X Marks the Spot

by Melinda Barron

  Frantic need coursed through her. He thrust in out, in and out, and then he stopped and slapped her ass, first one side, then the other. His large hand made her body shake.

  I can do this, she repeated in her mind as she fought to keep control. I will not come.

  And she was pretty sure she could have, until he stopped, reached around and fingered her. He found her clit, pinched and said, “Come you little slut.”

  Lia exploded, stars and bright bolts of color dancing around in her brain as he pinched her harder. The pain overtook her, and she never wanted it to end. When he finally let go, and the blood flowed back into her abused clit, she whimpered. It seemed an inadequate response for the pleasure he’d just given her.

  “Thank you, Captain, Sir,” she finally whispered against the bed covers.

  “I like the respect you show, slut. Over the next few days you’ll serve me in every possible way. I hope you’re—shall we say, capable—of accepting the pain, and pleasure, I’m going to inflict on you.”

  Lia shivered. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say. She’d take every thing he gave her, and beg for more.

  He grasped her hips one more time and fucked her harder. Lia’s body quivered under him as he pounded into her. The sweet pleasure continued as one hand stayed on her hip, and the other grasped a hunk of her hair, pulling her head back. The intensity of his fucking almost drove her to the edge again. Then, suddenly, he let go of her hair and both hands bit into her hips, and she knew from his hard pumps that he was filling her.

  His barely audible, “Fuck me that was good,” let her know he’d come as hard as she had.

  * * * *

  Lia woke to the smell of the ocean, and the realization that she was alone. At some time in the night, or early morning, the dark haired hunk had left her. She sat up and looked around. He wasn’t there, but there was a heaviness around her left ankle. She looked down and realized that sometime during the night, when she was in an orgasm-induced stupor, he’d chained her to the bed. Not totally, just one ankle. It made her feel like the captive she was playing.

  She examined the chain. It was long, and she hurried off the bed and went to the bathroom where she relieved herself, washed her face and brushed her teeth. Once she was back, Lia flopped back on the bed and let her fingers stray to her pussy. An early morning fuck would be great, especially if it was coupled with a good, hard spanking. But since her Captain wasn’t here…

  Knowing full well that the Fingertip Fantasy staff was monitoring the room, she started to masturbate, rubbing her clit slowly. She spread her legs wide, bending her unshackled one to give whoever was watching a good view of her cunt. It didn’t take long for the door to bang open. She sat up, her mouth open and watering as her pirate strode toward the bed.

  He seemed to be even better looking now than he had last night.

  “Get her up,” he barked to the two men who followed him into the room. “Take her up on deck and bind her to the pole near the mast. I’d like her to be on display for a while.”

  He left without a backward glance, and the two men followed his instructions to the letter. Soon, Lia was up on deck, naked as she’d been when she woke up. Her arms were bound above her head, and her legs were free. She glanced around the ship. Several women were on their knees, servicing various crewmembers. There were a few women tied as she was, obviously waiting for a pirate’s pleasure.

  What would people on passing boats think, she wondered, if they happened to sail by and see a nude woman tied to a pole, and several other women sucking off men? They’d be calling whatever maritime authorities had jurisdiction in these waters, she was sure, but she wasn’t exactly sure where they were, either. They couldn’t be that far off the coast of Florida, could they?

  The sounds of sex made her already swollen pussy lips plump up even more. Damn she wanted to fuck. One more glance around the deck showed her Captain was nowhere in sight. Where the hell was he? Also absent was her new friend Rachel. Maybe she was below decks getting screwed.

  Which is what Lia would like to be doing right now. It was at that moment that the Captain appeared. He wore the same tight breeches, and thigh high boots, that he’d worn last night. But now his chest was bare. He had no tan lines, but his skin had definitely been kissed by the sun, and quite often sans shirt from the looks of him.

  She hadn’t really noticed that last night. She’d been too interested in his cock. He walked toward her slowly, stopping just out of reach. He snapped his fingers and a man appeared to his left, and handed the Captain a flogger.

