Pirate's Woman Page 5

  Slayter’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t say anything. Deran was already grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of drinking the expensive ale. The rest of the crew was just as pleased when they saw the barrel. Even Genoone couldn’t hide his approval. The fastest way to a pirate’s heart was through his love of alcohol. She’d just made a lot of friends on his crew.

  Deciding to leave his men to their ale, Slayter took Teyla’s hand and led her to his cabin. Once inside, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her long and thoroughly on the mouth.

  “Time to show you my appreciation,” he said.

  Teyla’s pussy quivered at the words. Although that wasn’t the main reason she had talked the Thracian leader into throwing in the new starboard engine, she was glad Slayter hadn’t forgotten his promise. It might be selfish to want to be on the receiving end, but once she was a sex slave, it was very likely the man who owned her wouldn’t worry about her pleasure much.

  “Take off your dress,” Slayter commanded softly.

  She hesitated. It was silly to be shy, especially since he had already seen her naked, but the thought of undressing in front of him made her blush. Reaching behind her, she undid the tiny hooks on the back of her dress. Heart thudding against her ribs, she slowly pushed one strap off her shoulder, then the other before allowing the dress to slide down her body.

  “Now your underwear,” he ordered.

  She did as he instructed, her fingers trembling with excitement as she unhooked her bra, then wiggled her panties over her hips. Oddly enough, even though Slayter was giving the orders, she felt like she was the one in charge, and the feeling of control it gave her was exhilarating. Slayter’s molten gaze followed her every move. The heat in his eyes made her pussy throb, and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache there.

  Tawny eyes caressed her naked body, lingering on her naked breasts for a long, breathtaking moment, before caressing her long legs, and she shivered with anticipation.

  Slayter took her hand, but instead of pulling her into his arms for another kiss like she thought he would, he led her across the cabin until she was standing under the coat rack. He tossed the leather duster aside, then gently urging her back against the wall, he took her hands and placed them above her head.

  “Don’t move,” he said.

  She obeyed, watching in confusion as he slipped the thin strip of leather that laced the top of his shirt together out of its holes. What was he going to do with that? Realization dawned on her when he expertly wrapped the leather around her wrists, then looped it around one of the pegs above her head. A little tremor of excitement course through her. Oh.

  Slayter leaned close and put his mouth to her ear. “To show you just how much I appreciate all your hard work at the negotiation table today, I’m going to make love to every inch of your beautiful body. Would you like that?”

  The feel of his warm breath on her skin made Teyla quiver almost as much as the erotic image his words conjured up, and she could only let out a breathy, “Mmm.”

  He pulled back to gaze down at her. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I would like that.”

  Hands braced against the wall to either side of her, Slayter slowly trailed a path of hot kisses down the curve of her arm. Even though she had no desire to free herself, Teyla couldn’t help but wiggle against her bonds a little, just to see how secure they were. They weren’t tight, but they weren’t loose enough for her to free her hands, either. That knowledge excited her even more and she almost wished Slayter would forget about his promise to make love to her whole body and bury himself in her pussy instead. As he very carefully licked and nibbled on the inside of her elbow, however, she changed her mind. This slow exploration of his might be fun.

  Teyla sighed as he pressed light, little kisses along the curve her jaw, parting her lips in anticipation. But instead of covering her mouth with his, Slayter teased her lips with featherlight kisses that made her tingle all the way to the tips of her toes. She squirmed, wanting to grab a handful of hair and pull him down for a real kiss. The fact that she couldn’t only made what he was doing that much more arousing, and she moaned as he teasingly traced her lips with his again.

  “Kiss me,” she begged.

  He cupped her chin in his big hand, his mouth hovering just above hers for an excruciating moment before he finally captured her lips in a long, hot kiss. She whimpered when he lifted his head, about to beg him to kiss her again, but the words disappeared as he slowly kissed his way down her neck to pay attention to her breasts.

  Palming them gently in his hands, he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then bent his head to close his mouth over the other. Teyla gasped as he suckled on it. Her nipples were even more sensitive than they’d been last night, and she wondered if it was because she was tied up. Was that secretly submissive side she didn’t know she had coming out again? Was she all hot and bothered because she knew the pirate could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be powerless to stop him? Maybe. But only because she instinctively knew Slayter wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do.

  And right now, she wanted him to keep doing exactly what he was doing.

  Slayter swirled his tongue ’round and ’round her areola with methodical slowness, drawing the bud into his mouth again and again until she was panting for breath. Only then did he move to her other breast so he could do the same to that nipple. In between licks, he nipped gently at it with teeth. The sensation sent tremors through her and she had to bite her lip to keep from squealing.

  When he finally lifted his head after several long, delicious moments, she hoped he might treat the first nipple to an encore performance, but he dropped to his knees and slowly kissed his way down her stomach. Her pulse quickened as she realized where he was going. Slayter had not only initiated her to the act of giving oral sex the night before, but receiving it as well. The orgasm he’d given her had been out of this galaxy and she suddenly couldn’t wait to feel his mouth on her clit again.

