Her Very Strict Captain, Carpenter, Maggie [top 50 books to read TXT] 📗

as he spanked. “If you keep testing me—”

“No, Scott, please, I’m already sore!”

“And your point is…?” he demanded, his hard hand whisking across her sit spots.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll do as you say.”

He stopped, then smoothed his palm across her hot skin. “Now you know what will happen if you don’t, right, Beth?”

“Yes, Scott.”

“Stick with Captain.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Leaning over her, he opened a small box on the bedside shelf, pulled out a condom, ripped the packet with his teeth, and slid the thin sheath over his rampant manhood. “Remember, stay still!” he ordered, but he’d softened his tone.

“Yes, Captain.”

As she let out a bleating moan and dropped her head into the pillows, a knowing smile crossed his lips.

He’d guessed right.

She had been testing him.

Separating her swollen pussy lips with his thumbs, he gazed at her glistening flesh, placed himself at her entrance, but rested there, purposely teasing her.

“Ooh, Captain, please…?”

“You have a gorgeous pussy,” he murmured, running his finger around her clit, then slowly thrust forward. “Damn, you feel good,” he grunted, closing his eyes and staying buried inside her.

But a gasp caught his attention.

“Is something wrong, Beth?”

“No, God, no, you do too,” she crooned. “Your cock feels amazing, like it was made to be inside me.”

Her comment sent the blood rushing through his loins. Pulling back, he tightened his grip and plunged inside her. She cried out and arched her back, and he took that to mean she wanted more. He obliged, thrusting in and out with gusto, then paused, before languidly pumping.

“Please, Captain, can I touch myself?”

“Am I hearing things, or are you actually asking for permission?”

“I’m asking for permission, Captain.”

“You’re a quick learner. Yeah, you can, but you’d better not come until I say.”

“I won’t, I promise. I know you’re in charge.”

Though not lacking for female company, his dominant soul had been deprived for too long. Beth Cameron had purposely provoked him, and now she was reaping what her submissive soul craved. As her fingers moved between her legs and searched out her clit, he guessed she was just as elated as he was.

Clutching her waist, he pumped with strong, slow strokes, paying close attention to her subtle moans and cries.

Her orgasm was building.

So was his.

He slowed, then paused, staying buried deep inside her, savoring her hot, tight channel, but his sailor’s soul became aware of the wind picking up. Though the boat was on auto pilot, and he didn’t want their coupling to come to an end, he needed to return to the helm. He quickened his pace.

“I’m so close,” she panted. “Please, can I—?”

“Wait…”

“But I’m—”

He abruptly stopped. “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” she mewled breathlessly.

He began again, leisurely sliding in and out until his need overwhelmed him, then clutching her tightly, he increased the speed and force of his strokes.

“Come,” he commanded, “come for me now, right now!”

A high-pitched squeal echoed through the cabin.

It was the last thing he heard before he exploded.

Spasm after spine-tingling spasm shuddered through his body, until finally spent, he slipped out and collapsed beside her. Closing his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest, he sank into the mattress. It had been a long time since he’d felt such a strong connection, and Beth’s uninhibited surrender had taken his breath away.

“Don’t you have to steer this thing into the marina?”

His eyes popped open.

She was leaning over him holding a box of tissues.

“Thanks,” he replied, lifting out several and removing the condom. “I don’t have to worry about that yet. We’re at least half an hour away.”

“Um, I don’t think so.”

Sitting up and looking out the window, he was shocked to find they were sailing through the bay.

“Shit,” he muttered, hurriedly climbing from the bed and pulling on his shorts.

Dashing up to the helm, he discovered the wind had picked up significantly. Astonished to see how far they’d traveled, he took control of the vessel and began guiding it safely toward the wharf. Perhaps letting her stick around would be a good idea after all.

* * *

In her cabin, Beth frantically finished packing. She hadn’t expected Scott’s fervent, demanding kiss, or that he would master her the way he mastered his yacht.

If she stayed, she’d become emotionally involved.

She couldn’t let that happen. Though succumbing to the captain’s passion had been a mistake, she instinctively trusted him, but pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she quickly double-checked to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.

Peering out the window, she realized Scott was backing the catamaran into its space. Taking a deep breath and perching on the edge of the bed, she steeled herself for what she was about to do. Finally rising to her feet, she headed up to the deck. Scott had secured the lines to the dock and was jumping back on board.

“Hey,” he said with a warm grin.

“Hey, yourself,” she replied, managing to smile back. “I have a really big favor to ask. I’m craving a latte, but a sexy sailor just bonked my brains out and I don’t have the energy to walk to the café.”

He laughed, a happy contagious laugh that made her want to change her mind.

“Sure, and I’ll pick us up some of those pastries you liked,” he replied, then grabbing her around the waist, he jerked her against his body. “Behave while I’m gone,” he warned, then abruptly releasing her, he turned and marched away.

Hurrying back to the cabin, she picked up her bag and purse, waited a couple of minutes, then left the boat and scurried away.

Chapter 1

Six months later

Scott had owned his sailing school and lived in the islands for almost three years. Though the lifestyle and maintaining several boats had its share of challenges, he loved the sun and sea, and he’d always been a people person.

He offered courses to cover all skill levels, and had met those thrilled by sailing and eager to learn, and those better off as landlubbers. But there were others just out for a good time—like a couple of his female students who had