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Madison Layle
The Pirate Masters
Welcome to the Pleasure Club
Jared tied the dark burgundy silk bandana around his head in a tight knot, tucking in the back corners so it covered most of his short, military-style hair.
The sound of footsteps behind him had him turning around to see Lance enter the main cabin of the vessel Jared called home. Lance was a land-lover, but Jared adored the ocean-polar opposites who had somehow discovered a few common interests that bound them together in friendship.
They’d met at the gym where Lance was a fitness instructor and Jared went regularly to lift weights. Their friendship expanded when they learned they shared a similar fondness for certain sexual fetishes. They both loved to share and dominate women, and they were damn good at it.
Best of all, he’d discovered The Pleasure Club, which helped him explore his own desires while fulfilling others’ sexual fantasies, too. It beat trolling the nightclubs for potential dates who might or might not be into kinky foreplay. And many fetish clubs were too sleazy for his tastes.
He didn’t work for TPC; it didn’t work that way. He enjoyed sex, but a gigolo, he wasn’t. As a club member, he’d paid his dues and reaped the benefits like Lance and all of the others.
Role playing was what thrilled him-becoming the kind of person another needed to find that heightened release, that touch of nirvana. He smiled. Yeah, he enjoyed every minute of his membership and looked forward to the weekends whenever he had a fantasy to fulfill, especially one like tonight, one that could involve the sea.
Because they’d signed up together and indicated an interest in shared experiences, he often joined with Lance to enact
Tonight was different, though, and that difference excited him. After one final glance, he pocketed the instructions TPC had sent him. Tonight just might best all of his other fantasies combined.
Lance was dressed in attire similar to his own-black cargo pants, a sleeveless black muscle shirt, and dark combat boots. His smile had one of Jared’s eyebrows rising.
“What?”
Lance crossed his arms. “Add a little eye liner and a gold tooth or two, and you could go as Captain Jack Sparrow.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Real funny, but I don’t do beaded braids.”
Lance shrugged. “Suit yourself. You gonna wear an eye patch?”
He shook his head. “I think we can dispense with the clichés.”
“Damn. I was hoping for at least a parrot. Think of all the naughty-ass words we could teach it tonight.”
Jared laughed. “That would be funny,” he admitted while checking his pistol one last time before putting it away in its holster. “You armed and ready?”
“Yep, but we’re not going to take them here, are we?”
He glanced at his watch. “No, we still have plenty of time. The other boat’s already in place?”
“Yeah. One pier over. I saw it dock just before I came down.”
“Okay.” Their target for the evening should arrive within the hour. “I want to be topside to watch them cast off.”
“Special night, huh?” the cab driver asked as he looked at her in the rearview mirror, his dark chocolate eyes friendly and curious.
She gave the driver a nod but couldn’t drum up enough creativity to make up an explanation he’d believe. She couldn’t tell him she was going to meet a total stranger for a night of fulfilled fantasies and sexual pleasure. He might want to tag along.
A nervous giggle escaped, so she bit her lip to settle her jitters. Maybe she shouldn’t have listed so many options when she filled out the club’s paperwork. She glanced down and busied herself by straightening the skirt of her short evening dress. Her clutch with cell phone, money, and lipstick, lay next to her on the seat.
Had she chosen wrong? Was she overdressed?
The cab pulled to a stop, and the driver twisted to look at her. “Here we are. That’ll be twenty-seven dollars.”
After paying the cabbie, she got out, giving him a wave when he wished her well and drove away.
“All dressed up and nowhere to go,” she muttered, looking around at all of the boats docked at the pier. Pulling out her letter from TPC, she reread the address. It didn’t give the name of a boat or pier number.
“You’re as gorgeous as ever, Dana.”
She looked up to see a total stranger approach with a welcoming smile on his face. Her real name was Diana Hawthorne, but she’d given TPC instructions to use Dana for all liaisons-a childhood nickname she’d set aside for the formalities of big business and the corporate ladder.
