Guilty Pleasures

by Bertrice Small

  At the Blairs’ barbecue that evening, Nora spoke with Carla. “Just a slight glitch in the system, Mr. Nicholas told me,” she said. “He assures me you are safe. They should have it fixed in another day or two. If you’re worried, just don’t access it for a few days. Or program another fantasy,” Nora suggested.

  “Oh.” Carla sounded mildly disappointed. “Well, if it’s going to be fixed, then I suppose one more night with the king of the pirates won’t hurt.” She left the Blairs’ house shortly after eight. She was feeling very pleased to learn the pirate king’s tenure on Amorata Cay was about to end. It gave her a sense of power over him, and in the Channel, she had always been the dominant lover. While she had to admit to enjoying having the tables turned on her, she had had enough now. Well, almost enough, Carla thought and chuckled to herself as she pulled into her driveway. She wanted her island back.

  The message light on the phone was blinking. She picked up the receiver and pressed the PLAY button to hear Rick’s voice. “Cheerio from London, babe!” Carla smiled. “Call me back if you get in soon. It’s just after two a.m. here. Can’t sleep again.” Carla erased the message and hit REDIAL.

  “The Dorchester,” a woman with a plummy British accent answered. “How may I help you?”

  “Richard Johnson’s room, please,” Carla said.

  “Babe?” Rick’s voice answered. Despite his claim he sounded sleepy.

  “Just back from the Blairs’ barbecue,” Carla said. “Everyone is fine. The baby is adorable, and Tim is a fool over her. Everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” he answered. “We’re flying back Monday morning. We’ll be into Kennedy by midday. Tomorrow Ryan is taking me sightseeing.”

  “Then you’ll need some rest, sweetie,” Carla told him. “Two calls in just a few days. I think you miss me, Mr. Johnson,” she teased.

  “I do!” he said with such sincerity that she was touched.

  She had always taken Rick’s love for granted because she loved him back. Now, hearing the deep emotion in his voice, Carla realized that she loved him more now than when they had married all those years ago. And she missed him too. “Want me to sing you a lullaby?” she said. “Or can you go to sleep now like a big boy?”

  “I’ll sleep now,” he said, and she heard the smile in his voice.

  “Travel safe, sweetie,” Carla said. Kiss. Kiss.

  “I will. See you Monday,” he replied. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. And the line went dead.

  Somehow she didn’t feel like accessing the Channel now. Carla went straight to bed. On Sunday she had dinner at the Egret Pointe Country Club with Tiffany and Joe.

  Tiffany got her aside in the powder room just before they were leaving. “So? Last night? Did it rock your world?”

  “Rick called while I was out and wanted me to call him back. I just didn’t feel like dealing with the king of the pirates after that. You know, Tiffy, I’ll go back tonight, but then I think I’ll delete that pirate fantasy. I’m going to get myself a chalet up in the Austrian alps, where I can go and relax when I need a break from the ER.”

  “And . . . ,” Tiffany queried, grinning.

  “Welllll, maybe a ski instructor now and again, but only now and again,” Carla said with an answering grin.

  Could she really delete the pirate fantasy she had enjoyed for so long? Yeah, Carla thought as she showered before getting into bed, she could. Like anything too delicious, a surfeit of it could become dull and/or sickening. One more wild ride with Lord Julian Hawke, the king of the pirates, and she was through. Climbing into bed, she picked up the Channel remote and pressed the A button to find herself alone in her bed.

  Beyond the French doors, the sea sparkled. There was a ship just sailing into Half-Moon Cove. It wasn’t hers, but it did fly the Jolly Roger from its topmast. Her bedroom door opened and Lord Hawke strode in and out onto the porch without a word. “Is it your ship?” Carla asked.

  “Aye, just back from Jamaica. They’ll be carrying a letter from Governor Morgan confirming my claim to Amorata Cay.”

  Carla sat up. She didn’t bother to hold the sheet to her bared bosom. “You’re very certain,” she said. “But if your claim is just, I will have one thousand pieces of eight counted out from my treasure room for you. You will then sign the island over to me, your grace, and leave. I shall have to go a-pirating now to make up my loss.”