  Instead of heading directly there, though, Slayter stopped halfway to make a few teasing circles around her bellybutton with his tongue before moving lower. Teyla caught her breath, surprised at how erotic it had felt, and almost wished he’d spend a little more time on that part of her anatomy. Almost. Her pussy was tingling too much to be ignored.

  Although Slayter lifted one of her legs to balance her foot on his shoulder, he didn’t put his mouth on her clit immediately, but pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of first one thigh, then the other. His silky hair tickled where it brushed against her skin, and she had to bite her lip as a tremor went through her. Spreading her lips with the fingers of his free hand, he slowly ran his tongue up one side of the slick folds of her pussy, then the other. Teyla moaned every time he came near her clit, but he didn’t lick her there. The urge to grab his head and put his tongue exactly where she wanted it was almost too much to take, and she strained at the leather holding her captive. The bindings refused to give even a little, though, and that made the torment even sweeter.

  After one more swipe along her lips, Slayter looked up at her, his eyes like liquid fire. “Tell me what you want.”

  Teyla gazed down at him in confusion for a moment, too dazed by the feel of his tongue on her to even think straight. “I—I want you to lick me.”

  “Where do you want me to lick you?”

  Color suffused her face. He wanted her to say it out loud? She wet her suddenly dry lips. “My clit.”

  His sensuous lips curved into a satisfied smile, as if he’d won a victory. But as he leaned forward to flick the sensitive nub with his tongue, she decided she was the victor in this little game they were playing.

  “You taste so good,” he rasped as he made lazy circles ’round and around her clit with his tongue.

  Teyla arched against him, her hands balling into fists above her head. “Just like that,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”

  He ti
ghtened his grip on her ass cheek, moving his tongue more firmly and deliberately, almost insistently, on her clit. He’d had her on the edge with his teasing since he’d tied her up, so it didn’t take long for her to orgasm. The sensation centered directly on her clit, then gradually spread through her entire body until she was trembling all over. Teyla opened her mouth to scream, but as her climax continued to build to a crescendo, the cries were trapped in her throat and she could only writhe against her bonds.

  She struggled at the leather holding her prisoner, though whether it was so she could hold him in place or grab him by the hair and drag his mouth away, she wasn’t sure. As Slayter lapped at her clit over and over, the pleasure became so intense that she would have collapsed if she hadn’t been tied up. Bound like she was, though, she was helpless to do anything except ride out the waves of ecstasy as one orgasm after another coursed through her body.

  Slayter didn’t stop licking her until he had wrung every bit of pleasure from her body and when he was done, all she could do was lean back against the wall and try to catch her breath. She was barely even aware he’d lowered her leg until he pressed another tender kiss to the inside of each thigh and rose to his feet.

  He threaded his hand into her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her. He tasted of her juices, sweet and just a little bit musky, and she was amazed at how pleasant the flavor was. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, giving it a little tug.

  “You drive me crazy, do you know that?” he demanded hoarsely, his breath hot against her cheek. “Your scent. Your taste. Your kiss. I can’t get enough of you.”

  Teyla opened her mouth to tell him he affected her just the same, but his mouth was on hers again. When he finally lifted his head, she was breathless and weak in the knees. She blinked up at him, waiting for him to untie her and take her to bed, but he surprised her by spinning her around so she was facing the wall. Confused, she looked at him over her shoulder, but he slid an arm around her waist, molding her naked body against his fully clothed one. His cock strained against the front of his breeches, hot and hard where it pressed into her ass.

  Slayter slid his hand up her stomach to cup her breast, his thumb and forefinger squeezing the stiff nipple he found there while he ran his other hand over her ass in a loving caress. Teyla sighed, only to let out a startled gasp when she felt his hand come down on her cheek a moment later. Then, before she even realized what he was doing, he lifted his hand and brought it down in several more quick smacks. The spanking caught her off guard and she was about to ask what he was doing when she discovered the feel of his hand smacking her ass was creating the most delicious throb between her legs.

  He alternated from one cheek to the other, spanking her with an easy rhythm that had her “ooohing” and “aaahing” as much as squealing from the heat spreading across her cheeks, and she almost begged him for more when he stopped to give her ass a firm squeeze. His hand was cool on her red-hot skin, and she moaned. Slayter chuckled, the deep sound sending delightful shivers racing all over her body even as he backed away. She looked over her shoulder at him, wondering what he was doing, and was relieved to see him taking off his clothes.

  Naked, he stepped up behind her, pressing his hard, muscular body against hers as he trailed hot kisses down her neck. She let her head fall back against his shoulder with a soft sigh, loving the way his hard cock pressed insistently against her tingling bottom. The spanking he’d given her had been fun, but she liked this even more. She rotated her hips, rubbing her ass against his erection. The husky groan in her ear told her Slayter approved.

  Her breath quickened as he cupped her breasts with both hands. Between his fingers on her nipples, his hard shaft grinding against her ass cheeks and his mouth on her neck, there were so many sensations it was difficult to concentrate on any one of them. And Slayter wasn’t done yet.

