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Her plan to get rid of Emily had worked splendidly so far. It had gone far better than she had expected. Tempers between Roderick and Emily had been fraught from day one of the holiday. The theft of Emily’s handbag had been the final straw and Judy had only to stand back and watch her plans come to fruition.

After the argument she had travelled with Roderick and deftly guided him on the swiftest route away from the village. On the return journey, she had warned him about driving too fast and suggested the occasional ‘detour’ that would hasten their arrival.

They returned six hours after leaving and Judy had not been surprised to discover that her rival was gone.

‘And it’s all thanks to you,’ she said, walking over to the handbag on her bedside cabinet. She glanced at Emily’s initials, monogrammed in silver on the clasp. Her lip curled into a sneer and she snatched the bag open. Without bothering to look at them, Judy tipped the contents into the waste-bin at the side of her bed. She glanced at the rubbish, noting the passport and foreign currency that lay there. Reaching into the bin, she pulled out a half-used pack of cigarettes and a gold-plated cigarette lighter. Then she dropped the handbag on top of the rubbish.

Lighting one of the smokes, she lay back on the bed and inhaled deeply. As her fingers toyed idly with the lips of her pussy, she lay back and blew tiny smoke circles towards the ceiling. Waves of pleasure began to emanate from her clitoris and she smiled happily. Things were working out just perfectly.

Things happened in such a whirl that Emily was left dizzy and terrified. Captain Wilde appeared in the main hatch, a thunderous expression darkening his face. He still held his wicked-looking cane and his black shorts bulged with the swell of his erection. Emily stared apprehensively at him. A flock of butterflies began to flap their wings in the pit of her stomach.

‘Who the fuck is she?’ he demanded.

Laura, the statuesque blonde, shrugged. ‘I have no idea. She speaks English.’

He grunted humourless laughter. ‘She would. Hold this.’ He passed his cane to the woman and reached down for Emily. ‘You’re coming with me,’ he told her firmly. Ignoring her cries of protest, Captain Wilde dragged Emily away from the pilothouse and towards the main deck.

‘Stop,’ she hissed. ‘Don’t. You can’t do this to me.’

Effortlessly, he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder. He did this so casually she felt like nothing more than a rag doll in his arms. Beating his back with her fists and kicking her legs wildly in the black night, she cursed and screamed angrily for him to put her down.

He laughed darkly, untroubled by her insults.

‘You can’t do this to me, you bastard,’ Emily sobbed, striking her hands against his broad muscular shoulders. ‘You can’t do this to me.’

‘You’re a stowaway aboard my vessel,’ he growled softly. ‘I can do whatever I fucking want.’ With a whisper of dark merriment he added, ‘Would you like to stop hitting my back before you hurt me? I’ve already decided to punish you. You don’t want to make it worse for yourself by upsetting me.’

His words were spoken so calmly that Emily felt chilled by the subtle threat. Five minutes ago she had watched this man beat a woman’s bare arse, striking blow after blow with careless disregard for her feelings. As she watched, she had wondered how exciting it would feel to endure such an episode. Now, on the brink of finding out, she realised the appetite of her curiosity was not quite so ravenous.

He hurled her from his shoulder and threw her against the mast. Like mythical creatures of the night, the brilliant white sails of the clipper rustled all around them. For an instant she was lost in a strange world of her own rising panic. There was no light on the upper deck and aside from the natural luminescence of the sails, she was shrouded in darkness. Her terror increased when she felt the captain’s hands on her body.

She was lifted from her feet and pushed roughly against the hard wooden mast. Before she could raise a word of protest, Emily found herself tied to the huge round pole. Her hands were behind her back, well and truly secured by a long thin rope wound tightly around her wrists. She could move her feet, but that did not help in any way. Unused to the tilt and roll of the boat, she needed to keep them firmly on the deck to stop herself from toppling.

She was firmly bound and unable to escape. As her eyes got used to the darkness, she could make out the captain’s silhouette before her. Fear and apprehension clouded all other thoughts. Her breathing quickened and her body shivered uncontrollably. She stared angrily at the captain.

He was glancing over his shoulder and Emily saw Laura approach, offering him his cane. He thanked her and turned to face Emily. He studied her slowly for a moment, his gaze taking in her exposed breasts, and the skimpy, soiled bikini bottoms she wore. A wry smile twisted his lips.

‘Undress her,’ he snapped sharply.

Laura walked over to Emily’s side and quickly obeyed the captain’s instructions. She released the clasp at the back of the strapless bikini top. Her hands encircled Emily’s torso and brushed almost casually against the swell of her breasts. Then the garment was being moved away from her.

