The man responsible for the state of her well-used body was nowhere to be seen, however.In the bathroom?She called his name, but there was no answer.
Pouting a little, she rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Aria paused in front of the full-length mirror to turn and survey the extent of the damage to her behind. A couple of spots looked a little red, but that was it. Oddly, Aria was a little disappointed. She wondered what it would be like to have more prominent marks across her bottom.
Be careful what you wish for.She adjusted the temperature of the shower until it was hot but not boiling and stepped in, letting the warm rain soothe her body.
Whatdoyou wish for?The thought of Jack’s discipline made her shiver with desire, and anticipation. Despite the soreness in her nether regions, just the thought of being over the pirate’s knee brought her fingers straying down in remembered pleasure and arousal. At first, Aria had thought she was turned on by the hard fucking that came after a spanking. She was starting to realize that she was also turned on by the spankings themselves.
Does that make me some kind of freak?Aria had heard her friends talk about stuff like BDSM, but like a lot of other things, they hadn’t really seemed to know what they were talking about and were more interested in shocking and titillating themselves than actually discussing anything seriously. Unfortunately, that was about as far as Aria’s knowledge went.
Aria worked shampoo through her hair as she continued to consider this.Does being hurt turn me on?She let the water run down her body.Hmm.Images played through her mind.Jack beating me up?She shuddered.Nope, that just sounds painful.
Jack grabbing her and overpowering her? Yup, there was definitely a tingle. Jack tying her to the bed? Oh, boy. Yes, definitely. Jack putting her over his lap and spanking her?
Aria felt a shiver and looked down to see that she had begun playing with her clit, which was beginning to swell under the attention.
“Okay,” she said to herself. “Well, I guess that gives me a few answers.” Aria rinsed the shampoo from her hair and massaged her scalp with conditioner. She promised herself that she was going to start doing some research when she finished her shower.
Aria giggled. She had never found school particularly interesting, but this kind of learning soundedfun.
***
Jack waited at the table in his quarters, leaning his chair back so he could put his feet up. He whistled an old sea shanty while his mind wandered. As happened every time he let his thoughts go free, they turned to Aria. Her eyes twinkling when she smiled sleepily at him in bed. Her fierce expression when she argued with him. The gorgeous view of her across his lap; her lush bottom turning pink as she wriggled back and forth under his hand.
Once again, his cock was stiffening. “Whoops, maybe not now.” He straightened up just as Quinn strode in, Giles looming behind her. His second-in-command looked sullen and angry.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, sit down, Quinn, and get it off your chest,” said Jack.
The diminutive woman shot him a glare that would have made a lesser man quail, and took a seat. Giles looked at Jack and asked, “Am I sticking around?”
“Might as well. The pair of you have always been hip deep in my plans, and there’s no reason for that to change.”
Giles pulled up a chair. Quinn sat with her arms folded across her full chest, staring at Jack.
Jack sighed. “Out with it.”
“Why, Jack?” burst out Quinn. “Of all the places to go in this whole damn galaxy, why Tarma?”
His second-in-command had once worked for the infamous Pleasure House of Tarma and had not parted on good terms. Jack had never pried too closely into the circumstances, believing people deserved to have their secrets. Now, it appeared, that was going to have to change, and not just for her.
Time to lay your own cards on the table, boyo, and let the chips fall where they may.
“All right,” he began, “I’m going to tell you a few things you probably don’t know, but let me tell the whole tale before you decide to fire me out of a cannon.”
Giles nodded, but Quinn remained staring at him with her arms crossed.
“Well,” said Jack, “you both know that I came from a rather well-heeled family, with properties and concerns across the galaxy. And you know that same family has disowned me, with the exception of my dear sister. She and I have remained close and kept in contact wherever our lives and affairs have taken us.”
“Black sheep of your family, so you’ve always told us, Jack,” said Giles.
“So it’s been, for time out of mind,” said Jack. “Now my sister needs me. She’s in a fight she’s not sure if she can win, and she’s asked for my help.”
Both of his friends slowly nodded.
Quinn asked the question that Jack had been dreading. “So, who’s your sister, Jack?”
“Madeline Marx,” answered Jack.
Giles and Quinn both sat back.
