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  “This is the closest I’ve come on land to standing on the deck of a ship,” Carlos said. “Especially when the wind is blowing.”

  A soft breeze ruffled his hair. Roxanne felt it through the thin fabric of her dress.

  “Why a pirate?” he asked.

  Roxanne’s heart rate sped up. How much could she tell him?

  “He’d be dangerous.”

  “With an eye patch and a parrot and a peg leg?”

  Roxanne laughed.

  “Or a broad sword in his belt and a whip in his hand?” He circled her, watching for her reaction. “Does he order you around?” His eyes gleamed. “Threaten you if you misbehave?” He was getting too close for comfort. He seemed to realize this. He smiled, still circling. “Well, my pretty miss, you’re going to walk the plank unless you’re a good girl and do what I tell you.” He stopped in front of her. “Take off your dress.”

  There was an edge to his voice Roxanne hadn’t heard before. “And if I don’t?”

  He spanked her backside so hard she jumped.

  “Ow!” She rubbed the sore spot where he’d struck.

  “I said, take it off.”

  “Out here? What about the neighbors?”

  “There are no neighbors on the high seas.” He spanked her again.

  “All right!” She pulled the zipper that ran along the side of the dress from her armpit to her waist. She untied the halter from around her neck and let it fall. She dropped the dress at her feet. She shivered slightly. She was naked except for the thin silk of her panties. Her long hair tickled the skin on her back.

  He whistled. “Now here’s a treasure worth fighting for!” He traced a path with one finger from her chin down her neck and around the curve of one breast.

  “What’s your pleasure, sir?” she asked in her most submissive voice.

  He grinned. “A wench at my beck and call.” He played with her nipple, pinching it lightly. “A wench to suit my mood, whether it is gentle and sweet.” He stroked her other breast, his gaze still on her face. “Or hard and nasty.” His hand caught a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “One who is mine.” He held her so tightly she could not move. “All mine!” His mouth went to her breast and he took her nipple in his mouth.

  She moaned softly.

  “I claim you. You belong to me!” He gave her a hard, bruising kiss on her mouth then loosened his grasp on her hair and kissed her again, softer this time, his lips parting to taste her. She could not get enough of his mouth but sought him again and again.

  “It isn’t fair,” she said. “You still have all your clothes on.” She loosened his tie and pulled it away from his neck. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose from his pants. He helped her with the cuffs. His shirt was soon on the grass with her dress.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. He let out a soft sigh. His erection tented his pants. She pulled his belt free and lowered his zipper. His cock sprang out. She pulled his pants to his ankles and knelt in the grass before him. She stroked the shaft of his beautiful thick cock then circled the tip with her tongue.

  “Oh yes, wench,” he said. “You serve me well.”

  She laughed and helped him step out of his pants.

  “I know of only one thing sweeter than a wench at my feet, and that is to see her in my bed, bound and at my mercy.”

  “As you wish, sir.”

  She took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. The sounds he made delighted her.

  “Oh yes,” he said. He held her head gently between his hands. His cock hardened and lengthened to its fullest. “Oh yes.”

  A terrible stinging on her left knee made her jump. “Ow! Something stung me!” She stood and rubbed her knee.

  “Nothing like a little pain to sweeten the pleasure, but I think it’s time to take this party inside.” He picked her up and draped her across his shoulder.

  “I can walk,” she said.

  “I like it better this way,” he answered. He gave her a light smack on her bottom. “Stop wriggling.” He carried her into the house, through the living room and into his bedroom where he dropped her on his low, king-size bed.

  She sprawled on the bed and spread her legs open, anticipating him.

  He looked down at her, his mouth in his caveman smirk, his cock stiff as a wood pole. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” He grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. He pulled her panties off and pushed her legs open. He fell to his knees between her legs and licked the inside of her leg and then licked all around her opening. He pressed his tongue into her.

  Roxanne moaned and grasped the sheet beneath her. She felt as if she were melting into his mouth, her flesh dissolving under his tongue. She arched her pelvis and held her breath—she was so close to coming. His tongue worked her clit furiously and sparks flew.

  She whimpered at the intensity of the sensation. She pushed his head away. “Come to me,” she said. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  He took a condom from the low table next to the bed and unrolled it on his cock.

  She sat up and reached for him. He pushed her back onto the bed.

  “I want to lead this dance.” He pulled her hips to him so that her buttocks were almost off the bed, her feet resting on the floor. He rubbed his cock against her opening, entering her just a little. “Tell me you want me!”

  “Oh Carlos, I want you so much!”

  “Look at us, Roxanne.” He lifted her by the shoulders. She straightened her arms and rested her weight on her hands on the bed. She looked between her legs at the thick shaft of his cock pushing into her. “All through dinner I thought of you like this, your hair wild around your face, your breasts quivering.” He thrust deep into her. “Oh God, Roxanne. I want to fill you up!”

  He pulled her farther off the bed so her inner thighs now rested on the tops of his legs, her head and shoulders on the mattress. He braced his arms on the bed and leaned against her. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing her calves on the hard muscle of his ass and pulled him as deep as she could. She shut her eyes, relishing the exquisite sensation as her clit was rubbed and ground against his pubic bone and the walls of her passage thrilled to his thrusts.

