The other gunman patted her bound hands and said, “Get moving, James. The lady and we are waiting.”
James growled but began a hesitant, shallow withdrawal and plunge.
“That a boy,” one of the pirates encouraged. “Pump it.”
Dana buried her face into the mattress again as the tantalizing sensations erupted from her core with each cautious thrust James made into her pussy. Soon, their pace quickened as James became more certain of his movements. Her upper body bowed low, her ass in the air, she clawed at the bedding and began to rock back in contrast to his strokes.
He groaned with pleasure, bucking harder, faster against her.
The voyeurs all but forgotten, she reveled in the wild ride James took her on. “Yes, yes, yesss!”
Their rhythm set, their bodies collided again and again as they raced toward a climax, and when it struck, they both cried out their satisfaction.
When she came back to her senses, had time to catch her breath, she pulled herself forward to sprawl across the bed between the two pirates. James’ cock slipped free in the process, and he bent over to rest his head, face down on the mattress between her spread feet. Soon thereafter, he dropped to his knees.
The larger pirate rolled Dana over and pulled her across his lap. Before she thought to balk at his manhandling, he had her propped up against his body. With one beefy arm, he encircled her neck, and his gun nudged her in the side.
She winced with renewed fear.
“Oh, James,” he said in a singsong manner. “Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time for business. Tell us where the safe is…or your lover here pays for your stupidity.”
James raised his head and mumbled against the gag still in his mouth, his eyes much more angry than amorous now.
The other pirate jerked the knotted bandana out of James’ mouth to let it hang around his neck.
“You fucking bastards-”
The gun poked her. “James!” she cried out in abrupt panic.
“Don’t piss me off,” the gunman said. “You don’t really want this beautiful lady’s blood on your hands, do you, James?”
Dana watched his expression change as he struggled with what to do-fury at being cornered, remorse for having brought her into this, resolve to comply albeit coerced.
“Behind the portrait on that wall.” He looked to his left.
“Good boy,” the other pirate said, walking over to the safe. He tugged on the portrait, and it swung out on hinges. He turned back to James. “The combination, if you please.”
James glanced at her before he answered. “33, 27, 42. Now let her go.”
The pirate holding her tisked. “A moment…” He relaxed his hold on her neck, slid his palm over one bare breast.
Dana held her breath and stared at James’ angry face.
“We’re in!” the other pirate said. He grabbed a pillow, removed the case, and began to stuff stacks of bills into it. “Whoo hoo! Look at all of this.”
The other one continued to hold her, his thumb brushing back and forth across her beaded nipple. The gun’s hard barrel remained a faint presence at her side, as did another very different hardness against her butt.
Her gaze switched from James to the pirate at the safe and back to James kneeling at the foot of the bed. Frustrated rage marred his expression.
Apparently the man who held her noticed, too, because he said, “Don’t be so upset, James. Look on the bright side. You’re alive.”
James narrowed his gaze on them. “Let. Her. Go.”
The pirate squeezed her breast, chuckled, and gave her a light swat on the thigh. “Up you go.”
Somewhat awkward with her hands still bound in front of her, she climbed to her feet and stood naked in a room with three male strangers.
The pirate at the safe finished with his task of emptying it, turned to face the room, and whistled when his gaze caught sight of her. Before he could say anything though, his partner told him to, “Get his ring, too, and check that jewelry box on the dresser.”
The man in the burgundy bandana got to his feet. Up close, he was very tall and looked impossibly strong. Her body’s reaction to him was as immediate as it was unjustifiable.
Dana eased away from him and went to help James stand up. His pants and underwear remained tangled around his shoe-clad feet. When she started to reach toward the binds on James’ wrists, Mr. Deep Voice stopped her with the press of cold metal on her shoulder and the question, “Do you really want to do that?”
She stopped, slowly raised her bound hands up, and held them in surrender.
“Smart girl. Don’t move.”
When the pirates finished ransacking James’ possessions, they approached them once more. The leaner one held his gun up, aimed at them, and the pillowcase draped over his shoulder like a dark Santa pack. He saluted them with his pistol and escaped, saying to his partner, “See you topside.”
The other one had holstered his firearm, but the look in his eye didn’t bode well for any ideas of escape even with the cabin door open. He damn sure didn’t seem bothered by being outnumbered since she and James were still bound and thus at a disadvantage.
James shuffled back a step. “What are yo-”
Without a word, the pirate yanked the bandana back up over James’ mouth and shoved him onto the bed where he flopped and flailed uselessly, his eyes wide and teeth bared.
Dana turned to run, though where to, she had no clue, and she didn’t get far. The tall pirate paid James little attention as he caught her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed as well. Pinning her down, he jerked off his own bandana and gagged her with it. He climbed off of her, but before she could reach up to remove the gag, he grabbed her bound wrists, lifted her clean off the bed, and tossed her up and over his shoulder.
“Guuuuhhh!” James tried to shout, thrashing harder to free himself.
The pirate carrying her turned to face him. “I said she’d live. I never agreed to let her go.” Though her world was upside down, she could still hear the victorious amusement in her captor’s deep voice when he caressed her bare ass, heard her squeal, and added, “For future reference, we don’t negotiate. We’re pirates!” He swatted her on the ass. “We take what we want, and we want everything you value most.”
She screeched and pummeled his backside with her bound hands, which he ignored except to say, “Careful, sweetheart. You’re turning me on.”
She stopped abruptly, and he laughed, spun around, and carried her topside to where he handed her off to his partner who was already in a small inflatable motorboat tied off to the yacht. When she began to squirm again, the man dumped her on her ass next to the stuffed pillowcase and a pair of boat paddles. “Be careful, babe,” he warned. “You don’t want to wind up in the water without a way to swim.”
Her eyes widened. Too stunned and afraid to move, she shivered in the cool ocean breeze that feathered her exposed naked body. Looking around, she noticed the other pirate had vanished, but he returned quickly enough.
“Let’s go,” he said, jumping into the boat and freeing the line that had tied the craft to the yacht.
The other man cranked the motor and steered them away from the yacht, away from James. Goose bumps skittered over her skin. The breeze had increased to a constant wind with the movement of the boat across the water. A rhythmic spray of mist rained down as they splashed through the waves toward… She didn’t know where.