  He slid one hand up to gently caress her neck before moving up to lightly trace the outline of her lips with his fingers. She moaned, practically dizzy from his touch. What he was doing felt so incredible she thought she might actually have an orgasm just from that. Before she could find out, however, he pulled his teasing fingers away from her mouth and slowly slid them down between her breasts to the damp curls between her thighs. He slipped his hand between her legs and slid his finger deep inside her wetness.

  Teyla inhaled sharply, her pussy instinctively clenching around his finger as he moved it back and forth. He kept his movements slow at first, then gradually picked up speed until she was on the verge of coming. Then he backed off, sliding his finger out of her pussy before she could climax.

  She groaned in frustration.

  Behind her, Slayter chuckled.

  Forgetting for the moment that this was about teaching her how to be a good sex slave, Teyla was about to demand he stop teasing her when she felt Slayter grasp her hips. Giving them a little tug, he pulled her into the perfect position for him slide his cock into her from behind. They both let out a groan of satisfaction as he sank himself as deep inside her as he could go.

  She held her breath, waiting for him to thrust, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned close and put his mouth to her ear.

  “Ask me to fuck you,” he ordered softly.

  She automatically opened her mouth to obey, but nothing came out. She wasn’t sure if she could say something so naughty.

  “Ask me to do it, Teyla,” he repeated, his voice husky, almost compelling as he ground his hips in gentle circles. “Or I won’t.”

  Teyla caught her lower lip between her teeth, shuddering at the feel of his shaft pulsing inside her. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  His breath stirred her hair. “I didn’t hear you. Say it louder.”

  She ignored the blush that rushed into her cheeks, glad he couldn’t see it. “Fuck me,” she said, louder this time. “Please fuck me.”

  Slayter obeyed, his cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy with almost agonizing slowness. He was going to drive her crazy like this.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  “Fuck you harder, you mean?” he asked, pumping into her just as gently.

  Her color deepened. “Yes. Fuck me harder!”

  He did, the force of his thrusts pushing her forward, and she grabbed onto the hook she was tied to so she could push back. Holding on to her with one hand, he buried the other in her long hair and tugged gently. The primal show of dominance made her tingle all the way down to her toes, reminding her of just how much she liked playing the submissive role. That, combined with Slayter pounding wildly into her, sent her over the edge into oblivion, and she cried out as her orgasm surged through her. As Slayter’s groans of release joined her screams to echo around the cabin, she found herself wishing she could be with him like this forever.

  Chapter Three

  Teyla didn’t know what was better, the feel of Slayter’s strong, muscled arm wrapped around her when she woke up the next morning, or the lingering sensations from last night’s sex lessons. Not only were her arms a little sore from being tied up, but her ass still tingled from the spanking he’d given her. Then again, that part might just be her imagination. Or wishful thinking. She’d never been spanked before, so she wasn’t sure. Getting her bottom warmed had been a very erotic experience, especially since it had been followed by such incredible sex.

  Her lips curved at the memory. Saying it had been “incredible” was an understatement. It had been extraordinary. She’d learned that sex could be very enjoyable, even amazing, the first night on board, but she had no idea it could be so perfect. When Slayter was inside her, it was like she was transported to a world of pure pleasure. Even now, hours later, she swore she could still feel the warmth of his cum in her pussy.

  She wondered if sex would be as breathtaking with the man who bought her, but sadly dismissed the thought. As a slave, her pleasure probably wouldn’t be part of the equation. It would be about pleasing her master. Even if she was fortunate to have an owner who considered her needs, sh
e couldn’t imagine how the sex could ever be as wonderful as it was with Slayter. She might not have a lot of experience on the subject, but instinct told her the ship-shaking good sex she and Slayter had been engaging in had everything to do with the man she was with. It made her wish her father had handed her over to the pirate as payment instead of suggesting he sell her on the auction block. There was no guarantee Slayter would have agreed to the deal, especially since apparently women weren’t common on pirate ships, but she certainly would have been happy with the arrangement. Besides being an animal in bed—or wherever else they made love, she thought with a grin—he actually listened to her when she talked, whether what she had to say was as important as suggesting he barter with the Thracians or as simple as what she wanted for dinner. That was rather unusual trait for a man, at least in her experience.

  She stifled a snort. What was she doing? This wasn’t some romantic fairy tale. Slayter might be polite and attentive and listen to her when she talked, but he wasn’t her soul mate no matter how perfectly their bodies fit together. He was only teaching her about sex so she’d fetch him a handsome profit when they reached Arkhon. It was sound business practice. Nothing more.

  Maybe, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy it. Or pretend they had a future together for a just a little while, she thought as she felt Slayter’s arm tighten around her.

  He nuzzled her neck. “Good morning.”

  The trace of scruff on his jaw tickled where it scraped her skin, sending shivers through her. She wrapped her arm around his, intertwining their fingers. “Good morning to you. Did you sleep well?”

  He pulled her closer, molding her more firmly to him. “Considering we were up most of the night, very well. I could sleep a few more hours, though.”

  She laughed as she felt his hard cock press against her ass. “I don’t know about that. You seem to be wide awake to me.”

  He chuckled, the sound soft and erotic in her ear. “You have that effect on me.”