The Pirate Masters

Apparently the man who held her noticed, too, because he said, “Don’t be so upset, James. Look on the bright side. You’re alive.”

James narrowed his gaze on them. “Let. Her. Go.”

The pirate squeezed her breast, chuckled, and gave her a light swat on the thigh. “Up you go.”

Somewhat awkward with her hands still bound in front of her, she climbed to her feet and stood naked in a room with three male strangers.

The pirate at the safe finished with his task of emptying it, turned to face the room, and whistled when his gaze caught sight of her. Before he could say anything though, his partner told him to, “Get his ring, too, and check that jewelry box on the dresser.”

The man in the burgundy bandana got to his feet. Up close, he was very tall and looked impossibly strong. Her body’s reaction to him was as immediate as it was unjustifiable.

Dana eased away from him and went to help James stand up. His pants and underwear remained tangled around his shoe-clad feet. When she started to reach toward the binds on James’ wrists, Mr. Deep Voice stopped her with the press of cold metal on her shoulder and the question, “Do you really want to do that?”

She stopped, slowly raised her bound hands up, and held them in surrender.

“Smart girl. Don’t move.”

When the pirates finished ransacking James’ possessions, they approached them once more. The leaner one held his gun up, aimed at them, and the pillowcase draped over his shoulder like a dark Santa pack. He saluted them with his pistol and escaped, saying to his partner, “See you topside.”

The other one had holstered his firearm, but the look in his eye didn’t bode well for any ideas of escape even with the cabin door open. He damn sure didn’t seem bothered by being outnumbered since she and James were still bound and thus at a disadvantage.

James shuffled back a step. “What are yo-”

Without a word, the pirate yanked the bandana back up over James’ mouth and shoved him onto the bed where he flopped and flailed uselessly, his eyes wide and teeth bared.

Dana turned to run, though where to, she had no clue, and she didn’t get far. The tall pirate paid James little attention as he caught her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed as well. Pi

“Guuuuhhh!” James tried to shout, thrashing harder to free himself.

The pirate carrying her turned to face him. “I said she’d live. I never agreed to let her go.” Though her world was upside down, she could still hear the victorious amusement in her captor’s deep voice when he caressed her bare ass, heard her squeal, and added, “For future reference, we don’t negotiate. We’re pirates!” He swatted her on the ass. “We take what we want, and we want everything you value most.”

She screeched and pummeled his backside with her bound hands, which he ignored except to say, “Careful, sweetheart. You’re turning me on.”

She stopped abruptly, and he laughed, spun around, and carried her topside to where he handed her off to his partner who was already in a small inflatable motorboat tied off to the yacht. When she began to squirm again, the man dumped her on her ass next to the stuffed pillowcase and a pair of boat paddles. “Be careful, babe,” he warned. “You don’t want to wind up in the water without a way to swim.”

Her eyes widened. Too stu

“Let’s go,” he said, jumping into the boat and freeing the line that had tied the craft to the yacht.

The other man cranked the motor and steered them away from the yacht, away from James. Goose bumps skittered over her skin. The breeze had increased to a constant wind with the movement of the boat across the water. A rhythmic spray of mist rained down as they splashed through the waves toward… She didn’t know where.

The men laughed with obvious excitement. If not for the bright moonlight, she would’ve had a hard time seeing them.

“Fuck, that was fun!” the leaner man said with a broad grin.

“The night’s not over yet, Lance,” the other said, his gaze dropping to where she lay in the floor of the boat. His remark drew his partner’s attention.

She glanced from one to the other and shook her head, curling her body up into a fetal position.

The pirates smirked. Uncertain of their plans for her, although not naïve to what it might entail, she pleaded with her eyes. For what exactly, she had no clue. When they stared back at her-all of her-with heated expressions, she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

Two men. This was beyond her fantasies, but she wasn’t prepared to call it quits just yet. Oh, my God! Two men! She swallowed hard at the realization she should count James as a third, a thought that caused an almost hysterical giggle to erupt from her before she squelched the urge to laugh.

The one called Lance looked up at the moon then back at her and, with a rakish smile, said, “Too true, Jared. The night is young.”

A short distance away, they pulled to a stop next to another larger vessel, similar in size to James’ yacht though not quite as lavish. A few efficient minutes later they had the inflatable tied off, emptied, and her below deck in a bedroom suite that surprised her. It was a clean, comfortable space with a masculine charm. Jared held her in his arms while Lance playfully pulled out stack after stack of cash and, laughing, tossed the bills across the bed.

“Can you believe all of this?” he said.

“It was a nice haul tonight,” Jared admitted, dropping her atop their other spoils on the bed with a bounce. He eyed her. “A real treasure.”

Dana came up fighting, though she didn’t have a prayer of a chance at wi

“Now, Dana,” Jared said while he straddled her waist and held her wrists over her head. Lance pi

Damn, he’s sexy. She couldn’t look away.

His emerald eyes crinkled at the edges with amusement. “After all, we wouldn’t have even known he stored his riches on that boat if we hadn’t had your cute little ass on the inside to unearth all of his secrets.”

She paused, let his words sink in, and chuckled at the man’s creativity-for having wrapped up the fantasy’s scenario so well. She tried to speak despite the gag.

He tugged the bandana out of her mouth but kept his hold on her wrists. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

She glanced from him to his-their-cohort in crime and gri

Both men laughed, let go of her, and began to unfasten the buttons on their shirts. Lance stripped off his mask, too, while Jared released her wrists, removing the cords as well. She then reached for the snap and zipper of Jared’s pants. With her help, it didn’t take them long to strip, and she discovered a braze

The instant Jared, now as naked as she, crawled back onto their bed of money, she reached for something much more intriguing to her libido.

He hissed and stilled. “Careful, sweetheart.”

“Always am,” she vowed, bending over to lick the tip of his cock, pumping the length with her hand.