  Turning, he stared fixedly at her full, generous breasts. “I want to see you being fucked by another man,” he said bluntly. “I want to hear you scream with passion, my pirate queen. My first mate, Nestor, wants a go at you.”

  “He’s worn my poor servant Violetta out with his enthusiasm,” Carla noted to Lord Hawke.

  “She hasn’t satisfied him in the weeks we’ve been here,” the king of the pirates said. “He needs to lodge that cock of his into a woman filled with fire as you are.”

  “And if I say nay?” Carla asked him.

  “If I say aye, there is no nay, my pretty little bitch, and I say aye!” he told her. “That defiance of yours has earned you another spanking, wench!”

  “Will you fuck me before you depart with my gold?” Carla asked him boldly.

  A slow smile lit the face of the self-proclaimed king of the pirates. “It will be my last act before I leave you to sail away to England.”

  “Then how can I refuse you, your grace?” Carla murmured seductively.

  “You can’t!” he replied with devastating surety. “Nestor! Come in. The lady is ready to receive your attentions.”

  Nestor sauntered into the bedchamber.

  “Can we all be naked?” Carla asked.

  “A grand idea!” Lord Hawke replied enthusiastically. He nodded to his first mate, and the two men quickly stripped their garments off.

  Carla smiled as she eyed them both. The king of the pirates stood at least six inches over his mate. He was golden all over from his wavy hair to the curly bush between his legs. Nestor was perhaps an inch or two over six feet. He was a stocky man with dark brown hair pulled back and tied. The bush beneath his flat belly was thick, and the cock nestled there was more than impressive, perhaps a tiny bit longer than his master’s, but Carla could see it would not be as thick. She held out her hands to the two men. “Do you mean to stand there preening, and leave me alone with my need for you both? Come, sirs! Join me at once.”

  They complied immediately.

  “Take the lead, Nestor. I want to watch for now,” the king of the pirates said.

  Nestor smiled. “Those are a fine pair of tits you have there, lass,” he told her.

  Her back supported by several pillows, Carla sat straight. She slipped her hands beneath her breasts and held them up and out to him in invitation. “Help yourself.”

  He chortled, pulling the sheet away so her entire body was available to him, then pushed her legs apart and knelt between her thighs. Leaning forward, he availed himself of her breasts, kissing the nipples, licking them, then sucking the tender flesh hard so that the tips grew hard and pointed. He bit down sharply on one nipple.

  Carla squealed and smacked his head.

  Nestor laughed heartily. “By God,” he exclaimed approvingly, “you’re a feisty one, lass. I like a woman with a lot of pepper and spice. Your Violetta was too tame for me, but his lordship swears you’ll give me a good ride.” Then suddenly he yanked her legs over his shoulders, burying his face between her thighs with a growl. “Lock your ankles about my neck, lass. I’ll need my hands to play. I’ve never seen a mons plucked smooth as silk. ’Tis a pretty sight, I must admit.” When she had complied with his command, he peeled her nether lips apart, his tongue beginning to forage amid the sensitive flesh of her cunt, licking its walls first, and then finding her clit with the very tip.

  Lord Julian Hawke, the king of the pirates, watched as his first mate satisfied his lusts on the woman known as the queen of the pirates. He had thought to be dispassionate about it, for other than his wife, he had always shared his women. But watching Nestor bring b
eautiful Captain Raven pleasure began to irritate him. Still, having promised the man full access, he could hardly throw him out now. But soon.

  Carla pulled the first mate to her, and kissed him heartily. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue. “Fuck me!” she whispered into his ear, and then she nipped the lobe of it for emphasis.

  “Aye!” Nestor said and drove his long cock into Carla. He brought her to a satisfying climax after some minutes.

  “You didn’t come,” she complained to him.

  “I will,” he told her, withdrawing. “Roll over, lass, and raise your arse up so I can get at it. I hear you like a good arse-fuck.”

  Damn, how exciting this is, Carla thought as she turned herself over and elevated her butt. “Do it!” she hissed at him. His fingers dug into the flesh of her plump hips. She felt the tip of his long, slender cock nosing between the cheeks of her ass. “Do it! I’m dying for it! Do it now!” she half moaned. “Ahhhhh! Aye! That’s it, First Mate!”

