Chapter 43 Twelve #2
He bent his head and caught a string between his teeth. He pulled until the knot was safely away from her skin and the ties pinched her. The blade sliced through the string and with her next breath, the bloomers slackened at her waist.
“I know,” he said with mock sympathy as she jerked helplessly to get away from him.
“You go off to do God’s work and end up in the devil’s den.
Your piety has served you well,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking up.
He flipped her onto her opposite side so her back was to him.
“First Mate J ties fine knots, but this doesn’t look like his handiwork.
Crewmen Rory I think. We’ve all got our signature ties. ”
She felt the ropes loosen, and she shoved her legs straight. It felt good to move them. But if she’d hoped for a reprieve from the bindings, she’d hoped in vain. He pulled one hand free, but then brought her hands in front of her and secured the ropes again despite her adamant protests.
He dragged her arms up and hooked them to the headboard.
Then he tossed away her torn shirt and skirt.
Emma didn’t want to find out what else he had in mind.
She flopped like a fish, trying to avoid him, kicking her legs, but in the end she lost that battle, too.
He hoisted her legs up by the ankles so her ass swung back and forth a foot above the bed.
Then, he carefully sliced the fabric of the bloomers.
She yelled frantically against her gag.
He lowered it. “Do you have something to tell me about a chest of gold?”
“Yes, please, yes,” she said breathlessly. “I’m afraid it’s already lost to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I realized there was no way to prevent you from overtaking us, the women and I pushed the trunk overboard. The gold you want is at the bottom of the sea. I’m sorry.”
“Now, that is not the answer I wanted,” the captain said.
“Captain, sir, I’m still worth a great deal of ransom. If you damage me, you’ll lose the opportunity to get the full amount.”
Shay’s hot gaze traveled over her breasts and waist to the gaping bloomers still covering much of her ass.
“But you see, all I need to do is tell him you’re whole. By the time the bishop realizes I’ve taken your innocence, I’ll already be away with my riches.”
“No, please!”
He shoved the gag back in and tied it. Then he felt covertly in her hand to be sure she still had the squeezable devil. Satisfied, he cut away the rest of her antique underwear.
“Stop fretting about the decision to drop the gold. Even if I’d gotten it, once I’d had a look at you,” he said, shaking his head with a smile. “Well, let’s just say, there aren’t enough riches in the world to stop me from taking what I want from you.”
Shay stood. “On the other hand, if you hadn’t sunk that ship and tossed the gold overboard, you wouldn’t be in for the beating of your life, either. So maybe you were a bit hasty there.”
What!?
On and off Emma had caught the sound of muffled laughter and did then again, but she was much too intent on what would come next to pay the audience much attention.
Shay unfastened his leather belt. He was going to spank her?
Weren’t punishment scenes done in the dungeon scene rooms and in those of the Alley where the spanking bench had been?
This wasn’t fair! He’d already punished her for leaving.
She’d apologized on her knees. She’d gone without comfort during her remorse.
And she’d agreed to stay away from Kate.
Getting spanked on top of all that was too much.
Of course, the punishments he’d doled out in the office had been private. Maybe he thought the club would want to see her punished for leaving and for making her Dom trainer look bad? But who cared what the club wanted? There was no reason to cave in to pressure.
The black belt was at least three inches wide. Emma’s eyes widened. He licked his lips and cleared everything from the bed, putting his knife in the drawer.
He stretched his shoulder and arm. He shrugged off the vest, and she saw that tonight a silver ring pierced his right nipple. Emma’s tongue would’ve dearly loved to play with that piercing. He stretched his wrist while she watched. He really did look like he was warming up before a hard workout.
Master Shay snapped the belt against the wall. The crack it made against the wood caused her to go completely still. She wouldn’t be able to take much if he used that belt on her.
She fingered the squeeze toy and panted anxiously. He folded the belt over and smacked the wall. Again, a loud whap, but not the same sinister sounding crack.
“And now, milady, on behalf of all the pirates on the Jolly Roger, I’m pleased to deliver your punishment.”
Emma wanted to throttle him, but the anger dissipated with the first smack.
It didn’t jar her whole body the way the spanking from his hand had done, but the sting was much worse.
Within six lashes, she started to cry. She was also hopelessly turned on, watching him wield it.
The movement of his body and the intensity of his focus on her were so compelling.
He stopped and rubbed her ass, soothing it with cool fingers.
