Page 14 of Fierce Seas


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“I won’t. Please don’t spank me anymore.”

“Ha, foolish wench. I’ve only started to tame you. Do as I say and be still.”

Taking in a deep breath, she tried to calm her thundering heart, but not because of his barked command. If she was to get away she needed to think.

When he’d scooped her up in the alley behind the tavern, she’d been unable to see his face, and she wanted to describe him to the constable if she was able to escape.

She dared to look over her shoulder.

To her dismay, the only light came from a small lamp in the corner of the room, and his long hair hung around his face, shielding his features.

But something glinting in the amber glow snatched her attention.

She caught her breath.

He held a short, fat blade.

She watched, terrified, as he slipped it beneath the waist of her pantaloons. Deftly flicking his wrist, he sliced through the cord holding them up. Chuckling as he swiftly returned the knife to its sheath, he gripped the thin fabric and ripped it apart, exposing her naked charms. Mortified and humiliated, she dropped her head and covered her face with her hands.

“Already pink, but I’ll tan it red and you’ll learn to behave,” he declared, roughly squeezing her fleshy cheeks, then clutching a fistful of her long locks and jerking her head up, he added, “Tonight we begin our voyage of pleasure.”

“Our pleasure?” she whimpered. “I see nor feel any pleasure in this.”

“You will, my little wench, but first you must learn your place.”

Abruptly releasing her hair, his flattened palm rained hot slaps on her bare behind.

“I’ll do what you say,” she howled as he delivered stinging blow after stinging blow. “I will, I promise. Ooh, please, Captain, please, no more. I promise to—”

“Making promises is easy,” he grunted, cutting her off but continuing to blast his rough hand from cheek to cheek. “Keeping them, that’s the trick,” he continued, whisking his palm across the sensitive area at the top of her thighs. “I’ll be smacking this ass often and hard, that’s my promise, one that will never be broken. You will learn to obey me, little wench.”

“Yes, Captain, yes, yes,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Please, no more.”

He paused, grunted, then grasped her scalded skin.

“When we’re at sea, you will be quiet on deck. You will keep your words to yourself.”

“At s-sea?” she stammered “You’re t-taking me t-to s-sea?”

“We sail at first light. You will keep your words to yourself,” he repeated. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, Captain,” she mewled, shocked and terrified.

She’d heard stories of girls being swooped off the docks by sailors from passing ships, but this man was no ordinary sailor. He claimed to be a captain. Did captains do such things?

“Spread your legs.”

Though her face burned with a hot fresh flush, she reluctantly did as he demanded.

“Your body betrays you,” he growled, sliding his finger into her womanhood. “You’re wet and open. Soon you will be begging for my cock.”

Cringing as he began rubbing her clit, the familiar need rose up through her body. She’d felt it before and knew what it was, but she’d never experienced the mysterious, thrilling moment her friends would boast about.

The strange, delicious sensation began to take hold.

A moan escaped her lips.

“That’s good,” he muttered, increasing the vigor of his lewd massage.

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