The man was attractive and well dressed in pristine white slacks and short-sleeved shirt, the top two buttons left undone. Laceless deck shoes covered his bare feet, and a gold ring with a blood-red ruby sparkled on his right ring finger. Clean-shaven, he sported a thick head of dark hair with enough length to lend a rakish quality and a hint of salt at the temples to give him a distinguished appearance.
She returned his smile, quickly stowed her TPC instructions back into her clutch, and clasped his offered hands.
He flashed a dentist’s dream of a grin, and she couldn’t help but be impressed. The man was very handsome in a charming way. The only problem was she had no idea what name to call him. She decided to play along. “And you’re as complimentary as always, sir.”
He paused, chuckled, and pulled her into a warm embrace. “Now, Dana, I thought I told you to call me James.” He gave her a quick kiss and held her hand as he guided her down the pier.
“Yes, sir…James,” she said with amusement, not quite matching his longer-limbed stride.
With a sideways glance, he added, “And I was merely speaking the truth.” He pulled her to a stop at the bottom of a gangplank to a small but impressive yacht. His hands cupped her upper arms, slid down in a slow caress that caused her flesh to tingle, her pulse to quicken. “You are gorgeous.”
For a brief moment, he seemed to break from their roles, his expression serious, his words solemn.
She held his hazel-eyed gaze and replied, “Thank you.”
He blinked, and the spell was broken.
“Uh, I was afraid I might’ve overdressed for the occasion,” she admitted nervously when he surprised her by dropping to one knee.
“Not at all,” came his gallant response. His grin was pure devil, though, as he looked up at her and reached out to stroke her calf, the back of one knee, a little thigh at the edge of her hemline. “Although, as much as I love seeing you in high heels, the decks are teak, so…” He slipped off the stiletto on her left foot first and then the other. When he rose to his feet once more, he’d gained an additional three-inch advantage over her five-foot-four-inch frame.
Her shoes dangling from one hand, he curled a finger under her chin and dipped his head down to press another chaste kiss on her lips, which erased the pout that had started to form. He took her by the hand and escorted her onto the yacht.
“Now, I want you to promise me something.”
“Promise?”
“Although you’ve only been with my firm a few weeks, and you’ve become a true asset around the office, we are not at work. I’m not your boss tonight. You aren’t my employee. Understood?”
With relief, she nodded, at last recognizing the fantasy her Pleasure Masters must’ve chosen to fulfill. Meeting on the pier was a creative detour from her more mundane idea of an office affair, but she liked the spontaneity. And she had mentioned other fantasies with an ocean or beach setting, so it would’ve been an easy assumption to include a little of that in this night’s entertainments.
“Excellent. Now let me show you around.” He guided her onto the yacht and gave her a tour. Below deck, there was a dual-purpose kitchen and living area with a built-in, state-of-the-art entertainment system, a spacious master suite with small bathroom, and even a second sleeping area behind a curtain in the bow of the vessel. Above deck were the controls and several padded seats and benches, perfect for parties or lounging in the sunshine.
“You have a beautiful yacht.” It wasn’t the largest in the marina, not even close, but it was quite impressive nonetheless with its polished-to-a-shine hardwood trimmings and luxurious decor.
“Benefits of a successful business and years of hard work, my dear.”
He handed her a flute of champagne as she took a seat on one of the padded benches and laid her clutch aside. He retrieved a picnic basket from below and, to her surprise, revealed a delicious gourmet meal. She reveled in the unique mix of wealthy prestige and casual informality as they shared a very pleasant dinner of lobster tails, steamed vegetables, and a strawberry cheesecake that could make any woman orgasm.
As the meal progressed, James became adorably playful. Dipping his fingertip into the sweet strawberry sauce, he raised it to her lips.
“Mmm,” she said on a sigh as she suckled the desert from his finger. “Your chef deserves a raise. I swear this is the best meal I’ve had in ages.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” His bright grin was sincere. “Ready for a little adventure?”
She took a sip of her champagne then nodded with a smile as he refilled her glass and reseated the bottle in a nearby bucket of ice.
