When she held back, he withdrew his dagger from his sash and held it menacingly to her throat. “Remember you are my prisoner, mademoiselle. I can have you thrown overboard in an instant.”
Uneasily Raven complied, telling herself she should enter into the spirit of the fantasy.
The pirate led her from the cabin and across the deck to the mast, where he turned her to face him. Sheathing his dagger, he forced her arms behind her and secured her to the timber with the scarves. Then he leaned forward to kiss her, pulling her lower lip between his teeth and nipping softly.
When she made a sound of protest, his hand went to her throat and held her still as he pressed his full length against her. He kissed her more thoroughly then, his tongue plunging deep while he moved his hips in a slow, rotating motion that made her pulse race.
Raven’s breath was coming in soft pants when he finally drew back. Reaching to his waist, he brandished the dagger again, startling her. With the point, he drew a slow line down the valley between her breasts. Then turning the blade, he deliberately sliced her nightdress from throat to hem, exposing her pale body to his view.
Raven couldn’t stifle a gasp.
“There is no use crying for help,” he chastised. “My crew does my bidding.”
The cool air caressed her naked skin, puckering her nipples. Raven wet her lips, staring at him. She was completely at his mercy. The knowledge made her tremble, even as it thrilled her.
He saw her convulsive shiver and smiled. Returning the dagger to his sash, he lifted the curtain of her hair, drawing the long tresses over her pouting breasts. He was playing with her, prolonging the moment, Raven knew.
“Such smooth, white skin,” he said in approval. He stroked his hand over the swelling mounds of her breasts, cupping the ripe fullness in his palms. “Such lush flesh.”
His fingers traced a circle around her jutting nipples, making her arch against the delicious sensation. “These ripe buds are just waiting for me to taste them.”
She bit her lower lip hard, trying not to respond as he pulled at the swollen crests. Yet shameful pleasure flared wherever he touched her.
“I think I will suck on your nipples until you come.” He bent his head, his breath hot and moist against her skin, sending liquid warmth coursing downward between her legs. Yet he didn’t kiss her. Instead his tongue barely flickered over the taut peaks.
Raven twisted against her bonds, fighting the keen sensations he was deliberately arousing in her.
A moment later he stood, a frown of disapproval drawing down the corners of his sensual mouth. “What, no response, my beauty? No matter. You will soon be begging me, offering me anything I choose to take.”
She raised her chin in defiance. “I will never beg.”
His smile was utterly devilish. “You will do as I say. If you are disobedient, I will give you to my men.”
“You wouldn’t,” she replied, although her tone held uncertainty.
“No,” he said, his voice husky. “I wouldn’t. I intend to keep you all to myself. I won’t share my treasure with any man. You are mine.”
Possessively, his palm covered her breast, then glided down the silken skin of her belly to her loins.
“Tell me, are you a virgin, mademoiselle?”
She hesitated before answering honestly. “No.”
“Excellent. The better for me to enjoy you. I am a man of strong appetites, and I am not easily appeased.”
He slid a probing finger between her thighs, along her wet, slippery cleft. Already it was pulsing eagerly.
“You’re very hot, mademoiselle, are you not?”
Raven arched her hips convulsively, feeling her bonds tighten in warning at her wrists.
“How easily aroused you are.”
One of his hands remained between her legs, while the other moved up to fondle her swelling, aching breasts. When he pinched her nipple, a needy whimper escaped her lips.
“Be silent, captive,” he ordered. “You mustn’t scream, or my men might come to watch. You don’t want them to see you naked and helpless like this, do you?”
Raven swallowed her moan, yet the thought of his lusty, rugged crew seeing her ravishment roused a shameless throbbing heat between her legs.
“Good, you know who is your master.” His indulgent, arrogant smile made her blood boil and race at the same time.
“You must remain completely still, or I won’t satisfy you.”
He was teasing her, making her wait, and the delay excited her beyond bearing. She strained against his hand, shamelessly seeking his penetration.
“I said be still! You will obey me if you want me to take you.” His fingers thrust inside her a mere inch and then stopped. “Do you want me to take you, captive?”
She drew a long shuddering breath. “Yes,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Then you will beg me.”
“I won’t.”
“We shall see how long you resist when I put my mouth on you.”
Going down on one knee, he parted her thighs and pressed his lips to her sleek folds, seeking the point of feminine pleasure. Raven sucked in a sharp breath, her legs instinctively parting even more.
His long tongue lapped at her slowly, thoroughly, rasping against her sensitized flesh until she burned with frenzy.
“Are you ready to beg me yet?” he asked at length, his voice husky.
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.