TrickorTreat (7 page)

Black Jack’s hand eased up to cup her breast. The pressure
made her gasp. “He and his ships have been after me for ten years, Missy. My
ship is faster than the fastest frigate, and sweeting, do you think he will
fire on me while I have you aboard? There’s nothing he or you can do!”

“No!” She tried to pull away, but only succeeded in getting
herself pressed against the counter top. She leaned back, but he grabbed her
shoulders and yanked her close. His face was so near to hers she felt his
breath, just for a second until his mouth closed down.

It was a hard kiss, his lips forcing hers apart as she
fought his grasp. Her attempts only served to press herself closer to him. A
knee came between hers, his breeches rubbing against her skin as her skirt fell
open. His tongue forced between her lips, and met hers, gently, caressing,
teasing with a promise of more, until she whimpered, and he broke the kiss. He
was gloating as he looked down at her, “Like it don’t you, little prisoner?
Open those legs wider, get ready for Black Jack’s cock in yer lovely cunny!”

“Indeed, Sir, you presume too much!”

His wild laugh made her toes curl. Thank heaven it was only
a game. “I have not presumed enough, little one. Seems you need to learn who is
master on this ship.”

“A saucy pirate. An impudent rogue. A brigand who presumes
too much.”

His eyebrows almost met as he scowled. “And the captain who
has you in his power! Never forget that.” His roar sent a cold thrill down her
back. In real life it would be terrifying, but now…”

“Why should I remember?” She was pissing him off royally,
but why not? It was play, wasn’t it?

“This is why!” He grabbed her by the wrist, dragged her over
to the table, and spun her around, flattening her face down on the table top.
Her nose was just inches from her coffee mug, and the pile of silk scarves.
“This will help you remember!” Before he stopped speaking his hand came down on
her ass. She yelped, more from shock than hurt. Her ass throbbed a little, that
was all. Immediately he spanked the other side, then back and forth, just hard
enough to send offended thrills coursing through her body. This was terrible,
wonderful and exciting, but why was she letting him do this to her? She tried
to wriggle out of his hold but a hissed, “Be still or I’ll use my belt!” had
her lying still while he landed anther couple of hard swats to her sore rump.

She was panting as he pulled her upright and turned her to
face him. “Are you in my power?”

“Yes!” The tremor in her voice wasn’t put on.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Captain, sir!” What was the right answer?

“Captain, will suffice.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Are you my prisoner?”

“Yes, Captain!”

“Will you obey me or risk punishment?”

“Yes, I’ll obey you Captain!” In real life this would be
hell, but his hands grasping her upper arms, and the little shakes as he fired
his questions, stirred unexpected emotions. She was scared, but thrilled deep
inside. She wanted to obey him. Wanted to be ordered. Wanted to be coerced. As
he released his grip, without pausing to think she fell to her knees at his
feet. As she bowed her head, a feeling of utter peace, and wild excitement flooded
her mind. All she could see were the polished toes of his black boots, but she
felt his personality and presence, like an enveloping joy.

Her breath quickened and her chest heaved as she waited,
with no idea why she was on her knees, but knowing it felt right. She sighed
with pleasure and submission, as he stroked her head.

“Nice,” he said, in an almost-Jud voice. “I think you’ve
learned your place!” That was back to Captain Jack. “Captives belong on their
knees. You just stay there while I finish my grog.” His boots moved out of her
line of vision but he was still close. If he’d left the room she’d have known.
His presence filled the room and her mind.

A strange peace filled her as she waited. She bent lower,
until her forehead touched the cool tile of the floor. What was he doing?
Finishing his coffee? She rather regretted her half-finished mug, but captives
didn’t get coffee or grog, they… A gentle tap on her ass caught her attention.
“Get up, prisoner!”

She did, and turned to face him. “Who told you to look at
me?”

“No one, Captain.”

“Then turn back!”

She did but not before she noticed him reach for the pile of
scarves. “Seems I need to chastise you a little more. Lay you across the table
and let you taste the end of a rope’s end.”

Her throat went dry. One spanking was enough. Time for Lady
Katherine to kick in the traces. “No!” she yelled, and spun to face him. “I’m
not afraid of you! You’re nothing but a common criminal!” He’d wanted a
reaction. He had one. Black Jack scowled.

“Just wait til you feel…” She didn’t wait to hear what he
intended her to feel. Her heart racing, blood pounding in her ears. Cunt
throbbing with fear and excitement, she ran as he reached out to grab her and
raced up the stairs.

He was so close behind she could feel his boots on the
stairs. As she dashed into her bedroom, he grabbed her by the waist and threw
her face-down on the mattress, and landed on top of her. His weight pressed her
into the mattress. His cock felt harder than before, and he made a point of grinding
his erection into the crease of her ass. “Seems I may have to subdue you
completely,” he growled in her ear. “A cock up your insolent ass would keep you
in your place.”

“No!” It came out as a panicked wail. He was playing, right?
He'd promised. “Please, Captain please, no. I beg you!”

