Pirate's Price (6 page)

“This isn’t about what you want. We’re going
to explore what you need.” His fingertips brushed against the damp
silk guarding her folds. Even through the barrier he could feel her
heat. “You naughty little princess, you’re already wet for me.”

“You’re a pirate. I need nothing from
you.”

He smiled against her breast. A pretend
ravishment would have to be enough. Regardless of how much he hated
her parents, he was going to enjoy the next six days.

Momentarily releasing her wrists, he rolled
one stocking down her shapely leg and then the other. With her
breasts bared and her slip bunched above her hips, all that
remained was the tiny scrap of material covering her mound. He
looked into her eyes and snapped the thin straps connecting the
front and back. Then he dragged the silk out from between her legs,
watching her reaction closely. Her lips parted and her eyelids
drooped. She was already close to release.

He started to touch her, to trigger the
first of many orgasms, but her position drew his attention. Her
knees were bent, her thighs parted, and her arms remained above her
head just as he’d left them. Despite her feisty personality, her
body was docile, open and welcoming. It was all he could do not to
free his aching cock and thrust his full length inside her
pussy.

Instead, he took one of the stockings and
tied it around her wrists. She made a halfhearted show of
resisting, but her gaze burned even brighter. She wanted to be
restrained, no, she
needed
it. His sweet, innocent princess
was a submissive. Had she been trained or were these desires new to
her? The speculation titillated his already rampant libido.

With the second stocking, he secured the
first to a discreet alloy loop protruding from the wall. He moved
her legs farther apart and knelt between them. “I want nothing
distracting me from my prize. Lift your hips.” He grasped the
waistband of the slip and pulled it downward as she raised her
bottom. She drew one leg out and then the other, returning to her
original position.

For a long moment he caressed her with his
gaze, enjoying the perfection of her body and the delicate beauty
of her face. “I’m not sure six days will be long enough to satisfy
my hunger for you.”

“I couldn’t give you more, even if I wanted
to.” All playfulness left her expression and she planted her foot
in the middle of his chest. “I’m not a frightened virgin and you’re
not a rapist, but this is still a little murky. Let’s clarify our
roles before we go any farther.”

“You defined our roles in the contract,” he
snapped, more than ready to continue their game.

“I paid you to steal me away from my
wedding.” She raised her bound wrists. “This is a bit outside the
structure of our contract.”

“You also requested that I ‘irreversibly
sully your reputation through direct or indirect means.’ I chose
direct.”

“What are you talking about?”

Her confusion seemed genuine. The trick was
getting his lust-addled body to give a damn. “The final clause in
the contract. If you don’t want to be compromised, what am I doing
here?”

She licked her lips and stared past him for
a moment. “There was a section in the contract dealing with my
reputation?” He nodded as her gaze returned to his. “‘Irreversibly
sullied,’ that was the phrase used?”

“Yes.” He rested his fists on his thighs,
waiting for her to unravel the misunderstanding.

“I’m going to kill her.”

“Who?”

“My handmaiden contacted you. We compiled
the contract together, but obviously she took some liberties after
I approved it.”

“Why would your handmaiden want me to seduce
you?”

Rana squirmed before her captor. If he’d
meant to hurt her, he’d be thrusting between her thighs. Still she
was naked and tied to a bed and he was still partially dressed.
“It’s a long story. Would you please untie me?”

His shimmering gaze swept down her body and
he rested his hand on her knee. “You didn’t object to being tied up
when I restrained you.”

“I didn’t realize you thought it was part of
our deal. I don’t pay for sex.”

“I’ll refund part of the credits, but I have
every intention of finishing what we started. Now explain why your
handmaiden would do something so devious. You don’t seem nearly as
angry as I would be.”

“I can’t explain it without talking to
Kashi, but --”

“Your servant’s name is Kashi?” Recognition
unfurled within his eyes.

“Why do you ask?”

“Kashi Jivan, perhaps?”

She narrowed her gaze and nodded. “How did
you know?”

“Your handmaiden knows my business partner.
We’ve both been set up.”

“I suspected Kashi knew you. She was too
insistent that I could trust you, too confident in your
abilities.”