“I’ll be right back.” He cleared the dishes with efficient speed and carried away the picnic basket. After a few seconds, she heard him holler to someone on the dock. The lines were released, and he returned to the captain’s chair where he was all business while navigating away from the dock and through the traffic of the harbor.
Dana enjoyed the cool evening breeze that lightly swept through her hair while she watched James steer the yacht out onto the open water. She wondered idly whether that was his real name, not that it mattered. It suited him-simple, yet sophisticated.
He carried himself well, competent but not arrogant. He had a nice, tight ass and hard biceps, and although he was dressed like a powerful executive with enough riches to have a private yacht, he moved with the strength of a blue-collar worker familiar with hard labor. There was no captain other than himself to maneuver the vessel, no staff to cater to his every whim, and yet the visual of his self-sufficiency made her smile.
She almost wished they were not play-acting, that she really was his secretary or assistant or some employee blessed to work with him on a daily basis.
He turned a smile toward her and held out his hand. She kept her glass in one hand and rose to stand beside him. He pulled her into a one-arm embrace, her back to his front, as he continued to steer the yacht farther out to sea.
Glancing back, she could easily make out the city’s skyline along the shore, so they weren’t too far out. Far enough though to leave behind the constant hustle and bustle, the chaotic sounds of city life. Being out on the water enabled her to see for miles, and she noted the other ships of all types-barges to cruise liners, speedboats to sailboats-their numbers fewer than before, and the distance greater so that she could almost envision them being all alone in the world, set adrift on the open ocean.
“Look,” he whispered, the word a soft puff of warm air against her cheek.
She turned in the direction he pointed and saw a spectacular sunset reflected over the watery horizon. Her breath caught.
“Oh, it’s beautiful.”
He kissed her shoulder, the side of her neck, and nipped her earlobe. “Not as beautiful as you.”
She was no fashion model, but it was nice to hear someone, especially a handsome man with warm, strong arms, say so. She did take some pride in her appearance, in staying fit and taking care of herself. Monthly spa trips were her own private pamper sessions she refused to skip. But she was also comfortable sans makeup, in torn T-shirt and paint-stained cutoffs, seated on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and an old movie on the TV.
This little Pleasure Night, although elegant, was turning out to be milder than her usual fantasies, but she couldn’t say she was disappointed, and she gave James full credit for the contented joy she felt at this moment.
She turned in his arms, rose up on tiptoe to drape her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
A quick nudge of his arm on a control lever and the boat’s engine rumbled to a stop. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her body firmly against his.
The waves were gentle tonight, offering a pleasant rock and roll while they let the kiss linger, evolve into heated passion.
He tasted delicious, his talented tongue a treat to her psyche. She clutched him closer. So caught up in the kiss, she relaxed her grip on the flute, and it crashed to the deck behind him. At the sound, she startled. “Oh, damn. I’m sorry.”
He swept her into his arms. “Careful. You’re barefoot.”
A mild heat stained her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. It just slip-”
He cut her off with another kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, and she moaned with pleasure, hugging him closer. “Don’t worry about it,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her again.
Glass crunched beneath his step as he headed for the master suite below deck. Setting her down in a safer area, he cupped her face between his hands and nipped her bottom lip.
Pulling away, he smiled and said, “Give me a sec. Don’t move.”
While she stood still, he crossed the small space. He lowered the lighting of the room to a soft amber glow and then went to a small stereo system in the wall and turned it on. The gentle, sultry melodies of an instrumental love song added a nice accompaniment to the faint splash of waves against the hull outside.
When he returned, he wore a grin. “Now, where were we?”
She grinned up at him, draped her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. “Right…about…here.”
His lips pressed against hers, his tongue sought entry, and she opened her mouth for his exploration. Slowly, he slid his hands downward, over her shoulders, skimming her arms, encircling her body…
The kiss deepened while he mapped her curves with caresses that left her tingly with longing. She pulled away to regain her breath, and he took full advantage with sprinkled kisses along her jaw line, her neck, at the base where her pulse raged beneath hypersensitive skin.
