X Marks the Spot (2 page)

“We are,” Arch clutched the coin in his fist. “I’m just erring on the side of caution. I’ll toss.

“Go ahead,” Keifer said.

Arch tossed and caught the coin. He turned it over on his hand and said, “Crap.”

“Yes!” Keifer pumped his hands in the air. “I win.”

“No ass,” Arch said.

“I got it, I got it.” Keifer couldn’t help but laugh. He knew Arch wasn’t thrilled about missing the opening night, but he would make up for it as the long weekend progressed.

“I can’t wait to play with her,” Keifer said. “This is the best idea you’ve had in ages.”

“Glad you approve,” Arch replied sarcastically. “In addition to the tape, I checked her application for likes and dislikes.”

“You checked her forms?” Keifer crossed to the mini bar, and grabbed a beer. After he’d popped it open and taken a drink, he said, “Is the lawyer in you going away this weekend? Or are you going to spend the time drafting briefs in your mind in case this is some elaborate set up to screw the two rich guys out of money? You saw the video. She’s a horny little sub. Forget the forms; let’s fuck her until she can’t stand up, then screw her some more.”

“I wanted to make sure our bases were covered,” Arch answered. “She applied to Fingertip Fantasies, so she’s into it. But I do worry. Some people have agendas, Keifer.”

“Stop it.” Keifer sat down in the chair. “Let your dick do the thinking for a change. It’s been a while since we’ve shared a woman, my friend. This is going to be fun.”

Archer sat down in the chair across from him. “I have responsibilities. You may spend your days roaming the countryside, but I have a job. I’ve worked my ass off finding the right woman. Cut me some slack.”

“Did you bring your dragon’s tail?” Keifer asked.

His friend smiled in response.

“Yes, I did. They are big about keeping things authentic to the time period, but I convinced them this was an item they might want to add to their toy chest.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” Keifer said. “You know how I love to watch you in action. I hate to tell you this, but after tonight, she’s going to be spoiled. All she’ll want is my dick.”

“In your dreams,” Arch said with a laugh. “Once she’s had the both of us, she’s going to need oxygen for a week.”

Keifer stretched his long legs out in front of him. “I never thought I’d be a pirate.”

Arch laughed. “That makes two of us, but I’m willing to give it a shot. We need to remember to stay in character. This woman wants a pirate, and she doesn’t want to be handled with kid gloves.”

“Love it when they want it rough,” Keifer said taking another swig from his beer. Arch stood and went back to the balcony. Keifer followed after him. The ladies were making their way onto the ship.

“Tell me again how the ship works,” Keifer said as he watched their prize swing her hips as she walked up the gangway. He would be with her tonight, sending her soaring before he followed with an orgasm he hoped would singe the tips of his hair.

“It’s simple. There are six cabins on the ship for people who pay. This time around, four of them are booked by couples. The Fingertip Fantasy people set us up in one of the other two. You’re the captain, so you get the biggest room. The crewmembers are actually employees of the company. They will join in the fun if asked, but mostly they’re there to sail the ship and fix the food and stuff like that. No electronics, no communication with the outside world. There are toilets and running water, thankfully, but that’s the only modern convenience. All light at night will come from candles, or the stars. They will provide us with crops, floggers, whips, chains, rope, and even dildos, but nothing that requires batteries. They want to keep it authentic, as I said.”

Keifer went back inside to fetch the binoculars. Once on the balcony, he trained them on the ship. Their lady, in a very low cut dress, was leaning over the railing. He dreamed of sliding his cock between her creamy orbs. He hoped she had big, beautiful nipples.

“What’s her name?”

“Aurelia Lancaster, but her friends call her Lia.”

“Bend over and lift your skirts for me, Lia,” Keifer said with a laugh. “Show me your ass and pussy.”

Archer joined in the laughter. “She’s a paralegal from Brooklyn.”

“Oh fuck.” Keifer moved the binoculars away from his face. “You couldn’t find someone not associated with the law?”

“I’m sorry. I looked for an unemployed heiress who spends her days riding around the country on a motorcycle, but they were fresh out.”

Keifer went back to ogling Lia. “Don’t knock it, my friend. Living off a trust fund has its advantages. I’ve seen a lot of the country and enjoyed a great number of adventures while you’ve led a boring life behind a desk, or sitting in a courtroom.”

