The blunt head of his dick bumped against her lips. She opened her mouth, not even trying to defend herself. He was right. She’d given him the ultimate disrespect when he was giving her nothing but the best.
He slid to the back of her throat and stayed there several long seconds, until her eyes watered and her throat convulsed. Only then did he let off and allow her to catch her breath.
His hand wrapped tighter in her hair and he pulled her head up, angling her jaw so that his entry was better. Then he pushed in again and began fucking her mouth with long, ruthless strokes.
“Kneel there and take it,” he gritted out. “Make it easier on yourself, Ren. Don’t fight me.”
No, she wouldn’t. Later, she’d fight because she remembered the turn-on for them both when she resisted and he subdued her, forcing her to his will. It was a practice she’d never dared with another man. Not even Lucas. She’d always been afraid of what would happen if her partner went too far, got too caught up in the act.
But Cole wouldn’t hurt her. Had never hurt her. No matter what he thought or felt guilt for.
Would he remember pinning her down, her being helpless and him slaking his lust? Would it still be a source of arousal for him?
It hadn’t come to her until now. A sharp memory brought on by his command for her not to fight. Was he even now telling her the opposite?
No, he looked too pissed. Too firm. Far too disapproving. He wouldn’t be playing a game now. He wanted to punish her and she’d take it because it was what she deserved.
His other hand slid over her cheek, over her ear and into her hair on the other side. He gripped her head with both palms and held her in place as he fucked her noisily. The wet sucking sounds, mixed with her gag, filled her ears.
Her body was electrified. Her nipples hardened painfully. Her pussy spasmed as sharp pleasure coiled in her pelvis and spread through her stomach.
His control and dominance over her aroused her in a way she could never hope to explain. She simply couldn’t describe the euphoria that accompanied the bite of discipline. She panted around his cock, so far gone that she was barely cognizant of her surroundings.
But then his voice. Like a whip. Cutting through the haze.
“Tell me, Captain, is she not the most beautiful sight you’ve seen? There’s something about a woman swallowing a man’s dick that fires the senses.”
Her eyes flew open and her gaze locked on the captain standing a short distance away, the bulge between his legs evident even at such a distance. To his side stood another young man, his gaze raking over Ren as Cole shoved his cock farther down her throat.
Her entire body trembled and fire swept through her veins. Oh God, she was going to come and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
She closed her eyes, trying to ward it off but it pooled in her groin and tightened unbearably. She let out a cry around Cole’s erection and then went utterly senseless as her orgasm lashed her like the slap of a leather crop.
Just as suddenly her mouth filled with semen. She choked at first but his fingers wrapped cruelly around her jaw and she heard his warning from a distance, breaking the fog that surrounded her.
“Don’t you fucking spill a drop. Hold it in your mouth. Don’t swallow. And don’t lose a drop.”
She was smart enough to obey even though she was completely undone by the sheer power of the moment.
He jerked at his cock, coaxing every bit of his release onto her tongue. Then he thrust again, sliding deep, coating his cock with the cum in her mouth.
“Tighten your lips and clean every bit off my dick as I pull out.”
She did as he ordered and he slowly dragged his cock over her lips, coming away from her mouth as clean as she could manage.
“Now let them see,” he said. “Let it slide over your lips and down your chin. Make them imagine that they just came all over your pretty mouth.”
She relinquished her hold on the warm liquid and allowed it to seep over her lips and down her chin until it dripped to the deck below.
“Goddamn,” the second man, the one she guessed was the steward, said in a hoarse voice. “Fucking amazing.”
“Yeah, she is,” Cole said, his voice tight with pride. “And she’s mine.”
The captain turned as if to go, but Cole stopped him.
“Gentlemen, if you don’t mind. I have a punishment to mete out. I’d like you to stay and observe.”
Cole looked in C.J.’s direction. The young steward looked like he’d swallowed his tongue and a little like he was in love. Ren had that effect on men. Who could possibly resist a beautiful, willing, submissive woman who made the art of submission look elegant and spiritual.
Ren’s calm acceptance of Cole’s demands awed the other two men. By the time he was through with her punishment, she’d make slaves of both the other men, which amused Cole since she was the submissive. But then, wasn’t he himself an absolute slave to her every want and need?
