked her ass, his cock stroked her pussy and just when she thought she’d die, his finger pressed her clit. Her body dropped into chaos, like freefall, but not knowing if there was a parachute. The force of her orgasm numbed her mind. She had no will. All choice and decision had been removed from her. He could do as he wished with her.

Derek removed the pillows and rolled her onto her back. He released her wrists, but only long enough to pull them over her body and bind them to the head of the bed. He spread her ankles and tied them so she was open to whatever he wanted to see or do. No matter what happened, she had but to react. Her eyes still blindfolded she waited for what would come next.

His weight made the mattress dip and his head snuggled between her legs.

“God, your scent alone is enough to make a man shoot off. Combine that with your taste and a guy could go half crazy.”

He licked the length of her nether lips, and then tugged her clit into his mouth. With fingers again tickling her slick channel, she was almost gone in a few seconds.

She screamed, “
More! Harder!
”

But, his attentions moved to her breast. Starting with wide, massaging circles, his fingers finally settled on her nipple. Rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger sent spears of pain as well as streaks of pleasure radiating through her. Pushing up with her heels her ass shot off the bed but her bonds kept her in place.

“Oh, Baby,” Derek rasped. In one hard drive, he entered her. It wasn’t hard or fast enough.

She whimpered without shame or control. With each thrust, her back rubbed the sheet. If they had been on her bed, the squeaks would have punctuated each push and the headboard would have banged the wall. His mouth latched onto her shoulder, sucking, nipping the skin. The scrape of his teeth, his breath, hot and fast, his cock rubbing her clit while pumping her to oblivion—every other sense was heightened without her sight.

She came with a power she’d never imagined before but which was becoming commonplace tonight. She soared above the heavens, up past the stars and into darkness until her breath caught and her writhing stopped. Her only motion was the contractions sending her pussy into total chaos. Derek had ceased pressing her into the mattress, and when she came to her senses, she wondered why.

“That was beyond incredible,” she managed when she could breathe.

“Felt pretty damn great from this side, too,” Derek replied, removing her blindfold. “I want to watch your eyes when you come the next time.”

“Next time?” How much more could she take? She watched as he squeezed some gel from a tube and applied it to her pussy and then put some on his sheathed dick. “What is that?”

“Personal lubricant. I don’t want to hurt you when we fuck again.” He winked. “Pirates have stamina. I plan to fuck you more than you have ever been fucked in your life.”

“You already have.”

Nevertheless, she watched him ease into her. Her well-used body accepted him easily, expanding just enough to provide the right amount of friction to drive her to distraction. He pushed in, then pulled out. And pushed in. And pulled out.