He reached between them to squeeze and mold, touch and knead her breast, and she moaned softly, encouragingly, as he glided his other palm over her ass.
James froze.
Dana was eager for more. She raked her manicured nails gently down his back and up again. “Come on, James. Don’t stop now.” She tried to kiss him again, tugging on his head to lower his mouth toward hers, but he stiffened.
“That’s right, James. Don’t disappoint the lady on our account.”
Dana startled at the deep base sound of another man’s voice. She and James separated, their warm passion doused by cold, hard reality. Whipping her head around to look, she was shocked to discover not one but two masked men blocking the doorway, the only exit from the yacht’s master suite.
And then one man cocked his pistol, the mechanism making a soft, now all-too-familiar
She didn’t dare move, though her urge to flee was astronomical. Her heart leaped into her throat, lodged there, a scream
Or was she?
Was this part of The Pleasure Club’s plan? Her mind failed her as thoughts scattered…swirled. She couldn’t recall on her list of fantasies any scenario that included being on the wrong end of pistols. She was pretty sure she’d leaned more toward the mundane dangers of secret liaisons, maybe a bit of kink, or a little historical fancy of the swashbuckling variety, but armed men in masks?
“Nice touch with the lighting, by the way,” the more vocal of the two gunmen continued. “But the music could be a little more…raunchy, don’t you think?” The man eased over to the stereo and flipped it off. The immediate silence was deafening. “Come on, James. Don’t stop on our account.” The gunman’s gaze raked over her, and her reaction-one of forbidden interest-unnerved her.
James eased her behind him, a gallant gesture she appreciated but didn’t believe effective. For him to take a bullet instead of her wouldn’t leave her with any brighter future. Worse, most likely.
With the exception of the bandanas covering their heads, the armed pair was dressed in black like some kind of military commando unit on a covert mission. Both men were tall and muscular, one more so than the other, yet physically they fit the look she would’ve expected for soldiers of fortune or mercenaries. She didn’t doubt for a second they were strong enough to take her and James down even without the firepower.
Her gaze collided with the big fellow in the burgundy bandana. His deep green eyes stared back at her, and she trembled. She’d been primed with arousal, which now conflicted with a strong dose of adrenaline.
She should be terrified. They had guns for goodness sake! But that look was…something. It had an odd, unfathomable effect on her psyche.
The man’s lips twitched into a slight smile, which vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. She blinked and wondered whether she’d seen it or if her mind had played a trick on her.
Regardless, she looked away first, her gaze down, her confusion high.
“Afraid you can’t get it up?” the big man challenged.
“Enough! What do you want?” her protector asked with impressive bravado, for an unarmed man.
“Eventually,” the leaner one in the navy bandana began, “we’ll take that shiny ruby off your hand, any jewels the lady has on her, and the contents of your safe. But for starters-”
“Impossible,” James interrupted, making Dana wince. “I don’t have a safe. I don’t know who you think you are-”
“We’re pirates.” The gunman in the burgundy bandana raised his pistol a fraction higher to make his point. “You know, the kind with big guns and no remorse. Now, don’t be stupid. You do
She had written about an interest in a pirate fantasy, but she’d been thinking of Johnny Depp at the time. Swords and curses and buried treasure. Sandy beaches and rum…not guns.
Her tummy flipped in excited turmoil over whether the events before her were real or a fantasy turned reality. She had her safe word.
And if it were real, hollering
Dana watched the two gunmen closely. Mr. Deep Voice held his firearm steady, the barrel aimed dead-center of James’ chest. The weapon looked very natural,
“Right,” the other one was saying, his gun also raised and aimed their way. “And if you behave, you might enjoy this.”
Her eyes widened when the speaker looked at her and smiled. The man’s blue-eyed gaze slid down her body. She lost all ability to breathe. She clutched at James’ shirt as backup support for her suddenly unsteady legs.
“Look,” James said, reaching for his back pocket. “You can take the money in my wallet and my ring. Just don’t hurt anyone.”