“Pink’s a good color on you,” he said in a husky voice.
He put his mouth against the back of her knee and sucked. It had never been an erogenous zone before, but he made it one. She panted, still burning from the spanking.
He moved to her chest and removed the clamps from her nipples. He watched intently with half lowered lids. Blood rushed to her nipples, making them engorged and causing a heady throbbing pain.
He bent his head, licking her nipples and blowing on them. They were so exquisitely tender. She groaned, tipping her head back as a storm brewed inside her.
His long fingers stroked between slick pussy lips, nudging the hood of her pouting clit. She needed to move. She needed to arch. She needed to be taken.
Emma wagged her hips, swirling her ass as he pressed a couple of digits inside. When he removed them, he brought them to his mouth and sucked her juice off while staring into her eyes. She wanted him so much she couldn’t catch her breath.
“You’re almost there, my girl. Almost to the point of learning what it feels like to be beaten and then fucked. There’s no mercy in my ship’s name, and you won’t get any. Though when I’ve got my cock buried deep inside you, you won’t be looking for mercy anyway.”
His words sent her into a spiral of worsening need. He licked his fingers once more and stood.
“Now wag that pretty tail for me while I deepen the blush on your cheeks.”
The belt swung and she cried out against the gag, swinging her hips. He grabbed the rope low, close to her ankles so her ass couldn’t escape. The pain seared her flesh and sent her into madness. She was desperate for it to stop and desperate for more of the same.
Emma had no control left by the time he tossed the belt down and sat next to her hip.
His hands reached around and gripped her flaming ass, kneading it while she wailed behind the gag.
Then his fingers slid up to her juicy labia and spread them.
She realized with devastating certainty that everyone could see how wet she was.
Her master was showing off his handiwork.
Tiny beads of cream clung to her lower lips. His hard punishment had left her shaking and aroused, ready for his use.
He lowered her legs long enough to spread them. He secured them to separate hooks, so she was wide open, the air like cool caresses over her tender flesh.
Master Shay yanked the laces of his pants loose and shoved them down. His freed cock sprung up. He climbed on the bed, watching her with a predatory gaze. A hot flush of color suffused her face and chest. Yes, she was so incredibly ready for him.
He licked the inside of her leg and bit the side of her knee as he slid the tip of his cock into her.
When he thrust forward, he reached out and yanked her gag down but didn’t release it.
He held the fabric, pulling Emma’s head up so he could look in her eyes as he buried himself to the hilt, his thighs slapping against her sore ass.
“Oh, God, please,” she cried out softly. “Hard, Sir. Please take me hard.”
He drove in and out, her body shaking and dangling from the restraints. She wailed and bit her lip and begged.
Once she started coming, it didn’t stop for so long she thought her heart would burst from her chest. She stared at all his taut, straining muscles and the dark expression of triumph on his face… God, he was beautiful.
When he finished off inside her in an explosive rush, there was loud clapping. He pulled out slowly, glancing down at her pussy, raw, swollen, and glistening with his cum. He looked satisfied.
He unhooked her legs and lowered them. They lay like dead weight. He unhooked her arms and then crawled on the bed with her.
She put her arms around him and panted against his neck, so overwhelmed with feelings that she couldn’t control her need to be close to him. There were still a few tears spilling. He held her tight and covered her with the bedding.
“I know, pet. You took all that punishment and then a hard pounding while you were tied and helpless. I’m proud of you.”
It took a long time for her to settle, and even when she did she was still riding a runaway train of emotions. She felt like she was in love with Shay and wanted to tell him, but knew it was way too soon. Maybe it was just the intensity of being dominated so completely for the first time.
She remembered what Rory had asked her the first night Shay had spanked her. Did you thank him?
“Sir, thank you for being so strong and for using your strength to push my body to places it’s never been. I’ve been craving this so long.”
He kissed her. “You’re welcome. It was definitely my pleasure.”
She inhaled his scent, pressed close, and felt like she understood him for the first time.
They might have been role-playing, but this was no game for him.
He craved this lifestyle and needed it. That’s why it wouldn’t have worked for him to date her outside the club.
A vanilla relationship wouldn’t have satisfied him.
Now that she’d had this, she doubted one would ever satisfy her, either.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“I promise to train really hard to be a good sub.”
“Good girl.” He brushed his lips over her crown. “You did really well, pet. I’m proud of you.”