He was also fighting the same hunger he’d felt six months before.
The need to clutch her hair and devour her mouth.
And spank her ass beet red.
His craving for her made no sense.
But he didn’t care.
Diving his lips on hers, he devoured her mouth in an endless, all-consuming kiss, then abruptly pulling back, he clutched a fistful of hair and pressed his mouth against her ear.
“Is there a man in your life? Someone back in L.A? Someone else who’s looking for you? Is Dan the only guy on your trail?”
“I have no one,” she panted, “but Dan works for the same man I did. A drug dealer, and he’s probably in cahoots with Dan to find me.”
“But Dan’s a cop.”
“Yeah, but he’s totally corrupt. I told you that.”
“Are you into drugs?”
“No, not at all, no, I swear.”
“Then why were you working for a dealer?”
“I was trying to help the police catch him, but please, can I tell you about that later?”
Though common sense screamed at him to walk away, Scott meant what he’d said. He wasn’t about to leave her at the mercy of the bad-tempered detective. But motivating him more was how glad he was she’d returned, and having her in his arms. Sliding his hand quickly down her body, he slid his fingers inside her shorts and into her pussy. She gasped, but didn’t try to pull away.
“Why are you so fucking wet?”
“I, uh, I’m not sure.”
“I told you not to lie to me,” he growled, swiftly pulling his hand out and landing a hard slap on the side of her thigh. “Why are you so wet?”
“The dream,” she gasped. “I had wild sex with the captain, and when I woke up I was… uh…”
“Did you play with yourself?” he demanded, recalling her flushed face and sanguine state when he’d entered her cabin.
Shoving his hand back inside her shorts and pushing his finger into her hot, wet channel, he was rewarded with a deep groan.
“But it wasn’t enough.”
“No, it wasn’t,” she bleated, leaning into him. “It left me wanting so much more.”
Keeping his arm around her shoulders, he turned back to the helm, slowed their speed, then effortlessly swooped her up. As he carried her to his cabin, she murmured his name and sank into his arms, fueling his carnal hunger. Dropping her onto his bed and quickly stripping, he climbed on top of her and pinned her arms above her head.
“What is it about us,” she whispered, gazing up at him, “why do we want each other like this?”
“Don’t know, don’t care, but now we’re going to have another kind of conversation.”
Abruptly straightening up, Scott jerked Elizabeth over his knee and began slapping her backside.
“Ow, Scott, what are you—?”
“If I’m going down this road with you, no more lies,” he exclaimed, moving his hand from cheek to cheek with stinging smacks.
“And if I think you’re getting too full of yourself, you’ll be back where you are right now. Got it?”
“Yes, Captain, yes, yes, please stop.”
“I’ll stop when I’m ready,” he declared, swatting her sit spots, “and no more of that temper.”
“Ow, I’ll behave, I swear.”
“Behave, hmm… I think we’re coming to an understanding. Off my lap and get on your hands and knees.”
As she crawled on the bed, he slapped her again to hurry her along, then reached across to the small box on the shelf and retrieved a condom. Kneeling up behind her, he sheathed his stiff member, then trailed his fingers over her pussy with a feathered touch. Moaning softly and wriggling her hips, she looked at him over her shoulder with hungry eyes.
“I know what you want,” he murmured, staring at her crimson backside as he slid his fingertips down the inside of her thighs, “but I’m not sure you deserve it.”
“Probably not,” she whimpered, “but I am sorry about everything, really I am.”
“Please, Captain Scott, will you make love to me?”
“You may not be wet enough,” he teased, lightly touching her entrance.
She immediately bucked back at him.
“Keep still,” he said sternly, landing a hot smack on her sit spot.
“Ouch, I can’t help it. I want you so much.”
“Only good girls get what they want. Are you going to be a good girl, Elizabeth?”
“Yes, Captain, I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Remember, you’re not allowed to move.”
Placing a finger against her clit, he rubbed aggressively, and though she moaned loudly, she remained motionless.
“So you are capable of following orders,” he remarked. “Amazing what a good spanking can achieve, isn’t it, Elizabeth?”
“Yes, Captain,” she softly whimpered. “Thank you.”
Her unexpected words of gratitude touched his dominant soul.
Were they two sides of the same coin?
The tantalizing thought dancing through his head, he gripped her waist, placed himself at her slick entrance, and slowly pushed forward.
But closing his eyes he stayed completely still, buried inside her, relishing her warmth.
The image of the ancient cabin from his dreams suddenly flashed through his head. His wench was bent over his bed, her dress bunched up around her waist, rippling like the ocean as he plundered her pussy.
Abruptly tightening his grip, he began vigorously thrusting.
“Ooh, Scott… that’s amazing,” she panted breathlessly. “Don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop.”
But as the fantasy faded, he slowed his pace, gathering his wits and catching his breath.
It had been a fleeting but bizarre moment.
Carefully withdrawing, he stretched out on the bed, shifted her onto her side and pushed back into her passage. Fervently stroking, he moved his hands to her breasts to tweak her nipples, and dove his lips to her neck, sucking as he pinched. As he quickened his pace, her moans and whimpers soon became gasps and cries.
“I’m there,” she suddenly gasped.
“Who does your orgasm belong to?” he whispered, his lips pressed against her ear.
“That’s right, and you can only come if I let you.”
“Ooh, please, Captain? I need to so badly.”
“Only when I say.”
“But I’m so close…”
Sliding his arm down her body and pressing his fingers against her clit, he rubbed as he thrust, accelerating and chasing his climax. With her urgent squirming and wails of pleasure feeding his arousal, he suddenly found himself at the brink.
“Give it to me now… right now…”
Barely getting the words out before his cock exploded, waves of shimmering sensations cascaded through his body evoking loud groans of immeasurable pleasure. He could hear her euphoric squeals, then abruptly jerking against him, she fell limp.
As the residual tingles receded, he closed his eyes and drifted off, but he couldn’t risk falling asleep. Moving his hands over his face, he forced himself off the bed and into the bathroom. Quickly washing, he dressed in sweatpants and a long-sleeved T-shirt.
“I’m going up on deck to check on things,” he said, standing at the cabin door.
When she didn’t respond, he assumed she was finally getting the sleep she so desperately needed.
Moving up to the salon, he picked up his phone.
He had important calls to make.
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