“Save your negotiations,” Mr. Navy Bandana said. “We’ll get to the business of your money and jewels later…including the safe, so don’t play us for fools by denying its existence. We know everything there is to know about you, James. First, like my friend said earlier, you should never disappoint a lady by keeping her waiting.”
“I’m not going to fuck my secretary while you two perverts-”
“Be careful, James,” the man with the deep voice warned in a deadly serious tone.
“James?” Dana took his hand.
He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder.
“Please,” she whispered, “don’t make them angry.” She was ninety percent sure that this was part of her fantasy, since James had stayed within his role as her employer, but that ten percent of uncertainty was enough for her to side with caution.
The chance of real danger also added a unique thrill she hadn’t expected. She didn’t know whether to consider herself crazy or what, but logical or not, the two bad boys in black turned her on.
One of the gunmen chuckled, although she didn’t look away from James to see who it was.
Mr. Navy Bandana said, “Listen to her, James. You can’t win if you fight. You won’t like what happens if you piss us off, but if you play nice, you’ll make her happy.”
“And save her life,” the other one added, his deeper voice and the words he spoke making her shudder.
James pulled Dana into an embrace. “I’m so sorry.”
She looked up into his eyes and tried for a smile. “It’s okay.”
“Undress her.” Dana closed her eyes at the sound of that deep bass. “Slowly.”
“You son of a bitch,” James hissed under his breath, but the gunmen had moved close enough to hear.
The one in the navy bandana poked James in the back. “Don’t be a hypocrite, lover boy. You want to see her body as much as we do. Now, do as you’re told.”
Dana clutched James’ shirt, staring up into his angry eyes. If this wasn’t real, the man was a damn fine actor. “It’s okay,” she murmured again, and this time she realized she meant it. The guns, the other men, the orders to comply-they all combined to remove all responsibility from her for what was about to happen. She felt strangely liberated. It was almost cathartic. And the idea of being caught
James’ gaze softened to something tender and passionate.
He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb caressing away the quiver of her bottom lip. He bent down and gave her a chaste kiss. Then the soft purr of her zipper sounded as James slid the tab down her back.
Her pulse began to race.
“Slowly,” Mr. Deep Voice repeated.
Dana held her breath as James slipped his thumbs under the spaghetti straps of her gown and tugged them off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so the instant the material dropped away, cool air beaded her nipples. Her fingers ached from their death grip on James’ shirt, which was now hopelessly wrinkled.
James touched her wrists, saying, “Let go, my dear,” and she realized she’d not only closed her eyes again, but that her dress hung from her elbows while she clung to him.
Blinking up at him, she forced her fingers to open, letting go and dropping her arms. The dress fell to the floor, a puddle of silky satin around her feet.
James settled his hands on her hips where the final lacy scrap of material remained to keep her modesty intact.
Before he could remove her panties, though, she focused on the buttons of his shirt. She was determined not to be the only one sans clothes. One by one she undid them and then tugged the tails from his slacks. James had a nice body, soft skin over hard muscle-a fine line of hair teased her gaze, leading from his navel down to disappear beneath his pants. Fascinated, distracted for the moment, she reached out to trace the trail with a fingertip and heard him hiss.
His shirt joined her dress on the floor. She reached for his pants, but then heard the door to their room shut and the lock engage. It was enough to make her look around to find the gunmen. They were on the move, circling around for a better view, one to either side.
She and James stood close together at the foot of his bed.
As the gunmen took up positions behind her on either side of that bed, she lost sight of them and returned her gaze to James who, she discovered, was staring down at her. Mixed emotions of concern and desire were evident in his hazel eyes.
She rose up on tiptoe and initiated a kiss that he quickly deepened into something much more hot and urgent.
It was almost enough to make her forget about the armed voyeurs in the room, until that deep bass voice returned.
“Stop stalling, James. I said undress her. That means everything.”
Her breath hitched when the kiss stopped and James obeyed the command by slowly easing her panties down her thighs.
The one in the navy bandana seemed content to watch while the other gunmen continued to give the orders. “Nice ass. Go ahead and touch her. Pull her against your body.”