He didn’t move except to stroke her head and ease it down
into the pillow. “Since you begged. I won’t bugger you, Lady Katherine, but I
will chastise you. You need a lesson in obedience.”

Before she could even think what ‘chastisement’ involved, he
pulled her hands over her head, and tied them to the bed. He never said a word
as he twisted the silk scarves though the ornate headboard she’d thought so
stylish and interesting. He tested the knots, easing his finger under the
scarves to gauge how tight her bonds. She wasn’t uncomfortable, just incredibly
undignified…and excited.

His hand cupped her ass and kneaded her flesh. “Didn’t learn
the first time I spanked you, did you?”

“No, Sir, I need another one!” What the hell had made her
say that? Stupidity? Or the wonderful sensation between her legs at the thought
of his hand smacking down and warming her butt.

She got what she asked for, hard on one side. “That’s for
not remembering to call me ‘Captain’!” Before she could correct herself, or
apologize, another landed, hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m sorry, Captain,”
she cried, the warmth spreading across her cheeks, until cool air brushed her
heated ass as he parted her skirt.

“So!” he roared. “You purported to be a decent woman. Only
whores from the dockside walk around without pantaloons. His hand stroked her
ass. “I can see you need severe attention.” She sensed his eyes gloating over
her lower back, and legs. “Open your legs!”

She debated disobeying, for a second, but thought better of
it. Legs spread wide, she lay there waiting, and hoping, for whatever came
next.

“Seems you can learn. Good! I left my flogger downstairs.
Don’t go anywhere until I get back!”

It wasn’t just the sound of his boots on the stairs that
told her he’d gone. She felt his absence. She missed his all-enveloping
presence. She wanted him back. She didn’t even care if he used the whip on
her-hell, yes she did! A few spanks, okay… After the last episode she’d
expected that, but no way was he laying that flogger thing on her. If he tried,
it was safeword time!

If he ever came back.

How long had she been lying here? It seemed ages, but by her
alarm clock, when she turned her head, it was only a couple of minutes. No,
three as she heard his measured tread slowly up the stars. Silence. She sensed
him watching. Waiting. She exhaled and let her shoulders sag into the mattress.
He was her captor. She was his prisoner. Whatever he wanted, he could do. He
had her helpless, and it thrilled her.

The bed sagged to one side. His knee nudged her thigh. “Did
you disobey? Did you move while I was gone?”

Her throat went tight with fear. “I looked at the alarm
clock!” An anachronism, but what could she say? It wasn’t an hourglass, and
that was…

A single finger traced a slow line up her spine, leaving a
trail of goosebumps in its wake. “And why, little prisoner, did you do that?”

“I wondered how long you’d be gone.”

“You wanted me to come back?” The finger came back down, and
rested just above the top of her crack.

“Yes, I did.” She burrowed her head in the pillow at the
admission.

“And now I’m back and look what I brought.” She didn’t dare
move, didn’t need to. He set the flogger on the pillow by her face, a stray
tress, brushed her cheek, sending warm shivers across her skin. “Cold?” he
asked.

“No, Captain.”

His hand went between her legs to cup her mound. One, long
finger intruded deep into her cunt. What would Lady Katherine do? Katie bucked,
trying to dislodge him, but his free hand came down in the small of her back,
pinning her down. The finger in her cunt withdrew, and came back, deeper and
harder. She suspected there were two this time. He moved, pressed and poked
until she squirmed from excitement, arousal, and a half-imagined fear. “You
will learn to submit, Lady Katherine. By the time I’ve finished with you, you
won’t dream of resisting!”

She hoped he never finished with her, but for good measure
she bucked her hips. And felt teeth nip her ass.

The squeal was entirely involuntary. “You hurt me!”

“Good! Lie still while I play with your pussy.”

As if she’d resist that! Once she relaxed his touch gentled.
His long fingers, pulsing deep inside, until she sighed, “Like that do you,
little captive?”

“Yes, Captain.” He could go on all night if he wanted.

“Good!”

She let out a moan as he pulled out. “I want more!”

His shirt brushed her bare butt as he leaned close.
“Prisoners don’t ask. They take what comes.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Want to use your safe word?”

Did she? No way! “No, Captain.”

“Good!”

The bed shifted back as he stood up. His hands grasped the
back neckline of the dress, and the sound of tearing muslin shocked her into a
shriek. “No!”

“Oh, yes! I paid for this dress. I’ll rip it off your body
if I choose.” Strong hands pushed the fabric off her shoulders. Before she’d
felt exposed. Now she was completely vulnerable. “Nice little body you have,
prisoner. I’ll enjoy having my wicked way with you, as soon as I get you
ready.”

She was tempted to tell him she’d been ‘ready’ for twenty
minutes or more, but Captain Jack made the rules.

She waited.

Something cool landed on her back and dribbled down her
spine. The aroma of jasmine filled the room. Strong hands spread the scented
oil across her shoulders and down her back. The sigh of pleasure was utterly
involuntary.

“Like that do you, wench?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

His hand came down on her ass. “Yes, what? Have you
forgotten where you are?”