Archer punched his friend in the arm. “I signed up for this, didn’t I?” Keifer returned the punch.

“Glad to know you’re not a total prude yet,” Keifer said with a laugh.

“Fuck you.” Arch went back into the room.

Keifer turned his gaze back to the dock. The tall ship was drifting away from the shore. “She’ll be good and fucked when you arrive, but she’ll want more. I can tell from what we just saw.”

“You got that right,” Arch said. “Sex, sex and more sex for the next four days.”

“My mast is already at full-staff, and I’m ready to board our pretty little captive,” Keifer said. “I’ll try to save some for you, but I’m not making any promises.”

* * * *

Lia wasn’t sure she could wait for two more hours until the “pirates” boarded the ship. The anticipation was so high she’d been soaking wet for the last half hour.

“I’m so excited,” the woman standing next to her said. Lia guessed her to be in her mid-forties. Her pear shaped body was encased in a dark blue dress that accentuated her blond hair and green eyes. “This is an anniversary present from my husband. He likes to watch me with other men, and the crew is going to bang me tomorrow night. What about you?”

Lia wasn’t quite sure what to say. It usually took Lia a while to open up to people, but this place, full of people that thought of nothing but acting out their fantasies, somehow made her feel as if she could open up a little. After all, they were all there for the same reason. “I have no clue who my partner is for the cruise. I just want some hot sex.”

“You don’t know?” The woman’s eyebrows shot up, and she looked as if someone had just told her they’d spotted a UFO. “That makes me jealous. Sure, I don’t know who is going to be banging me, but I’m not going into this totally blind. My name’s Rachel.”

“Lia.” They shook hands.

“How exciting that you don’t know what’s ahead. It adds to the fantasy, doesn’t it, that you’re really being captured by pirates.”

“Exactly.”

Rachel tittered in laughter. “I’m so horny right now.” She put her hand on a passing crewmember. “Can I give you a blowjob?”

His eyes widened like he’d just found a pot of gold. “Of course.” He started to undo his breeches, his gaze on Lia. “Want to help?”

“No, I’ll just…”

“Watch?” He laughed as he put his hand on Rachel’s shoulder; he pushed down and she fell to her knees. When he ordered, “Suck me,” Lia heart raced as if he had been speaking to her. Rachel took the man’s dick into her mouth, and he groaned.

It was exciting to watch. This was a first for her, but the way Rachel had snagged the man and asked for what she wanted, Lia was sure the woman and her husband had been on this particular cruise before.

The sounds associated with oral sex swirled around her as she tried to calm herself. Maybe if she joined in she might not faint when the pirates boarded the ship. But then again maybe the fainting would add to the realism, just like not knowing what was happening next.

She wanted to check her watch, to see how much longer she’d have to wait before the festivities began; but they’d taken it, along with her clothing and suitcase, before she boarded the ship.

The outfit they’d given her to wear was one of an English woman of the late eighteenth century. The gown was green silk taffeta with a flowing skirt and fitted bodice. Underneath she wore a tightly laced corset and several petticoats. The three quarter-length sleeves were trimmed in wide lace. It was low cut, but she didn’t care. She liked to show off her boobs.

Lia wore a ruby red pendant with matching teardrop earrings, and her hair had been piled on top of her head in an elaborate up-do that made her feel as if she’d gained thirty pounds. She wore no makeup, but she didn’t feel as if she needed any. The costume was enough to make her feel like the most beautiful woman around.

The dress fit her like a glove, but then again she’d sent in several photographs, and her measurements. She wondered how many people the company employed to make costumes, or if they had a large supply that could be altered to fit the participants.

Breath deep, she said to herself as Rachel finished off the crewman, to the applause of those standing nearby. Lia clapped with everyone else.

Rachel stood and adjusted her bodice. A strong bolt of jealousy surged through Lia. She was so hot right now she felt as if her toes might melt. Instead of joining in the fun, she’d just stood there and watched. Why hadn’t she helped Rachel? Helping to perform fellatio on the crewman would have relieved some of the tension flowing through Lia’s body.

She was about to grab a nearby crewman and offer to get him off when a loud boom rang out. It was early evening, and the sun was still high enough for Lia to see what was taking place.

