Amazon Slave

by Lisette Ashton

  A welt of pain soared through the cheeks of her arse. She bit back a cry in response to the blow, reluctant to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan. Perhaps she had no option other than to let him do it, but she was damned if she was going to make it easy for him. Her fingers squeezed hard against the edge of the desk.

  A second and third swipe of the cane bit her backside in rapid succession.

  Emily inhaled deeply through her nostrils. Her teeth were ground tightly together and her lips were pressed into a single thin line. She steeled herself for another blow, aware of the dull pulse of her arousal. The distant throb between her legs was becoming more noticeable and she hated herself for enjoying such feelings. The man was hurting and humiliating her. She despised the pleasure that his punishment inspired.

  At the same time, she could not deny enjoying it.

  Tingling waves of joy began to spread slowly through her body, electrifying every pore. She kept her fingers pressed against the edges of the desk, aware that her fingernails were marking the grain of the wood.

  The cane whistled through the air, biting her left cheek, then her right. Brilliant flares of pain, breathtakingly deep in intensity, erupted from her arse.

  Unable to contain herself any longer, Emily groaned. She shifted her hands on the desk, knocking some of the captain’s papers to the floor as she moved. She noticed his contract spill to the top of the pile and she smiled, confident that she had covered her tracks.

  Moving her hand downwards, she pressed her fingers against the warm swell of her sex. Her arousal was growing stronger with each blow, as was her need to be satisfied. The tips of her fingers touched the nub of her clitoris and she released a second groan of delight. The excited flesh was so responsive she could feel the mounting rush of an orgasm build as soon as her fingers brushed against it. Using one hand to separate her labia, she employed her other to tease the pearl of pleasure. Her appetite for orgasm was stronger than ever. Moistening the tips of her fingers with the juice of her arousal, she teased the flesh with urgent haste.

  Captain Wilde brought the cane against her arse with a passionate fury. Emily could feel the length of wood striping her backside, each blow leaving a brandished ember of pain in its wake.

  With only the slightest pressure against her clit, she felt the orgasm begin to tear through her. Her breathing deepened, and she suppressed a cry of exultation. The sensation was exciting and exquisite, but she did not want Captain Wilde to know he had pleased her so greatly.

  In spite of her efforts to conceal her pleasure, she realised he had witnessed her fulfilment. His dark laughter rang in her ears and she glanced over her shoulder to stare coldly at him. Her lip was curled into a sneer of contempt.

  Smiling into her hate-filled eyes, he laid his cane gently down on the bed. ‘You don’t look as though you’ve learnt anything from that,’ he noted wryly.

  Emily bit back a retort, knowing that this was neither the time nor the place to antagonise him. She panted softly, her breath heavy and laboured with the aftermath of her joy. ‘What was I supposed to learn?’

  ‘I was trying to beat some manners into you,’ he reminded her. ‘Perhaps I should be doing it harder.’

  Emily closed her eyes, simultaneously chilled and warmed by the threat.

  He moved closer to her and slapped the palm of his hand against her arse. The smack was not as hard as the cane, but his flat hand rekindled the burning welt of each blow that had been administered.

  Emily gasped.

  His hands moved to her shoulders and he turned her around. Pressing his mouth hard against hers, Emily allowed the man to kiss her with an eager desire. His tongue probed her mouth and his lips pressed cruelly hard against hers. If his cane had left marks on the cheeks of her arse she felt sure that his lips would be bruising her mouth.

  He placed a hand against her neck; she almost choked as he squeezed the sides of her face. But his harsh manner and rough manipulation of her body only served to increase her excitement. Emily felt sickened by her body’s eager, wanton response to him.

  ‘Let’s see you naked,’ he growled, moving his lips away from hers.

  Glancing unhappily into his cold hard face, Emily barely heard the words. She felt his hands reach for the front of her blouse and raised her own protectively. He waved them away and snatched angrily at the front of the garment. With one vicious lunge he had ripped it open. Buttons flew from the front of the blouse, pinging loudly as they struck the walls and floor. Emily heard the silk tear as he pulled it from her body; her outrage clear, she glared at him.

