Paid to the Pirate by Una Rohr

Chapter 28

Colt

Back in my cabin I eyed my little liar as ideas swarmed my head. The rising excitement tempered my anger, yet I was still enraged at what she’d done.

“I’m going to give you the most severe punishment of your life,” I told her.

Charlotte gulped before reaching for the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Absolve me.”

She unlaced the ties on her skirt and shoved it to the floor.

“Punish me.”

Standing only in her chemise, she gazed at me with unobstructed longing in her eyes.

“Belt me, whip me. Do whatever you must. Whatever you desire.”

I was losing focus on her words as she lifted the soft slip over her head and off her body, standing completely naked before me, asking me to punish her.

“Only… make love to me after.”

The room spun as if I’d drank more than my fill.

Crossing the distance between us in two strides, I grabbed her elegant neck and shoved her backwards. She didn’t fight me or yell or even complain.

She moaned. It was full of yearning. Submission.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I don’t,” she agreed. “But it’s not for me to know. It’s for you to decide and deliver.”

Fuck, my cock was hard from her words and from the meaning behind them I saw in her adoring eyes.

“I want you on the bed,” I ordered. “You’re to remain there until I return.”

Though Charlotte scurried to obey, her submission wasn’t complete (I doubted it would ever be) as she asked, “Where are you going?”

I grinned. “To the galley.”

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The sight of Charlotte waiting obediently, naked on my bed, sent a rush of pleasure and power to my head.

“Turn this way,” I instructed, positioning her so that her arse touched the side of the bed. “Spread your legs and bend at the knees.”

Charlotte complied without protest, revealing all of her soft, pink cunt to me.

“Arms up. Place your hands against the wall and do not move them. If you do, we’ll have to repeat the punishment.”

Her eyes widened and her lip quivered with trepidation, but she slowly raised her arms and placed her hands flat against the wood. I could see her confusion in the crease of her brow.

“What you’ve done is no minor offense and for it you will receive no minor punishment.”

“I understand,” she whispered.

“No, you don’t. Not yet. But I’m about to explain it to you,” I said, unbuckling my belt. “You acted like a naughty little cunt tonight and that is where we must punish you.”

Charlotte’s mouth fell in surprise.

“That’s right,” I said, cupping her pussy with my hand. “I’m going to belt you right between your legs. Ten strokes. Maybe fifteen.” I watched her face flush with arousal and fear as I rubbed my fingers through her slick slit. “But first we need to get you ready. Bring your clit to attention.” I rubbed in circles there, just the way I knew drove her mad with desire. “Do you know why, Lady Charlotte?”

Her eyes were half-lidded. She shook her head back and forth, dazed.

I gave her clit a soft pinch. “Because it’s going to hurt more now that you’re fully aroused.”

No sound could ever be as sweet as the whimper she gave.

“Remember, hands stay on the wall or we’ll repeat that stroke,” I announced, backing up. “Now ask me to punish you.”

“P - please punish me,” she obediently requested.

“Where?” I grinned.

“On… between my legs?”

“You know what I want to hear. Or would you like me to add more strokes?”

“No! Please punish me on my… cunt,” she said, face flaming.

“You’re blushing harder than I’d thought possible, Lady Charlotte. Let’s see if we can redden your cunt to match. Brace yourself, girl, but do not attempt to close your legs or the stroke won’t count.”

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her fingertips hard against the wall.

I brought the belt down with medium force, testing. She yelped and brought her knees together.

“Legs spread! Knees up!” I ordered. “I warned you. Do that again and we’ll repeat the stroke.”

Charlotte groaned as she obeyed, offering me the target I desired. I brought the belt down again with the same force. Charlotte cried out, throwing her head back, but she didn’t break position.

I gave her a third smack of the belt, slightly harder this time, and she whined harder, but her hips bucked with desire.

On the fourth smack I moved lower, letting the tip of the belt fully connect with her arsehole and she squealed.

“Don’t, please! Don’t hit me there!”

“Keep those legs spread and I’ll hit you wherever I like.”

Wherever you like. You like this too, don’t you?

“Unless you’d like me not to absolve you?” I tested. “Just say the word, Charlotte, and we’ll stop.”

Eyes downcast, Charlotte shook her head and I realized I’d been holding my breath.

I raised my belt again.

On the fifth stroke tears began to gleam in her eyes, but her cunt glistened. I knew if I examined my leather, I’d find it wet with her juices.

Smack.

I laid a sixth stroke high, hoping to connect fully with her sensitive nub. When Charlotte screamed, I laid another and was rewarded with another scream as her legs folded.

“You have three seconds to spread your legs again or we’ll repeat that stroke,” I told her.

“Please, no more,” she begged as she complied.

“Good girl,” I said when she presented her pussy again.

“Please, Colt, no more, please.”

“You have three more coming, but that was your last warning. If your legs collapse again, we’ll repeat the stroke.”

Gritting her teeth, I watched Charlotte resolve to take her punishment and I gave her the eighth and ninth strokes with medium force.

The tenth, however, was my hardest yet. I knew it was cruel, knew I was a bastard. But thinking about how she’d snuck off, how she’d endangered herself -- endangered all of us, strengthened my resolve.

Charlotte broke position completely, crying and whining as she curled onto her side and held herself between her legs.

“Did I say you could rub?” I asked, incredulous.

“Noo…” she sobbed. “But I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry! It just hurt so much.”

“Back into position.”

