Her Very Strict Captain by Carpenter, Maggie (best book club books of all time TXT) 📗

Chapter 5

Abruptly straightening up, Scott jerked Elizabeth over his knee and began slapping her backside.

“Ow, Scott, what are you—?”

“If I’m going down this road with you, no more lies,” he exclaimed, moving his hand from cheek to cheek with stinging smacks.

“Okay, okay.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, Captain!”

“And if I think you’re getting too full of yourself, you’ll be back where you are right now. Got it?”

“Yes, Captain, yes, yes, please stop.”

“I’ll stop when I’m ready,” he declared, swatting her sit spots, “and no more of that temper.”

“Ow, I’ll behave, I swear.”

“Behave, hmm… I think we’re coming to an understanding. Off my lap and get on your hands and knees.”

As she crawled on the bed, he slapped her again to hurry her along, then reached across to the small box on the shelf and retrieved a condom. Kneeling up behind her, he sheathed his stiff member, then trailed his fingers over her pussy with a feathered touch. Moaning softly and wriggling her hips, she looked at him over her shoulder with hungry eyes.

“I know what you want,” he murmured, staring at her crimson backside as he slid his fingertips down the inside of her thighs, “but I’m not sure you deserve it.”

“Probably not,” she whimpered, “but I am sorry about everything, really I am.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, Captain Scott, will you make love to me?”

“You may not be wet enough,” he teased, lightly touching her entrance.

She immediately bucked back at him.

“Keep still,” he said sternly, landing a hot smack on her sit spot.

“Ouch, I can’t help it. I want you so much.”

“Only good girls get what they want. Are you going to be a good girl, Elizabeth?”

“Yes, Captain, I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Remember, you’re not allowed to move.”

Placing a finger against her clit, he rubbed aggressively, and though she moaned loudly, she remained motionless.

“So you are capable of following orders,” he remarked. “Amazing what a good spanking can achieve, isn’t it, Elizabeth?”

“Yes, Captain,” she softly whimpered. “Thank you.”

Her unexpected words of gratitude touched his dominant soul.

Were they two sides of the same coin?

The tantalizing thought dancing through his head, he gripped her waist, placed himself at her slick entrance, and slowly pushed forward.

But closing his eyes he stayed completely still, buried inside her, relishing her warmth.

The image of the ancient cabin from his dreams suddenly flashed through his head. His wench was bent over his bed, her dress bunched up around her waist, rippling like the ocean as he plundered her pussy.

Abruptly tightening his grip, he began vigorously thrusting.

“Ooh, Scott… that’s amazing,” she panted breathlessly. “Don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop.”

But as the fantasy faded, he slowed his pace, gathering his wits and catching his breath.

It had been a fleeting but bizarre moment.

Carefully withdrawing, he stretched out on the bed, shifted her onto her side and pushed back into her passage. Fervently stroking, he moved his hands to her breasts to tweak her nipples, and dove his lips to her neck, sucking as he pinched. As he quickened his pace, her moans and whimpers soon became gasps and cries.

“I’m there,” she suddenly gasped.

“Who does your orgasm belong to?” he whispered, his lips pressed against her ear.

“You, Captain.”

“That’s right, and you can only come if I let you.”

“Ooh, please, Captain? I need to so badly.”

“Only when I say.”

“But I’m so close…”

Sliding his arm down her body and pressing his fingers against her clit, he rubbed as he thrust, accelerating and chasing his climax. With her urgent squirming and wails of pleasure feeding his arousal, he suddenly found himself at the brink.

“Give it to me now… right now…”

Barely getting the words out before his cock exploded, waves of shimmering sensations cascaded through his body evoking loud groans of immeasurable pleasure. He could hear her euphoric squeals, then abruptly jerking against him, she fell limp.

As the residual tingles receded, he closed his eyes and drifted off, but he couldn’t risk falling asleep. Moving his hands over his face, he forced himself off the bed and into the bathroom. Quickly washing, he dressed in sweatpants and a long-sleeved T-shirt.

“I’m going up on deck to check on things,” he said, standing at the cabin door.

When she didn’t respond, he assumed she was finally getting the sleep she so desperately needed.

Moving up to the salon, he picked up his phone.

He had important calls to make.

* * *

A minute after the cabin door closed, Elizabeth bolted from the bed, crept into her cabin, retrieved her phone from her bag, and hastily sent a text.

Hey, Jim. I’m okay. Scott’s taking me to a house on another island. I’m not sure about the cell service there, but I’ll send more info ASAP.

Turning it off, she snuck back to his cabin, slipped under the covers, and gratefully closed her eyes. Exhaustion swallowing her up, she sank into a deep sleep, but what felt like only a short time later, Scott shook her awake.

“Are we there already?” she mumbled groggily. “How long have I been asleep?”

“We’re almost at my base at Red Hook.”

“Your base? I thought we were going to another island.”

“We are.”

“I’m confused.”

“We’re switching yachts. You need to pack up your stuff.”

“Why?”

“Remember when we were on deck and I asked you to look around and tell me what you saw?”

“How could I forget?” she retorted, rolling her eyes.

“We never finished the conversation. I was noticing the other boats. If you were Dan, and discovered my yacht had sailed off, what would you do?”

“Uh, I suppose I’d look for it.”

“Exactly, and with the large Victoria School signage on the side of this catamaran, it’s way too easy to spot. I bought a mono-hull about a month ago. It’s nondescript.”

“But won’t it take time to get another boat prepared to leave?”

“I called ahead,” he replied hastily. “One of my guys has it ready to go. I let you sleep as long as I could.”

“Wow. Okay, I guess I’ll start packing.”

“Make it quick,” he ordered, heading out the door. “We’re almost there.”

“Uh, it might take me a little while.”

“All you have is a bag.”

She paused, searching