Satisfaction Guaranteed (14 page)

"I like the sound of that." Sabrina let herself relax a
little, satisfied that he intended to keep her as his capture date. She finished the last swallow of cocoa and peered down into her cup. "But why is the chocolate gone?"

"Very funny." He shook his head at her play on the highly recognizable line from a popular pirate movie.

"I like pirates." She smiled at him and set her empty mug next to his. "You look like a pirate. The earring, the long hair, the ponytail. Do you have a tattoo?"

"You'll find out." Kane winked at her. "Do you need to visit the head before I officially lock you up?"

"Yes, thanks, and are you going to lock me up?" Sabrina rose up on her knees, brushing her breasts against him deliberately, then climbed off him to stand beside him.

"You don't know, do you?" Kane unfolded his length and stood up, towering over her. "I can do anything I want with you. What would you do if I locked you in my cabin?"

"Depends. Would you be in there with me?" She tilted her head back to look up at him.

He shook his head at her. "You don't really seem to be in the spirit of the game. You're supposed to be the captive. I'm the captor. The one in charge."

"Oh, please, I'm going to have to tie myself up at the rate you're going." She stuck her tongue out at him and felt her heart skip a beat when he came toward her and scooped her up in his arms.

"Make no mistake. I will be in charge, and you will be helpless in my power."

"I think you mean I'll be happy in your power." Sabrina cuddled into him, not at all embarrassed to be naked while he remained fully clothed. He might be taking her captive, but she was the one who had the prize. She had this impressive
male specimen all to herself, and she couldn't wait to be the lucky one who took everything he wanted to give her.

"Bad girl."

"Gentleman."

"Wrong." Kane deposited her on her feet outside the door that had to be the head. "I'm a pirate, you're aboard my boat, and you will not get another chance to escape me."

A thrill ran through her at his words.

"When you're finished, go in there." He pointed to the cabin. "Wait for further instructions. Oh, and don't try to pick the lock on the trunk. Consider that Bluebeard's closet. If you find out what's in it, I'll have to kill you."

Kane delivered his instructions and his warning deadpan, fondled her bare tush, and left her there. Sabrina watched him walk away, shook her head, and went to tidy up in the powder room before she officially became a pirate's captive.

The cabin was nice. Sabrina poked around it, enjoying the teakwood interior, the neat portholes that let in sunlight, the riot of color the patchwork quilt made as it covered the bed. She sat on it and gave a tentative bounce, testing the mattress. Firm, but not hard. Springy. She approved.

"Do that again."

She looked up to see Kane filling the doorway, watching her breasts bounce. She grinned at him. "Like that, you dirty old man?"

"Yes, and it's dirty old pirate to you." He crossed his arms and waited. Sabrina obligingly bounced her bare bottom on the mattress, jiggling her breasts for his viewing pleasure.

"Like the bed?"

"Yes." Sabrina threw herself back on it. "This is a great mattress."

"Glad you approve, because you'll be on your back on it quite a bit."

She rolled to her side and leaned up on one elbow. "Say 'Arrrr' for me again."

"Wench." Kane came to stand beside the bed. He stripped off his sweater, and Sabrina nearly drooled at the sight of that washboard stomach, those muscles, that chest.

"You are so ripped," she said in awe. "Can I touch?"

He gave her a disgruntled look. "I'm huge. You're tiny. I'm stripping. Shriek a little."

"Oh. Sorry." Sabrina hugged her arms protectively around herself and fell back with a sobbing gasp. "Oh, no! I've been captured by a really hot pirate, and he's taking off his clothes. Whatever does he plan to do to me? And do we have enough lube?"

"You really aren't ever serious." Kane undid his jeans and took them off.

"I can be, when the situation calls for it. Hey. Boxer briefs. Nice. I was betting on tighty whities."

"So glad you like my underwear, you shameless, brazen hussy." Kane kept them on as he joined her on the bed.

