I was hiding as cargo on the ship Mandrake. When it was pirated, I did some quick-thinking and pretended to be a cabin boy.

But he scented me at the get.

And the moment he had me alone he stripped me down to prove what he already knew. I was all woman.

He was the Captain of the Whirlwind and he intended to possess all spoils from the Mandrake. Including me.

But I'm not so easily bullied into becoming a lover.

Not even by a fierce pirate captain.

A Pirate's Plaything (New Link)

He entered me brutally. And covered my mouth against the yelp that escaped my mouth. 


“Shit, you’ve a tight little body.” He stroked in and out of me. Groaning in pleasure. His pace heightening as he escalated his forceful pounding against my ass. 


He used his grip on my face as leverage to pull him deeper into me. Curving his back to drive in. 


With my belly pinned to the floor, his strokes stretched me intensely. I could feel him putting pressure on me both inside and out. 


“Yes. Oh, yes.” He moaned. “Being in you is going to make this voyage much,” He gasped in pleasure. “Much.” He gave a low grunt as he came. "More pleasurable." 


His small jerks in me made my ass cheeks bounce against him. 


Releasing my mouth, he massaged them. Still stroking lightly into me to enjoy the aftershocks. “You’re a pretty little parcel.” 


He withdrew, slipping out of me. “That’s fine.” 


He caught my arm and rolled me over to hiss against my face. “I hate liars.” 


I lay there staring at the wall rather than giving him the satisfaction of eye contact. 


But when he began to position between my knees I sat up. Causing the tunic to drop thankfully back around my waist. 


"Where do you think you're going?" He caught my thighs and drug me down against him. 


Feeling my backside scrape along the rough wood. 


"No. No!" I sat up to pound his chest. 


I could already feel him hard against me. Naturally positioned near my entrance. As though his body was formed specifically to align with mine. 


He's ready to begin again. His body hardening and muscles flexing in anticipation. His grin was lascivious as he caught my fists and rolled them around my back. Pinning them in one of his large hands. 


In this position my breasts were thrust out toward him but at least it made my opening point toward the floor. 


Harder for him to enter. I thought gratified. 


His eyes roved the plump rounded flesh of my breasts. Toying with the fine, brown crests. Pinching at my nipples made my throat strain. I jerked every time he tweaked the bit of flesh. 


Sweat was starting to form on my brow. 


He gave them each a light tug, making them jut in small points. 


"Very nice." He scooped the back of my ass from between my hands and back. Then swept me up at the same time he curled his hips forward. 


"Ah!" I cried out. Feeling him sink in deep as he positioned me on his lap. Holding me down against his member by the grip on my arms pulling me toward the floor. 


He pumped into me. Using the floor as his leverage to rise into me. 


My own weight working against me to sink down on his staff. Pushing him in toward my furthest opening. He rolled his hips once to test my tightness. 


Swearing in pleasure. "You're made to be lived in by a man." 


He cupped one of my breasts as he slammed into me over and over again. Enjoying the bobbing of my flesh into his hand. “Look at them. What a fine pair of tits. Look how they bounce when I enter you.” He paused to show me. Rolling his hand around on my breast. “Your body is made for this. Your tight hole sucks on me like a warm little mouth.” 


Consequence