“Apologies, Captain!” Sheesh, her left butt smarted even as
his hands resumed their wonderful caress. How could his hands give such
pleasure and hurt her at the same time? Did she care? She’d take a whole lot
more on her exposed rear, if he’d keep up the massage. She let out a whimper as
his fingertips brushed her ass, almost touching the fading ache from his slap.

“I want you like this often,” he said. “Naked, helpless.
Bound and exposed for my delectation.” There was a little chuckle as his hands
cupped her ass. “I can see, reach, and touch everything I want.” As if to prove
his point, his oil-slick fingers eased up the sensitive flesh inside her thigh,
and darted in and out of her cunt before coming back to massage her ass.
“Available. Just as you should be.” Fingertips trailed up her spine, his touch
was gentle, or at least it was this minute. Who knew what would come next?
“Nice body, little captive. Relax. Submit completely, and accept my flogger.”

She’d almost forgotten that damn thing! The tresses
disappeared from her line of vision. “What are you going to do with it?”

“Enjoy watching your responses. Your pale skin marks up
beautifully. My hand left a lovely red mark on your butt. It’s faded now but I
could soon renew it.” His lips were so close to her ass, she could feel his
breath. Unable to resist the temptation, she bumped her hips upward to his
face. His hands grabbed her hips. His oiled fingers didn’t grasp that tightly,
but it was enough. “Shouldn’t have done that,” he said, and bit her.

As she yowled with shock and real pain, his fingertips eased
away the hurt. Just as before, the sweet caress after the hurt sent her mind
whirling. She was enjoying this, the good, the hurt, and the unexpected.

Once she relaxed again, he let her back down on the bed.
“You’re turning into a troublesome captive. Time to subdue you with a good
whipping.”

“No!” A protest about the promised whipping? Or the loss she
felt as he moved off the bed? She had no idea.

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

Did she?” No, Captain.”

“Remember what it is? Tell me?”

“Katherine Marjorie Fairfax.”

“Good.” In the silence, she heard something scrape on the
floor, and a clink like glass. The bottle of oil? Something else? She resisted
the urge to look. No point in earning another spanking. The whip would be bad
enough-or good enough if he used it as he had downstairs. She longed to feel
its caress. Would he start on her back or her legs?

“Get on your knees! Keep your head down!”

Easier said than done on a soft mattress. She managed in the
end by putting her weight on her forearms and scooting her knees up. Lord alone
knew what she looked like from the rear. The ultimate in ungracefulness, but in
a few minutes she was in position: knees bent, ass up in the air, and her
shoulders still on the bed. If she’d been ‘available’ before, she was exposed
to the world now.

It felt wonderful.

“Good girl! Just what I ordered.”

She sensed movement. He pulled off the spare pillows and
shams, and pushed them under her belly. “I don’t want you uncomfortable. Except
when I intend you to be.”

Thrills of expectation radiated out from her clit. She was
so aroused it hurt, but felt wonderful. ”Please, Captain…” she whimpered, and
had no idea what she was asking for. But she wanted it, and soon. Heaven help
any real captive in this position, but as a fantasy… She shut her eyes and
sighed with anticipation.

Her legs had come together in her efforts to get into
position. Gently Jud stroked the back of her thighs, priming nerve endings as
pleasure skittered up her spine and her cunt went humming. “Open your legs,
dear.” The bad Captain’s voice took on the tone of a caress.

The pillows helped, as she hastened to obey. She wanted to
please him, to keep this kind captor, to take what he offered and promised.

She felt the air between her legs a second before the
flogger struck. Again and again it landed and she yelped each time. Three cries
of shock and outrage that echoed in the quiet room.

There were no more, but she lay gasping, and blinking tears
away. “That hurt!”

His hand tickled up her inner thigh. “It was meant to. But
doesn’t it feel better now?”

Maybe it was his hand cupping her crotch, but everything
felt wonderful. The hurt of a few seconds back turned into wild desire. Talk
about needy! She was close to begging for it. If only he’d put his fingers
in…deep…as he had earlier. She rocked her hips in an attempt to bring his
fingers closer. A fingertip on her clit was all she needed.

“Naughty girl!” he said and moved his hand away. “Not how a
submissive captive behaves. I’ve a good idea to leave you here. Alone, to calm
down and learn better manners.”

She couldn’t bear it. “No, please! Don’t leave me!”

“You’re not quite ready yet. I want you begging for my
cock!”

“Isn’t ‘please’ begging?”

He laughed. “You’re getting there, little prisoner. You’re
wet between your lovely legs, and you smell of horny woman, but I want your
luscious cunt running when I fuck you. I need to work you over more.”

Could he really make her wait? Hell, yes! And he was no
doubt enjoying every minute. If he hit her between the legs again she’d
probably come and she didn’t want to, not without his cock inside her. She let
out a long sigh as he ran his hands over her back. If only he’d massage her
again. The scent still lingered in the air, and just catching a faint whiff,
she imagined his hands on her back, easing down her spine, and gently stroking
the curve of her hip. Hell, she could almost feel his hands on her flesh.

“I’d like to use the flogger on you again, Lady Katherine.
Do I have your permission?”