Emily watched as Laura tossed it overboard. The flimsy piece of fabric was visible for an instant, flying towards the rails at the starboard side. Then it was gone, snatched into the black velvety waters of the night.

Emily swallowed uneasily when she felt the woman’s hands on her hips. Warm fingers reached inside the tops of her bikini bottoms. The woman hooked her thumbs into the pants and slowly slid them down to Emily’s ankles. As they were drawn down, Emily was aware of Laura’s fingers stroking slowly against the cool flesh of her legs.

‘Don’t do this to me,’ Emily gasped, her cheeks burning bright red with a mixture of fury and embarrassment. ‘I’ll apologise. I’ll say I’m sorry and you can throw me overboard but don’t do this to me.’ Her words tapered off helplessly, tinged with a pathetic note of desperation.

She saw the captain exchange a glance with Laura. Then he turned and smiled at Emily. ‘Which tabloid do you work for?’ he asked crisply.

Emily blinked and shook her head, wondering if she had heard him correctly. ‘Tabloid? I don’t work for a tabloid.’

He raised his cane and slowly stroked the tip of it across her bare breast. It was almost a seductive movement but Emily still tried to flinch away from it. She stared down at the wicked length of the implement as it touched her exposed orb. Her heart was pounding quickly and she could feel her tired and aching arms trembling with fear. Distantly, she realised that her nipple was standing erect as the cane passed against it.

‘Stop with the play-acting and tell me why you’re here,’ Captain Wilde snapped. ‘I’m not renowned for my patience, and I don’t think you want to see my unpleasant side, do you?’

Emily shivered. A cool breeze touched her naked body but it did not chill her. She was staring at the source of her tremor as he raised the cane above his head. ‘Untie me,’ she hissed. ‘I don’t work for a tabloid. I’m here accidentally and I’ll happily go away if you just untie me.’ This time she heard her words come out as a ragged plea.

He lowered his cane and for an instant, Emily wondered if he was going to release her. He moved slowly towards her, his cruel lips grinning broadly. She could feel his naked chest brushing her breasts as he pressed himself close against her. His face was next to hers and his warm breath blew softly on her cheek. The swell of his erection pushed at her stomach through his shorts. She was simultaneously chilled and excited by his nearness.

Captain Wilde pressed his mouth over Emily’s and kissed her.

She tried to move her mouth away but the binding on her wrists was secure. His body was hard and lean against her. His hands held her hips and stroked the tops of her thighs. Then he was pulling her pelvis and rubbing himself against it. Distantly she realised he was simulating intercourse.

Emily realised she should have been shivering with revulsion. She was tied to a mast, being manhandled by the brutal bastard who had thrown her there. She should have been screaming for him to release her and get his filthy hands away.

Instead, her treacherous body responded eagerly to the captain’s touch. Her nipples were hardened buds that yearned for him to touch them. The tingling between her legs was a dull throb that begged to be satisfied. She tried to move her mouth away from his, unhappy with the vulnerability of her situation. Her breathing had deepened and she could taste the erotic flavour of her own arousal. Conflicting emotions whirled inside her. She wanted to be away from the man – a million miles away. At the same time she wanted to be a lot closer.

‘What’s your name?’ he whispered quietly.

She drew a ragged breath. ‘Emily.’

He nodded, his lips rubbing gently against her face. His hands moved up her body and began to stroke the soft flesh of her breasts. His thumbs pressed against her nipples, teasing them casually beyond the point of erection. Then he was tweaking the flesh playfully between the tips of his fingers. ‘And why are you here, Emily?’

She moaned softly. ‘I was alone and stranded in that last village you stopped at,’ she said quickly. Her words were broken by the heady depths of her arousal. ‘I needed to get out of there, and I had no other way of doing it. I saw your boat, climbed on board and stowed away in the lifeboat.’

He nodded, his fingers teasing the flesh of her nipple to a state of pleasure she would never have anticipated. His lips caressed the soft flesh of her neck, just below her ear. ‘Is that the best story you can come up with?’

She gasped miserably. ‘It’s the truth,’ she told him. Emily desperately wanted him to believe her and release her from the mast.

He moved slightly away from her. His hand fell from her breast and brushed casually against the thick swatch of her dark pubic bush. His fingers rubbed slowly against the lips of her sex.

She groaned excitedly. His touch inspired an explosion of pleasure that left her trembling with desire.

‘I’m not wholly convinced that it’s the truth,’ he told her. ‘And I’m in a bit of a quandary as to what I should do.’

Emily stared at him. The lids of her eyes were half-closed with pleasure, but she saw no reflection of her emotion on the captain’s face.

