The night air felt cool to Jasmine as she ran from Jared's cabin. Since Jared had kidnapped Jasmine from her ship, he had warned her that she would be his woman. Seduction was his weapon, slowly eating away at her senses, making her long for this rogue. No one had ever kissed her so wantonly, sealing his power over her senses with just a passionate kiss leaving Jasmine feeling heady and unsure of her own loyalties. She belonged to Lord Willows and despite the 25 year age gap and the lack of passion she felt for the man, she had promised her family to continue with the union.
She stepped up to the railing of the rolling ship and looked down into the blackness, barely seeing the swirling water below. Besides the moon and some oil lamps on deck, the night was dark. She leaned her face into the misty air and took a deep breath. His kiss had been so consuming and so...words failed her.
Captain Jared's men stood and watched the raven haired lass at the railing as he stepped onto the poop deck. He lit his cigar and the spark of light caught her attention. Twirling around toward him, her hat securing her waterfall of curls, was caught in the evening breeze and flew downward into the racing waters below. She looked at the white hat and watched it for a moment and realized that her only escape could be a jump into the swirling water.
"Come," he said simply.
She looked over her shoulder at him. It was decision time. Death in the freezing water below or life as a strumpet for the Captain? What would happen if she chose his cabin? Fear and indecision froze her as he stepped up to her.
"I can only hold back the lust of my men so far. You disobeying my order openly can lead to mutiny, Miss. So if you wish to be the play thing for them all, I say stay here on deck. But if you wish, to be my slut then come back to my cabin."
Her eyes grew wide at his words. Could he have meant what she heard? Chewing on her lip, she wondered at what to do. She looked back to the water and then slipped her finely gloved hand into his.
He closed the door behind them. A wicked grin formed on his lips as he strode past her to the chest at the end of the bed. He opened it and pulled out a black sash, a riding crop, and two pieces of rope. Closing the lid with his foot, he said, "I think it's time for you to submit your body and desires to me, slut."
She looked at the things on the bed and then back at his wicked sneer and whispered, "What do you plan for me?"
"I need a fulltime slut, my dear, and since I met you on that ship, I knew you were to be mine. I have been very patient, dear girl, but since you disobeyed me, I must punish you."
She shivered as he said, "Strip down to your pantaloons and nothing else."
"What, milord?" she asked shocked.
He grinned evilly and whispered, "Now or else I'll invite every man on board to take his turn with you."
She started to tremble but managed to untie the lacings and wiggle out of her dress and slip off her corset, leaving her in chemise and pantaloons. Slowly she slipped off her chemise, exposing her silky white breasts to him. He pulled out a few more toys from his box. He pulled out a wooden dowel that was at least six inches in length and a inch wide; two chains each with metal clips attached at each end; another rod that was two and half inches wide and shorter with a base at the end that looked square.
He looked over at her and told her not to cover up her breasts as she started to slip her arms around herself. She did as asked and he smiled at her. "You look at absolutely stunning, my dear. Come over to the bed."
She walked over to the end of the bed and he kicked his toy box out of the way. He told her to grab the two posts of the bed and he wrapped a piece of rope around her wrist and then tied her to the post. He repeated with the other wrist. He gently kicked her legs apart more and to keep balanced she leaned forward causing her ass to pop up.
He gently placed the black sash over her eyes. He whispered in her ears, "By the time we are done here tonight, you'll be begging for release, my sweet."
She shivered outwardly and waited for his next move. He was enjoying the scene she made with her beautiful breasts jutting forward and jiggling as she took deep breaths. His pants already grew tight as he picked up the crop. He sliced it through the air and she jumped.
"For jumping, you get five more lashes, slut. You will thank me for each lash and count them out. Any jumping and you get 5 added to the total."
He smacked her ass and she moaned passionately. He raised a brow when she didn't speak and whispered hotly in her ear, "Maybe bare assed you'd feel it more?"
"1 and thank you."
"Thank you, Master," he corrected as he smacked her ass again and watched it sway beneath the cotton material of her pantaloons.
"2..thank You Master," she hissed between clenched teeth as she turned her face toward him; her ass stinging as she bit down on her lip.
He gently rubbed his hand over her back and down her spine. He laced his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest as he whispered in her ear, "This is your punishment for disobeying me, sweet slut. Soon, I will give you so much more. Pain and pleasure can be blurred."
"Just get it over with," she hissed, squirming to free herself.
