Page 29 of Surrender to Sin

Sin bowed deeply. In the most carrying voice he could muster, he replied, “She is called Princess Grace, my captain. From a land far across the sea.”

“Grace, you say?” Vice bellowed to be heard over the murmurings of the crowd, stunned at the mention of a name. “Well, show me. Show us all the hidden treasure from such a land. She looks ripe for the taking!”

He glanced at Grace, and at her quick nod, he lifted her up onto one of the wide padded benches. Angling her so she mostly faced the now rapt crowd, he stood behind her, one hand cupping her right breast, while the other idly stroked her slick pussy. “Princess Grace is indeed ripe, my captain. Intended for the tyrant king of Baxterland, I stole her for my own pleasure and trained her in the ways of wickedness. What an apt pupil she turned out to be.”

“I must see this. A demonstration?” called Vice, briefly meeting his gaze. Sin inclined his head, and Vice turned to the audience. “Who would see this once innocent princess mercilessly plundered?”

Cheers, applause, and whistles lifted the roof as Vice urged them on with further lewd suggestions and plans. Sin took the opportunity to talk to Grace, under the guise of kissing her neck. “All right, darling?”

“I’m eager. And nervous. And overwhelmed, all at once,” she whispered, moaning softly when he pushed a finger into her pussy. “But I’d like to come again. With you inside me. Can we do that?”

His cock surged and he gritted his teeth. “Of course. But it can’t be just you and I for the performance, we need another at least. Perhaps it is time to find your redhead.”

She tensed, and he wanted to call the whole bloody thing off, bundle her in his arms and take her back to his own chamber. Then she tilted her head and looked up at him, licking her lips. “Yes please.”

Nipping her neck, Sin laughed. “Wonderful minx. Captain! I put forward a plan for your consideration.”

Vice turned, one eyebrow raised in interest. “Yes?”

“Princess Grace is headstrong and untamed. I believe she should be forced to endure the attentions of another woman as punishment for her wanton behavior.”

Vice grinned, inclining his head to Grace, before turning and marching to the highest point of the deck where a large throne-like chair decorated with gems and oversized cushions waited. Sprawling across it, he picked up a silver bell, and rang it loudly.

“Here is my command. In the main entertainment of the evening, Princess Grace shall be fucked by Pirate Sin and a female captive of his choosing!”

The crowd roared their approval. Sin took a deep breath, but Grace turned her head again and nudged him. “Go on. I trust you, Sebastian.”

He smiled. “Then let us begin.”

…

If it weren’t for Sebastian, Grace might have lost her nerve completely.

The crescendo of noise rising and falling around her, the sheer number of masked men and women watching, touching themselves and others was beyond comprehension. But he stood behind her like hewn stone, talking, caressing her breast and lightly fingering her pussy, both anchoring her and ensuring she remained on a knife edge of promised pleasure.

“Pirate Sin!” called Lord Vissen from his throne. “The female captives will now parade by. You may choose one to assist in Princess Grace’s punishment at your leisure.”

“As you wish, captain,” said Sebastian. In her ear he whispered, “Any preferences?”

Grace’s gaze roamed over the masked women on the deck. Tall and short, plump and slender, redheads, brunettes, blondes, and ebony-haired, all bound and half-naked. Most were pale, but a few of the women possessed the sun-kissed hue of Spain or Portugal. A dark-skinned lady with a beautiful smile, heavy breasts, and pointed nipples the color of blackberries almost made her change her mind, but in the end her long-held redhead fantasy won out.

“That redhead over there. The tall, slender one in the green breeches,” she whispered back.

“You have exotic taste, darling. The lady is a thrice-married duchess, visiting from Prussia.”

As soon as the duchess was brought forward, the rest of the captives knelt down on small cushions scattered across the deck. Other pirates ambled amongst the women, kissing them, fondling bared breasts, some tugging unbound hair or administering light blows with a riding crop, invoking audible sighs and whimpers.

Grace squirmed, a fresh trickle of moisture bathing Sebastian’s fingers.

“Hurry, captive,” he growled at the beautiful redhead as she scrambled onto the bench. “I grow tired waiting for you, when the princess must be punished at once.”

“Beg pardon, my lord. I am yours to command,” said the duchess in musical, heavily accented English. She stood before them, her head bowed in submission.

Sebastian delved into Grace’s bodice and cupped her breasts, lifting both so her nipples were bared. “Suck the princess’s nipples.”

Looking up, her silver eyes visible through the mask and bright with anticipation, the duchess stepped forward. Soon Grace whimpered as the softest lips imaginable surrounded one swelling peak and gently drew on it, while a warm pink tongue flicked and lapped. So different to when Sebastian pleasured her nipples, and she missed his harder suction, the way his stubbled jaw stimulated her to further heights, but it still felt marvelous.

Abruptly Sebastian pushed the duchess’s head away and ordered the woman to kneel. A moment later Grace’s right foot was braced on the ship’s railing, opening her wide, and that warm, pink tongue was licking her clit.