James did as he was told. His palms cradled her butt, held her close enough that she had no doubt about his arousal. Despite their lack of solitude, or maybe because of it, James was as turned on as she was.
“Bet that sexy body of hers feels good enough to make a man hard as granite, huh?”
James hugged her tighter and didn’t answer. The other gunman snickered though.
Mr. Deep Voice continued to give commands, his tone quiet, almost sultry. “Turn her around for us, James. Very good. Now, gently knead those breasts.”
When James’ hands closed around her breasts, she leaned back against him and closed her eyes, unable to look at the two men watching him fondle her. But doing so did not prevent the effects their presence had on her body. Her nipples tightened. Her pussy creamed, and she began to pant softly with unrequited need.
Without prompting, James pressed soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, brushed her hair out of his way, and caught her earlobe between his teeth.
She gave him a soft sigh of approval and tilted her head while he suckled it. When had her ears become such an erogenous zone?
“Spread her legs.” The gunman’s voice now was almost a whisper-the sexiest fucking murmur she’d ever heard.
She didn’t wait for James to force her legs apart. She spread her stance willingly and kept her eyes closed, reveling in the sensations of James’ touch and the others’ gazes.
“Touch her. Tell us how wet she is.”
James slid one hand from her breasts, down across her nervous tummy, and gently through the trimmed curls of her pubic hair. When he ran a fingertip across her clit and between her labia, she moaned and tilted her hips toward his touch.
“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?
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.”
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,
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.
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.
The men laughed with obvious excitement. If not for the bright moonlight, she would’ve had a hard time seeing them.
“Fuck, that was fun!” the leaner man said with a broad grin.
“The night’s not over yet, Lance,” the other said, his gaze dropping to where she lay in the floor of the boat. His remark drew his partner’s attention.
She glanced from one to the other and shook her head, curling her body up into a fetal position.
The pirates smirked. Uncertain of their plans for her, although not naïve to what it might entail, she pleaded with her eyes. For what exactly, she had no clue. When they stared back at her-
The one called Lance looked up at the moon then back at her and, with a rakish smile, said, “Too true, Jared. The night is young.”
A short distance away, they pulled to a stop next to another larger vessel, similar in size to James’ yacht though not quite as lavish. A few efficient minutes later they had the inflatable tied off, emptied, and her below deck in a bedroom suite that surprised her. It was a clean, comfortable space with a masculine charm. Jared held her in his arms while Lance playfully pulled out stack after stack of cash and, laughing, tossed the bills across the bed.
“Can you believe all of this?” he said.
“It was a nice haul tonight,” Jared admitted, dropping her atop their other spoils on the bed with a bounce. He eyed her. “A real treasure.”
Dana came up fighting, though she didn’t have a prayer of a chance at winning, especially with her wrists still bound with nylon cord. One awkward swipe and muffled scream, and the two men had her pinned rather fast.
“Now, Dana,” Jared said while he straddled her waist and held her wrists over her head. Lance pinned her ankles down. “If you’re in the mood for rough play, we can oblige you.” Jared’s use of her name caught her off guard, and she ceased her struggles, blinking up at his smiling face. “But I was rather hoping you’d be in the mood to celebrate with us.” He removed his mask for the first time, tossing it aside.
His emerald eyes crinkled at the edges with amusement. “After all, we wouldn’t have even known he stored his riches on that boat if we hadn’t had your cute little ass on the inside to unearth all of his secrets.”
She paused, let his words sink in, and chuckled at the man’s creativity-for having wrapped up the fantasy’s scenario so well. She tried to speak despite the gag.
He tugged the bandana out of her mouth but kept his hold on her wrists. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
She glanced from him to his-their-cohort in crime and grinned. “What are you two waiting on? Let’s celebrate, gentlemen.”
Both men laughed, let go of her, and began to unfasten the buttons on their shirts. Lance stripped off his mask, too, while Jared released her wrists, removing the cords as well. She then reached for the snap and zipper of Jared’s pants. With her help, it didn’t take them long to strip, and she discovered a brazenness in her own spirit she hadn’t known existed.