  ‘I could have just unfastened it,’ she said sharply.

  He hurled the rent silk to the floor and forcibly pushed her to the bed. ‘Don’t you ever learn?’ he muttered, glaring angrily at her. His hand reached for the cane and he held it above her. ‘I’ll beat some manners into you if it takes from now until this river runs dry.’

  Emily’s gaze was fixed on the cane. ‘I only said –’

  He did not allow her to finish. The tip of his cane flew through the air and stung against the hard swell of her nipple. Emily howled. She tried to sit up on the bed, her hand going to the flaming hot source of her agony.

  He pushed her down roughly, a grim smile twisting his lips. ‘Stay where you are until I tell you to move,’ he snapped crisply.

  Emily stared at him, not daring to disobey. Her nipple felt like an explosion. Sharp shards of pain throbbed with sickening force from the aching tip. The sense of dark excitement that welled within her continued to rise. She snatched lungfuls of air with a short breath, then screamed ecstatically as he brought the cane down on her other nipple. ‘You bastard!’ she exclaimed in fury.

  Her inner muscles pulsed with wanton desire. The throb of pleasured pain racked the hardened nubs of her breasts. She glared angrily up at him, aware that he was grinning excitedly at her.

  ‘You don’t know how to be submissive, do you?’

  Emily dared not speak. She pressed her fingers between her legs and began to tease the swell of her sex. Her nipples were aflame with a burning desire. Determined to satisfy the pulse of her own arousal, she rubbed two stiff fingers against the swollen ridge of her clitoris.

  His smile was broad and salacious. Kneeling on the bed beside her, he cast an appreciative glance up and down Emily’s body.

  Emily glared at him as she rubbed her fingers against the hot wetness of her sex. She could feel the eruption of a climax nearing again and she attacked her clitoris with renewed determination.

  He placed a finger towards one bruised and aching nipple.

  She tried to flinch away from his touch, but he grabbed her quickly. Holding her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he rolled the nub gently to and fro.

  Emily groaned loudly; his brutal caress stimulated the memory of the cane’s wicked tip striking her. Fireworks of euphoric pleasure erupted in her chest, sending a tingling message of joy throughout her naked body. She pressed her fingers harder against the furious burning between her legs and squeezed the reluctant climax from the tip of her clit.

  As she revelled in the breathless delight of joy, he pushed his mouth against her other breast and took the second aching nipple between his lips. His tongue darted harshly against it, and she felt a thrill of pain burst from her breast. The stimulation was enough to send a second cascading waterfall of joy to follow the one she was enduring. When she felt the gentle pressure of his teeth nibbling at the sensitive flesh, she screamed with elation.

  ‘Anyone with manners would thank me for that sort of pleasure,’ he said quietly. He was still rolling the nipple between his fingers as he spoke. His fingertips seemed to be emitting small electric shocks into her body that left her powerless.

  Emily glanced into his face and tested a faltering smile. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered.

  He shook his head, his frown proving his dark unhappiness. ‘You still require training,’ he told her. ‘If I’d trained you properly, you would have tha
nked me without the need for my prompting.’

  Emily stared unhappily at him. She considered raising a protest, then realised she could not find the energy. Her fingers had moved away from the heated wetness of her cleft and she raised a hand to his chest.

  He moved away from her before she could touch him. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her to the edge of his bunk, then turned her over.

  Emily gasped as she felt her face being pushed into the mattress. Her legs fell heavily down and she felt her knees connect with the hardwood decking on the floor of the cabin. ‘What are you doing?’ she demanded.

  He grunted humourless laughter. ‘One last caning, then you can please me,’ he said coldly.

  Emily shivered. Hating herself for enjoying his savagery, she heard herself whisper the words, ‘Thank you, Captain.’

  ‘That’s more like it,’ he said, not bothering to hide the satisfaction in his voice. ‘Say it some more.’