  Her face was a mask of perfect lust. Watching her, the pirate king felt himself overwhelmed with jealousy. He had expected her to demur at his suggestion that another man fuck her while he watched. Instead she had welcomed it, and even now he could see that her need for more and more cock was being fulfilled, and not by him. When Nestor finished he was going to be dismissed, and the bold pirate queen’s arse would burn with his punishment. He watched through half-closed eyes as she came again with a cry. He could see that Nestor was emptying his load into her arse, and when they had both collapsed with satisfaction, he growled, “Well, now, Nestor, are you satisfied?”

  Nestor rolled over so he might look up at his captain. “Aye. Sir, you did not lie. I am drained of all pent-up passion.”

  “Then get out,” the king of the pirates said. “I’ll want her to myself for a time.”

  Nestor scrambled from the bed, then gathered his garments and hurried from the room with a contented smile on his face.

  When he had gone, Lord Hawke turned on Carla. “Bitch! You enjoyed every minute of his attentions, damn you.”

  “Wasn’t I suppose to?” Carla said wickedly.

  He jumped from the bed, dragging her with him into her bathing chamber. The tub was filled and rose petals floated on the surface of the water. “Wash yourself!” he ordered her. “I want his stink off of you before I fuck you, damn it!” He lifted her and dumped her in the water, which to her surprise was comfortably warm.

  Carla washed herself slowly and thoroughly as he watched with burning eyes. She knew every movement she made was a torture for him. It pleased her that it was. She wasn’t above enjoying this interloper’s sexual prowess, but she would punish him for his bold intrusion. To his credit, he said nothing as she bathed. Just watched. When she finished, she stood and the lightly oiled water sluiced down her petite, lush form. Stepping from the tub, she dried herself carefully. “Satisfied now?” she said in a smoky voice. The look in his eye was dangerous, and she knew what he was going to do.

  He didn’t disappoint her, half dragging her back into the bedchamber, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her over his knees, and smacking her bottom until it tingled and burned. “You. Will. Fuck. Whoever. I. Tell. You. To. Fuck. But you will not enjoy being fucked by anyone else but me. Do you understand me, my pirate queen?” He punctuated his demand with a hard smack to her already hot flesh. Then he turned her over, glaring into her face as he pulled her up.

  “If your claim to Amorata Cay is proved true,” Carla said, “you will be paid for this property, and gone from here by sunset.”

  “My claim is true, but I have decided not to sell the island. I shall remain here, and we will go pirating together. I will fuck you in front of every captain and every crew along the Spanish Main so that they all know you are my property, and mine alone,” he said angrily.

  “What about your wife and children?” Carla wanted to know.

  “I’ve done my duty by my family. I do not need to go back. I don’t want to go back,” he told her in surly tones.

  “I didn’t invite you into my fantasy,” Carla said. “You intruded upon me. You are, according to Mr. Nicholas, a glitch in the system. You will be removed shortly.”

  Julian Hawke smiled wickedly. “So you know Uncle Nicholas, do you?”

  “My best friend works for him,” Carla said. Uncle? Uh-oh. Does Nora know this?

  “My uncle will be irritated with me for this breach, but I’ll reassure him it won’t happen again. Of course that’s a lie. He’ll know it and punish me in his own unique way. So since the jig is up, my beauty, we’ll have a final fuck that will leave you breathless, I promise.”

  Carla laughed. “Then do it, your grace, my lord, king of the pirates. I will admit that you have one of the finest cocks I have ever encountered in all my time as the pirate queen. Stand up now, and let me take the edge off your lust by sucking you dry.” And when he did, she knelt before him, taking the long limp penis and rolling it between her palms. It quivered beneath her touch. She laughed, and then she began to lick him with slow, firm strokes of her tongue from the tip to the root. She twisted her head so she might take his balls into her mouth, her tongue teasing at them, rolling them around the heated cavern. Then she returned to his cock, taking it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking until he was groaning, growing thick and hard with his need.