  Lia almost fainted with the anticipation. Her body still hummed with the pleasure he’d delivered with that same instrument the night before.

  He studied her for a few minutes, then looked at the flogger. He let it drop to the deck and snapped his fingers again.

  “Bring me a crop,” he commanded, and Lia sagged against the pole.

  It was so fucking hard to stay in character when Lia swooned at the mention of the crop. Keifer gripped the handle tightly, reminding himself that he wasn’t a twenty-first century man acting out a fantasy. He was a nineteenth-century pirate, who had ravished a captive last night, and was about to remind her that she was his property.

  Well, his until Arch took over two and a half days from now. He wanted more time than that with her. This was the type of woman he could spend days with, fucking her six ways to Sunday, and giving her good, hard whippings before sliding his cock into the sweet openings between her legs.

  His cock throbbed painfully at the image of her bent over, his hands on her hips as he claimed her ass. Better still was the thought of Arch in her pussy while Keifer fucked her sweet bottom. Doing a double was pleasurable for all involved, and he knew from her audition tape that Lia loved being stuffed in both holes at once.

  “See the look on her face,” one of the crewmembers said. “Something tells me she savors the pain.”

  “She got a good taste of it last night,” Keifer said. The sexy grin on his face showed he liked seeing her like this. But instead of giving her more pain, his lip curled just a bit. “Bring me a chain.”

  His order was fulfilled immediately. The Captain looped the chain around her neck, tying it so that it made a silver collar. Someone undid her arms and they fell to her sides.

  “Let’s take a constitutional, isn’t that what you society ladies call a walk?”

  “Go to the devil,” Lia said.

  Everyone around them laughed, and Lia glared at them. “You can all go to hell.”

  The laughter increased. The Captain pulled on the chain and she stumbled toward him.

  “Behave, whore, or you won’t like the consequences.” He started to walk, pulling on the chain so she had no choice but to fall into step behind him. He was silent as they walked, and Lia took the opportunity to examine the people around them. She found Rachel quickly. Her friend was on her hands and knees, taking a pirate from behind as she sucked off another one.

  Next to them two female captives were in a sixty-nine position as a group of pirates watched, egging them on with catcalls. The Captain stopped to watch, and Lia prayed he wouldn’t ask her to join in the activity.

  After a few moments, he walked to where a pirate had a captive bent over. He was screwing her in the ass, and she was screaming for more.

  “Makes me hard,” the Captain said. “Time for us to retire below so I can have some fun with you.”

  He ordered one of the men to take her to the playroom and bind her to a pole.

  “Yes, sir,” the man replied.

  “Then invite anyone who cares to witness me marking her to come down. I think the little slut needs to be seen.”

  “Sounds good,” the man chuckled. Another man joined him, and Keifer watched as they undid her wrists. She struggled, and at Keifer’s nod, the men let her go. She dashed toward the railing, seemingly unaware that she was naked, and in the middle of an ocean.

  “Where are you going, my pet?” he asked, amused. “If yo
u go overboard, the sharks will eat you.” Keifer wasn’t sure if there were sharks in these waters, but it sounded menacing.

  “Better than staying here with you,” she spat back at him. Two of the crewmen had grabbed her before she could hoist her leg over the deck. Her gaze raked over the area, stopping a few times, to watch the various scenes taking place around the deck. The next time she stopped was to watch a woman being fucked while she sucked a dick.

  Her look of pure lust made Keifer laugh. She wanted to be fucked, and she would be, but not before he marked her.

  He thought for a few moments before he said, “Being eaten by a shark is preferable to feeling the pleasure you experienced last night? Your virginal hole was a perfect fit for me, and the climaxes that racked your body belie your words. You loved every moment of it.”

  “You lie,” she screamed. “I hated it, and I hate you.”

  Keifer chuckled. Rather than correct her, he ordered the men to take her downstairs to the hold. They dragged her toward the stairs.