  “Look at me,” he said. He kissed her as though he were trying to get as deep in her mouth as he was inside of her.

  She clutched his arms, her grip on him tightening as the sensations intensified. She was at the top and opened as wide as she could go. She cried out and was held on the peak for longer than she’d ever thought possible as pleasure rippled through her.

  “Oh Carlos! Carlos!” She gasped and laughed, the intensity of all she was feeling was so strong, so surprising.

  He grabbed her ass and squeezed her hard. He groaned and stiffened.

  “Roxanne!”

  His cock pulsed inside her, again then again.

  His grip on her slackened. He pulled his softening cock from her and rolled himself to the floor, pulling her on top of him. She buried her head in the space between his neck and shoulder and they sat for a while—she straddling him, he with his arms wrapped around her—until they had breath to speak.

  “Was that worth the wait?” she asked. She kissed him softly.

  “Oh yes. Well worth it.” He sighed deeply.

  She slipped off him and sat at his side, leaning against the bed.

  He threaded his fingers through hers. “I have to confess, I’m tired. It was a long night, a long day.”

  “Don’t apologize. I’m not exactly a night owl myself. It’s fine with me if we go to sleep now.”

  “We’ll stay out late tomorrow, I promise. Are you thirsty? Can I get you something to drink first?”

  She smiled. “What are you offering me?”

  “Anything you’d like. I’ll make you tea or coffee or bring you some wine.” He raised their united hands to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand. “Anything you’d like.”

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bsp; She could tell his offer had less to do with her thirst than his desire to please her.

  “I’d like a glass of ice water.”

  “Water it is. I’ll get it for you. The guest bathroom is across the hall. You can have it all to yourself.”

  He brought her suitcase to the bedroom. She took out her toiletry case and brought it into the bathroom. She admired the white marble tile that covered every inch of the floor, walls and the slab of marble that held the sink. She looked in the mirror.

  “He sent me poetry and took me dancing. We’ll sleep together and wake up together. We’ll have breakfast and make love again.” She sighed happily and brushed her teeth.

  He was in bed with the top sheet and blanket pulled up. Her glass of water was on the table on the right side. She climbed into bed next to him. He dimmed the overhead light and pulled her close.

  “Was I too rough?” he whispered.

  “No, but I can tell you like to be in control.”

  “Yes, I do. You have to tell me if you don’t like how I touch you.” He kissed her shoulder.

  “So far that hasn’t been a problem.”

  “Even when I tied you up?”

  “I liked the tying part. I only objected to the means of extrication.”

  He kissed her neck. “If I promised to untie you, would you trust me to do it again?”

  Would she? She would. “Yes.”

  He curved his hand around her breast. “How does your pirate tie you?”

  She held her breath. She had never revealed any of her fantasies to Paul. “Black silk ribbons on my wrists, ankles and thighs.”

  He pressed her to him. She had the feeling he was smiling. She wanted him to know everything. “And sometimes he drips hot wax on me.”

  “Hot wax?”

  His body shook slightly as he tried to stifle his laughter. She smiled and closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms.

  Chapter Twelve

  Roxanne dreamed she was on her knees before a hole in a carpet that grew larger as she desperately tried to knit the fraying fibers back together. She could see blue sky through the hole and knew if she failed, she would fall through the hole and be lost. And then she fell. She woke with a start, her heart racing. It was a familiar dream, but she was in an unfamiliar place. Soft light was visible under the window blinds. Birds sang outside. The man next to her breathed quietly in his sleep.

  She turned on her side to examine him. Carlos slept on his belly, his face turned away from her. His hands clutched the pillow on which his head rested. It was ten minutes after seven. She should let him sleep. She was an early riser, but he might like to sleep late on weekends. He had woken her in the dark, touching her gently. They had made love tenderly and fallen back to sleep in each other’s arms.

  Desire stirred in her again. She admired his strong shoulders, the muscles in his back, the white line of his scar. How had he gotten the scar? She would have to ask him. There was so much she had to learn about him. She thought about the way he touched her, the way he moved when he was inside her, the way he took control. He was a fabulous lover. She leaned over and sniffed his neck, trying not to disturb him, relishing his smell, the pungent mixture of sweat and musk.

  Carefully she pulled the sheet down his body. Here was the long sweep of his spine leading down to the curve of his buttocks. His skin had an all-over olive cast with just the faintest hint of paler skin beginning low on his waist and over his hard cheeks. She squeezed her legs together to dampen her lust, but the urge to press her skin against his became too great to resist. Gently, she ran her fingers along his spine. He seemed so vulnerable in his sleep, so easy for her to take. She thought about the fantasy of her pirate on his knees. She could not imagine Carlos submitting to anyone, but could not help a spark of pleasure at the thought. She wanted power over him. It seemed only fair, all he had to do was touch her and she melted. She wanted to turn the tables on him. She kissed the top of his ass; let her fingers stroke down to his thighs and between his legs.