"Oh, damn." Sabrina bit her lip and sat up, feeling her playful bubble burst. "I'm not supposed to be brazen. I'm supposed to be innocent. I'm doing this all wrong, aren't I?"

"Depends." Kane stretched out full length and hooked an arm and a leg around her, pulling her against him. "Does it make you hot to imagine being innocent and untouched and being forcibly seduced by a wicked pirate who is sexually depraved and deprived?"

"Well, yes." Sabrina put her hand on his chest and traced the outline of some impressive muscles. "But we have this teasing thing going on, and I can't seem to stop. You make me want to be brazen and make you want me." She thought it over for a minute while she explored his amazing abs. "It's your fault. You kept trying to get rid of me, so I had to seduce you into letting me stay. If I'd acted like a shrinking maiden, you wouldn't have told me you wanted to make me take your cock in every hole."

"What a mouth you have." Kane pulled her on top of him, and she felt the hard, hot length of his erection through the thin fabric of his briefs.

She arched a brow at him. "And obviously you're offended by that. Mr. Woody says so."

"Mr. Woody?" Kane's lips twitched in a visible effort to keep from laughing.

"Your Johnson. Schlong. Pecker, penis, hard-on, cock," Sabrina recited. She stretched her body on his, feeling an endless expanse of warm male flesh and rippling muscles under her that made her want to rub all over him like a kitten in catnip.

"Watch it. I'm planning to kiss that mouth."

"Sorry. Do you prefer 'purple-helmeted warrior?'" Sabrina rocked her hips into him, slid up and down on him, and luxuriated in the way he felt against her bare skin. Intoxicating. And he was so enticingly engorged for her.

"Promise me you will never say that again." Kane caught her and imprisoned her in an iron grasp, holding her immobile.

"I went too far," Sabrina admitted. "You make me giddy. You're such a hunk, Kane. All this gorgeous male flesh, all
bare, all for me. And your huge cock put me over the top. I lost my head."

"You're about to lose more."

"I can hardly wait."

"You're not supposed to sound so eager. At least, not until I've had my way with you a few times and you've become resigned to it."

"Resigned." Sabrina looked him in the eye, disbelief clear in her voice. "I can't do resigned. You make me drool. You make me wet."

"Pretend."

She collapsed on his chest in defeat. "Oh hell, Kane. I'm a lousy captive. Now I'll never experience the fantasy, and you'll find somebody else to use your woody on. Dammit."

"I want to use my woody on you."

"Oh." That was reassuring. Sabrina stayed where she was, enjoying being on top of Kane and feeling his thick shaft jutting into the curve of her belly with only the thin fabric of his briefs between them. "Maybe if I just don't talk."

"I like you talking." Kane toyed with her hair. "If I want you quiet, I have ways of keeping your mouth busy."

"You do, huh?"

"I do. There's kissing. You'll be quiet every time I kiss you except maybe for a few little moans and sighs and purrs."

Sabrina smiled against his bare chest. It was all too easy to imagine sighing and purring as his mouth plundered hers. His lips were so sexy. They'd felt so warm on her breast. And his tongue, the clever way he'd curled it around her nipple. The man had a very practiced oral technique. She
was certain Kane knew how to use a kiss like a lethal weapon, devastating any woman he turned his lips loose on.

"There's giving you something to work your mouth on. I'm really going to enjoy feeding you my cock and watching your lush lips stretch around it. Your tongue will be so busy gliding up and down my shaft and over my head while you suck me off, you won't have a chance to make smart-ass remarks."

"Hmmm." Sabrina felt like lapping him up as his words painted a vivid picture. "Now?"

"Not now. Just letting you know I have strategies for handling you."

"Good to know."

"Come here. I'm going to kiss you, and it's going to take all your concentration."

Sabrina felt a thrill run through her at his words. She moved up his body to align their mouths. Kane cupped the back of her head with one large palm. She could feel the rhythm of his breathing and his heartbeat under her, the warmth of him. "I'm ready."

"No, you're not."

