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Not just any fabric, either. Silk. Satin. Lace.

"I found your fetish," he said, "hidden behind your dresser drawer."

The envelope! The secret I'd worked so hard to

hide. My heart immediately began to pound. I jerked my hands away. "They're not mine," I said.

"Of course they are," Valero said.

"They belonged to a girl—" The excuse sounded weak, even to my own ears, and Valero interrupted me.

"You don't have to lie." His voice was a low, husky whisper in my ear. "You may be blind, but I'm not. I see how it turns you on." I jumped as he touched the side of my neck. "I see the way your cheeks flush and your pulse races." His lips replaced his finger. The tantalizing sensation of a warm, wet tongue tracing up the side of my neck made me moan. Valero trailed his fingers down my chest, over my stomach. His fingertip landed on the tip of my erect cock, and I whimpered. "They
are
yours," Valero said.

"No." My protests were getting weaker by the moment.

"You don't need to be embarrassed with me," he said as he continued to kiss my neck, my jaw, my ear. "I'm a man who can appreciate—" he gripped the back of my neck possessively— "beautiful things."

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Could I believe him? It seemed too good to be true, yet there was no laughter in his voice. No mockery. Only arousal.

I groaned as his warm hand wrapped around my

aching cock and began to move. "Don't you at least want to touch them?" he whispered.

My resistance lasted only a moment. Valero was

kissing my neck, his hand stroking my cock. I was being offered the one sexual release I'd always longed for but never been granted. I slowly reached out and put my hands on the pile of lace and silk in front of me.

I loved the way it felt—I always had—but it was

something I'd never shared with any of my lovers. None of them would have understood. It wasn't that I liked dressing in all women's clothing. I had no desire to wear dresses, or the torture devices that passed for women's shoes. But lingerie? Lingerie I enjoyed very much: panties and pantyhose and corsets, too. I loved the feel of it against my skin, and the way it seemed to caress the most intimate parts of me. Occasionally, I'd allow myself to wear a piece under the many layers of my stiff, starched uniform, but mostly, I kept the lingerie tucked away, taking it out only in the dark solitude of my private quarters. Touching the lacy pieces now made me think of how good it felt to wear them, and the thought of wearing them excited me more

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than I could say.

Valero's hand continued to move on me. His lips

brushed my ear. "They're all black," he said.

Yes. Always black. I couldn't explain why it was

only black lingerie that turned me on so much. I caressed the fabric, imagining how good it would feel to put any one of those pieces on.

"I bet you look amazing in them," he said. "Wear one for me. Please."

"It doesn't disgust you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The sound he made as he ground against me was

closer to a growl than a moan. "Definitely not. I told you before, I'm in favor of anything that turns you on."

It did turn me on.
He
turned me on. His hands felt so good. His lips felt amazing. The silk and lace lingerie against my hands felt even better. The idea of being touched and caressed and kissed and fucked while I wore it made me absolutely breathless.

"Go ahead," Valero said. His voice was growing thicker. "Pick one out. Show me which one is your favorite."

I fought the urge to tell him I didn't have a favorite.

I wanted to insist that I didn't know each and every piece, but it would have been a lie. I took a deep breath, and

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began to sort through the items. Being blind and having my wrists bound together made it more difficult, but I knew the feel of the fabric, silk and satin and lace in many forms—

some soft, some rough, some stretchy, some not. I found the one I sought—not the fanciest in my collection, but elegant in its simplicity.

"This," I said, although my voice came out a whisper.

"Put it on."

I trembled as I did it—partly from embarrassment,

but partly from arousal. Having my wrists bound together made it more difficult, as did not being able to see, but Valero assisted me, guiding my feet into the holes. He pulled them up into place.

They were panties—nothing more. Not even

skimpy ones. But they were made of stretchy black lace.

They were skin-huggingly tight, and I liked the way every step I took caused the slightly-rough fabric to rub against my cock. I liked the firmness of it around my balls. I liked the way the lace stretched as I grew hard inside of them, just as I was doing now.

I stood there, doing my best to stand tall. Doing my best not to be embarrassed. Valero made a low, long whistle, and I jumped as I felt a finger trail down my chest.

"You're a vision," the pirate said. I felt him push close. I

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could feel his erection against my hip. His lips nibbled my ear. One of his hands slid down my back. He gripped my ass, squeezing hard. It caused the tight, coarse fabric to pull between my legs, sliding roughly against my cock, and I gasped at the pleasure of it.

"Oh," Valero said, sounding pleased as he pushed against me again. "Is it so easy?"

He squeezed again, pulling the fabric harder, and I heard myself whimper at the sensation of the lace

tightening and pulling against my erection. So many times I'd masturbated wearing lingerie, but nothing compared to having another man touch me while I wore it.

"I can't wait to get you off," Valero said, and at that moment, I wasn't sure I could wait either, but he suddenly pulled way. I couldn't help but moan in disappointment.

"First," he said, "let me help you get dressed."

It took a moment for those words to penetrate the

fog of arousal clouding my mind. "Why?"

"Because I promised to take you to your prince."

I was glad Valero helped me, because I knew I

would have fumbled endlessly to dress with my hands bound. Soon I had a gloriously clean pair of uniform pants on over the lace, and Valero buttoned them for me,

although he certainly took the time to tease my cock with his fingers as he did. Then he guided my feet into a pair of

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boots. I couldn't put on a shirt properly with my wrists bound, but Valero threw some type of cloak over my

shoulders—it felt like fur—before taking my arm and leading me out of the room.

