Satisfaction Guaranteed (17 page)

"Very good." Kane finished off her shake and pulled her into his lap. "Did I mention that women who read turn me on? Especially the ones who discuss books with me while not wearing any underwear?"

"Meet a lot of those, do you?" Sabrina parried, cuddling into him.

"It happens." His bland expression gave nothing away, but he had to be lying. Didn't he?

"Well, there's only one here right now," she said. "And we're done eating. I've recovered." She tried to look brave and martyred. "I will now fulfill my promise to sacrifice my innocent body to your bestial lusts."

"Innocent?" He gave her an outraged look and let go of hiding from the Mob to turn pirate in the blink of an eye. His ability to spin fiction and role-play amazed her. "What about that Spanish naval officer I pulled you off of when I captured your ship and took you as my booty?"

"He meant nothing to me," Sabrina assured him, slipping effortlessly into the pirate and prisoner fantasy.

"And that prince in Monaco?"

"His penis was much smaller than yours. Sex with him gave me no pleasure. I faked it every time."

"What about when my rival Black Jack carried you off
and held you prisoner on his island for three months before I could steal you back?"

"He was impotent." Sabrina kept a straight face with an effort. "He forced me to endure endless rounds of oral sex to compensate, but I always closed my eyes and thought of you."

"Impotent?" Kane considered this.

"On my honor, I swear it." She widened her eyes in innocent protestation.

"I will believe you, but only after I use your helpless body to satisfy my bestial lusts repeatedly."

"That's fair," she said.

Kane placed a twenty on the table to pay for their lunch, used the edge of the empty milkshake glass as a paperweight, and then stood up with her in his arms. "I've got you, my pretty, and you'll not escape paying the pirate's price."

"You should be fined for reckless use of alliteration in a public place," Sabrina said, subsiding into a fit of giggles.

"It could be worse. I could threaten you with my purple-helmeted warrior." He scowled at her in mock ferocity, and she clutched at his shoulders as she laughed until her stomach hurt.

When she finally caught her breath, she said, "Kane . . ."

"Yes, kitten?" He didn't pause, long legs eating up the ground as he carried her off.

"How do you do that so easily?" She'd never met anyone who invented worlds with words in an effortless flow the way he did.

"You're not hard to carry," he assured her. "And I'm not exactly a small guy."

"That's not what I meant." But he'd distracted her by drawing attention to his heavily muscled frame. There was a lot of Kane to be distracted by, and soon she was going to be seeing and touching and experiencing all of it. The thought made her melt into his arms.

"So those other men meant nothing to you." Kane set her on her feet on the deck when they reached his boat. She curled her fingers into the soft polar fleece jacket he wore and rubbed her body against his.

"Not a thing," she assured him.

"I'll just make sure. You will have entirely forgotten them by the time I'm done with you." His deep, growling voice made her shiver, and the intent look on his face told her the pirate role was firmly in place.

Sabrina was in heaven. Her breasts felt full and heavy, her nipples were aching, her belly felt tight, and her sex was slick and eager for his touch under the loose sweatpants.

"I think we'll start by making you forget all the oral sex any other man has ever given you." Kane gripped her waist and backed her toward the steps that led down inside, out of sight and into their private fantasy world.

"You're going to make me forget the three months I spent with Black Jack's face between my thighs?" She gave him a wide-eyed look. He caught the hem of her sweatshirt
and stripped it off her, tossing it aside. Her nipples puckered as cool air hit her bare breasts.

"I'll make you forget his name, and then I'll make you forget yours." Kane picked her up and carried her to the galley, where he placed her on the edge of the table. His hands found the strings at her waist and untied them. Then he hooked his fingers into the soft, thick fabric and pulled them down her hips.

He pushed her down to lie back on the table with her hips on the edge and her legs dangling down toward the floor and tugged the sweatpants all the way off, leaving her naked. He planted his hands on her thighs and pushed them wide apart, then knelt in front of her. His hands slid under her ass, tilting her pelvis. Sabrina let her legs rest on his shoulders as he pulled her just off the edge of the table and brought her bare sex into contact with his mouth.

She closed her eyes to give the experience her full concentration. He kissed her as thoroughly between her legs as he'd kissed her mouth the first time. Exploring her with his lips, drawing her into his mouth to suck and release, tracing his tongue along the line of her labia before sliding it into her slick folds. He licked his way to the sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs, captured her clit with his teeth, and then sucked it, released it, ran his tongue around it, and sucked it again.

The warmth of his lips, the pressure of his tongue, the light scrape of his teeth, and the constantly changing pattern she couldn't predict made her tremble. She never knew when he would nip, lick, or thrust his tongue into her in a hard rush or a slow slide.

"Kane . . .," Sabrina said on a sigh. Her hands curled into fists. She wanted to curl them into his hair, but she
couldn't reach unless she pulled herself forward in an abdominal crunch. So she balled her fists by her side and rocked her hips into his mouth in silent encouragement.

She'd never been devoured before, as if oral sex were the cake and not the icing. As if tasting her thoroughly brought Kane as much satisfaction and pleasure as it was bringing her. He took his time, he was inventive and aggressive and seductive by turns, and his mouth destroyed her.

Her body went taut, her head moved restlessly from side to side, and she dug her nails into her palms as the need to move, to do something, racked her. She wanted more, she needed something just out of reach.

"Ready to purr?" Kane asked. He licked lazily at her clit, endless, slow laps of his tongue, and she shuddered.

"Yes."

He drew her clit into his mouth again, gradually increasing the suction. Then he alternated suction with his tongue moving over that sensitized bud, and the combination had her breathing hard and fast, rocking her pelvis in rhythm with him. The pressure built inside her as he increased the intensity of stimulation, and then she felt her inner muscles convulse.