  “No, no!” she yelled, repeatedly, her words echoing against the walls as they moved down the steep, narrow stairway that led below deck.

  As he stood in place, Keifer could still hear her voice, only her objections to being taken down the stairs were now laced with colorful expletives aimed at him. He smiled. He had to tell her that his parents were indeed married, and his mother was actually a very nice person.

  A grin broke across his face. This was more fun that should be legal. It was time for the sweet sub to meet his crop, and then to open her sweet, wet lips so he could fuck her. Maybe he should drag her upstairs and do her doggie style for the whole crew to watch.

  Something told him she would love it. But Arch was waiting for them below decks. It was time for the ménage to start. There would be plenty of time for the crew to watch her get screwed during the next week and a half.

  Chapter Four

  Lia’s arms ached, a sweet pang that reminded her how much she loved submitting to a man. Standing here with her arms tied above her head and her feet tethered to poles on either side was delicious. She should have found someone to help her play a little before the vacation, just to keep her in shape.

  She rolled her shoulders to try and alleviate some of the soreness. It helped a little, but there was no telling how long the Captain would have her in this position. Of course, when he came in he would administer the crop, which would make her think of a different sort of pain, one that would make her beg to be fucked.

  The “hold” turned out to be a dungeon, a very large room with various pieces of equipment that made Lia’s mouth water. The Fingertip people hadn’t suggested how long she would have to play the innocent virgin card, but it did spice things up. Still, there was a part of her that wanted to drop the act and beg the hunky Captain to use her at will.

  Something told her he would.

  As if she’d summoned him, the man strode into the room, the riding crop clenched in his fist.

  Lia’s clit tightened. It was on the tip of her tongue to beg for some clamps on her nipples and clit to warm her up before the whipping; give her some sweet pain before he gave her the sweeter pain.

  She shook her head. Did that make sense? If she voiced the words, some people might not understand them, but Lia certainly did.

  The Captain flipped the edge of the crop against her nipple. Lia gasped before she begged, “Please, once again, I implore you.”

  “Keep your mouth shut, wench, or I will find a way to shut it for you.”

  “May the hounds of hell take you and—” the remainder of her oath hit his palm as he covered her mouth with his hand.

  “Crewman,” he yelled out. A man came into the room. “Find me a gag.”

  “Yes, sir.” The underling saluted and left the room.

  “You’re going to enjoy my attentions this afternoon, pet.”

  “I’m not your pet,” she snarled after his hand left her mouth. His evil laughter made her nipples tingle. “My father will make you pay for what you’re doing to me.”

  “We’ll see,” the Captain said. He stared at her before he turned his attention to the man who walked into the room. This was not the crewman who had just left. This man was dressed just like the Captain, in tight britches, thigh high boots and an open necked white shirt.

  But that was where the similarities ended. The new arrival was tan, but his hair was fair, and his eyes were a deep, deep blue. Lia fought against her bonds as the stranger raked his gaze up and down her naked body.

  “And who is this?”

  The Captain turned to the newcomer. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he said with a laugh. The new arrival crossed to them and they clapped each other on the back.

  “Looks like spoils of the raid,” the newcomer said. “You don’t mind if I watch, do you?”

  “Not at all,” the Captain replied. “Have a seat, and see how she reacts. It’s really quite brilliant.”

  “Slave, this is my friend, and partner. You’ll learn to bow to the both of us, and to be a whore to both our cocks.”

  The juices running down her legs could fill a river. She had two pirates? Two gorgeous men to tie her up, fuck her and whip her? She’d died and gone to BDSM heaven.

  The new pirate had a long piece of white cloth in his hand. The Captain took the sash and shoved it between Lia’s lips before he made his way behind her and tied it.

  She yelled against the gag, the muffled noise sounding weak to her. The Captain laughed, a deep, hearty bellow that made her want to scream. The new man joined in.

  “Perfect.” The Captain turned to the new pirate. “I’ll watch while you warm her up.”

