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“Captain, please.”
“Please stop? Or please continue?”
“You’re right. I am a virgin, there.”
“And…?”
“You’re a pirate. I’m a lady.”
“No, I’m a pirate and you’re my prisoner. If I wanted to slide inside that tight hole, pumping in and out until you screamed, I could do it, and no one would stop me. I’m the captain of this ship. My word is law.”
His fingertip tapped lightly on her sensitive nerves. Gayle gasped, her muscles tightening and contracting. More fluid trickled down her leg.
“But you didn’t finish whipping me. Or do you want to leave my challenge to your authority unmet?”
“I answer every challenge.”
The cat tickled and struck the firm globes of her ass, once on each side. She didn’t think he’d hit her harder than he had before, but what had felt like a weird kind of massage on her shoulders felt mildly painful on her ass.
“Thirteen.” The whip hit her first ass cheek exactly where it had struck before, wringing a soft whimper from her. It didn’t hurt, so much as burn.
“Fourteen.” He slapped the cat against her other ass cheek, again in the exact same spot as his first strike.
Gayle moaned low in her throat.
“Fifteen.” Another smack, falling on her already tender skin, then again on the opposite side.
“Sixteen. Are you ready to beg yet?”
“Never,” she panted.
Rikard slapped her with his gloved hand. She clenched her ass muscles, determined to resist him, even as her breath grew short, and her body
trembled, eager for him to claim her.
“I said I was giving you twenty strokes with the cat.” His leather-clad palm smacked her ass with short, sharp strokes, rocking her against the bench. “If I hit you with something else, it doesn’t count.”
“Vile pirate! I might have known you wouldn’t keep your word.”
His right hand continued to fall rhythmically on her ass cheeks, his left pressing lightly at the top of her ass, covering the base of her spine, while his thumb gently spread her cheeks. Her ass burned, each stroke a brief sting, followed by a glorious heat that spread down her thighs, and pooled deep in her sex like a hot spring just waiting to burst forth into a steaming geyser.
“Master…” she moaned.
Rikard’s next slap never fell. “Master…?”
Belatedly, she remembered she was to call him Captain, and to call him Master Rikard would end the scene. She had not used his full name, so he wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or not.
“Captain. I mean Captain. You can spank me and whip me until the deck of your ship runs with blood, I will never beg!”
“Oh, you will beg, my pretty slave.”
His fingertips smoothed across her stinging ass, cool upon her heated flesh. She shivered beneath his soft caress, desire flaring hot and wet, even as fear rippled through her, tensing her muscles.
“You will beg for me to let you come, for me to end your torture. You will beg for me to hit you, again and again, until you explode from the ecstasy. And if you beg sweetly enough, I just might give you what you need.”
He slapped her ass, hard enough to hurt instead of just sting. Gayle’s knees buckled, and all of her weight rested on her chest and stomach, stretched across the bench. Warmth trickled down her inner thigh. She moaned, crushed beneath a landslide of fear and desire.
“No. Never,” she whispered.
