Show Me, Baby:A Masters of the Shadowlands Novella(17)

"On your knees now."

"Make me, you bilious, butt-scratching, baboon."

"Oh, I will, me buxom beauty." He rolled her to uncover her ass cheeks  and smacked her hard enough to provide adequate incentive.

By the third swat, she was up on her knees, facing the head of the bed.

"Now you're in a nicer position, don't you think?" With his hand in the  soft mass of her hair, he tilted her head back and kissed the pout from  her lips. "Say, ‘Yes, me wonderful Captain.'"

Her eyes lit with laughter and surrender, infinitely pleasing. "Yes, me wonderful Captain."

Holding the improvised drapery sling out, he said, "Arms against your sides. Put your head and shoulders through here.

That got him a worried glower, but she did as he ordered.

Before she had second thoughts, he slid the sling down her torso to  below her breasts. Her lower ribs rested on the fabric. Most of her  weight remained on her knees, but the sling supported her upper body.  "It'll hold you, baby."

"Sure, it will," she muttered.

But when he shoved her legs farther apart, she was forced to trust more of her weight to the drapery swing.

After a second or two, she realized she couldn't straighten up … and that  the sling had pinned her arms against her sides. She was trapped.  "You … you bastard."

"My mother insists not." He rolled to his back and maneuvered himself  between her legs until she straddled him with a knee on each side of his  hips. Perfect. He liked having a woman on top, but in Rainie's case, if  she were over him on her hands and knees, her breasts would hang too  low for him to enjoy. And wouldn't that be a shame?         

     



 

This way, the sling not only gave her some support, but also angled her  just right to let him play. A hard-working pirate deserved some fun,  after all … and he loved bondage in all its forms.

He ran the head of his cock over her wet pussy and pushed just inside.  The sensation of moist heat shook his control. "Don't move, me beauty."

In open defiance-half for role-playing and half reality-she fought the  restraints, trying to get her arms loose, trying to kneel up. She  failed. Panting, she glared at him. "You..."

"You're stuck, sweetheart," he said quietly. He smiled into her  vulnerable eyes, assessing her. Not afraid, but anxious, definitely.  He'd stolen away her ability to control the sex-and they both knew he  intended to give her a good fucking.

"Jake," she whispered in a plea to be released, but beneath it, loud and  clear, was the desire to be taken. Was there anything more enthralling  to a Dom than a submissive's need to be both cherished and ravaged? Than  her need to feel safe-and scared.

"Shhh, you'll be fine, baby." He ran his thumb over her soft lips, slowly. Back and forth.

Her breathing slowed.

Then he made his voice cruel. Edged. "'Tis a shame, beauty, but I can do  whatever I want to you. And I will." Even as her eyes widened, he  curled his fingers around her hips, gripped … and yanked her down onto his  cock.

Her neck arched, her mouth opened in a soundless cry. Fuck, she was  slick and hot, and her cunt clenched around him, welcoming him to the  heart of her. He held there, letting her adjust to his size.

Her back had arched, pushing her chest toward him in a pretty  invitation. The scarves had made her breasts swollen and taut, so he  cupped them and rubbed his thumbs over the nipples.

She made little whimpering moans, pain and excitement, as he continued  stroking the softest of velvety skin. So fucking responsive.

As her core relaxed slightly, he gripped her hips and moved her up and  down on his cock a few times, watching arousal overwhelm her anxiety.  Beautiful. Then he pushed her up until the head of his shaft barely  remained inside her. Time to add in another element-a submissive's joy  in serving, in making her Dom happy. "Can you show me, baby, how still  you can hold? For me?"

Blinking, she focused on him. She had the prettiest gold-flecked hazel  eyes. So vulnerable. Like her body-open to him completely. She  swallowed. "Yes, Sir." After a second, her leg muscles hardened, and she  held the position.

"That's a girl. Look at me, baby."

As he rubbed his palms over her jutting nipples, everything she felt showed.

She had sensitive breasts-his favorite kind. He spread his fingers over  the beautiful mounds and squeezed lightly. Her nipples contracted to  adorable nubs as he teased them.

