Chapter Seven
Aria stared at Jack moodily as he stepped into the brig. She sat on the hard bench, drawing her knees up to her chest in her prisonlike smock. Jack sighed as he leaned against the wall.
“I hope you realize that I had little choice,” he said.
“You had to dothis?” Aria irritably, pointed to her spare surroundings. “You had to clothe me inthis?” she continued, lifting up a section of the thin smock. “What the hell is wrong with you, Jack?”
“With me?” he retorted. “Please. We had to construct a Faraday cage to block the signalyouare sending out across the bloody galaxy! The brig was the only secure location where we could erect the energy field to block the damn thing. And the smock is to make sure there’s nothing else hidden that we don’t know about, pending a full body scan.” He sat down on the bench next to her. “As I said, darling, I really didn’t have any choice.”
“You can’t possibly believe that I’ve been lying to you the whole time.” This was, in fact, precisely what she was afraid of.
Jack put a hand on her shoulder. “Of course not,” he soothed. “But somebody is tracking you, and through you, me and my crew. And I need to take precautions to keep us all safe until we figure out how to deal with this thing.”
“Treating me like a prisoner, you mean!” She shoved his hand away.
Jack’s expression changed. “Aria Gryffin, you are behaving like a spoiled child. You need to correct your behavior, or I will correct it for you.”
“Brute!” seethed Aria. “Shove me in a cell like a common criminal then tell me it’s for my own good!”
“Itisfor your own good. Yours, and everyone else’s on this ship. Last warning,” said Jack levelly.
“I’ll giveyoua last warning!” She kicked at him to drive him off the bench. Her feet did not connect, but within a moment, the pirate was up off the bench; then he had his hand on his wrist and was pulling her, and, before Aria fully knew what was going on, she was facedown across Jack’s lap, her wrists pinned behind her by one powerful hand, her legs trapped against his hard thighs, and her bottom in the air.
“Unhand me, you bully!” she cried, but her words had the opposite effect of what she had intended. Rather than letting her go, Jack used his free hand to lift the smock above her hips, exposing her bare ass. Without another word, he spanked her vigorously, bringing his hand down in a rapid and severe staccato rhythm.
“No, no, no!” She tried to kick her legs and free her wrists, able to do neither, and her efforts only caused Jack to increase the force and tempo of her spanking. Heat radiated from her ass cheeks, and, more distressingly, the warmth and wet pooled between her legs.
Aria squirmed and struggled, but Jack’s grip on her was like iron, his hand like a stinging, wooden paddle. The more she struggled, and the harder he spanked her, the more aroused she became. It was as if her body was embracing his rough treatment of her, no matter how much her mind and her mouth protested.
His discipline was thorough and relentless. Finally, Aria stopped trying to fight it and simply submitted. Her body went limp across his lap, and she allowed her tears to flow freely as her spanking went on and on.
Finally, after an eternity, the pirate paused. With his hand still firmly on her warm and swollen bottom, he asked, “Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Good girl,” said Jack soothingly. “And what else do you have to say?” He gently stroked the curves of her bottom, running his fingers across her ass and the tops of her thighs.
“I lost—I lost my temper, sir, and I’m very sorry,” she managed. “Thank you for spanking me and snapping me out of it.”
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned, and she gasped as his fingers moved between her legs. “Spread your legs for me, Aria.”
She did so and gasped again as his fingers spread her labia before driving into her wet sheath.His fingers feel so good,and my body is completely ready for them.Already, she was moving her hips back and forth as she lay over his lap, pushing herself onto his fingers. He scissored his fingers back and forth inside her, and she tipped over into her first orgasm. The wave of it was still rushing through her body when Jack circled and pressed on her swollen clit, bringing another shuddering climax atop the first one. She cried out and wriggled on his lap, her thighs squeezing against his hand.
“Sir?” Aria managed, trying to slow her breathing down.
“Yes, my darling?” said Jack.
“With your permission, sir, I’d like to show you that I’m sorry, and that I’ll try to behave better.”
Jack smiled slowly. “Permission granted, young lady.”
Aria slid off his lap and slipped gracefully to her knees in front of him. She lifted the smock over her head, exposing her full breasts, nipples tight and beaded. She slowly licked her lips as she opened Jack’s trousers and his stiff cock sprang free.
“There it is,” Aria murmured, as she cupped the pirate’s balls, and used the fingers of her other hand to firmly encircle the base of his shaft. Jack gave a wordless groan as he ran his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him as her tongue slid up his shaft, from its sturdy base all the way up to its fully engorged tip.
“Good girl,” he said, breathing heavily.
“Thank you, sir,” said Aria, “I’m sorry for misbehaving. Thank you for spanking me, sir.” She opened her lips wide and took his length into her throat. Jack’s fingers tightened in her hair.