‘I don’t have the time or the inclination to try and deal with the local authorities,’ he said briskly. ‘And I don’t believe your story. Now, I would appreciate it if you could start telling me something that I do believe.’ He took a step backwards, away from her.

‘I am telling the truth,’ Emily insisted.

The first blow of the cane struck the top of her left leg.

She shrieked, stung by the welt of fire that burnt her skin. Her cries echoed softly in the night but she doubted they travelled any further than the enveloping folds of the sails. A choked breath hitched in her chest and she strained against the ties on her wrists. A second blow struck her right leg. This one stung even more furiously than the first and she sucked in a noisy breath.

‘Bastard!’ she screamed angrily, wondering how the man could dare to do this to her. He had just been exciting her with his kisses and caresses. Now he was striking her with a passionate fury. She tried not to think of her arousal, unhappy with the fact that it had not dissipated. Her nipples were still rock hard nubs and the avaricious yearning between her legs was an urgent drumbeat.

‘Who are you? And why are you here?’ he demanded. The cane whipped through the air. The sound was lost amongst the rustle of the stiff sails. Emily felt two blows strike her in sharp succession. The tip of the cane bit cruelly against her inner thighs. It was a mere whisper away from the lips of her vagina. She held herself still, not daring to think of the pain she would have experienced if his aim had been a millimetre higher.

‘I’ve told you who I am,’ she said stiffly. ‘And I’ve told you why I’m here. Why don’t you believe me?’

This time the cane struck her nipple. She moaned loudly, torn between conflicting sensations. The pain was intense. A fire of unprecedented proportions burnt furiously in her breast. Along with the pain, she could feel an exquisite explosion of pleasure beginning to spread through her body. Shivers of excitement tingled in every pore. The combination was so extreme it thrilled and terrified her.

He moved closer and kissed her again.

She responded to him eagerly.

Inside, she could feel a dark cloud of self-loathing beginning to develop. She hated herself for enjoying his punishment yet still she pushed her tongue into his mouth and explored him. She heard herself gasping with pleasure and realised how close she was to orgasm. When his fingers touched the aching tip of her bruised nipple, she felt the orgasm tear through her. Waves of delight washed over her body and she shrieked loudly, engulfed by a torrent of ecstasy.

Emily closed her eyes tightly against the pleasure-pain coursing through her body. When she opened them, he was smiling broadly into her upturned face. She glared angrily at him.

‘Captain Wilde! Captain Wilde!’

The urgent voices were calling him from the stern and he turned to face them.

Emily followed the direction of his gaze and saw the man and woman running along the deck. She recognised them as the blond man and the dark-haired woman who had been with the captain in the pilothouse. They were both dressed in loose robes, but she knew they were naked beneath the garments.

Emily watched as Laura moved from her side and approached the couple.

‘Nothing to report, Laura,’ Vincent told her. His words carried easily in the night.

The captain took a step toward him. ‘Nothing?’ he barked sharply.

Vincent shook his head. ‘We’ve searched from bow to stern. There’s no one else on board and she has no baggage of any description.’

The captain turned to Emily and smiled at her. ‘Well,’ he grinned. ‘It looks like you may have been telling the truth after all. Perhaps I should untie you.’

She glared at him, despising his indifferent tone. ‘That would be a nice idea,’ she said through clenched teeth.

He shrugged. ‘I’m tempted to leave you tied to the mast,’ he said. ‘But I suppose you’ve been punished sufficiently for stowing away.’ He studied her silently, his black eyes glaring contemptuously at her. Without another word he turned away and nodded a silent command at Laura.

Emily felt a wave of relief washing over her as the woman untied her wrists. She glared hatefully at the captain while Laura did this. ‘You had no right to do that to me,’ she told him angrily.

He laughed. ‘I’m the captain of this boat,’ he said crisply. ‘And you’ll soon find out that I have the right to do whatever the hell I want.’

Emily swallowed and tried not to shiver beneath his commanding glare. She did not doubt that the man would be capable of a lot worse than she had already experienced. The idea unsettled her. In spite of the fact that she had found dark enjoyment from his punishment, Emily had no intention of submitting to him again.

She rubbed her aching wrists, conscious of her nudity but unembarrassed.

‘Take her down below,’ Captain Wilde snapped.

Emily glanced up and realised he was talking to the dark-haired woman who had been punished in the pilothouse.

‘Get her cleaned up and prepared for dinner,’ he continued. Then, glancing at Emily, he told her, ‘We’ll talk over food.’

Emily bit back an angry retort, glaring furiously at the captain’s unreadable black eyes.

The captain met her gaze, his lips twisted in a smile of contempt. His disapproval for her was obvious as he boldly studied her naked body. The curl of his sneer could not have been more pronounced. Without another word, the captain turned and marched away.