“Tell us…”
“She’s very moist,” James answered. “Hot and wet.”
“Go ahead. Dip a finger or two inside that pussy. I know you want to tell us if she’s tight.”
James pinched her nipple with one hand while he obeyed the pirate’s command with his other. Two fingers entered her, and her breath hissed through gritted teeth.
“Mmm, I think she likes that.” The remark came from Mr. Navy Bandana, although Dana didn’t open her eyes to look at him.
“Yes,” James said, plumbing her depths at a steady pace. For a second, she thought he’d answered for her. It was true; she did like the feel of his fingers pushing inside to stretch and rub her inner walls. But then he continued. “She’s very tight.”
The deeper bass returned. “You want to fuck her, don’t you, James?”
“Yes.”
“She wants you to, as well.”
At that, Dana’s eyes shot open, and she stared at the pirate in the burgundy bandana.
Brazenly holding her gaze, he commanded, “Finger-fuck her harder, James. Rub that clit.”
James immediately complied, and Dana gasped, reaching behind her to claw at James for support.
He bent his head to kiss and suck hard on her neck, while his fingers pumped rapidly into her body, his thumb nudging and flicking her clit. She whimpered from the increased assault on her senses, never once looking away from the man who controlled their every move.
Something deep inside her recognized the stranger’s dominant nature, was attracted to it.
James worked her up until an orgasm was all but inevitable. Just before it happened, just before she could tumble over that invisible cliff, the pirate said, “Stop.”
James not only ceased, he pulled out of her, and stood behind her panting from his own aroused desire. She frowned, irked by her thwarted climax.
“Bend over,” came the next command, this one clearly aimed at her. She obeyed, but did so with slow challenge, her pique not yet appeased. The pirate’s only reaction was a mild tilt of his head and slight curve of his lips.
As she dipped forward, she watched both pirates sit on the bed, their backs against the headboard, one leg from each left bent over opposite edges of the mattress. Their guns lay on their thighs, still in hand, still aimed in their general direction.
“Stretch your arms out over your head,” said the one who’d taken charge.
When she complied, the man in the navy bandana set his gun down within his easy reach, pulled out a nylon cord from a pouch on his cargo pants, and bound her wrists together. The other pirate kept his gun temporarily raised toward James who didn’t move from his position behind her.
“Why are you doing this?” James asked.
“Because we can,” came the mild reply. “Besides, I’m in the mood for some sexy entertainment.”
“Me, too,” the other added with a harder tug on the cord’s ends.
When the one finished tying her up, the other said, “Drop your pants, James.”
James didn’t speak again, which was probably for the best. What could he say? You’ll never get away withthis might work on the big screen, but in reality it was a stupid statement to make when looking down the barrel of a gun.
The rasp of his zipper was like nails scraped effectively down her spine. Her breathing became unsteady. Adrenaline left her shaky with a heady mixture of anticipation and angst.
“Do you have a condom, James? Or do you use them with…your secretary?”
“I have a couple in my wallet.”
She heard slight shuffling, a soft thud on the bed as he dropped his wallet beside her, and the rip of paper when he opened the packet.
Seconds later, James didn’t wait to be told to enter her. He did that almost immediately after his pants fell, and in doing so lifted her feet clean off the floor. She bent her legs and found support with her knees on the mattress.
She sighed, her face buried in the bed linens, as his hard cock eased into her body. James’ grip tightened on her hips, and she heard him make a soft sound of part-relief, part pleasure.
“Does she feel good?” the more vocal of the pirates asked.
“Yes,” James admitted breathlessly. He pulled her closer and nudged his cock a fraction deeper.
“And how does he feel, Miss Secretary?” Amusement tinged that question.
She grumbled into the bedding.
“I asked a question.” The pirate’s voice was pure authority. “Swat her ass, James.”
“I will not!”
“Do it or…”
She lifted her head to see the man’s gun rise.
“Now.”
Smack!
She winced and glared at the pirate who looked her in the eye. “I’m waiting, Miss Secretary. Or shall we continue with corporal punishment?”
She stared at him in stubborn challenge.
He gave her a small smirk, glanced at James and nodded once.
James swatted her again, the pop light, harmless.
The pirate frowned. “Harder, unless you want me to do it for you.”
James spanked her again, hard enough to make her flinch.
Again the pirate met her hard gaze. Through gritted teeth, she replied, “He feels…big.”
“Ah, what every man wants to hear,” the pirate quipped, and both gunmen chuckled. “I envy you, James, having such a luscious creature at your beck and call. How do you get any work done?”
The bed jostled when the man in the navy bandana-the one to her left-suddenly got to his feet. Dana tossed her hair as she tried to follow his progress toward the foot of the bed.
“Don’t move,” he said.
“What-? No,” James said with clear agitation in his tone. “Goddammit! Don’t do this.”
James’ grip on her hips vanished, but his cock remained buried inside her and hard as ever.
Dana struggled to see what was happening, but the other pirate who still sat on the bed leaned forward and pressed her bound wrists into the mattress. When she turned to look at him once more, she found him staring back at her, his gaze not unkind.
“It wouldn’t be fair to bind you and not him, now would it?” he asked.
She didn’t answer.
“Take these fucking things off!” James shouted.
“Do you want to fuck her or would you rather cry mayday?” challenged the one tying James up. “I’m sure we could fuck her for you instead if you aren’t willing.”
James ignored the question and the threat and asked one of his own. “How am I supposed to do anything with my hands tied behind my back?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” the pirate replied with obvious cockiness. “After all, big boss man, your ‘big’ dick is right where you want it to be. Now, shut up…” The sound of muffled grunts told Dana that he’d gagged James somehow. “…and have some fun with your little secretary while you still can. Time’s a-wasting, and we have your safe to plunder, high seas to pillage, treasure to bury…”
Chuckling at his own joke, the pirate removed her panties that hung off one foot and twirled them around his finger as he returned to his spot on the bed. Dana noticed he’d removed his navy bandana, so she suspected that was what he’d used to gag James.