He shook his head and looked away. “I
haven’t seen her since we were children. Her presumptions are
dangerous. I could have raped and murdered you before we left
Peronite.”

“How well does she know your business
partner? Kashi would never intentionally put me in danger.”

He laughed. “Is that why you’re naked and
tied to a stranger’s bed?” After his gaze searched hers for a
silent moment, he asked, “Are you a trained submissive or do you
just enjoy playing games?”

How should she answer? This might be her
only opportunity to explore the full range of her sexuality. Once
she returned to Devaunt, she would need to focus all her energy on
restoring peace and prosperity to her people. She would have to be
in control, diplomatic and responsible. But the next six days
belonged to her.

“I’ve recently discovered a certain
attraction to the passive role. My experience is extremely limited.
Some areas intrigued me, while I have no interest in repeating
others.”

“Is Kashi aware of your recent discovery?
Did she, perhaps, participate in the exploration?”

“Kashi had nothing to do with the
incident.”

“But she is aware of what transpired?”

Details about that night would only douse
the heat smoldering within her. “Who are you? Why does Kashi trust
you? Were you one of Torral’s followers?”

“You avoid your past by attacking mine. Not
a bad strategy.” He lifted her foot and pressed a kiss against the
sensitive arch. “For the next six days there is no past and no
future. I am a pirate and you are a princess. No questions. No
names. Are we agreed?”

“It’s not fair. You know who I am. At least
tell me your name.”

“Knowing my name will not intensify the
experience. It will only distract you from the pleasure. I am your
master, mentor, teacher, and guide. All you need to do is decide
whether or not you’re going to embark on this adventure.”

She stared into his eyes as hunger built
within her. “I… For the next six days, I’ll be your apprentice.” An
echo of uncertainty pealed within her mind. Kashi might trust this
man, but she reserved the right to be suspicious. “I refuse to be
demeaned and pain added little to my pleasure.”

He arched over her and pressed a kiss to the
corners of her mouth. “I’m sorry he hurt you. You will never have
to worry about that with me. Shall I repay him in kind? Pirates are
good at that sort of thing.”

She shuddered and shifted her gaze away from
his handsome face. “That’s part of the past. I shouldn’t have
brought it up.”

“No, I appreciate your honesty. Our
relationship requires trust and trust is impossible without
communication. In regards to your pleasure, I expect honesty and
full disclosure.” He guided her gaze back to his. “I meant what I
said, Rana.” Her eyes widened as he used her name. “You have
nothing to fear from me. It’s important that you believe that.”

“I believe you, but you shouldn’t be able to
use my name unless you tell me yours.”

He chuckled at her persistence. “My name is
Vik, but you will address me as Sir. Any disobedience will be
punished. I will use a variety of techniques to build the intensity
of your pleasure. I will introduce each stimulus gradually. Still,
it is possible for a skilled master to push too hard. If at any
time you’re unwilling to take the next step, call me a pirate and I
will back off. Do you understand?” She nodded and he lifted his
hands, depriving her of his touch. “The proper response is ‘yes,
Sir’.”

“Yes, Sir.” Immediately, his hands returned
to her knees, rewarding her with a firm squeeze. This was so
wonderfully different from anything she’d experienced before. He
was directing and controlling her, yet she had never felt so
secure, so safe.

“If you’ve been spanked, tell me what you
enjoyed or disliked about it.”

“I have and I was frightened by the
sensations, even though I found them pleasurable. I disliked the
fact that I wasn’t allowed to come.”

He smiled. “That’s a common complaint, but
withholding one orgasm can make the next more powerful.”

“As long as the next orgasm eventually
arrives.”

“Your pleasure was withheld entirely?”

Despite his coaching, she couldn’t manage a
verbal response. She nodded, then averted her gaze.

He moved to her side and pressed his palm to
the side of her face. “Forcing another person to accept sexual
demands while intentionally depriving them of any form of
gratification is not mastery, sweetheart, it’s rape.”

