The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,42

the feel of your hand on me, and you know I wish to make recompense. I spoke out of turn with your brother—more than once. But I don’t regret what I said at the end. It may deserve punishment too, but I won’t come between you and your brother. Deny me what you want. Make me pay restitution as you want, but I feel no guilt and no remorse for speaking up. But this,” Moira moved her hand back and forth between their bodies. “If this is going to happen, please don’t use it as leverage or punishment. Not like our first time.”

“And if I wish to despite your pretty little speech?” Kyle asked as Moira watched him stroke himself.

“Then I can’t stop you. I won’t stop you. But you know my wishes now.”

Kyle took a step forward, pressing Moira back against the table. He pulled his leine off as he toed off his boots. His leggings followed as he stripped down. Moira watched at first, then tentatively reached out a hand and wrapped her fingers around his rod. She stroked him as she eased onto the table. She opened her legs in clear invitation, even tilting her hips so the tip of his cock once more grazed her entrance.

“And if my wish is to drive into you over and over, even spill my seed inside you, what would you say about that?”

“Before or after my spanking?” Moira purred, stroking him and rubbing herself against him.

“You would let me spill in you?” Kyle growled.

“I don’t think that would be wise. But could I stop you?” Moira cooed, but she gasped when Kyle pulled away.

“Yes, Moira. You can always stop me,” Kyle stated. She sat blinking as she tried once more to follow his unpredictable moods. He ran his hand through his hair, leaving it disheveled. “My desire for you makes me act before thinking, sweet one. No one has ever made me do that.”

Kyle shook his head and held out his hand to Moira. She took it as she slid off the tabletop. He guided her to the bunk and pulled back the covers. She slipped into bed and watched as Kyle pulled the covers over her with a grimace before perching on the edge.

“If I can see your body, I won’t be able to keep from touching you. There is still much we need to establish between us before you become my mistress, if that’s what’s to happen.”

“Can we not speak about that afterward?” Moira tried not to whine, but she couldn’t help it. Her body ached with unspent lust again. She felt her temper rising as she was once more thwarted.

“We will surely speak about it afterward, but we shall also agree to some things now. If we can’t, then this goes no further,” Kyle warned. Moira puffed another sigh; her mouth pursed and her teeth gritted as she nodded. “I suspect there are times where I will wish to be gentle and slow with you, but this was—is—not one of them. I was prepared to be very rough with you, Moira. Push you in ways that your body is likely to rebel against in the beginning. But I won’t do that unless we both agree to it.”

“What did you want to do?” Moira whispered, trepidation and excitement warring within.

“I told you yesterday what I enjoy. I wish to wrap your hair around my hand and to keep you head pinned in the position I want, one that would allow me to kiss your neck, your throat, your mouth. I wish to spank you even as I plow you. I wish to use my size, both my body and my cock, to dominate you until you can’t decide if you’re begging me to stop or to keep going.”

Moira listened as her breathing became rapid and shallow, his words building the excitement that made her core burn with need. “Is it—is it domination if I’ve already submitted?” Moira wondered.

“Is that what you wish to do? Do you think that means you are to just lay where I put you and do nothing while I slaver over you?”

“Do you wish for me to be still?” Moira looked sheepishly at him. “If so, I fear I shall be punished too often for you to actually bed me.”

Kyle lunged at Moira, pulling her beneath him with the covers separating their skin as Kyle hovered above her. Their mouths met, and she opened to him as his tongue inched forward. The kiss was