His perilous princess, swathed in midnight and moonlight. “Whoa,” he breathed. “You're really going for it, aren't you?”

“Oh, yes. I almost made you walk the plank, but when I looked you over, when I saw those muscles, the shape of that butt, that bulge in the front of your pants, I decided that it would be a sad waste of a prime piece of male flesh.”

“Was I the captain of the captured ship?”

She flung the stole onto the bed. “Does it matter?” She lifted her arms gracefully as she circled him, as if casting a spell. The movement lifted her bosom another tantalizing inch out of the bodice.

His eyes followed her, transfixed. “It does to me,” he admitted.

Her shoulders lifted in an indifferent shrug. “All right. Be the captain, if you like. But it makes no difference. You're just my slave now. And the more you cling to your lost power and control, the more you will suffer. Let go, slave. Give in to your new destiny.”'

His mouth dropped open in a soundless laugh. “Wow. Cruel, heartless pirate queen. I'm in truly deep shit now, huh?”

“Yes, you are,” she coolly agreed “My brawny pirate henchmen, who worship me, have dragged you down to my cabin. Your very existence now depends upon how much pleasure you give me. So get ready to exert yourself... sailor boy.”

His grin reached around to the back of his head. “When I make you scream with pleasure, will they rush in and kill me?”

“They have their orders,” she murmured coolly. “They're used to my indulgences. Take off your clothes.”

Rained voice, usually so musical and lilting, had suddenly acquired the sharp snap of authority. He leaped to obey her, fingers trembling with eagerness, and yanked off his clothes. He had a moment of doubt when she caught sight of the SIG Sauer. She blinked, but made no comment as he unbuckled the shoulder holster and placed it on the bedside table. She made an impatient gesture. He forgot about the gun and finished stripping with feverish haste, leaving his clothing in a tangled heap on the floor.

He stood in the middle of the room, stark naked and hugely erect. She began circling him again, close enough so he could smell her delicate perfume, like a mix of warm honey and violets after a rainstorm. He felt the insubstantial kiss of her breath on his shoulders, the back of his neck. Then she was touching him, her cool fingers brushing across him, measuring, petting, teasing. Cupping his balls, gripping his cock. Sliding her soft hand with agonizing slowness. Squeezing. Oh, God, this was going to kill him.

“Very nice. Big and strong and vigorous looking,” she murmured. “I haven't seen such a fine specimen in a long time.”

He tried not to groan. “Seen a lot of them, hmm?”

“Oh, more than you can imagine.” Her hands were getting warm as they brushed over his ass, gripping the hard muscle with an approving sigh. “All colors and shapes and sizes. I'm insatiable, you see. I keep them for as long as they arouse me. It's in your best interests to try very hard to please me, if you wish to stave off that inevitable day that you bore me, and I decide to make you walk the plank after all.”

“I'll do my very best,” he promised.

“Wise lad,” she murmured, her cool hands sliding tenderly over his chest, feeling every bump and hollow. “Lie down on the bed.”

Grinning seemed out of place in her fantasy scenario, but he had no control over his face. He didn't care, though. He had abandoned his brain, he was in free fall. She could do anything she liked with him. He spread-eagled himself on the bed, and grinned up at her like an idiot.

Raine sauntered up to the bed, reaching back to unhook her skirt “Do I need to tie you, or are you going to be a good boy?”

He was almost tempted. His eye fell upon the SIG on the bedside table. A tiny crumb of sanity returned, just in time. Bondage games in Victor Lazar's lair were a little too dangerous even for him to contemplate.

“I'll be good for now,” he said. “I can't speak for later.”

He groaned, almost in pain, when she let the skirt drift to the ground. It billowed and crumpled like a parachute. She kicked it away, and he stared, openmouthed, at her pale, perfect thighs, the deep blue stockings, the barely-there panties made of midnight colored lace. It all matched the outrageous blue corset thing that must have given a raging hard-on to every man at that dining table tonight.

She turned around and leaned over to unbuckle her stiletto heeled shoes. Deliberately giving him a long, mind-blowing look at her round, rosy buttocks, tenderly framed by the cock-teasing scrap of lace. She flung them away, straightened up and slowly hooked her thumbs into the panties. She tugged them down, inch by inch, until they cleared the curve of her thigh and dropped, revealing the soft puff of blond ringlets. She seized the bottom of the corset thing, paused and gave him a slow, sultry smile. She tugged it down until her taut pink nipples popped over the edge.

It was the look on her face, more than anything, that dazzled him. Fey, potent sexual magic. It made her radiant. She was a she-wolf in the moonlight; a wild, beautiful animal discovering the full extent of her power over him. She climbed up onto the bed and curled her legs under herself, trailing her fingers across his body.

He reached for her, and she slapped down his hand. “Ah, ah, ah,” she purred “Don't presume, slave. Do as you're bid.”

“Next time, I get to conquer your vessel,” he told her.

She slapped his hand away again. “You're always conquering my vessel, you big bully. Behave yourself. Or do I have to summon my brawny pirate henchmen to subdue you?”

“You're driving me nuts, Raine,” he groaned.

“Good nuts, or bad nuts?”

He shook his head, helpless, and she laughed. “It's high time you knew how  it felt,” she whispered. Her fingertip trailed down the steely, throbbing length of his penis. “My pirate henchmen love it when I torture my love slaves. Sometimes, when they're very good... I let them watch.”

“What the hell?” He surged up into the sitting position.

She shoved him back down. “Ah, ah, ah. Careful, slave.”

“You hot little bitch.” A feverish red flush suffused his face. “I'm going to make you pay for this.”

“Really?” she taunted. “Does the image bother you?” She seized his penis, murmuring in approval at his involuntary gasp. She stroked him, squeezing gently, and shocked a helpless groan out of him. “Hmm. Well, it doesn't seem to bother you,” she said, in mock puzzlement. “If I didn't know any better, I would think that it really ... excited you.”

“I thought you said you weren't an exhibitionist.”

She laughed at him softly. “I'm not, you idiot. This is just a fantasy.” She swung her thigh over his neck and straddled him, lowering her sex to his mouth. “Now shut up, sailor boy, and put your tongue to better use.”

He needed no further urging. She could reach inside him and drive him to a screaming frenzy every time, without even trying. But he had tricks of his own. He was going to use every last one of them.

Seth trapped her hips in his hands and pressed his face against her delicious cunt, wallowing in her, lapping at her with tender ferocity. He could never get enough of the sweet-salt flavor of her labia, the damp blond ringlets that shielded it, the tender, swollen little bud of her clit. Her slender, strong body flexed and arched above him, her hips jerked. She cried out wildly as she exploded, shuddering as waves of pleasure rocked through her.

He caught her, and lay her gently on her side. The fierce, conquering energy that had sustained the pirate queen's personality had been rendered down like molten gold in the forge of pleasure. She was liquid, helpless. Her hair was breaking loose of its moorings, and he plucked out the pins,

combing through it carefully with his fingers until he'd found them all. They'd done something to her hair to take the curl out. He hoped it wasn't permanent. It was still beautiful, but he liked the long ringlets better than this too perfect, satin-smooth floss.

He got up, rummaging quietly through his bag until he found the box of condoms. Raine was curled on her side on the bed, one stocking on, one off, breasts still spilling seductively out over the top of her corset. He sheathed his throbbing cock in the condom. Whatever she had in mind, he wanted to be ready for it. And if she had no further ideas, no problem. He had plenty of ideas of his own.

Raine smiled with misty pleasure, eyes still closed, when she felt his fingers at her back unhooking the tight

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