The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,116
a blue streak about her being a bampot if she thought he was going to risk bringing the fight aboard a ship that carried the woman he loved and their unborn child. She’d narrowed her eyes and swept them over the deck, making it obvious he displeased her with how he shared the news of their good fortune with the crew.
Kyle ended the argument by hefting Moira into his arms and carrying her to their cabin. He’d been tempted to swing her over his shoulder, but he worried it would be too uncomfortable for her. But when they reached their cabin, and Moira continued to argue, he pulled her over his lap, stripped down her leggings, and spanked her soundly. She accepted the punishment, but her mutinous glare at the end, rather than her usual offer of contrition, brought them nose to nose.
“Moira, maybe it’s the bairn that’s making you so testy, but I am not risking your life for some bluidy cloth and who knows what else. Now you will cease,” Kyle warned.
“Or what?” Moira mocked. “You’re a pirate. Your men will think you weak if you keep coddling me and not providing for them.” She sucked in a deep breath and tried to back away, realizing she’d gone much too far by questioning his position as captain.
“Remove every stitch of clothing on your tempting little body, Moira,” Kyle commanded. He went to the chest that held the implements they’d begun to experiment with as Moira’s health improved. “Bend over the table and keep your legs wide.”
Kyle rummaged through the chest until he found the four items he desired. Looking at Moira’s body as she stretched over the tabletop made his cock swell until he had to adjust himself. He loosened the laces and opened the waistline enough for his rod to spring free. He stood behind Moira, reveling in the sight she presented before he thrust into her. He’d seen the moisture between her thighs and knew she was as aroused as he was.
“You should not have argued with me before my crew, Moira. If you wish to disagree, I will hear you out, but only in here, where we have privacy. You know that you would have received the lash if you were one of my men,” Kyle said as he leaned over Moira, thrusting over and over. He slid his hands beneath her until he cupped her fuller breasts. He squeezed until she gasped, pain and pleasure shooting through her. She pushed her hips back to meet each of his surges. “This is not your punishment, sweet one. This is your recompense to me. You will not climax, or I will deny you until we reach Canna.”
“You won’t,” Moira disagreed. “That would only be denying yourself.”
“I have no intention of denying myself anything, Moira.” Kyle pulled her hips away from the table, keeping her from feeling any friction against her nub. He slammed into her over and over until she trembled with need, and he shuddered with his release. Moira cried out as he pulled free from her. “Do you wish to keep testing me, sweet one?” Kyle asked as he rubbed her nub twice, then pulled his hand away.
“No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. Not on deck, and not in here,” Moira confessed.
“And how do I know you’re not just saying that so I will ease your aching quim?” Kyle pointed out.
“I suppose you don’t, but I am,” Moira insisted. Kyle didn’t doubt that she was, but he wouldn’t offer absolution that easily. He didn’t mind her disagreeing with him. But he wouldn’t allow it where anyone else could hear, and he wasn’t going to accept either of them throwing about insults. They’d come too far and endured too much to create hurt and resentment.
“You may have made your restitution first, but you will still have your punishment. Lean over the table again,” Kyle instructed. He pressed his body over hers again but kept his weight off her, not wanting to hurt Moira by trapping her against the hardwood surface. He held out two small marble balls for her to see. “Do you remember me telling you about these?”
“Yes,” Moira rasped. “I’m to hold them within my quim and not let them fall out.”
“That’s right, sweet one.” Kyle pressed the balls into Moira’s channel and felt the muscles contract around his fingers. He eased his digits out and pinched her nub. She cried out and squirmed.