  With her knees on the floor and her face pushed into the mattress, Emily knew her arse was high in the air, available for whatever he wanted. She began to whisper words of gratitude as she lay there, dully relishing the taste of her newly acquired servility.

  When she felt the first blow of his cane, she groaned loudly. A furious weal of excitement ignited in her arse cheeks. She continued to thank him as he punished her mercilessly. He struck her arse with his cane again and again, inspiring wave after wave of dizzying pain so intense it produced a draining wealth of pleasure. She could feel the onset of another orgasm, and she braced herself for its impact. The vehemence of her climaxes had become so strong she trembled at the prospect of enduring another. The heights of joy were too great for her to contemplate.

  She continued to mumble her words of thanks, interspersing them occasionally with the words ‘Please, no more’.

  ‘Have you had enough?’

  ‘More than enough,’ she whispered. Before he could reproach her for insolence, she added the words, ‘Thank you, Captain.’

  He grinned down at her. ‘I should have done this to you on the first night we met,’ he reflected. ‘I think it’s just what you’ve been needing.’

  Shivering, Emily tried to stop herself from nodding agreement. Regardless of how she felt about the man, she could not deny that he had taught her about new boundaries of pleasure. He had taken her to the threshold of a joy she could never have known in her previous life. Because of this, Emily realised she was indebted to him. If he had punished her like this on her first night aboard the Amazon Maiden, she knew things would have been different.

  His hands grasped her hips and she felt the hard thrust of his cock pressing against her hot wet flesh.

  She groaned excitedly, darkly aware of her urgent need for his length. Eager to accept his huge cock, she bit her lower lip and raised her sex for him.

  He prodded the tip against the slick wet folds of her labia, nuzzling the head gently along their entire length.

  Emily moaned.

  Continuing to tease her, he placed his finger on the rim of her anus and pressed it roughly into the dark canal. The sensation was so thrilling and exquisite that she bit hard against her lip, drawing blood.

  Still holding her hips with one hand, he pulled her against his hardness and slowly entered her. The finger at her anus probed deeper as his cock slid into her sex. She could feel him filling both clefts with slow deliberation. As he rode slowly into her, she realised her body was preparing for a tumultuous explosion of joy that would shame her previous climaxes to insignificance.

  The position tightened the muscles of her inner sex naturally. She could feel his cock pressing hard against the eager confines of her pussy with furious desire.

  He slid the finger slowly in and out of her anus as he rode her. Each time his cock filled her, he tugged the finger gently from her. Each time his cock made its slow egress from her wet velvet confines, he pushed the finger back inside.

  Her moans, soft to begin with, quickly turned to urgent, demanding groans. She pressed her fingers into the mattress and squeezed the fabric hard, bracing herself for a gargantuan climax. Her body was drenched with a sweat too warm to properly cool her. Every muscle ached with burning longing.

  When she felt his length begin to pulse inside her, her own orgasm was given furious release.

  He groaned with the strength of his climax, his fingers pressing hard against her hip. He pulled her tightly against him, forcing her to feel the twitching tip of his length teasing the deepest recesses of her sex. Their groans became a spiralling crescendo, filling the cabin with the joyous sounds of their passionate abandon.

  She pushed herself hard against him as he buried his length deep inside her warmth. Her satisfaction was so total she felt a tremor shivering throughout her body.

  Without removing his cock, he leant over her. His mouth was pressed against her ear and she felt the soft whisper of his laughing breath as it tickled her neck. ‘You enjoyed that, didn’t you?’

  She nodded into the pillow. ‘It wasn’t totally unbearable,’ she admitted. ‘Why do you ask?’

  His laughter darkened and he slid his cock from the confines of her pussy. ‘It could be like that all the time,’ he told her. ‘Laura’s already made the offer. All you have to do is say yes.’

  She considered his words carefully, wondering what to say for the best. She had still not come to a decision concerning Laura’s offer, and she knew she was in no position to decide anything right now.

  Glancing warily into his face, she placed a hesitant kiss on his mouth. ‘That was wonderful,’ she told him earnestly. ‘And I appreciate your offer. I need to think about it though,’ she told him. ‘And I believe that you and Laura should give it a little more thought.’

