Chapter 4
Chapter Four
I t was still dark when Julia felt something stir behind her. Startled, she came fully awake, uncertain of her surroundings for a split second. A soft shhh wafted by her ear and she recalled everything. Ross, the research, the greatest sex of her life, an orgasm—no, three! All of it came back to her in a rush and she smiled into the dark room—feeling happier than ever before.
Attempting to roll over, she stopped as she realized her hands were tied together above her head and anchored to the headboard. A slight tremor of fear coursed through her until she remembered she was with Ross, who would never hurt her.
“Ross,” she started, only to be silenced by a light smack on her buttocks.
“Hush,” he said harshly, his voice strangely different. “You will only speak when asked a direct question.”
“What?” she asked, only to be spanked again, this time harder than the first.
Leaning over her, Ross whispered in her ear. “Don’t make me gag you. I want you to be able to beg me for everything I’m going to do to you.”
A shiver of anticipation flowed through her. With her hands securely tied, Julia had never felt so helpless—or aroused.
Ross began to speak again, his voice farther away as Julia listened to him cross the room. The sound of logs being thrown onto the fire told her where he had gone.
“There’s no use screaming,” he said, his voice again foreign to her. “Your ship has been sunk, your men killed. You are the sole survivor and your life will only be spared so long as you do as you are told.”
A fantasy, Julia thought, considering his words. He’d taken her captive. Excited beyond belief, she remained quiet on the bed as Ross continued to draw the picture in her mind.
“My men found you and had every intention of taking you, using you themselves. Imagine how dismayed they were when I claimed you. It’s the captain’s right, you know, to choose his portion of the spoils first. We’ve been at sea for nearly six months. So many men desperate for a woman’s body. I may still give you to them. If you fail to please me.”
Julia whimpered slightly, the fantasy becoming real to her. She was a character in her own book—Ross taking on a role of her own creation.
Black Jack was one of her latest books and the fact that Ross was taking on the role she’d created with him in mind caused her to go wet with anticipation, wondering what he would do next.
She was amazed to discover what a powerful effect his words had on her. Ross’s superior attitude, his tone of voice, his understanding of the character was so authentic she could almost imagine the room was swaying like a ship at sea.
Closer now, Ross leaned over the bed, his hand lightly caressing her bare bottom. She was lying facedown on the bed, her naked body completely uncovered. In spite of the fact Ross had seen her nude before, somehow she felt more exposed as she considered Ross in his role as a pirate captain, seeing his captive sex slave for the first time.
She adopted a frightened tone, mimicking her own heroine. “Please, Captain, I beg of you. Don’t hurt me.”
Ross’s hand came down hard on her bare ass. “I have not given you permission to speak,” he shouted so loudly Julia began to shake in earnest.
“It is time, madam, you learned your place here.” Grabbing her hips, Ross pulled upwards. “Bend your legs and put them under you.”
Doing as he commanded only earned her a harder spanking. “Open your legs. I’m your master now and you will keep yourself open to me. I always want your pussy and ass in clear view. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes sir,” she stuttered, the intensity of the moment, of the fantasy, almost driving her to climax. Clearly, Ross was embellishing the plot—adding an erotic dimension Julia couldn’t anticipate or resist.
Behind her, Ross didn’t try to hide his grin. How much the fantasy was exciting her was evident in the tremors shaking her body. He knew Julia would love role-playing in bed. She’d spent the last ten years acting out her own romantic fantasies on paper.
Now he would give her a chance to experience them for real, with his own desires added in to spice things up. The main benefit in acting out some of her stories was that many of his fantasies seemed to be tied directly to hers.
Dominating her in bed, seeing her tied up and helpless, his to command in all things, was by far the most exhilarating moment of his life.
“Whenever I enter this cabin, you will stop what you are doing and throw yourself prostrate at my feet, facing away from me in just this manner. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she replied, her voice taking on a husky sound that drove him crazy. The image of her on the bed, hands tied above her head with her ass in the air and open to him was one he was certain to take to his grave.
“Your clothing has been disposed of,” he added.
“What?” she asked, fully enmeshed in her role.
He slapped her ass hard three times, leaving the flesh hot and red.
“Are you questioning your master?” he asked roughly.
“No,” she whispered.
“No what?” he demanded.
“No sir.”
“Have you ever had a man?” he asked gruffly, reaching out to prod at her wet entrance with rough fingers.
“N-no sir,” she replied. Then bravely, adding in character, “Please, sir, I am a lady. I must save myself for my husband and my wedding night.”
He met her comment with another spanking, this one harder than all the rest. The sight of Julia’s gorgeous backside, red from his hand, compelled him to continue fulfilling his own dark needs—the fact she was playing along and not shying away left him rock hard. Her pussy dripped with her undeniable desire.
“There will be no husband,” he growled. “And your wedding night is tonight. This will hurt, my little virgin,” he added harshly as he placed his erection at the opening of her wet pussy.
“Some day,” he continued, “you will beg me for what I am about to give you.” With that, he slammed into her, entering her completely in one powerful thrust. Julia’s screams of rapture and the tight clamping of her cunt drove him on.
No longer mindful of the fantasy, Ross pounded into her accepting body as if his only salvation lay at the end. Julia, delirious with passion, began to climax almost immediately, but Ross merely continued to lay siege to her body.
Giving her no reprieve, he continued his sweet assault until Julia’s orgasms began to hit her one after another, without cease, without mercy, until finally Ross let her take him overboard with her.
Several minutes passed before either of them came back to earth. Ross grimaced when he realized he’d collapsed on top of his tiny love.
“Sorry,” he muttered, moving over to lie beside her. Reaching up, he released the ties holding her hands, gently massaging her sore shoulders.
No sooner had he released her than Julia threw her arms around his neck, kissing him as if he’d given her all the gold in Fort Knox.
“Ross,” she sighed, still breathless. “That was incredible. Amazing. I’ve never, I mean, I never knew?—”
She struggled for the right words, but Ross stopped her by simply saying, “Me either.”
“Can we do it again?” she asked, looking so much like a child begging for a puppy that Ross burst into laughter.
“Right now?” he asked with a shake of his head. “Jesus, Jules, it’ll take me a year to build up enough strength to leave this bed, let alone love you like that again.”
Julia grinned. “I wouldn’t mind spending a year in this bed with you.”
“You,” he said, lightly kissing her nose, “will most definitely be the death of me. Go to sleep, angel.”
Snuggling into his arms, Julia didn’t need to be told twice. Ross suspected she was asleep before her head hit his shoulder. Gathering her tightly against him, he too succumbed to the deep slumber of a man well and truly satisfied.