Wildly excited, she squirmed against his assault. His hands moved to clasp her buttocks and hold her still, his tongue and lips and teeth ruthlessly pleasuring her.
“Are you?” he demanded.
“Yes…please, yes! I beg you…”
She writhed in helpless rapture as, with a final hard kiss, he dredged a shattering climax from her. Wanton cries of delight rippled from her throat until the fiery waves of sensation ebbed and she sagged limply against the mast.
“Perhaps next time you will be more obedient,” he remarked, his husky murmur holding a note of triumph.
Rising, he took a step backward. Through her haze of pleasure Raven watched as he unbuttoned the straining placket of his breeches and released his phallus, already massive and darkly engorged.
“My cock is hungry for you. Are you hungry for it? Do you want to feel it sliding up inside your pretty, quivering flesh?”
A fevered longing filled her, and she licked her dry lips, anticipating that hot, hard shaft coming into her, assuaging the terrible, sweet ache that all but consumed her.
“Yes.” Her own voice sounded sultry when she added a plea. “But you should untie me, sir. I can give you more pleasure that way.”
“Very well, captive.”
He complied, reaching behind her to slice the bonds from her wrists.
“Thank you, kind sir,” she murmured. “You won’t regret it.” Looking down, she eyed the dagger. “Do you really need this wicked blade? I vow I will be obedient.”
With a provocative glance, she took the dagger from his hand. The anticipation in his smile, however, vanished when she held the blade to his throat.
Behind the pirate’s mask, his eyes flashed dangerously.
“Back away,” she ordered. “Farther!” she insisted, waiting until he had retreated three more steps. “Now it is your turn, monsieur.”
“My turn?” She could imagine him raising an eyebrow behind the mask.
“To obey. Kneel before me.”
His mouth twisting with mockery, he did as she bid, dropping to both knees.
“Now your manhood. Release it completely. I want to see it.”
Opening his breeches farther, he drew up his shirt to expose his flat, hard belly and powerful loins. His erect member jutted proudly toward her, Raven saw with fascination.
“Now pleasure yourself.”
“Mademoiselle?”
“You heard me! I want to see you stroke yourself, to torment yourself as you did me.”
Obediently he reached down, but when his palm brushed the smooth tip of his phallus, the shaft jerked hungrily. Raven saw him clench his teeth.
“I am waiting, pirate.”
Sitting back on his heels then, he cupped the velvety pouch of his heavy testicles with one hand, gripping the thick stem with the other.
“Like this, mademoiselle?” he said, slowly stroking from base to head.
Raven barely stifled a moan, overwhelmed with longing to feel that hard flesh driving deep, deep inside her.
The pirate clearly had the same goal in mind, for his black eyes were fastened on the juicy folds of flesh between her thighs.
“This will satisfy neither of us,” he scoffed, yet raw desire darkened his voice.