  ‘We’ve thought about it and discussed it,’ he growled slowly, his patience wearing thin already. ‘We know our own minds and we don’t need to think about it again.’

  She silenced his tirade with a second kiss. ‘Humour me,’ she whispered. ‘Give it another day’s thought.’ She glanced at her watch and saw the time was nearly six o’clock. ‘If you still think it’s a good idea, ask me this time tomorrow.’

  He glanced doubtfully at her. ‘Just to humour you?’

  She shrugged. ‘People have been known to change their minds within twenty-four hours.’

  He smiled confidently into her face. ‘I’m set on the idea, but if you want me to ask you tomorrow, then I’ll ask you tomorrow.’ He shook his head disparagingly. ‘Not that it’s going to make a scrap of difference,’ he added arrogantly.

  Emily returned his smile. She had her own thoughts about how he would feel towards her by then.

  Nine

  John Masters stared at the contract coolly. He glanced at his colleague, gracing him with a speculative expression, then turned his attention back to Emily. ‘This is why you brought us here?’

  Emily exercised her warmest smile. ‘I don’t think you’ll be disappointed once you’ve read it.’

  He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a barrel chest ensconced in a well-tailored Saville Row suit. His sullen frown and sombre disposition were blatantly intimidating but Emily was unperturbed. She had spent the last week dealing with Captain Wilde. After him, John Masters and Alan Thomas would need to do a lot more than frown before she would feel unsettled.

  Alan walked to his colleague’s side and glanced over his shoulder. He watched the man flick casually through the pages of the neatly bound contract, then turned his suspicious gaze on Emily. ‘Is this a corporate finance package for our current project?’ he demanded. ‘How did you know we required external finance?’

  ‘That’s why you’re here in Havalaña, isn’t it?’ she replied evenly. ‘You’re wanting to negotiate an appropriate finance deal.’ She leant back against the wall beside the door and idly fanned her neck with a lazy hand. It was a gesture designed to draw their attention to the excess of cleavage she was displaying. Emily watched the tactic work like a charm. Encouraged by their
response, she unfastened the top button of her blouse and smiled knowingly at the two men. ‘Amongst other things on your agenda, I assume you were discussing a similar package with Captain Wilde this morning.’

  ‘You seem to know an awful lot about us and our movements,’ John said, taking a step closer to her. ‘But, if you’ll pardon my French, we know fuck all about you.’

  Emily remained calm beneath his fiery gaze. ‘I didn’t think you’d want to deal with an ignoramus,’ she told him. ‘As for my credentials, you’ll notice there are lists of referees and contacts at the back of the contract. Any one of them will vouch for my capabilities in the management of corporate finance.’ She smiled, a disarmingly confident gesture. ‘And if there’s anything else you want to know about me, you only have to ask.’

  John took another step towards her. He was standing so close she doubted there was a hair’s breadth between their bodies. She could sense the subtle fragrance of his cologne from beneath his jacket and she found the scent exciting.

  ‘Did Wilde put you up to this?’ he asked quietly. ‘Are you another of his incentives?’

  She dared to laugh, shaking her head by way of explanation. ‘I learnt about your requirements through my association with Captain Wilde,’ she explained carefully. ‘But I don’t think he knows I’ve prepared a competitive proposal.’

  She graced John Masters with an alluring smile and placed her fingers against his chest. ‘As for incentives,’ she whispered. ‘I think I can be quite competitive in that sphere as well.’ She glanced past his broad shoulders and nodded towards Roderick and Judy. ‘As you can see, I have two willing assistants. The three of us are prepared to make our offer just as appealing as anything Captain Wilde can put forward.’

  Watching quietly, Roderick and Judy nodded meekly. They had followed her instructions to the letter. When Emily arrived in Havalaña that morning, they were waiting for her at the port. After a brief visit to the British Consul, they had escorted her back to their hotel suite and presented her with copies of all the documents she needed for her business meeting.