THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) (9 page)

“Look at Nicola and those two men,” her pirate rogue whispered, his breath hot on her neck as he let go of her leash for a moment so that he could untie the strips of leather holding the front of her vest closed.

Jillian redirected her gaze back to the trio, her belly clenching at the sight of how Nicola’s position now reflected hers . . . the other woman was sitting on one of the sailor’s thighs, facing forward, while the man sitting next to them was loosening her blouse. Once the ribbons on Nicola’s corset fell away, the man behind her lifted her bare breasts in his palms, offering a nipple to his partner, who eagerly took the hard nub in his mouth and sucked.

Nicola cried out, and Jillian shuddered, shocked to realize that while she’d been staring in a haze of desire at the trio, her own rogue had opened her top, slipped his hands inside, and had her breasts cupped in his hands. Startled, she covered his hands with her own, not sure she wanted herself on display.

“Let go,” he murmured huskily, coaxing her to obey his command. “You have gorgeous breasts and I want to be able to see them, and touch them, and let every other man envy what is mine.”

She was torn between saying no, and giving him what he wanted. It wasn’t as though her breasts were young, small, and perky, like Nicola’s. No, they were a woman’s breasts—full and heavy, overflowing even in her pirate’s large hands.

She closed her eyes, skewing up her courage to be so bold and brazen, which was more difficult than she’d imagined. Yet the more self-assured woman she’d become over the months pushed through, giving her the fortitude she needed to be so fearless. Everyone in this place was a stranger, and knowing she’d never see any of them ever again allowed her to shed those inhibitions in ways she never had before in a public setting.

Exhaling a breath, she let her hands fall away to her sides and opened her eyes once again, owning her sexuality, and focusing on the one and only thing that mattered . . . that her pirate thought she had gorgeous breasts. That knowledge alone made her feel powerful and sexy and confident.

“Good girl,” he praised, openly rolling her nipples between his fingers, elongating them into stiff points before lifting her breasts higher, toward her mouth. “Lick them. Suck them. See how good you taste.”

Oh, he was pushing all kinds of boundaries tonight, and now that Jillian had made the decision to embrace a more daring side, she refused to back down. She dragged her own tongue across the sensitive crest, pulled the tip deeper into her mouth, and moaned, her mind and body unprepared for the zing of pleasure that arced straight down to her sex.

“Look at that man over there,” Black Heart rasped in her ear. “The way he’s watching you pleasure yourself, the way he’s lusting for
you
even while another woman sucks his cock.”

Her face flushed at the realization that someone had witnessed such a provocative act, but she glanced across the room, curious to see who this man was. To the right of the threesome, a well-garbed man, much like a ship captain, was sitting in a chair. His hands twisted tight in a woman’s long hair while he pumped his shaft slow and steady into her mouth, his dark, hooded gaze locked on Jillian.

A secret thrill fluttered through her, catching her off guard.

“Ahh, you like being an exhibitionist.” Black Heart’s knowing voice cascaded along the side of her neck, and before she could refute his claim, he said, “Let’s give him a show.”

Her pirate brought her palms up to her own breasts so she could continue fondling them, while he pushed his hands between them and unfastened the front of his breeches. He shifted, freeing his erection, and she moaned as she felt the silken heat and length of his cock pressing insistently along the base of her spine. Plucking at her stiff nipples, and uncaring who watched, she wriggled her ass against him, suddenly desperate to feel him deep inside.

He secured an arm around her waist, lifting her up a few inches and positioning his shaft at her entrance before letting her slide back down, her body enveloping him in its slick heat until he was seated to the hilt. In this position, she felt him everywhere, his cock stretching her wide with a delicious burn.

She sighed blissfully, and he shuddered and groaned, long and low.

While she’d gotten used to her blouse being open and her breasts being exposed, she was grateful for the skirt he left draped around her thighs that gave her some modicum of modesty, even when he pushed his boots along the inside of her high heels and used his feet to spread her legs indecently wide apart. The material of her skirt fell between her open thighs, shielding the most intimate part of her from anyone’s gaze.

“Your pussy is mine, and mine alone,” he said possessively, shifting once again behind her as his free hand searched for something in the pocket of his waistcoat. “That’s one part of you that will never be shared with prying eyes. Ever.”

Like the
captains
, she thought, shifting her gaze back to the man across the room, who hadn’t looked away from her. He licked his lips, his jaw clenching as he forced his cock deeper into the woman’s mouth. The wench swallowed every inch, her own hand pressed between her spread thighs as she worked herself to her own orgasm.

Jillian moaned softly from all the erotic visual stimulation. She squeezed her breasts and nipples as her gaze drifted to the threesome once again, an undeniable ache blooming deep in her womb upon seeing their new position. The sailor who’d been sitting by Nicola’s side was now kneeling on the floor in front of her, his large hands pressed against the inside of her knees to keep her thighs spread wide open as he buried his mouth between her legs, and his partner fucked her from behind, exactly the way Jillian’s own pirate was doing to her.

Jillian felt a hand slip beneath her skirt, and her entire body jolted when something soft and nubby fluttered against her pussy. She gasped and squirmed, trying to close her legs against the pulsating sensation, but unable to do so since her pirate had secured her feet wide apart.

“What . . . what is that?” she managed to ask.

“It’s a finger vibrator,” he said wickedly as he stroked it along the soft outer folds of her sex, titillating her sensitive flesh with the low, humming device. “I put it in my waistcoat pocket when I was in the dungeon room changing. Feels good, doesn’t it? Like a tongue flicking along your pussy.”