The fury in his gaze contradicted the
gentleness of his touch. Tears blurred her vision and her lips
trembled. Effortlessly sensing her need, he stretched out beside
her and rolled her to her side. Without releasing her bonds, he
pressed her against him from neck to knee.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? Maybe
it would be better to allow the memory to fade before --”

“I want my mind filled with new memories,
better memories. I can think of no other way. We only have six
days.”

He slipped his arm beneath her neck and she
relaxed into the loose embrace. “Have all your lovers been
men?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you attracted to females?”

“I won’t say I’ve never been curious, but
I’d much rather have you instruct me personally.”

“My instruction will be intensely personal.”
He smiled and fit his body more snugly against hers. “I’ll say one
last thing before we begin, then I promise not to break my own
rules again. Vega is part of your past now, but he is going to face
your pirate before this thing is through.”

Umar waited for the guards to open the
massive doors to Vega’s presence chamber. He hated being summoned
like a common servant. His faithful service to Vega should have
ensured him better treatment. The other servants feared him, which
was as he preferred. But far too often the king seemed indifferent
to Umar’s happiness.

A muffled call signaled the guards to open
the door. Umar straightened his tunic and squared his shoulders.
Vega sat on his throne, his wedding robes open down the front,
displaying his pale body. A slender, dark-haired man knelt between
the king’s thighs.

Tarun again! Umar balled his hands into
fists, stubbornly suppressing his displeasure. Jealousy would
reveal a level of interest Umar wasn’t willing to admit. Vega might
summon others, but he always came back to Umar.

Vega stroked the younger man’s curly hair as
Tarun eagerly sucked his cock.

“Shall I return, sire? You are obviously
busy.” It broke Peronite protocol for him to speak before the king
invited his opinion. He didn’t care. This was the third time Vega
had summoned him while he was fucking this skinny, sloe-eyed
creature.

“No.” He pulled out of Tarun’s mouth and
turned him toward Umar. “Let him pleasure you. His mouth is
incredibly hot.”

Umar glared at his rival. He was young and
lean, his features almost delicate. “I’m humbled by your
generosity, but I’d rather wait.” Tarun’s lips parted in a smug
smile and Umar clenched his fists so tightly his fingers ached.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Vega sneered. “I
want to watch him suck you while I fuck him. No more arguments.
I’ve had all the disobedience I can take for one night.”

Tarun knelt before Umar, his posture
anything but subservient. Umar freed his cock and presented it to
his rival. “I’m used to highly trained mouths. I better not feel a
hint of teeth.”

“You might enjoy a hint of teeth,” the
little bastard dared to say.

Umar grabbed the back of Tarun’s hair and
shoved his full length into the younger man’s mouth. “Suck hard and
use a gentle touch on my balls. His highness isn’t the only one who
is frustrated tonight.”

Vega smiled, obviously overhearing the
exchange. “We should be breaking in my new queen right now. Tarun
will have to do.” He spread Tarun’s ass cheeks and inserted a
lubricant pellet. Vega stood back and stroked himself as Tarun’s
body heat melted the outer shell, releasing the gel.

Staring into Tarun’s dark eyes, Umar rocked
in and out of his mouth. Tarun kept his lips snug and expertly
rolled Umar’s balls. Umar accepted the stimulation, while keeping
his emotions carefully distanced. He would not be jealous of this
skinny slut. Tarun was a receptacle, nothing more.

Vega loved to take his time. The pressure of
entry was often enough to trigger the king’s orgasm, so he made a
great show of penetration.

“Hold still,” Vega ordered. “Watch me honor
Tarun with my thickness.”

Umar came to rest at the back of Tarun’s
throat and tightened his fingers in the younger man’s hair. Vega
used the tip of his cock to stimulate Tarun’s anus. It was a
predictable move, one the king had used on him countless times.
Tarun moaned and arched his back, pushing up as if he was desperate
for Vega’s cock. Umar gritted his teeth. It was the same response
he generally offered.

“Oh yes.” Vega pushed, his eyes squeezed
shut. His cockhead breached Tarun’s body and Vega shivered. “So
tight.” He drove deeper. Tarun wiggled and made mewling sounds in
the back of his throat. “I remember when you were this tight.”