She was being pushed right to her limit, and, just as she began to truly panic about her ability to handle what was happening, he lifted her off his lap, steadying her with one hand while pulling his pants down with the other. Still sitting on the edge of the bed, with Aria facing away from him, he guided her down onto his cock.
“God, Jack!” she cried, as the pirate impaled her on his cock. She struggled for balance, but he held her firmly as he bounced her up and down on his lap, his cock driving into her as her sore and punished ass was slammed repeatedly onto his hard thighs.
Again, the rush of both pain and pleasure, although now the combination had changed. Her pussy pulsed along his length as she once again was rocked by a powerful orgasm. Her bottom stung every time it bounced against legs that felt like steel, but the last thing in the universe that she wanted was for him to stop.
Even as his thrusting motion kept her bouncing on his lap, he brought his left hand up and around and played with her, squeezing her bouncing breasts before tugging and rolling her nipples. Aria felt as though something in her body was short-circuiting, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she was going to pass out. Then his hand went up to encircle her throat and grip her firmly, and this time, something huge was building, and it seemed to be building within him as well, as his cock seemed to have gotten impossibly bigger. Then it was as if a star had exploded inside of her, and Aria screamed in ecstasy, and she could distantly hear Jack roar, as if from far away, as things came to a sudden, shuddering, delicious end.
They sat there, still coupled, as they slowly came back to themselves, their breathing slowing.
“If that’s how you’re going to punish me, Jack Marx,” breathed Aria, “I’ll have to make sure to misbehave regularly.”
“Something tells me, Aria Gryffin,” said Jack, “that this will not be a problem for you.” He gently brought Aria to her feet, withdrawing from her, and then stood up. Taking Aria by the hand, he led them both into bed, taking her in a warm embrace.
“Mmm,” murmured Aria, “I could get used to this as well.” Jack spooned her, enfolding her in his arms, lightly kissing the nape of her neck. She winced a little as he brought his pelvis up against her punished bottom.
“You have a very hard hand sometimes,” she observed, squirming a little.
“It’s true,” said Jack, “but I only use it when I think you deserve it. Or just because I want to,” he said.
“That hardly seems fair!” laughed Aria.
“There’s nothing fair about submission, darling. It’s a conscious choice to throw fairness out the window and put yourself into the hands of your partner.”
“That sounds nice,” she sighed. “I’ve had to do things on my own for far too long.”
“Sometimes it will drive you crazy, I suspect, but in general, I think that you will find the power dynamic very comforting. And when you step out of line, I’ll be there,” said Jack, giving her sore bottom a squeeze.
“Ouch! Brute,” Aria said affectionately.
“Yourbrute, and no one else’s.”
“I like that idea,” said Aria, and contentedly closed her eyes. Soon, the combination of his warmth and her own emotional and sexual exhaustion brought her to sleep.
***
A delicious aroma brought her back to wakefulness. When she opened her eyes, Jack was standing there with a tray of food.
Aria sat up quickly. “Oh my God. That smells like actual French coffee.”
The pirate grinned. “My private stock, brought out for special occasions.”
“Gimme!” cried Aria, putting her hands out. Jack sat the tray down carefully on the bed. He placed the wide, bowl-like cup in her outstretched hands. Aria held it under her nose, letting the wonderful smell linger.
“Mmmm,” she said. “I see there are advantages to a pirate’s life that I had not foreseen.” She sipped the piping-hot coffee carefully, savoring the taste. “Oh, sweet heavens. It tastes as good as it smells.”
“Trust me, I know coffee. The beans come from my family’s estate.”
Aria looked at him over the cup. “Your family’s estate? Why am I just hearing about this now?”
“Oh, I was disinherited years ago,” said Jack easily. “Black sheep of the family and all that. However, my sister and I have remained very close, and she sends me a shipment of roasted beans every so often. Enough that I can enjoy a really good cup of coffee on special occasions.” He held up an identical cup for himself and took a deep sip.
“I really know so little about you,” said Aria, shaking her head. Jack lifted a cloche from a plate, and a new smell assailed her senses. “Sweet Palamar, is that actualbacon?”
Jack served her a plate of bacon and spicy scrambled eggs.
“Oh my God,” said Aria, her mouth stuffed with food, “this is better food than I got on Palamar.”
“You may find, my darling,” observed Jack, “that the galaxy has far more to offer than the luxuries of Palamar.”
