Her Very Strict Captain

by Carpenter, Maggie

  “Yes, Captain, yes, yes,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Please, no more.”

  He paused, grunted, then grasped her scalded skin.

  “When we’re at sea, you will be quiet on deck. You will keep your words to yourself.”

  “At s-sea?” she stammered “You’re t-taking me t-to s-sea?”

  “We sail at first light. You will keep your words to yourself,” he repeated. “Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Captain,” she mewled, shocked and terrified.

  She’d heard stories of girls being swooped off the docks by sailors from passing ships, but this man was no ordinary sailor. He claimed to be a captain. Did captains do such things?

  “Spread your legs.”

  Though her face burned with a hot fresh flush, she reluctantly did as he demanded.

  “Your body betrays you,” he growled, sliding his finger into her womanhood. “You’re wet and open. Soon you will be begging for my cock.”

  Cringing as he began rubbing her clit, the familiar need rose up through her body. She’d felt it before and knew what it was, but she’d never experienced the mysterious, thrilling moment her friends would boast about.

  The strange, delicious sensation began to take hold.

  A moan escaped her lips.

  “That’s good,” he muttered, increasing the vigor of his lewd massage.

  Hating herself for responding, but loving the feelings firing through her sex, she couldn’t help but sink into his lap and spread herself wider.

  “Ah, yes, my little wench is learning about pleasure. Give into it. Do as I say. Give in.”

  His command strangely spurring her on, she gasped and wriggled, chasing his touch as her need grew urgent.

  “Ah, she is growing closer,” he breathed. “Now you are ready for my rod.”

  Swiftly moving her off his lap, he bent her over the bed and placed himself at her entrance.

  “Beg,” he growled. “How much does my little wench want me?”

  “Please, Captain, please put it inside me?” she pleaded, simultaneously horrified and desperate to feel him slide into her slick, empty passage.

  “Put it inside? I’ll do more than put it inside,” he exclaimed, abruptly plunging forward. “I’ll fuck you slow and hard and make you scream.”

  Never had a man said such depraved words, nor entered her so boldly, but as he thrust, her mind went blank.

  She wanted more.

  Needed more.

  Craved more.

  She bucked back, but grasping her hips, he held her still and continued the measured, powerful pumping.

  “Please, Captain, please go faster.”

  He answered with a hot slap. “You’re my little wench. I’ll fuck you as I please,” he grunted, landing another stinging blow. “When you are truly begging, then I will ram my rod inside you and you will cry with joy.”

  Bolting upright, her heart thundering in her chest, Elizabeth stared around the cabin. The dream had been so real, and her pussy craved attention. Pushing her hand into her shorts, she rubbed herself furiously, doing her best to stifle her cries as the powerful orgasmic waves shuddered through her body…

  * * *

  Finishing his call with Jack, Scott set the table for dinner, prepared the boat for departure, then moved down to Elizabeth’s cabin and tapped on the door. Receiving no response, he knocked a little louder.

  “Come in.”

  Stepping inside, he wasn’t surprised to find her stretched out on the bed.

  “Hi,” she mumbled, slowly sitting up. “Sorry, I drifted off.”

  Her face was flushed, and she looked half-asleep.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, fine, I just had a weird dream. What’s happening?”

  “You didn’t hear all that?” he asked, amazed she could have slept through the angry confrontation with Dan.

  “Uh, no, I didn’t hear anything. I was listening to my iPod and dozed off.”

  “Understandable.”

  “So, uh, what did I miss?”

  “That asshole detective came back.”

  “No!” she breathed, her eyes widening. “What did he want?”

  “When I picked up dinner I left something behind, and the waitress brought it over. He must have been listening at the door and thought I was talking to you. He burst in threatening to arrest you. When he saw Mandy he couldn’t leave fast enough.”

  “Holy crap, this is terrible!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in panic. “He’ll come back, I know he will. He’ll search every boat and hotel on this island a thousand times until he finds me.”

  “Take a breath. He can’t do that even if he wanted to, he doesn’t have the authority, but regardless, we can’t stay here.”

  “We’re leaving?”

  “As soon as my friend gets here to help me throw off the lines, which should be any minute.”

  “But I thought you wanted to know—”

  “I do, and you will tell me everything,” he said steadily, fixing her with a determined gaze.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she murmured gratefully, scooting to the end of the bed. “You have no idea what you’re doing for me.”

  “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not putting up with any of the crap you pulled the last time you were on this boat.”

  “Yeah, sure, of course.”

  “As soon as we’re underway we’ll sit down and eat, and you’ll tell me the story, all of it.”

  Chapter 4

  Watching through his binoculars from a secluded vantage point, Dan Miller scanned the area where Elizabeth was last seen. It had been early morning, and the storekeeper was sure the young woman he’d met was the girl in the photograph, but she’d been blonde.

  Dan had silently cursed.

  Elizabeth had tousled auburn hair.

  He hadn’t given blonde girls a second look.

  Though he had nothing concrete to suspect Scott Specter of hiding her, Victoria Sailing School was the company she’d hired six months before to scout out isolated islands. She was hot, and Scott was good looking, muscled, and self-assured. Dan could easily imagine the two of them hooking up, and it would be just like her to find him and ask for help. It was a vague lead, but it was the only one he had.

