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

breasts, she moaned softly, but when he moved it back and forth against her pussy, she let out a plaintive cry.

“Close your legs and don’t let it drop.”

His murmured instruction took her by surprise, but she shuffled her feet together. A moment later, the back of the brush rested on her backside.

“Three on each cheek, but if you let the sponge fall, you’ll get three more. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered breathlessly, the butterflies in her stomach exploding to life.

The hard, flat wood tapped, then landed with a fierce sting. Though she yelped loudly, she was able to stop herself from wriggling,

“Here comes the second,” he warned, swatting the same spot.

Letting out a squeal, she wanted to kick out, but she knew if she did she’d lose the sponge.

“One more.”

The brush touched her sit spot… then smacked down with a fiery kiss.

Hissing through her teeth, she couldn’t help but squirm from the searing pain, and barely managed to keep her legs together.

“Now the other side, and this time stay completely still.”

“Yes, Sir,” she panted, though she wasn’t sure she’d be able to.

The brush slid over her wet skin, then slapped down three times in quick succession, the last smack hitting the sensitive area at the top of her thighs. As she closed her fingers into fists and let out a yowl, he quickly dropped the brush, removed the sponge from between her legs, and pulled her into his arms.

“If I ever threaten to punish you with the bath brush you know what to expect,” he murmured, “but you’ll get more than six swats.”

Sinking against his hard, muscled body, she let out a heavy breath, moaning softly as his hand caressed away the hot sting.

“I have to clean you,” he whispered, sliding the sponge into the cleft between her cheeks.

Though her face flamed, and she buried her head in his shoulder, erotic excitement pulsed through her body.

“There, now my wench is ready for me.”

“Ooh, you called me a wench.”

“You know you’re my wench,” he growled, turning her around and clutching her hips, “and I’m going to give my wench what she needs.”

His rock-hard member was suddenly plunging inside her pussy, thrusting with quick, strong strokes. The hot water stung her spanked skin, and his thighs slapped against her hot, prickling sit spots, but the stimulating torment fed her growing arousal. Arching her back and crying out his name, she caught her breath as he abruptly withdrew and prodded her back hole.

“Submit to me, wench. Give yourself up.”

“Yes, Captain, take me,” she panted. “Take all of me.”

* * *

Elizabeth’s bleating plea sent fresh energy to his loins. Gazing down at his cock ready to enter her punished behind, he thrust into her tight, dark passage.

“Rub yourself,” he grunted, quickening his pace and soaking in the intense sensations.

As her hand dropped from the tile wall and massaged her clit, her whimpers and moans quickly became gasps and cries. He gradually accelerated, his eyes fixated on his rod snaking in and out of her dusky portal.

“I’m almost there,” she suddenly wailed, unexpectedly bucking back at him. “Please, Sir…?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

His fingers digging into her skin, he urgently pumped himself into his climax, surrendering to wave after scintillating wave as they rippled through his body…

* * *

Barely having the energy to dry off, they padded from the bathroom and collapsed into bed. Snuggling against him, Elizabeth let out an exhausted sigh, but she couldn’t rest.

“Scott…?”

“I know that tone. Something’s on your mind. Tell me.”

“Uh… it’s what you didn’t say.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When we made love and you weren’t wearing a condom, you were about to say something and changed your mind. At least, I think that’s what happened. Am I wrong?”

“No, you’re not wrong.”

“So…?” She heard him take a breath.

“I’d been waiting—saving that experience—skin against skin…” he continued hesitantly, “for you…”

Hearing the unspoken—the woman I fell in love with—a rush of emotion sent heat to the back of her throat.

“I love you too, with everything in me,” she managed, breathing the words. Their lips met. The lingering, loving kiss sealing their bond. Finally breaking apart, she whispered, “I have a secret too.”

Though he didn’t speak, his eyes narrowed.

“Scott, I’m not on birth control, I’ve had no reason to be. I almost asked you to be careful… you know… pull out.”

“But…?”

“But I realized if I did get pregnant I’d be thrilled. The thing is, I’ve never felt that way about anyone—and I do mean anyone,” she added pointedly, then taking a breath, she nervously murmured, “If I was, would that be a bad thing?”

His lips parted, as if he was about to speak, then curled into a smile.

“I’m a planner,” he began, speaking softly, “but a miracle like that could never be a bad thing, not in a million years, and I’m never wearing a condom again, so…”

“So I’ll take care of the birth control thing.”

“Until then, I have no problem rolling that dice.”

“Neither do I,” she said, a wave of joy rippling through her soul.

“Now it’s time to go to sleep, wench.”

Sliding into the crook of his shoulder, she whispered,

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

Epilogue

One week later

Danny had called Roxy and told her he’d be stopping by the salon in a couple of days, but waking up the following morning, he realized he wanted to see her more than he wanted to veg out on his own. Two hours later he helped her off her launch at the marina on St. Thomas, and took her back to his room at Gallows Bay.

But as much as he wanted to whisk her to bed, he needed her to know the unique life he led. Sitting her down, he gave her a brief account of his background.

“I know we’ve just met, but we have a connection, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, Roxy, life isn’t a dress rehearsal. Every day matters. I told you about Conchello and what I’ve been doing because I’ll be staying in law enforcement. My job isn’t nine to five, and if—”

“You