Page 17 of Yes, Captain


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“Oh, baby, you have no idea what I have planned for you and that smart mouth.” If I could be set on fire from words alone, I think that would’ve done it.

I reach for him, stepping closer until I’m standing over him, but he pulls back, grabbing my hands in his.

“Have you ever been spanked, Hannah?” My head jerks back at his question. Is he…? Does he want to spank me?

“Um,” I swallow, “when I was a kid, sometimes. Not for a long time though.” The image of me draped over his lap, his large hand smacking against my ass has me turned the fuck on.

“Can I spank you, Hannah?” He releases my hands dropping his to glide up my thighs and grip the globes of my ass as his mouth settles over my nipple and sucks. I inhale a ragged breath, my hands twisting in his hair.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Spank me, Captain.”

His growl reverberates against my nipple, adding a new sensation with the sucking and I moan.

“I fucking love it when you call me captain. Now get on my lap, I want to see that perfect ass in the air.” He releases me and I do as I’m told and lay across his strong thighs. “Everyone might be asleep, but we still have to be quiet. If it gets to be too much, I need you to tell me. Understand?”

“Yes.” A sharp slap on my left ass cheek has me covering my mouth with a yelp.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good girl,” he praises, voice rough and strained. “This is for that mouth of yours, baby.” Another slap stings across my cheeks that’s quickly followed by the soothing touch of his hand. Again, his hand connects with my skin, this time lower and I feel his palm press against my pussy. Again and again, he spanks me, followed quickly by a soothing touch until I’m writhing with need. I can feel the slickness between my legs and when he sinks a finger into me, I moan into the sheets I’ve fisted over my mouth to stifle my moans of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, aren’t you. This pussy likes to be commanded, doesn’t it baby? It likes what I’m doing to you.”

I can only moan my response as he sinks another finger into me, pushing in and out of my wet pussy.

“Sit up and ride my dick, baby. Let me feel that hot cunt of yours squeeze around me.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I scramble off his lap and quickly straddle his hips, lining him up with my soaked entrance and gliding down making us both moan as I take him deep.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me.” Rising up on my knees, I sink back down onto him. He feels so good inside me, making me lose my mind. His hands grip my ass, pulling me deeper down onto him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, riding my cock like a goddess.” He continues to whisper into my ear, ratcheting up my pleasure with every dirty word, every moan.

I’m completely lost to the world, the only thing that matters at this moment is his body and mine, the two of us losing ourselves in each other.

Higher and higher the pleasure builds until I’m whimpering with the need for release. His hand reaches between our two bodies fondling my clit at the same time as his mouth latches around my nipple and I come with a muffled scream. Head thrown back, my body bows against him, losing all control. I come so hard I can barely breathe, my vision turning spotty around the edges.

Anson pulls me closer to him, burying himself deep one last time before he joins me.

Yeah, this is about to getsocomplicated.

Chapter Eight

Anson

Hannah is so fucking perfect.

I find myself daydreaming of her as I stand on the aft deck waiting for our new arrival.

Aidan and his crew have done well keeping the boat in top shape. Keeran and Aidan lower the jet skis to the water for the Oliviers who have been ideal guests; pleasant and polite.

Across the water, I can see Garrett in the tender escorting the grandson on board.

Hannah's laughing voice drifts down from the sky lounge deck where Mr. Olivier is working on his laptop. Absently, I wonder if her ass is sore and I have to admit the thought makes me smile.

God, how fucking wet she was for me.

I managed to follow through on the promise I made to her, wringing two more orgasms from her before we lay in my bed cuddled together. She spoke about her life growing up and told cherished stories about her father. She lights up when she talks about her travels and all the places she wants to visit and I listened happily, soaking up everything she has to offer.