The instant Jared, now as naked as she, crawled back onto their bed of money, she reached for something much more intriguing to her libido.
He hissed and stilled. “Careful, sweetheart.”
“Always am,” she vowed, bending over to lick the tip of his cock, pumping the length with her hand.
He stabbed his fingers into her hair and pulled her head closer. “Do it,” he said, a deep command that was impossible to resist.
She opened wide and sucked hard, inch by delicious inch, until he reached the back of her throat.
“Mmm.”
“Yeah, suck me, Dana.”
The bed jostled. A second set of hands slid up her calves, her thighs, and cupped her ass.
Jared withdrew a fraction and pushed in deeper, setting up a rhythm she could easily follow. She kept a firm grip at the base of his cock, flexing, pumping, driving him crazy, while she suckled his glans and teased him to distraction.
But gentle fingers between her legs began to distract her, too. Lance ran a couple up and down her labia, flicking and rubbing her clit, and then he licked her, which sent a jolt through her that made her yelp around Jared’s cock.
They didn’t stop. If anything, the sounds she made spurred them on. Jared’s thrusts became more demanding. Lance latched onto her clit and pressed a finger, perhaps two, into her pussy.
The sensations were incredible. Not one man’s touch, but two. Not one cock, but two.
She’d had to let go of Jared’s cock to brace herself on all fours when Lance kneeled up behind her, pumping his fingers in and out in rapid succession. A split second before she reached her peak, he pulled out, vanished.
She whined in protest, although that was squelched by Jared’s persistent cock, and he now fully controlled the depth and pace with which he fucked her mouth.
A quick rip of paper sounded as Lance donned a condom, from where she didn’t know and didn’t care. The only thing that mattered at that moment was he was back.
He plowed into her.
Her cry vibrated around Jared who moaned, cursed, and bucked harder. “That’s it, Dana,” he said, his breathing as unsteady as hers. “Take it. Swallow me, baby.”
She splayed her hand on his thigh, her mouth agape, ready for his assault. He didn’t disappoint.
“Fuck! You feel so good.” Lance rode her hard, his thrusts deep and vigorous. Again he collided with her, shoving her forward to meet Jared’s volley.
“I can’t… I’m gonna… Ahh, yeaahh.” Spurt after spurt of cum burst into her mouth, which she swallowed greedily. Jared’s excitement ignited a firestorm inside her. The orgasmic flames crashed over her in waves until her whole body trembled.
Lance rocked into her several more times, driving her higher than she ever thought possible. And then he did something that shot her to a whole other level. He slipped a moistened finger into her ass.
The double penetration sent her smashing into a new climax that left her spent.
As soon as Jared pulled out of her mouth, moving backwards off the bed, she toppled forward with Lance following behind, his condom-clad cock still buried…pulsing inside her pussy.
He took most of his weight on his elbows while he struggled to regain his breath.
“Oh. My. God,” she said on a huff of air. Her heart was still racing, and tingly currents of post-coital bliss zipped through her extremities. “That was…amazing.”
“You can say that again.” Lance pulled out, rolled off her to the sound of crinkling paper money.
Happy, she balled the bills beneath her hand into a fist, rolled over, and sent the cash flying into the air to rain down upon the two of them. Laughing, she lay sprawled at an angle across the king-sized bed.
The bed dipped when Jared returned to stretch out along her side. Lethargically, she opened one eye to see him, his head propped in one hand, looking down at her with a sly smile. “How do you feel?”
“Great. You?”
He grinned. “Energized.” He reached out to cradle one of her breasts in his palm, gently fondle it with his hand, and softly circle her erect nipple with a fingertip.
She returned his smile with a sated one of her own then reached up and brushed her fingers along his chiseled jaw. Lance raised up on her other side and laid a warm palm across her tummy. She glanced from one man to the other and murmured, “My gentlemen pirates.”
“At your service, my lady,” Jared teased.