“It’s starting earlier than they told us it would,” Rachel said with a squeal. Before Lia could respond, the deck was filled with the crewmen she’d met earlier. They were wearing different clothing, which likely meant they were now playing the parts of the pirates. She wondered which one was hers.

“Look, look,” Rachel said excitedly. She pointed to the left. A second tall ship was next to them, and as she watched, two men swung on board, just like the pirates in the movies always had. They landed on their feet; one a little pudgy with short blond hair. Lia thought he was pretty cute. The second pirate had jet-black hair flowing over his broad shoulders. He wore tight black pants, thigh high leather boots and an open shirt that revealed a massive, smooth chest.

He looked around the deck, a gleam of delight in his eyes. When his gaze landed on Lia, his grin widened. He started toward her, and Lia went rigid.

This was her pirate? He looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of one of her mother’s erotic novels.

Lia turned to run, but before she could take a step, the man had wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. His breath tickled her neck as he said, “Hello, sweet one.”

Her brain gave the order to scream, “Fuck me!” Instead, she whimpered, “Let me go.”

“I think not.” He ground his pelvis into her backside, and her nipples hardened under the unfamiliar clothing. As if he knew, his hand, which had been resting on her stomach, moved to cup her breast.

“Nice and firm,” he whispered in her ear. “But let’s get a look at them, shall we?”

He spun her around as if he did it every day, one arm going round her waist as the other grabbed her bodice and pulled. The material ripped so easily that Lia was sure it had been sewn to give. The corset, more like a cincher, allowed her breasts to tumble out.

The pirate’s eyes flared in appreciation, and he groaned deep in his throat. “Look, new playthings.” He squeezed one of her nipples, and Lia was sure she’d had a mini orgasm. It was all she could do to remember to struggle.

“Release me at once!” Oh damn, she loved this. He gathered her in his arms and her tits pressed into his chest.

“After you’ve serviced me in every way possible, I will let you go, but not before.” He put his lips right next to hers. “Displease me, and I’ll feed you to the sharks. Or watch while my men take you, one by one, fucking you in every possible way.”

He loosed his grip enough to work his hand between them again. His fingers found her nipple once more. He pinched it harder than before, twisting it ever so slightly. Lia groaned in delight and whispered, “More.” She knew it wasn’t what she was supposed to say, though, and she pushed the mistake away.

“Unhand me, you cad,” she said as she started to struggle again.

His deep, dark laughter was the only reply.

There was a commotion on the deck, and Lia looked around. Several of the women were on their knees, sucking cocks. One had been bent over a railing. Her skirts were around her waist and a pirate was behind her, giving her what Lia’s former Dom would have called “a good plowing.” Upon further inspection, she realized it was Rachel, being screwed by the pudgy pirate. She wondered if the man was her new pal’s husband.

“Captain,” a man said as he approached them. He had another man, dressed in a fancy uniform complete with a white wig, in his grip. When the new pirate was close he pushed the second man to his knees. “Your counterpart, Sir.”

“Throw him overboard,” her captor ordered. Several men started to chant, “Walk the plank, walk the plank.”

Two men grabbed the captive captain and dragged him toward the edge. “Wait!” he screamed as they neared the edge. “If you kill me, you’ll never learn what I know.”

“And what’s that?” Lia’s pirate had turned his attention back to her breasts. He pinched her nipple again before he lowered his mouth and drew the hard bud into his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing against her. It was just the right amount of pressure to produce the perfect pain. She tried to push away, but not too hard, because she loved it; shivers ran up her spine as he worked his teeth against her.

“Treasure!” the other man yelled. “And only I can lead you to it.”

A hush fell over the crowd. Lia’s pirate sucked her for a few moments more. When he pulled away, he lifted his gaze to her. “One moment, wench. Keep your cunt wet for me.”

He turned his attention to the ship’s captain. “What sort of treasure?”

“Jewels, thousands of them.” The pleading tone in the man’s voice made Lia’s heart go out to him. Even if it was just as act, it was a damn good one.

She watched her pirate, who now stared at the man. “Lock him up,” he finally ordered. “I will fuck my new prize first, then I’ll see if the man really knows where there is hidden booty.”