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

“Ow, ow, yes, yes, Sir, please, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“You did it because you knew what would happen and wanted and needed this. But you’ll get more than you bargained for.”

She was about to beg for mercy when he finally stopped. Though gasping and desperate to rub her scorched skin, she didn’t dare move her hands.

Seconds ticked by.

She heard him leave.

For a moment she thought he was fetching a towel to dry her off, but when he returned, he smoothed his hand over her scalded cheeks, then landed another hard smack.

“Move your feet apart, slide your hands lower, arch your back, and stick your ass out.”

Her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, she nervously followed the instruction.

“You blatantly defied me. That won’t happen again, will it, Elizabeth?”

“No, Sir.”

“Put your hands behind you and spread your cheeks.”

With hot humiliation burning across her face, she reluctantly followed his instruction.

“That’s more like it,” he muttered as his lubed finger probed her rosebud and moved in and out. “Now you’ll take my cock, won’t you, naughty girl?”

“Yes, S-Sir.”

His stiff rod suddenly demanded entry, and as she let out a cry, his fingers unexpectedly slid into her pussy.

“You’re sopping,” he grunted, his breath hot in her ear as he aggressively rubbed her clit. “Tell me what you want and where.”

“I want you to-to…”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me in the ass, please, Sir?”

As the stammered words left her lips, he pushed inside her tight, dark portal.

* * *

Moving slowly in and out of Elizabeth’s forbidden channel, Scott persisted with his erotic massage until her moans told him her arousal was building. Only then did he clutch both breasts and roughly pinch her nipples. Though she squealed loudly, he tweaked them again, before sending his hand back to her clit to continue the tantalizing torment.

As her cries grew louder, and her breathing faster, he quickened his pace, and kept his agitating fingers against her sensitive nub.

Long minutes passed.

Each time he sensed she was nearing her climax, he let his hand fall from between her legs, and stopped his salacious thrusts, but propelling his cock with greater vigor each time he started back up, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back.

“Please, Sir, please, will you keep going this time?”

“I’m not sure you deserve an orgasm,” he said huskily, lightly slapping her pussy.

“Ow, I’ll listen, I will, I swear.”

“You’re damn right you will.”

Moving his hand to her inner thighs, he landed several hard smacks to underscore his decree, and as she let out a howl, he abruptly gripped her hips and began ramming his rod with quick, powerful strokes.

Her cries suddenly stopped.

Throwing back her head, she let out a wild wail.

Staring down at her scarlet cheeks and listening to her shrieks of pleasure echo through the bathroom, his powerful climax bubbled up from somewhere deep in his soul. Groaning loudly, he surrendered to the stunning, exhilarating spasms.

Chapter 24

Stirring from a power nap and feeling Elizabeth’s luscious body curled against his, Scott savored the memory of the salacious shower and powerful orgasm that had left him divinely drained. Stretching his arms above his head, he was grateful for the much needed rest.

“What time is it?” Elizabeth murmured.

“Dinnertime,” he replied, rolling over and bringing her into his arms. “I can already taste Emily’s lasagna, which is just as well or I’d ravage you all over again.”

“And you call me insatiable.”

“You’re like warm maple syrup, sweet and luscious,” he muttered huskily. “I never want to stop lapping you up.”

“I know what you mean.”

She’d whispered the words, lightly running her fingernails down his back. As a delicious shiver rippled through him, he quickly released her and propped himself up on an elbow.

“What?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling up at him.

“You used to be a siren on the rocks.”

“No, I used to be your saucy wench.”

He laughed. “You were probably both, but if you don’t stop tempting me and get out of this bed I’ll spank you for being so fucking sexy.”

“How hard?” she purred, leaning forward and pressing her lips on his chest.

“You don’t want to find out,” he growled, her feathered kisses making him want to grab her wrists, pin her down, and utterly devour her.

“Oh, but I do,” she retorted, but quickly rolled off the bed as he reached for her arm. “You have to be faster than that, sailor,” she teased, running to her bag and pulling out clean clothes.

As he leapt from the bed and lunged toward her, she let out a squeal and darted for the door, but catching up in a heartbeat, he grabbed her around the waist, spun her around to face him, and clutched a fistful of disheveled hair.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

She paused, moved her arms around his neck, and fixed him with an unfathomable gaze. “I don’t want to.”

Her voice had been soft.

Almost somber.

An unfamiliar feeling moved through his gut.

Silent seconds passed…

“Get that lasagna in the oven,” was all he could think to say.

“Microwave or regular?”

His body relaxed, and a soft smile curled his lips. “Microwave, ten minutes on low. I’ll be with you in a jiffy.”

“Jiffy?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, now get dressed and go.”

Turning her around, he slapped her ass, then moved across to the window and stared at the ocean swallowing up the sun.

Just as she had swallowed up his heart.

He loved her.

The admission didn’t lessen the impact.

* * *

After placing the lasagna in the microwave oven and setting the table, Elizabeth found a package of dinner rolls in the refrigerator. Slicing them in half and smothering them in butter and parmesan cheese, she placed them in the oven under the broiler.

Hoping to find something for dessert, she opened a door she assumed was a pantry, only to discover a well-stocked wine closet. Searching out a cabernet, she popped the cork and set it on the table to breathe.

But she needed a drink.

Finding Reidel glasses in an overhead cabinet, she placed them on the table, poured the dark red wine, sat down and