Her Very Strict Captain by Carpenter, Maggie (13 ebook reader .txt) 📕

murmured, moving closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Irony is everywhere. With all the charters that can be found down here, I ended up with you, and look at us now. Lo and behold, I’m DEA undercover, and you’re with… what was it you said?”

He grinned. “I was in the Navy.”

“You’re no fun,” she retorted, punching his chest.

“Be careful, little girl.”

“I’m no little girl.”

“The hell you’re not. What do you weigh?”

“Never mind that. You said you were going to offer me a mental break.”

“Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach.”

“Wow, that was romantic,” she quipped as he moved away and lowered the shades.

“Just do it.”

* * *

Peeling off her clothes as Scott disappeared into the bathroom, Elizabeth climbed on the bed and sank into the comfortable mattress. Closing her eyes, she thought about his theory. As ironic as it was, it made sense.

“Now that’s a lovely sight,” he declared, interrupting her pondering as he straddled her back.

“I was just thinking about Conchello.”

“As of this moment, no conversation about anything related to him, and you’ll do as you’re told. If you don’t,” he continued, sliding a sleep mask over her head, “I’ll spank you—hard—is that clear?”

“Yes, Captain,” she murmured breathlessly, a thrill rippling through her body.

An aromatic liquid spilled across her shoulders.

Lavender and vanilla.

As she inhaled the calming fragrance and let out a long, grateful sigh, he began kneading her tense muscles. His strong fingers massaged the knots in one area, then moved to another, slowly working their way down her back, sending her into a deep, tranquil state.

But reaching her backside, he lightly pinched her flesh with one hand, slipping the other between her legs and pushing a finger into her wet channel. Briefly shoving it in and out, he began to rub her clit. As she squirmed beneath him and tried to lift her hips, she was met with a hot swat, and he moved his hand away from her pussy to rub her thighs.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered, his lips unexpectedly at her ear.

“It’s heaven, but I need… ooh… I need…”

“Say it,” he growled. “You need…?”

“I need you inside me, I need you kissing me and holding me.”

“What else?”

“Your hand on my tits, your mouth on my nipples.”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure you do, but you won’t feel any of those things,” he murmured, “until you learn how to please me. You do want to please me, don’t you, Elizabeth?”

“I do, more than anything.”

“Stay completely still and surrender to me.”

“I am surrendering to you.”

A hard smack blasted each cheek. “Wrong answer. Stay completely still and surrender to me.”

“Yes, Captain,” she panted, her heart racing.

As the slick oil spilled over her bottom and drooled into her crack, she suddenly realized what was about to happen…

Chapter 11

While Scott admired Elizabeth’s strong-mindedness, courage, and fortitude, those same qualities could land her in trouble. The unpredictable days ahead would be perilous. If he was to keep her safe, she needed to be under his strict control. Sheathing his stiffened cock, he stretched out beside her and moved his hand over her upturned backside. “There can be no question I’m in charge,” he declared sternly, delivering several quick, hard slaps.

“Ow, I already know that.”

“Excuse me?”

She paused. “Yes, Captain.”

“Let’s find out if those are just words,” he muttered, sliding his fingers into her crack. “Am I in charge?” he demanded, tickling her rosebud with his thumb, then pressing it forward. “Will you do as you’re told?”

Gasping, she buried her face in the pillows.

“Yes or no, Elizabeth?”

“Yes, Captain, I will, I promise.”

“Take a deep breath and give in. You need to trust me.”

“I do,” she whimpered. “I trust you with my life.”

“Then show me. Do as I say.”

He rolled her on her side, and as she sucked in the air and slowly exhaled, he placed his cock against her forbidden opening. She let out a strange mewling sound, but clutching her breasts with one hand, he slid the other down to her pussy, and prodding his way inside the tight, dark portal, he rubbed her clit as he began to gently thrust.

He felt her sink into the moment.

Her sublime surrender, and the seraphic feel of her lewd channel, sent fresh energy pulsing through his loins. Listening to her moans and savoring the lascivious sex, he stroked with greater gusto, but as she unexpectedly squirmed and begged for faster, harder thrusts, he suddenly felt the onset of his climax. Slowing his fervent pumping, he continued to massage her clit and knead her fleshy mounds.

“Your body is mine now,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her ear. “Can you feel it?”

“I can,” she panted, writhing as he tried to hold her still. “I’m yours to use however you want.”

“You’ll obey me without question,” he continued, aggressively agitating her clit. “Isn’t that right, Elizabeth?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“To please you,” she gasped.

“And to serve me,” he added, sharply pinching her nipples.

“Yes, Sir, and to serve you. Please, may I come?”

“Not yet,” he replied softly, lifting his finger from her clit and cupping her pussy. “Don’t move.”

“Ooh, but I need to,” she bleated, placing her hand over his and urging it to continue.

“You just promised to obey me,” he scolded, roughly tweaking a nipple, evoking a loud squeal. “Do I need to stop what we’re doing and redden your ass?”

“No, please, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t move.”

Staying buried inside her and holding her tightly, he let the quiet seconds tick by, then began to pump with slow, measured strokes.

“You can come at will, but when you feel you’re about to explode, tell me.”

“Ooh, thank you, Captain.”

Returning his finger to her pussy and rubbing her swollen clit, he clutched her breasts, ready to accelerate when she was on the brink. Closing his eyes, he marveled at their hot chemistry.

Their connection was unique.

She wanted and needed his strength and authority.

He adored her spunky spirit and her soft, feminine surrender.

“Now, Sir? Please? Now?”

Her desperate plea breaking into his thoughts, he quickened his pace.

“Give it to me,” he growled.