Her pupils widened until more black than hazel showed. Each inhalation  brought him the scent of her musk and her unique spicy fragrance

As he studied her, he carefully increased the pressure to the edge of  pain, learning what it took to pull her to that place where the world  faded and to keep her there, piling sensation after sensation onto her  pleasure.

Far before he was ready, her cunt clenched around him like a hot fist,  and the insides of her thighs quivered uncontrollably against him.

"Damn, you're a delight, sweetheart." How long had he wanted to see her  like this? Be inside her like this? With one hand, he cupped her face,  caressing her damp cheek with his thumb. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

Even though her gaze had gone unfocused, her lips curved.

"Now, I'm going to take you hard, sweetling," he said. He gripped her  breasts in the most intimate of restraints, hearing the soft whoosh of  her inhalation. With one swift move, he shoved his hips up-burying  himself to the root.

Her body shook from the impact, and her hair brushed with feather  strokes against his chest. "Oh, God." Her clear voice had turned to a  smoky hoarseness.

He made his tone stern. "This time, buttercup, I want you to ask before you come."

With a tiny nod, she acknowledged his order, and her mouth set into an adorable line of determination.

Her top half was pinned in the sling, holding her trapped, while he  gripped her hips and pistoned into her softness, fast, then slow.  Absolute heaven. The burn in his balls grew. The air itself thickened.  The slapping of moist flesh blended with the music.

As her pussy muscles contracted, her whimpering grew louder. "Please.  Please." She tried to lift up, to wiggle. "I need to come."

"When I choose." He refilled his palms with her breasts, preventing her  movement, forcing her to take what he gave. What they both wanted.         

     



 

Muscle by muscle, her body grew rigid, and her vagina clamped around  him. She was panting, quivering with the need to go faster, and so he  paused, holding his shaft barely inside to torture them both. "Look at  me, sweetling."

Her wide eyes glowed in her pink-flushed face. "Pleeeze." Her voice was almost inaudible.

He pinched her nipples in the same rhythm as his thrusts had achieved.  Her moan made him smile. But enough teasing. She was in a beautiful  place-right at the edge-and needed no more stimulation.

"Come now, baby." He squeezed the velvety areolas and rolled, even as he thrust in hard and fast.

She gasped, and her cunt clenched him in a mind-blowing vise of  pleasure. And then she was coming, wiggling, spasming, crying-and  driving him toward his own climax.

Like a volcano, the pressure built inside him, squeezing his balls from  within, then burning through his shaft in a wrenching eruption of heat  and pleasure.

Slowly, slowly, his heart rate returned to normal. In blessed  contentment, he savored the tiny erratic spasms of her easing climax.  Her nipples unbunched; her flush lightened.

Using his abdominal muscles, he sat up far enough to kiss her generous mouth and nip the plump lower lip.

Her lips curved under his.

"You make a superb captive," he said, just to hear her throaty laugh.

"Sure I am."

He shook his head. She really was, and if she thought this was a  one-night stand, she was in for a surprise. Smiling slightly, he kissed  her again, taking his time, enjoying the feel of her … everywhere.

You're not done with me yet, sweetling.

After he'd cleaned himself up, he released her. As she cleaned up, he  put the room back to rights, then tucked her into her bed. Obviously  exhausted, sassy mouth silenced, she merely blinked at him.

Jake opened the bedroom door and tossed Rhage up onto the bed. As the  dog curled up near the footboard, Jake slid in under the covers.

Rainie gave him a surprised look. "You're staying?"

Her lips were generous when he took her mouth. "I am." She was on her  back, and he slid his arm under her head and cupped her closest breast  in his other hand. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy the rest of the night.  "Pirates do that."

She snorted softly. "Of course they do." Idly, she stroked his upper arm  and traced out the tattoo on his deltoid-a V covering a caduceus and  winged staff. "That's a medical insignia, right?"

"Mmmhmm. Army Veterinary Corp."

Her brow wrinkled in perplexity. "The military has veterinarians?"

"Since World War I, yes."

"Well, sure, but back then, they used horses and mules. Now … ?"