  Lia yelled again. With her mouth gagged, she wouldn’t be able to use her safe word. Tracy’s objections came back to her, about how she didn’t really know the man to whom she’d given herself. The only thing she really knew about him was what she’d experienced last night. It had been pure heaven, sure, but what if that had been an act to get her to stay calm while he trussed her up like a Thanksgiving turkey?

  She could feel sweat beading on her forehead. Relax, Lia, she whispered against the gag. It’s going to be fine. A few more people filled the room, one of them Rachel. Her new friend was grinning from ear to ear, and she was naked as the day she was born. Somehow, the audience made her feel better. The Fingertip people wouldn’t let things get out of hand. She had to trust the decision she’d made and allow herself to relax and enjoy the sensations.

  Lia glanced at the Captain, who studied her as if he were trying to read her mind. Then she looked at the new arrival. Where had he been last night? Why was he just now joining the fun? Both of them looked as if they wanted to devour her. Her first Captain turned so that only she could see his face.

  He mouthed the word, “Continue?” A surge of pure lust rushed through her. Why the hell hadn’t she been able to find a Dom like this in real life? Why did she have to pay someone to give this sort of pleasure? And why was she letting doubt creep into her mind? She’d forked over good money for this. She should be enjoying every second instead of letting Tracy’s paranoia weigh on her mind.

  Lia nodded. Hunger lit up his eyes. She swallowed hard as he brought the crop in front of her face.

  “This leather will leave beautiful welts on your pure skin, marking you as mine.”

  Play the part, Lia mentally screamed at herself. She shook her head violently. In response, the Captain rubbed the crop against her breasts. With her hands bound above her head, her large orbs were standing at attention. Her hard nipples throbbed, and her muffled moan filled the room.

  She braced herself for the first switch. It didn’t come. Instead, the Captain rubbed the crop over the breasts gently. Lia knew from experience that gentle touches, which kept her on the edge when she wanted to feel agony, could be as excruciating painful as the feel of a lash, or crop. It drove her crazy to be teased when she wanted nothing more than for the Dom to lay the leather-wrapped fiberglass crop
across her body. Or was it fiberglass? If they wanted to keep with the historical times, there was no telling what was under the leather.

  Not that it really mattered to her. All she wanted was to feel it kissing her skin. The Captain was a true Master. He teased her breasts, caressing them softly with the crop, rubbing the tip against each nipple as Lia squirmed under the gentle caresses. He traced it down her stomach and ran it between her legs.

  While he played with her, the room continued to fill. She watched as sailors and their women, the females totally naked, took up the few chairs. The women knelt next to the men.

  “All present and accounted for sir,” a male voice said.

  “Good,” the Captain replied. “Time for my captive to wear my marks, don’t you think?”

  “Aye, sir,” the man said with a chuckle.

  Lia glanced around the room. Everyone watched her, and she felt exposed, as if she were standing in the middle of a gathering of thousands of people. The most prominent of them was the new Captain. He eyed her, and she wondered what it would feel like to taste pain from him.

  The Captain took a step toward her, leaning in until his face was inches away from hers. “Perhaps you need to taste the both of us.”

  Her eyes widened, and the Captain turned to the first mate. “Bring me another crop for my friend. Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve not met him. This is Captain Nut. I’m Captain Cock.”

  Everyone laughed, and Lia was happy for her gag. She hoped it hid her smile. She let her gaze wander between the two men. Captain Nut was standing now, and in the blink of an eye he had a crop in his hand. It told her that this had been planned. Obviously, someone had placed the instrument outside the door so it would be close at hand.

  “Captain Nut and I are going to mark you,” Captain Cock said. “You’re going to feel every stroke, and when we’re done, you’re going to get fucked. In front of everyone.”

  She struggled against her bonds again, causing laughter to break out amongst the audience. Captain Nut had moved behind her. He rubbed the crop against her ass, which was still a little sore from the flogging she’d received last evening.