A FemDom pirate?

Post by Marianne LaCroix
www.mariannelacroix.com

I haven't posted here in a while. I apologize for missing last month. I've just been wrapped up in life and writing. I am working on a pirate novel for Ellora's Cave. It started out as a novella but has grown in concept. I missed the deadline for the Ahoy series, but it would be too long for that series anyway. Below is an unedited snippet of my book I call High Seas Hellion. Enjoy!

“I do believe you may be tolerable now.” Captain Robillard stood from her desk and she moved closer to stand close to the tub. She reached for a cloth left by one of the crew on a nearby stool and held it out to him. “Dry off.”


Her gaze challenged him to refuse, but Morgan wouldn’t back down. He gripped the sides of the tub, the metal manacles and chain clanking, and stood while water sluiced down over his body. He was hard as ever, much to her amusement. He reached for the towel, but she took a step backward and raised an eyebrow. Fully aware of her femininity, he stepped out of the tub, water rippled over his skin and onto the wood plank floor. He held out a hand and she paused a moment before handing him the cloth.

She turned her back and strode across the room. He used the few moments to dry his skin and then wrap the towel about his hips. His hard cock hardly could be covered, tenting the fabric, but at least it a resemblance of a small degree of modesty.


“Don’t bother.” Her voice cut the stillness of the room. She stood by her desk and once again reached into one of the many drawers, pulling out a carefully wrapped length of rope. “You better get used to being naked in my presence.”


“I think I’d rather be chained below with the other prisoners.”


She shook her head. “Not an option.”


“Then punish me.” Morgan silently cursed. The idea of her striking him, using pain in order to control, excited him. His cock grew harder.


“I don’t believe I gave you a choice.” She turned to him and unraveled the rope between her hands.


“I could over power you. You made no mystery of where you keep a flintlock. I could easily gain the upper hand and kill you.”


Colette snickered. “Kill me and you kill yourself.” She strode closer and the feminine scent of lilacs surrounded her, permeating his senses. She leaned to his ear and her warm breath caressed his earlobe. “If I scream or even make any noise of distress…” She flicked her tongue along his ear for a brief moment sending chills down his back. “…my crew will charge in here and surely kill you before you blink.”


He closed his eyes and forced himself to focus. Don’t think about her soft body. Don’t think about her raven hair falling about her shoulders and onto a pillow cradling her head. And most of all don’t think about sinking into her and rutting her tight wet center until he found his much needed release.


The towel fell to the floor and she reached down to his cock and gasped the length. He moaned, enjoying the warmth and the firm hold of her hand about his cock.


“I told you that I would break you.”


Defiant he opened his eyes and stared into her dark ones. “I am not a stallion to be broken of spirit to serve you.”


She squeezed his cock and he stifled a moan. “You have part of it right,” she said. “You are my steed, and rest assured, you will serve me as such.”

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