Her eyes widened. “No, Colt, please.”

“Into position.”

Charlotte obeyed slowly, as if her limbs were stuck in pitch. But she obeyed.

“I’m not going to belt you,” I announced, grinning. Oh, but I was cruel. Retrieving my horse crop, I returned to Charlotte.

“I’m going to whip you.”

Charlotte’s mouth dropped in terror. I stroked the small, flat leather panel at the end of the crop.

“One stroke, right on your sweet, little clit. Would you like that, Charlotte? Ask me for it.”

I watched her mouth work but no words came out. Charlotte licked her lips and had to try several times before I heard her mousy whisper.

“Please… please… whip me on my clit.”

I gave Charlotte an indulgent look. “Only because you begged so sweetly. Now help me punish you by spreading those legs real wide this time. That’s my girl, my good girl.”

I tapped her clit a few times. She was so wet I could smell her without bending down. I’d never punished a girl in such a manner before, and didn’t know how much Charlotte could take, so I erred on the side of caution and only struck her with medium force. Her cry was loud enough that I knew any man nearby would have heard it. But it tapered off into a deep, throaty moan, the sound of which went straight to my cock.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Freeing my erection, I bent down and slid gently into her pussy. I was unsure whether Charlotte saw as it as a reward -- quenching some of her throbbing desire -- or as a punishment, the rough scratch of my hair chafing her sore and swollen cunt.

“Tell me you like it,” I coaxed, driving in and out of her slowly. “Tell me you like it when I punish you.”

“It - it hurts,” she moaned.

“But you like the pain, don’t you?”

When she didn’t answer, I rammed her hard.

“Don’t you?”

“Yes! I do,” she cried, tapering off in another moan.

“The first part of your punishment is over,” I said, reluctantly withdrawing from her cunt.

“F - first?” she echoed, eyes wide as a doe’s.

Ignoring her, I retrieved what was necessary from the small set of drawers built into the ship’s walls and serving to hold my wardrobe. I made quick work of tying Charlotte’s wrists together and securing them to the hook behind the bed. I let her see the handkerchief and long sash.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a timid, suspicious voice.

Not replying, I watched her face color with surprise and confusion as I began pumping my cock. It took a minute, but I spilled my seed into the handkerchief, filling and soaking it.

Poor Charlotte had no idea what was coming.

“Don’t worry,” I said, grinning. “I’ll be hard again in a few minutes. In the meantime…”

I grabbed Charlotte by the hair, shoved the soiled handkerchief into her mouth, and tied the sash around her head, securing the wad of cum within. Charlotte scrunched up her face in displeasure.

“I should be offended,” I mocked. “But we’ll have plenty of time to train you to like my taste. And I don’t think you’ll be thinking about it soon enough…”

Her eyes widened when I withdrew my dagger, but she relaxed when she saw I only meant to pare the ginger.

“This is going in your arse,” I explained as I peeled. “You’ve never had anything in there before. It’s going to feel uncomfortable. But that alone isn’t punishment enough.”

Charlotte’s eyes bulged as I used her juices to lubricate her anus, sliding my own finger in to prepare it for the ginger. She squealed and tried to move away, but I grabbed her hips to keep her in place. With purposeful slowness, I slid the ginger inside and stood above her.

I looked down at Charlotte, trussed up upon my bed. Her mouth was filled with my seed and her heavy breasts swelled, begging for attention. Her face reddened with embarrassment and desire as ginger root stuck lewdly out of her arse.

I’d never seen her more beautiful.

When her eyes rounded, I knew it had started to work.

“It burns, doesn’t it?” I grinned.

I took her moaning and head-thrashing as a reply.

“I’m going to really fuck you now. It might hurt your sore cunt and I imagine the pain in your rectum is even worse. But I have a reward for you too, Charlotte,” I said, grinning. I wasn’t sure if she’d see it as a reward in the moment. In fact, it would be further punishment, for now. But later… later, she’d come to look back on it and thank me.

I hoped.

“I’m not going to stop fucking you until you come.” Her eyes snapped to mine. “You’re going to have to find a way to relax, to enjoy the pain and to enjoy what I’m doing to you. Because the longer you take to come, the more it’s going to hurt. And if you take too long, I’ll simply replace this ginger with a fresh one.”

I needed to be careful not to burn myself in the process. This was a punishment for her, not me, and Charlotte was so wet that her juices were spreading over her thighs and dripping down to the bed.

She actually trembled when I entered her, deepening my groan.

“Are you filled everywhere, Charlotte? It hurts a little in each hole, doesn’t it?” I demanded, ramming her mercilessly. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I thrust. “No other man would fuck you like this. No other man would bring out the whore I knew was inside you all this time.”

Thrust.

“My whore.”

Slam.

“Mine.”

Charlotte’s head lolled like a ragdoll’s, but her cunt tightened, telling me she was near her pinnacle.

I chuckled in her ear, delighted. “I thought it might take some time but look at you. What a perfect little pain slut you are.”

No words could describe the sound Charlotte made beneath her gag.

“That’s my perfect little whore,” I said, talking her through the last seconds before her orgasm sent her into oblivion. “Coming on my cock, with my punishment in your arse and my seed in your mouth. Look at how trainable you are. Look at how you’re mine.”

Charlotte’s screams were muffled by the handkerchief, but she shook as if seized with the most powerful climax of her life. I had no hope of holding back at that sight; she pulled me over the edge with her the moment after she began her descent.