  Moving his binoculars from the shopping area back to the catamaran, he caught his breath. The owner of the Shady Shack was on the wharf untying the boat’s lines. Scott was getting ready to leave.

  He was the only person on deck, but the sunshades made it impossible to see inside, something Dan still found highly suspect, but as the yacht began to glide through the water, he broke into a smirk. Victoria Sailing School was written across the hull in big, bold blue letters.

  Hurrying back to his car, he jumped in and raced back to the marina to rent a speed boat.

  With the catamaran’s distinctive signage, it would be easy to spot, and if Elizabeth was on board she’d surface when she thought the coast was clear. He just needed to be in the vicinity. It was a long shot, but like the vague lead, it was the only shot he had.

  * * *

  Sailing out of the bay, Scott set the auto pilot and left the helm to join Elizabeth in the salon. She’d been waiting for him at the dining table, snacking on the chips and salsa Mandy had delivered. As she smiled up at him, her eyes carried a unique sparkle.

  “These shades can come up now,” he declared, moving around the room and raising the window coverings.

  “Where are we headed?”

  “There’s a small island about an hour away with only a handful of residents. I have a house there, but first things first,” he said firmly, sitting down and opening up a container of pasta salad. “Why did you take off without a word? No note, no text, nothing.”

  “Um, I’m sorry, Scott, but I can’t talk about it yet.”

  Though bristling, he remained calm and dished out the pasta.

  “We had a deal,” he reminded her, handing her a plate.

  “I know,
but I’m just too tired, and I had this weird dream. It’s left me feeling…” With a faraway look, she stopped speaking and picked up her fork.

  “It left you feeling what?”

  “The only word I can think of is unnerved,” she finally replied, after chewing the pasta with a thoughtful frown. “I felt I was actually living it.”

  “A lucid dream? Sure, I’ve had those.”

  “A lucid dream on steroids,” she exclaimed, “and it’s not fading. My clothes were old. I don’t mean tattered, I mean, it was centuries ago, and I could hear the creaking of the boat…” As her voice trailed off, she dropped her gaze to the plate in front of her and scooped up another mouthful.

  “The creaking of the boat?” he repeated. “You were at sea?”

  She slowly lifted her eyes.

  “No, but the captain said we were leaving at first light. Those were his words. I can still hear him. It’s so weird. To be honest, there was something about him that reminded me of you, except he had a thick Scottish accent. Huh. Scottish, and your name is Scott.”

  He laughed. “That’s a dream for you,” he remarked, “but the funny thing is, I’ve loved sailing and tropical islands since I was a kid. If there is such a thing as a past life, I’m sure I would have been a salty seaman,” he continued, hoping if they kept talking she’d open up. “I can easily imagine myself as a Scottish sea captain heading out of London on my way to parts unknown. This area has a colorful history. The English were here in sixteenth century. Maybe I was too.”

  “Maybe we were here together,” she said with a giggle. “I swear, that dream was so real, except I couldn’t see the captain’s face very well, but like I said, he definitely reminded me of you.”

  “I’m sure that’s because you’re back on my yacht,” he remarked, taking a swig of his beer, “but tell me more.”

  His lucid dreams had been filled with decadent depravity on long voyages across vast oceans. The idea of sharing the sexy stories was immensely appealing.

  “Uh, not much,” she said quickly. “This pasta is delicious.”

  “You’re lying,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Your face is beet red. Hey, if you don’t want to tell me something, no problem, just say so, but don’t lie to me.”

  “Or what, you’ll spank me again?” she retorted.

  “You can always tempt fate,” he warned, recalling the many times he’d vigorously whacked a beautiful woman’s backside in his fanciful dreams. “Please, be my guest and find out.”

  * * *

  Elizabeth hadn’t meant to snap at him, but the dream had been embarrassingly salacious. She couldn’t possibly tell him about it. She needed to change the subject, and it had to be something that would grab his attention.

  “Dan Miller stole a ton of money and killed someone,” she abruptly blurted out. “My fingerprints are on the gun and some of the cash was found in my apartment. I came back to the Virgin Islands because I didn’t need a passport and I thought I’d be able to disappear for a while. That’s my story in a nutshell.”

  Scott stared at her, then pushing back from the table, he walked across to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.

  “Aren’t you going to say something?” she asked earnestly. “You wanted to know, now you do.”

  “What you just told me only raises more questions,” he said solemnly. “I need some air. Stay here and finish your dinner.”

  Watching him leave the salon and walk out on the deck, she let out a relieved sigh. He could have hit her with a barrage of questions, none of which she was in the mood to answer. Everything was so complicated.

  Gobbling down the rest of her pasta and washing it down with the last of the iced tea, she took a deep breath and walked out to join him. He was near the helm staring out at the water. Ambling forward, she stood at his side. The sun had almost set, and the water was so calm they could have been on a sheltered lake.

  “It’s truly lovely here,” she murmured, “much too lovely for all my chaos.”

