The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,21

as Kyle continued to work Moira’s channel until she could no longer fight the response.

“May I climax, Drifter?” Moira whispered. With a growl, Kyle increased the pressure and speed of his ministrations until he felt Moira’s inner muscles clench around him. Her fingers now wrapped around the forearm that kept her from slipping over the rail.

“And what shall you do for me now, sweet one, that you’ve given me a rampant cockstand?” Kyle whispered against her ear before pressing a brief kiss behind it.

“What do you want from me, Drifter?”

“Don’t call me that. Not like this,” Kyle muttered.

“What do you want from me, Kyle?”

“To be inside you. To let my men watch as I plow you, so none are in doubt that you’re mine.”

“You’d want them to see me like that? If not naked, with my arse to the breeze?” Moira asked with feigned incredulity. “You brought me aboard your ship. I slept in your cabin. Your hand is up my leine and in my cunny. I’m pretty certain there isn’t a man on this ship who doesn’t know I’m your captive.”

“And if I want you as my mistress instead?”

“In this case, are they not one and the same?”

“If I refuse to return your clothes and shoes, if I lock you in my cabin, will you still call yourself my mistress?”

“Will you be tupping me?” Kyle’s only response to Moira’s question was a growl as his fingers pinched her nipples until he was certain it was painful.

“Do you still want me to?” Kyle wondered.

“What else will there be to entertain me?” Moira shrugged. “So captive or mistress. Captive and mistress. One and the same at this point, wouldn’t you say?”

“But you decide how you’re treated when I’m not between your creamy thighs, sweet one.” Kyle trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh, and Moira couldn’t fight the shiver of arousal it created.

A particularly rough wave slammed into the ship’s boards, and icy water from the Irish Sea splashed up Moira’s legs, soaking the ends of her leine. Another wave, even larger than the first, drenched the front of Moira. With a shiver, Moira accepted that she had to admit defeat.

“Kyle, this leine will be sheer now and is going to stick to me. It was one thing when I knew your men could see the bottom of my legs and my feet. I didn’t intend for them to see my nipples,” Moira confessed. “They’ll see everything.”

“And you wish for me to save you the embarrassment, the shame?” Kyle scoffed.

“I’d like to keep how I look private for just you,” Moira spat. “But if you’re set on humiliating me…”

Kyle lifted Moira down from the rail, setting her on her feet, and using his larger body to shield her, he grasped her buttocks and squeezed. “I will take you to my cabin, where you will strip off the shirt and give it to me. And you will await me there, kneeling in the corner just as a naughty wean would, until I return to dole out your spanking.”

“And if I don’t agree?” Moira argued.

“You already did. Each time you let me touch you without a fight. Each time you come apart with my hands. When you took me in your mouth and hummed. You like this as much as I do, Moira.”

“I do, and I don’t understand why,” Moira whispered, tears threatening once again. She didn’t know if it was being cold or another wave of exhaustion, but she was confused and had no will to fight Kyle or the truth. Kyle’s emerald eyes met her sapphire ones, locked in a gaze that communicated physical need. He could see the truth in her gaze, and he understood that while Moira might know the acts that went on between a man and a woman, might even enjoy them, she was out of her depth to understand the power exchange they shared. She didn’t understand why she wanted to submit. Even so, he was certain that she did want to submit. He lifted Moira over his shoulder, her hair tumbling down his back and swishing against his thighs as he carried her to the ladder well. He swatted her bottom with one stinging slap that echoed even on the open sea. “Was that for your men’s sake?”

“Aye. And yours. You will remain silent until we reach my cabin, and I’m done talking.” Kyle felt the fight go out of Moira as her body relaxed against his shoulder. Once they were inside, Kyle