It felt
exactly
as he described . . . and reflected exactly what was happening to Nicola. Jillian watched, enthralled and unbearably aroused, as the man’s head moved up and down between the other woman’s thighs, licking her, sucking her, while the man behind Nicola grasped her waist and thrust into her from his seated position, his face etched with carnal lust.

Black Heart mimicked the surge of his hips in rhythm to the man pumping into Nicola, filling Jillian again and again. He used the slim finger vibrator to replicate the threesome she was watching, making it
feel
as though she, too, had a hot mouth between her thighs and two men were pleasuring her at once.

With his free hand, Black Heart tightened his hand around the chain leash, until he reached her collar and was able to pull her head back to his shoulder and his mouth grazed her cheek. “Do you like what you see, and what you feel?” he asked, his voice dark and demanding as he drew slow circles around her swollen, needy clit with that wicked, fluttering device.

“Yes,” she said, unable to lie. The entire scenario was so erotic, she just knew she was going to combust into a million pieces as soon as her pirate allowed her to. “But this threesome isn’t a fantasy of mine,” she added, wanting to be sure he realized that she didn’t want or need another man that way. In any way at all.

“I know,” he said, his teeth scraping enticingly along her jaw. “It’s a fantasy of
mine
. You know it makes me hot when I think about another man lusting over you, fucking you, but in reality, I’d goddamn kill any guy who dared to touch you that way.”

Oh, yes, she knew how much that particular fantasy inflamed him. She remembered the evening she’d taken him to a night club, when she’d danced with another man . . . and the aggressive, explosive sex they’d had afterward. The mind-blowing recollection ramped up the heat and need pouring through her, made her inner walls clench around his cock as the inklings of an orgasm began simmering low in her belly, deep in her core.

Nicola’s cries of pleasure rang out, and Jillian glanced back at the woman in the throes of passion, the way she twisted her fingers in the man’s hair who was going down on her, eating her, and pressing his mouth harder against her pussy. The man behind her increased his thrusts, and Nicola’s hips began their own sensual dance as she gyrated against the cock inside her and the tongue flicking against her cunt. The man fucking her came on a hoarse shout, and she came on a raw scream, pure ecstasy etching her features.

Nicola’s wanton response was like a spark to Jillian’s fuse, and her climax swelled inside of her. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back on her pirate’s shoulder as she pushed her hips back into his driving, upward strokes, and let the fluttering licks on her clit send her over that same rapturous edge.

She felt a strong male hand curl around her neck, right above the collar, and guide her head back up.

“Open your eyes, slave,” her rogue commanded against her ear. “Look. At. Him . . .
Now
.”

So many sensations rioted within Jillian, but she forced her lashes to open, and found herself staring at the other man sitting in the chair across the room, who was staring at
her
with dark, hungry eyes. His expression tightened, his face flushed, and his lips parted on what looked like a groan. He gripped the woman’s hair tighter and pumped harder, deeper, into her mouth, giving her no choice but to take all of him as he came.

Everything about tonight’s experience was wild, crazy, and shameless, and witnessing a stranger’s lust for her added more fuel to the fire burning inside of Jillian. Her mind and body felt battered with sensations, and with her rogue pirate driving deep into her channel, his hot, panting breath on her neck, she felt utterly possessed. Inside and out.

Like nothing she’d ever felt before.

She heard a long, ragged groan spill from her rogue’s chest, knew that he’d reached his own climax, and followed him over. There was no way to hold back the tremendous orgasm that wracked its way through her, bowing her body with the strength and force of its fury, and wringing an unbridled scream from her lips as she rode out the intensity of her release.

She felt as though she’d blacked out, and when she finally came to her senses, everything and everyone around her seemed to fade away in the aftermath. It was the man behind her who’d wrapped her safe and secure in her arms,
her husband
, who grounded her, and became her anchor.

He was her reality, and the only man who would ever claim her heart, her body, and her soul.

She lay limp and sated against him, and she reached up and touched his jaw. He lowered his head, skimming his lips along her cheek, and she heard him say the only words that mattered to her at all.

I love you, baby girl.

D
ean glanced over at his wife, who was sitting in the plush leather seat next to his in the corporate jet he’d used to fly to Miami, before heading to Eden a few days ago in a small seaplane. Now, he and Jillian were heading back home to San Diego in the private aircraft, instead of taking a commercial flight, their time on the magical island over.

And it had definitely been magical, enchanting even. Everything about the place had met or exceeded his expectations, in so many ways. He’d planned the pirate fantasy, but Eden had brought it to life, had given it an authentic feel he couldn’t have replicated anywhere else.

There were aspects of their weekend get-away that he knew Jillian had loved and enjoyed, but he still wasn’t sure how she felt about what had transpired last night. Once they’d returned to their cottage after their evening out, they’d both been exhausted—by their day spent at the lagoon, and the brothel fantasy. They’d both fallen asleep the moment their heads hit their pillows, and they’d slept in later than they’d meant to this morning, which meant they had to rush to pack and eat a quick breakfast in order to get off the island on time.

Dean figured the best way to get inside Jillian’s head and thoughts was to outright ask the question that was weighing heavily on his mind. She was gazing out the small window, and he placed his hand over hers on the armrest.

At this touch, she turned to face him, and smiled. There was no sign that she was troubled, but Dean had come a long way over the past few months in their relationship and knew just how important communication was in keeping his marriage strong and solid. Which meant if he had any concerns, he’d learned to air them so they didn’t fester and cause bigger issues down the road.

“Are you okay?” he asked, needing to know.

She looked surprised by the question and tipped her head curiously. “Do I not seem okay to you?”