  “I take it this Dan guy wants to make sure you’re convicted for his crime,” Scott remarked without looking at her.

  “Apparently. Now you know, so if you want to drop me off somewhere—”

  “No, I don’t want to do that, but I need to ditch this boat.”

  “Why?”

  “Look around, Elizabeth. What do you see?”

  “Uh, lots of water.”

  “What else?”

  She paused, her brow crinkling. “This reminds me of another conversation we had, when you asked me if I could hear the wind.”

  “Interesting you should say that, because right now I want to take you back inside and spank you just as hard as I did that day. No. Harder.”

  “For what?”

  “Getting me involved in this,” he exclaimed, turning to face her. “You said some guy was after you, but I never imagined anything as dangerous as a crooked detective who’s fucking killed someone and wants to frame you for the murder.”

  She cringed.

  He was right.

  She had no business dragging him into the middle of her horrendous drama.

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly, “and I mean that. If you can let me hang out at your house for a couple of days I’ll be able to think things through. Once I have a plan in my head I’ll be on my way. Scott, you’re not involved, and you don’t have to be.”

  “That ship has sailed, Elizabeth. I already am. You’re a fugitive on my boat.”

  “But you don’t have to take it any further.”

  “I’m not sure that will make any difference.”

  “You know what, forget I was here, forget what I told you, just forget the whole thing,” she exclaimed, overcome with frustration and fear. “Turn around and take me back to your base on St. Thomas. There are plenty of boats around. I’ll find another one to charter. I’ll be fine.”

  “You think I’d do that?” he demanded, grabbing her by the arms. “You think I’d leave you to fend for yourself with that lunatic on your tail?”

  * * *

  Staring down at her big, blue, worried eyes, he found himself possessed by an overwhelming need to protect her.

  He was also fighting the same hunger he’d felt six months before.

  The need to clutch her hair and devour her mouth.

  And spank her ass beet red.

  His craving for her made no sense.

  But he didn’t care.

  Diving his lips on hers, he devoured her mouth in an endless, all-consuming kiss, then abruptly pulling back, he clutched a fistful of hair and pressed his mouth against her ear.

  “Is there a man in your life? Someone back in L.A? Someone else who’s looking for you? Is Dan the only guy on your trail?”

  “I have no one,” she panted, “but Dan works for the same man I did. A drug dealer, and he’s probably in cahoots with Dan to find me.”

  “But Dan’s a cop.”

  “Yeah, but he’s totally corrupt. I told you that.”

  “Are you into drugs?”

  “No, not at all, no, I swear.”

  “Then why were you working for a dealer?”

  “I was trying to help the police catch him, but please, can I tell you about that later?”

  Though common sense screamed at him to walk away, Scott meant what he’d said. He wasn’t about to leave her at the mercy of the bad-tempered detective. But motivating him more was how glad he was she’d returned, and having her in his arms. Sliding his hand quickly down her body, he slid his fingers inside her shorts and into her pussy. She gasped, but didn’t try to pull away.

  “Why are you so fucking wet?”

  “I, uh, I’m not sure.”

  “I told you not to lie to me,” he growled, swiftly pulling his hand out and landing a hard slap on the side of her thigh. “Why are you so wet?”

  “The dream,” she gasped. “I had wild sex with the captain, and when I woke up I was… uh…”

  “Did you play with yourself?”
he demanded, recalling her flushed face and sanguine state when he’d entered her cabin.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Shoving his hand back inside her shorts and pushing his finger into her hot, wet channel, he was rewarded with a deep groan.

  “But it wasn’t enough.”

  “No, it wasn’t,” she bleated, leaning into him. “It left me wanting so much more.”

  Keeping his arm around her shoulders, he turned back to the helm, slowed their speed, then effortlessly swooped her up. As he carried her to his cabin, she murmured his name and sank into his arms, fueling his carnal hunger. Dropping her onto his bed and quickly stripping, he climbed on top of her and pinned her arms above her head.

  “What is it about us,” she whispered, gazing up at him, “why do we want each other like this?”

  “Don’t know, don’t care, but now we’re going to have another kind of conversation.”

  Chapter 5

  Abruptly straightening up, Scott jerked Elizabeth over his knee and began slapping her backside.

  “Ow, Scott, what are you—?”

  “If I’m going down this road with you, no more lies,” he exclaimed, moving his hand from cheek to cheek with stinging smacks.

  “Okay, okay.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Yes, Captain!”

  “And if I think you’re getting too full of yourself, you’ll be back where you are right now. Got it?”

  “Yes, Captain, yes, yes, please stop.”

  “I’ll stop when I’m ready,” he declared, swatting her sit spots, “and no more of that temper.”

  “Ow, I’ll behave, I swear.”

  “Behave, hmm… I think we’re coming to an understanding. Off my lap and get on your hands and knees.”

  As she crawled on the bed, he slapped her again to hurry her along, then reached across to the small box on the shelf and retrieved a condom. Kneeling up behind her, he sheathed his stiff member, then trailed his fingers over her pussy with a feathered touch. Moaning softly and wriggling her hips, she looked at him over her shoulder with hungry eyes.