She chuckled, cupped the back of his head and, with a whispered, “I like the sound of that,” pulled him down for a long ardent kiss.
While she kissed Jared, Lance snaked his fingers down between her legs and vowed, “All night long.”
In swim trunks and no shirt, Jared propped his bare feet up on the rail as he sat on his friend’s yacht anchored within sight of his boat. Just before dawn, he’d docked in the last slot at the end of the harbor’s outmost pier. Now, several hours later, he kept his binoculars raised to observe the goings on. A taxi had just pulled to a stop when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned to see James offer him a cold beer, his ruby ring once more on the man’s right ring finger.
“Thanks,” Jared said, taking a swig and enjoying the cold refreshment along with the warmth of a beautiful sunny day.
“She make an appearance?” James asked.
“Not yet, but a cab just arrived.”
“You boys wore her out. It’s past noon.” James chuckled, and Jared grinned. He had enjoyed the pleasures of Dana’s body well into the night, and he discovered he was fond of her quick wit and brazen playfulness as much as he was her soft curves and sweet kisses.
“We had some help getting her warmed up,” Lance admitted when he stepped up to take a seat beside Jared. The plate in his hand, which was piled high with food, made it obvious where he’d been.
“It was my pleasure, I assure you.” A widower with no interest in remarrying, James had just joined TPC after learning of its existence from Jared. Last night was his first time participating in a Pleasure Night. He was a talented entrepreneur who’d made a fortune first as a gourmet chef, and later as the owner of several premier restaurants along the coast. He took a drink from his own bottle and looked out across the water toward the harbor. “She’s a lovely woman.”
“Yeah,” Jared agreed.
Lance dropped a brotherly pat on his shoulder. “No telling, my friend.” He met Jared’s gaze for a shared moment and then dug into his meal. The message was clear. It was one thing for Pleasure Masters to know each other if they worked in tandem within the club, but Pleasure Masters did not seek contact with regular TPC members outside of club.
Jared sighed and raised the binoculars once more. They both knew many club members used pseudonyms during their Pleasure Nights. There was no telling who did or who didn’t, so anonymity was ensured. For many, fake identities added to the fantasy of becoming someone else, living another life, if only for one brief moment in time.
Not for Jared. He preferred the woman he was with, whoever that might be, to cry out his real name whenever he took her.
Dana moved into view, and he stopped breathing. She was even prettier in the sunlight. “She’s up,” he told the others.
“Did she find the bandanas?” Lance wanted to know.
“They’re in her hand.” He smiled, watching her pause to glance around, her other hand held across her brow to shield her eyes.
Was she looking for them? For him?
He wanted to think so as he watched her carefully disembark.
When Dana awoke, she lay tucked in the bed on the pirates’ boat, but the men were nowhere to be found. Neither was the money. Sunlight streamed into the room via a few round portals. Through them she could see parts of the dock she’d left from the night before with James. Yawning, she sat up and saw her dress draped across the foot of the bed. Her shoes lay on the floor nearby, and on the nightstand next to her clutch-when had they retrieved that?-were two bandanas folded in a neat pile. On top sat a small business card with the words
She looked around again. Her lace panties were missing, too, a fact that made her chuckle until she noticed the time.
Shocked, Dana used her cell to call a cab and quickly dressed, taking a few minutes in the bathroom first to make herself more presentable. She snatched up the card and the bandanas on her way out.
Topside, she squinted in the bright light of the new day as she carefully made her way off the boat and down the pier. Still, her pirates were nowhere in sight. Slightly disappointed and ignoring the second glances she drew from those who spotted her in her evening attire, she slipped into the back of her waiting taxi, the bandanas clenched in her hand.
The driver peered at her in the rearview mirror. “Where to?”
She heard the question but was more focused on the card in her hand. She’d flipped the card over and spotted a handwritten message, which read:
In a different handwriting, a postscript was added.
“Ma’am?”
With a smile splitting her face, she looked up and answered, “Home, please.” After giving the cab driver her address, she sat back and held the bandanas to her lips, her gaze on the card in her lap.
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