He led me down the hall. Every step caused the

tight lace of the panties to rub enticingly against my cock, but I did my best to ignore it. I made myself concentrate on our route. I'd grown used to the lift and the turns between my cell and Valero's room. I knew immediately that

wherever the prince was, it wasn't near where the other men and I were held. The turns we took were all wrong. The lift seemed to go up instead of down. I lost track of exactly where we were in the mental construct I had of the ship. I knew only we were higher up, closer to the ship's back than its belly. Finally, we stopped, and I heard Valero knock on what I assumed was a door.

Nothing happened. The silent moment seemed to

stretch on forever. I fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the gentle tug of lace at my groin as I did. I jumped as a hand landed on my ass. Valero's fingers slid down, between my cheeks, between my legs, and he squeezed, causing the lace I wore to shift and pull in way that was unbelievably arousing. My pulse began to race.

My cock began to stiffen again inside my pants. I resisted the urge to moan. I resisted the urge to thrust my hips back

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toward his groping hand.

The door opened suddenly, and Valero quickly let

me go. The air that hit my face was heavy with the sweet smell of the expensive tobacco Rikard favored.

"Yes?" It was Rikard's voice, there was no doubt of that, and he was obviously annoyed at the interruption, although he seemed to recover quickly. "Captain Valero.

Captain Kelley," he said.

Way too many captains on this ship,
I thought
.
But I had my first answer. He obviously had his sight.

"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked.

"Tristan has been asking about you." Valero's voice was tight, not at all the lighthearted, teasing tone I'd grown used to. "I wanted him to know we're treating you well."

"Well enough, I suppose." Ice tinkled in a glass.

The sound came from inside the room, behind Rikard. He obviously wasn't alone. "I'm nearly out of tobacco, though.

I wonder if you have any in your hold?"

"I wouldn't know," Valero said. "But the prince is welcome to look for himself."

Which meant Rikard was free to move about the

ship on his own.

"Hmph," Rikard said, and I didn't need to be able to see him to know the annoyed and disgusted expression on his face. The prince hated to be told to do things for

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himself. "Why is Captain Kelley blindfolded?"

It was all I could do to keep my voice civil. "They used flashguns on us!"

"Well, I suppose it could be worse, Trissy," he said, and I winced at the pet name, gritting my teeth against the anger welling up inside of me. "Is that all?" Rikard asked.

Nobody answered, and I realized they were

probably both looking at me.

It wasn't all. I had one more question to ask. "Did you give the pirates our lock code?"

A moment of stunned silence, and then, "Trissy, how could you even ask such a thing?"

One sentence. That was all it took. I knew him too

well. If he'd been innocent, he would have been offended.

He would have attacked. Going on the defensive meant one thing: he was lying.

I had my answer.

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Valero was silent as he led me back to his room. He didn't touch me except to guide me into the lift and down the halls that smelled of rubber on metal. He didn't speak. I found myself breathing a sigh of relief when we reached his quarters. His room and its faint smell of incense was familiar enough to feel like a refuge.

"I didn't realize you were his lover," he said bitterly as soon as we were inside.

"I'm not."

"'
Trissy'
?"

I sighed. I'd taken his silence on the walk back to mean he had nothing to say. Really, he'd been brewing in his jealousy. "If by 'lover' you mean, do I have some sort of romantic feelings for him, then no. But if by 'lover' you mean, did I do whatever he ordered me to do? Then yes." I hated saying it out loud, but it was true. "I fucked him.

Many times."

He was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry," he said at last, and the anger was gone from his voice. "That was unfair of me." I heard liquid pouring. "Here." He pressed a glass into my hands, and for once, I drank. It was wine—

undoubtedly the wine he had tried to serve me with dinner.

I did it no justice by downing it in one swallow as if it were

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nothing more than cheap ale.

Valero took the glass from me, and I heard his

strides as he crossed to the other side of the room to set it down. "Are you all right?"

Was I? I had my answer regarding Rikard's loyalty,

or more specifically, his lack of it, but a great many other questions had risen to the surface. "He's been living like that ever since we came on board?"

"Of course. He was in a smaller room at first, but he complained and poor Jak had to volunteer his instead. He dines each night at the captain's right hand. Not the dried meat and hard cheese you and your men have been given, either. I'm talking about a feast—roasted meat, fresh vegetables, chocolate and cognac for dessert. He's had the best of everything from our holds, including our wine. The greedy bastard's already drained our entire stash of Cerubian red. He's moved on to a lesser vintage. Hasn't stopped complaining about it, either." He snorted in disgust. "This isn't his damn Regency. We're pirates, for fuck's sake. The only things we have are what we steal or trade. Doesn't occur to him we have a limited supply of things. And of course he doesn't seem to care that

everything he uses cuts into our share of the profit. He'd use less, if we took it out of his share."

"He's in for a cut?"

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"Of course. The entire kidnapping was his idea."

"How much?"

"Half."

"Of everything?"

"Well, that's become a point of contention," he said, sounding partly bitter, but partly amused. "He still thinks he should get half of all the ransoms. Captain Yima feels he should only get half of what the Regency pays, which will reduce his profit on this venture significantly."

"I imagine he threw quite a fit," I said. The thought of it actually made me laugh. "I'm glad the Regency denied ransom."

I felt Valero step close to me again. The coat still hung over my shoulders, and Valero pushed it off. He pulled me against him. His body felt hard and strong. My arms were trapped between us. His groin pushed against them. His hand slid down my back to grip my ass. I'd all but forgotten about the black lace panties I wore, but as he squeezed, the lace pulled between my legs, and I moaned.