The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,47

the morn. But I suspect it’s either south to Baltimore or east to Barra,” Kyle said before passing through the doorway. He bounded up the ladder well. He paused to look around the small cove they’d sailed into before crossing the deck with quick strides and swinging across to his own ship. He entered his cabin to find a naked Moira kneeling before his chest, holding items he was certain she’d never imagined. She gasped and dropped everything to the floor.

“I was looking for warmer clothes. I swear,” Moira blurted. She sighed and crawled to the nearby wall before kneeling with her hands behind her back.

“Come here, sweet one. And bring the implements with you.”

Fifteen

Kyle was unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Finding Moira naked and examining a marble phallus and marble anal plug was not what he expected. He’d sailed throughout the Mediterranean for years and gained various trinkets along the way. He’d discovered the implements Moira now scooped off the floor while in ports along the Grecian and Italian coasts. Women in the brothels enjoyed introducing Kyle to the various sex acts that his naïve adolescent mind hadn’t imagined. It was with these women that he discovered his propensity towards being dominant. For the right amount of coin, the whores encouraged Kyle and Keith to explore fetishes, some appealing and some too shocking even for the twins. Returning to the British Isles meant finding women who would let him plunder their dark passage, but none who dared play with the wicked devices he had acquired over the years.

As Moira placed the marble items on the bed where Kyle pointed, he squatted beside the open trunk, rummaging deeper until he found what he desired. He lifted the gold chain from its pouch and fisted the cold metal. As Moira watched him, her eyes round with trepidation, he breathed warm air on the tiny metal clamps on either end of the chain. He came to stand before Moira, still surprised that she hadn’t screamed in horror at her findings. He narrowed his eyes as a thought crossed his mind.

“Do you know what you’ve found, sweet one?” Kyle’s voice was deceptively soft, and a shiver ran along Moira’s spine.

“Things that don’t belong to me that I shouldn’t have been touching,” Moira responded. “I’m—”

“I’m not angry. Just the opposite. I hadn’t thought to introduce you to these so soon, but since you’ve found our devices.”

“Devices? Ours?” Moira stammered.

“Yes to both. They are devices for us to enjoy in private. You haven’t found everything; at least, you hadn’t pulled out everything. And while I may have acquired them, they are ours because we will use them together.”

“But what are they?” Moira whispered.

Kyle guided Moira to sit on the bed, the various accoutrement spread out between them. He picked up the phallus and wrapped his hand around it, sliding over the smooth stone. Moira’s eyes widened further as her tongue darted out between her lips. “I take it you’ve figured out what this is.”

“Y—Yes. But why would you—or I guess I—need that?”

“Because my cock can only be inside one hole at a time, and you have two others that need filling,” Kyle explained. His matter of fact tone made Moira’s chin fall forward in shock. “Perhaps I wish for you to suck me. I might finger your quim, but that leaves your delectable arse ignored. Or perhaps, I wish to kiss you while I fuck your arse from behind. Your cunny will ache with loneliness. This can soothe that ache. Or maybe I wish to watch you play with yourself as I stroke my cock.”

Moira remained silent, swallowing over and over, nodding once. She accepted the phallus when Kyle handed it to her, running her fingers over the cool stone before timidly wrapping her hands around it. Her eyes darted to the bulge in Kyle’s leggings, her attention now on the real object of her desire rather than the substitute.

“You shall have that soon enough, since I’m finding it hard to concentrate on my explanation. Do you have any idea what this is called?”

“A phallus,” Moira whispered.

“It is. It’s what the Romans, even the Greeks, called an erect cock. That,” Kyle pointed to the marble, “is also called a dildo. It comes from the Italian diletto, or delight, because it can certainly delight a woman.”

“Is that that where you got it? In Naples, I mean?”

“Yes. That I bought in a market in there. These,” Kyle picked up the set of four different size