  He attempted to stop her from milking him, from stealing his cream, his fingers tightening about the thick black curls on her head. But he could not force her to relinquish her hold on him. Unable to help himself, he groaned as if in pain, spurting his thick cream down her throat as she eagerly swallowed it, gulping noisily.

  His great cock limp, he cursed her, but Carla stood up, her hand stopping the flow of his words. She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed atop him, smiling down into his handsome face. “There is more, sweeting,” she promised him. Then, leaning forward, she pushed one of her nipples into his surprised mouth. “Suck!” she told him. “If you do not make me hot with lust, you shall not have me at all.”

  His hands fastened about the cheeks of her ass, holding her firm. His mouth sucked hungrily upon her tit. “You are such a bitch, and you have turned the tables on me, haven’t you? We are a worthy pair, my queen.” Then he continued sucking her. His hands gently pulled her ass cheeks apart so she could feel his newly rejuvenating cock settling between the twin halves.

  She felt the flesh hardening and pulsing as it grew in length and width. She could hardly wait for him to impale her on it. But she would torture him a bit longer. He deserved it for spoiling her retreat at Amorata Cay, for ruining her longtime fantasy, but then perhaps that was a bit unfair. She had, after all, grown bored with it all until he’d forced himself into her Channel life.

  Suddenly he rolled her over onto her back, his cock free of her flesh. He began to lick her as she at once licked him. She purred with pleasure as his tongue moved across her breasts, her belly, and over her plump mons. “Aye,” she told him. “Aye!”

  “Little whore,” he murmured into her ear. “So hot for it, but so careful not to show it. Shall I punish you by not fucking you, my queen? Or shall I bury myself to the hilt within your tight sweet cunt that even now is crying out for me?”

  “If you say so, your grace,” Carla replied coyly.

  “Jesu!” he groaned, and then without another word he rammed himself into her, fucking her lustily until she screamed with delight, her juices crowning the head of his cock. But he was still hard as iron. He began again. And yet again. Each time she came. Each time she howled her pleasure more loudly. “I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned, fucking her to another climax. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”

  “Because you have been a very bad boy, I suspect,” Carla said, smacking his bottom several hard blows. Then she wrapped her legs about him. “But you will come this time for me, king of the pirates. You will fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. And then you will come. I am going to drain you, king of the pirates
.”

  Her strength and her fierce words stoked his lust. He rode her hard until they were both climaxing together, groaning and crying out with their satisfaction as they came, finally rolling away from each other, wet with their exertions.

  “You were magnificent!” he said, sighing with his deep pleasure.

  Ping! Ping! Ping! The Channel is now closing.

  “I know I was,” Carla told him. She had won! “By the way, sweetie, I’m deleting this fantasy.” She grinned triumphantly at him.

  “No!” the king of the pirates said fiercely.

  “Farewell,” Carla told him. “You really were a grand fuck, your grace.” Then she was back in her own bed. Carla picked up the remote. It had been an incredible night, but such nights were rare, even in the Channel. Could she? Should she? Her hesitant finger lay upon the DELETE button. Carla rolled over in her bed. Even now Rick was flying over the Atlantic. He’d be home in a few hours, and she suddenly realized she couldn’t wait to see him. She loved him, and he loved her. And in a few months, they would be taking together the first vacation they had had in years. Carla could hardly wait. She pressed down hard on the button beneath her finger.

  Fantasy deleted, the syrupy voice said. And then the television clicked off.

  NINA AND THE MOVIE STAR

  “Have dinner with us tomorrow,”Ashley Kimbrough Mulcahy said to Nina, the manager of her Egret Pointe shop, Lacy Nothings. “A client of Ryan’s is building a house here in Egret Pointe. He’ll be staying with us this weekend.”

  “Are you trying to fix me up?” Nina Parsons said with a smile. She was a pretty women in her midfifties with fashionably short strawberry blond hair and warm brown eyes. “I told you a long time ago I’m not breaking in another husband, and the Channel satisfies my libido.”

  Ashley laughed. “But you aren’t against dinner out with a good-looking man, are you?” she teased her longtime employee. “Besides, a foursome is better than a threesome.”