that left him laughing when he caught her flailing foot and secured it so she was spread. Spitting mad, she fought, unable to even reach the knots at her wrist—annoyed that she recognized the brand of tie and knew they must have been his.
Accusing, and angry, and desperately irritated it took her so long to realize it, Eugenia condemned, “You were on this cruise when the bombs fell. That’s why all this personal shit is here!”
Pleased as punch, he licked his lips. “Always so smart.”
“And this was your room. You’ve never even been out there!”
Lifting up her skirt as if unwrapping a present, he looked down at her pussy and hummed. “Oh, I’ve been out there. Where do you think I found my crew?”
Before she might do more than snarl and squeal, he fell upon his dessert. The tongue thing focused on her clitoris, one exposed when he pulled back her hood and teased until she writhed. Abraded labia and aching vagina were left in peace… but her clit was tormented until she came, furious and winded.
Wrists on fire from fighting the bonds, emotions askew as she stared at the ceiling, Eugenia understood that he tied the other girls up in the same fashion. On this bed. In this room. That the man who claimed to love her had been serviced every night for God only knew how many years.
And that she should feel something about that.
Lips and chin shining with her fluids, he prowled over her. Grin in place, he urged, “Say you’re sorry or I’ll do it again.”
Looking at the knot binding her wrist, in no mood for fighting, she sighed. “I’m not sorry, and you won’t do it again, because I’m asking you not to.”
Taking her chin so she might be made to look, his wicked tongue traced his lips in a perfectly filthy way. “Is it a real ask or are you being coy?”
“It’s a real ask.” She could not take another orgasm like that.
“Can I come on your tits?”
Had he really just asked her that? After all he’d done? And was he already unbuttoning her dress? “Go come on Faith’s tits.”
“So that’s a yes.” Popping the top button of his jeans, he shucked them off while somehow still managing to find his balance atop her. Then reached right on in and scooped out her breasts, Sandwiching his ridiculous cock between pale mounds.
Leaving Eugenia with a view of tan erection poking from squished boobs. His glans exposed as the foreskin caught with each thrust. As he fucked her breasts, unabashed, nothing but a beast.
Muscles rippling, he let go. He enjoyed. Watching her, clenching his ass to move his monster through a fleshy grip, base to tip… so near her mouth she could almost taste him.
In no way in a rush, he enjoyed her.
“Open.”
Why on earth she did, she couldn’t say, jaw wide as he splashed the first spurt of his spend on her waiting tongue.
The rest was smeared between her tits, slicking his way as his eyes rolled back and his back arched.
It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life.
His total loss of control.
On the last pulse, the one that came after all his seed twitched between her mashed cleavage, he looked down and said it again. “I love you.”
And it was too much. Tasting come for the first time in six years, remembering how much she loved it. The intimacy of accepting something a little dirty on her lips.
“Hey.” Stroking her cheek, the captain murmured, “It’s going to be okay.”
Terrified, because it never would be, she said, “I don’t think it is.”
“You’ll see.” After a sexy smile, he reached over, untying one sailor’s knot and then the next. Rubbing her wrists where they were red. Kissing her fingertips. “I’m going to do the tongue thing again, nice and slow.”
Which seemed a particular mercy, her clit throbbing to be touched after that show. The traitor.
Her ankles still bound, her thighs forced open, he ate her pussy for ages. Nice and slow, her fingers in his hair, his grip cradling her hips. Riding his mouth, she took as he had taken.
The second climax washed over her—difficult, beautiful, dangerous—undulating from core to toes. The hardest she’d ever come.
Legs set free, he scooped her into his arms, rubbing her back and hushing her when the occasional sob escaped. The harder she fought to hold in the sound, the more often breath stuttered and her tears leaked free.
He told her to just let go, promised her that