Her heart lurched at the blatant sexual promise in his voice, and then his mouth took hers and rational thought went away, taking her ability to form words with it.

Kane kissed as though he meant to plunder her mouth and didn't plan to stop anytime soon. She'd been kissed before. She'd never been devoured with raw sexual intent. He stole her breath, ravished her tongue, bit and then sucked at her lower lip, letting it go when it was swollen and throbbing. He thrust his tongue between her lips in a graphic demonstration of what he intended to do with his cock. When he finally ended the bruising, claiming kiss, Sabrina was left dazed and dazzled and panting for air.

"Don't hold back," she managed to gasp out.

"I'm just getting started." His voice was low and hard, and Sabrina felt her inner muscles quiver as her sex clenched in reaction.

"I am such a lucky girl." She hadn't quite caught her breath when Kane rolled over with her, putting her on her back while he braced himself above her. The position was so aggressively male, so sexual. She could feel herself getting hotter by the minute in response. By the time Kane took
her, she had no doubt she'd be so wet and ready for him that his size would be no problem at all.

Kane shifted position to plant one knee between her thighs, pushing against her sex. She let out a little moan and rocked her hips into him, loving the pressure against her vulva. She felt hot and swollen and so in need of something touching her there that she ached with it. The indirect pressure gave her some relief, but she wanted so much more. His hand on her. In her. His mouth taking her sex the way he'd devastated her lips.

Instead, he bent over her and sucked her nipple while he rode his knee between her thighs. Sabrina arched her back to thrust her breast farther into his mouth and push her sex harder against him. It felt so good. She was quivering, throbbing deep inside. His mouth drew on her, and it shot straight to her womb, making everything tighten. "Kane . . ."

She gasped out his name and dug her hands into his hair, finding the leather thong that tied it back and pulling it loose so it spilled free. He looked like a throwback to another age looming over her, hard and demanding and male. A man who was a stranger. Who wanted her and intended to take her, and she couldn't stop him. Sabrina let out a low whimper as her body went liquid and her temperature shot higher.

His lips burned over her breasts, drawing her other nipple into his mouth, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue, and Sabrina nearly came off the bed. Oh God, she was going to come before he even got inside her. She could feel the orgasm building and drawing closer. His mouth was so wicked, so thorough, so very knowledgeable. He knew his
way around a woman's body, and he used that knowledge to devastating effect. Her breasts ached, her nipples throbbed, and she ground her pelvis into his knee in a desperate effort to get more stimulation where she needed it.

"Kane," she managed to say, "I'm losing it. Oh God, I'm so close."

He didn't stop. He bit and licked and kissed and sucked her nipples by turns, making her buck against him as the frenzied need for relief built. The heat of his mouth on her sensitive flesh, the strength of his leg between hers, and the position of his body over hers made her feel fragile and female and about to be thoroughly sexually possessed.

She felt a frisson of fear mixed with a rush of lust. She wasn't in control here. He was. It was exactly what she wanted, and the reality of it had her momentarily on the edge of orgasm and panic both. Some deep female instinct told her to flee. The craving for sexual satisfaction told her to stay.

Kane rose onto his knees and stripped off his briefs, and the internal conflict intensified. He was so big, so engorged. A pearl of moisture gleamed on the head of his cock, and Sabrina unconsciously licked her lips with the urge to taste his pre-come.

"Should I feed you this?" Kane closed his hand around the base of his shaft and slanted a look at her.

"Yes. No. Kane . . ." She felt wild with lust and intensely aware of her vulnerability. Self-preservation told her to stop now before it was too late. Another drive had her parting her lips and rising up off the bed to taste him.

"You don't have to talk." Kane moved to kneel beside her. "Lick the head of my cock."

Sabrina half sat, turning her head toward him to offer her mouth. He brought his penis in line with her lips, the head just short of kissing distance. She let her tongue swirl over it, lapping up the glistening drop he'd spilled for her, tasting his masculine flavor.