  He turned his head and grunted faintly. His eyes were still closed. She kissed along his spine. She wanted to possess him as he possessed her, leaving her no space for anything or anyone else. She wanted to sink her nails into him, sink her teeth into his skin. She wanted to claim him. She bit him hard on the lush curve of his ass.

  In one quick motion he turned and grabbed her. He brought her face down across his legs and gave her a hard stinging smack on her ass.

  She yelped.

  He let her go.

  She rolled off of him, sat at the foot of the bed and glared at him.

  “Don’t spank me!” she said indignantly.

  “Don’t bite my ass.” He stretched his arms and legs. “Mmm. I hope you slept well, I did.” He sat up and reached for her. “Come here and I’ll be nice to you.”

  She pulled away from him. “No!”

  “Come on, Roxanne,” he said in a cajoling voice.

  “No.” She stood up. She would show him. “I’m going to take a shower.” She took a few steps toward the door.

  He lunged from the bed and caught her.

  “Let me go!” She struggled to pull away from him. He laughed and carried her back to the bed. She tried to kick him. He flipped her over onto her stomach and held her wrists over her head. He lay on top of her, his weight holding her down.

  “I can be rough or gentle, it’s your choice, but I’m having you.”

  His pressure on her eased slightly. She instinctively raised her hips to push him off. His free hand slid under her belly and between her legs. His fingers slid over her pubic hair and brushed her clit. She arched her back. “No!” she said again, but her body betrayed her. She was wet and his finger dipped into her moisture.

  “Ohh.” The sound escaped her lips before she could bite it back.

  “Which is it, Rox, ‘no’ or ‘oh’?”

  He rolled onto his side, lifting her along with him. His finger traced the edge of her labia. He tapped gently on her clit and then resumed circling.

  She wanted more than circling, more than tapping. She wanted to open for him. She lifted her right leg and draped it over his thigh.

  “I guess ‘oh’ wins,” he said. He chuckled.

  “Don’t be so smug,” she told him. “I’m just using you.”

  He laughed and released his hold on her wrists. He lay back on the bed and pulled a pillow behind his head. “Sit on my face,” he told her.

  She was shocked at the directness of his request. “I’d feel…awkward.”

  He sat up and took her by the arms. “Don’t think—just do what I tell you. Hold on to the headboard and spread your legs wide and let me come in under you.”

  His fingers brushed her lips. She could smell her scent.

  “I want this,” he said.

  She obeyed him.

  He reached for something from the bedside table then slid in under her.

  Like a mechanic about to examine the underside of a car, she thought. The point of his warm, wet tongue traced her opening and she forgot all about mechanics and cars. She mouthed “Oh” and “Oh” and gripped the leather headboard. She shut her eyes and gave herself up to the wonderful sensation. His hands sought her breasts, caressed them, squeezed them. One hand dropped away, and when it returned, it poured something cool and slick in the crevice between her buttocks. A finger slipped in and slid into her anus. The slight pressure added to the depth of sensation. She arched her back and cried out. Carlos rubbed his mouth and jaw hard against her clit and labia. His moustache and unshaven cheeks and chin were rough on her tender skin but she couldn’t pull away. The spasms of her climax shook her and flooded her with feeling. She pulled away, so overwhelmed with sensation she couldn’t bear any more contact.

  “Turn around but stay on top of me.” He handed her a condom.

  Once again, she obeyed him. She slipped down his torso and grasped the base of his cock. She meant to tease, but he had other ideas. He gave her a sharp slap on her
ass. “I don’t want to wait!” he said. “I need you now!”

  She plunged down on him. He filled her so completely she couldn’t move at first, but he squeezed her ass, demanding action, and she complied. She moved slowly against him, her body gripped his cock, and then her hips moved, began to move as though he had thrown a switch inside her. She pummeled her hips against him, and though she could have sworn she could not have an orgasm in this position, the friction she created spread an incredible heat through her body, and then Carlos pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and that was all she needed to be swept up into the stratosphere, and she cried, “Oh yes!”

  His pelvis arched under her and his legs stiffened. He grasped her ass so hard it hurt. He groaned and pulsed inside her.

  A second passed before he relaxed his grip and let her fall to the bed.

  She lay between his legs, her head on the sheet, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. He gently raised her off his body and pulled away.

  “You’re free to shower now,” he told her.

  She looked up at him from under the tangle of her hair. “You won’t always win,” she said.

  He smirked at her. “There’s a bathrobe in the bathroom closet. It’s for you. I thought you’d like the color.”

  She did like the color—a deep cobalt blue.

  Roxanne wiped the steam from the mirror. The woman who looked back at her had an expression of absolute contentment. “Be careful,” she warned her reflection. “You look too happy.”

  Carlos was in the kitchen. His hair was damp. He was wearing khaki pants and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up below his elbows. He was squeezing oranges. Roxanne smelled coffee.

  “I have to do laundry,” she told him. “I didn’t bring enough clothing.” She was still wearing her new robe.

  “First things first,” Carlos said. He crossed the room to her, took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back slightly. He kissed her gently on the mouth. She tasted toothpaste and the smoky something that was his unique flavor, a flavor that made Roxanne sigh each time. “Good morning,” he said. He kissed her again.