"Kane."
Sabrina nearly came off the table as her back bowed. He kept up the insistent pressure of his mouth and tongue on her as the orgasm shook her. When it ended, he released her clit and licked the length of her labia in long, slow strokes, bringing her down and making her ready for the next stage simultaneously.

"You are so hot," he murmured, licking at her as if she were his favorite flavor. "So wet and willing. So ready to be taken."

The explicit words made her shudder. He slid his hands out from under her and moved them up her torso to stop just at the undersides of her breasts. He traced the line they made as they mounded up from her rib cage, and she ached for more. His hands cupping her breasts, squeezing, touching her nipples.

He lapped at her one last time with his tongue, then stood between her open thighs. His hands moved up over her breasts, his palms rubbed lightly over her nipples, and the fabric of his jeans scraped against her soft, swollen sex. The contrast made her breath catch.

His hands stroked back down her body and then left her to unsnap and unzip his jeans. Sabrina watched as he shoved them down his hips, dragging his briefs with them. He kicked off his deck shoes and pulled them all the way off. His fleece jacket went next, followed by his T-shirt, and then he stood there in all his naked glory, and she had never seen anything she wanted more.

"Turn over, kitten."

Her sex clenched in anticipation and a little apprehension as she rolled over onto her belly. Sabrina scooted back until her feet rested on the floor, legs parted, her hips just against the table with her torso lying on it. Her nipples pressed into the cool surface, and she closed her eyes, turning her face to the side.

She felt deliciously exposed. Kane could see the bare curves of her ass and the soft flesh of her sex between her open legs. He could see how wet she was, how eager. And she wondered how he intended to take her next.

His hands cupped her butt, stroking her cheeks, massaging down to her thighs. His fingertips brushed her labia and
then moved away, in circles that moved in and out, covering the curve of her ass and teasing her sex.

"Kane," she complained, arching her back to push her sex into his hand as he brushed it again.

"All in good time." He spread her ass cheeks, and Sabrina felt something cool dribble between them. He stroked a fingertip down the dividing line between the rounded globes and rubbed the cool liquid over her anus. She felt him apply more lubrication and then work it steadily into her ass with his finger.

The unfamiliar penetration felt strange, but not unwelcome. Kane's movements were careful, gentle, and the stimulation to her anus felt pleasurable. "Relax," he murmured as she tightened involuntarily when his finger pushed farther into her.

Sabrina let out a breath and consciously relaxed her muscles, opening to him. He worked his finger all the way in, drew it back, pushed in again, moving in and out in slow, gliding strokes. "Your ass feels so tight," he said, his voice low and rough with desire. "So hot around my finger. It's going to feel incredible around my cock."

She tightened up again at the thought, and his free hand massaged her butt to soothe and relax her before working down to cup her sex. Kane had one hand exploring her ass, the other rubbing against her mons, and the combination was mind-blowing. When he thrust a finger into her sheath in time with the one inserted into her anus, the sensation intensified. She sucked in a breath and pushed her hips back toward him, seeking more penetration.

"Ah, like that, do you?" Kane bent over her to kiss her
between her shoulder blades. "You're so sexy when you arch your back and invite me to pet you."

"I feel sexy," Sabrina answered. She did. She felt hot and aware of every nerve ending in her body. His fingers worked her in tandem penetration, and her hips rocked in rhythm.

"You're ready for more," Kane murmured. "You feel so empty, don't you? You want me to fill you here." He pushed in a second finger as he spoke, then a third, and Sabrina moaned as she felt herself being stretched and so pleasurably invaded.

Before she had time to adjust, he worked a second finger into her ass, opening her there, too. The twin digits in her anus scissored, stretching her delicate skin, pushing in more lubrication to make it easier for her to accept him.

"I want to fuck your sweet, hot ass," Kane said, kissing down the line of her spine. "I want you to take my cock here, like this." His fingers moved inside her, on both sides of the separating membrane, and Sabrina moaned in response. "I'm going to stroke and pet your soft little pussy with one hand while I make you ready with the other. I'll rub your clit and make you hotter and hotter, until you can't think of anything but my cock filling you and how hard I'm going to make you come."

That wasn't far off, Sabrina realized, lost in a haze of sensation. He rubbed his thumb around and over her clit, worked in and out of her sheath while his other hand steadily continued to prepare her ass, and it felt incredible. She didn't worry that he'd hurt her, unless it was in the most pleasurable way. She trusted him utterly. He was careful with
her delicate tissue, making her ready by steady stages, and so focused on her response that she had no fears she would find anything but enjoyment in her role as her pirate's prisoner.

Kane gradually increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers moving faster as they worked in and out of her, and she felt another orgasm building.

"That's it," he said, approval and satisfaction in his voice. "Show me what you want."

She arched her back to offer him her ass. "I want you, Kane."

He withdrew from her, and Sabrina bit her lip, trying not to squirm with the need for more. She heard a soft tearing sound and realized he was opening a condom package. He moved into position behind her again, and she felt additional slick lubrication applied to her anus, imagined he was coating his latex-covered cock with more of the same, and closed her eyes as she felt him position the head of his cock.

"We'll take it slow, kitten," he promised her. The hand he'd used on her sex before returned to stroke her labia and her clit before opening her to penetrate her with two fingers together. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. She pushed her hips back at him, urging him to give her more, and breathed out again to relax as completely as possible as he slowly pressed forward and worked the head of his cock into her tight passage.

"I love touching you like this, fucking you with my hand while I fuck my cock into your ass," Kane growled behind her. "I want you to take more of me."