Page 91 of Pirate Witch

It takes me a few seconds to get the joke, and when I do, I snort and shake my head. “Are you saying I’m inexperienced?”

Her smile grows wider. “Let’s just say I won’t be offended if you need a diagram to remember how it works.”

The rope, which is still hanging behind her, uncoils further and wraps around her wrists, dragging them up until they’re restrained above her.

“I had a really nice apology all planned out,” I grumble. “But you’re being a mouthy little witch and ruining it.”

Nilsa’s grin doesn’t fade as she tests her bonds. “Val, I’m beginning to think all of our problems stem from you talking too much.”

I raise my brows. “Of course they do. So what’s your proposed solution?”

Her eyes sparkle with victory as she announces, “You stop boring us both to death and put your kinky rope fetish to good use.”

“You’re a bit overdressed for that, witch,” I reply, shoving off the bed.

I slowly circle her, tracing the lines of her body with my eyes as I think about all the things I want to do to her. Every single fantasy I’ve had about her is right there, within reach.

Finally.

She’s not completely suspended—yet. The ropes are keeping her on her toes, though, forcing her to balance in a way that sticks her ass out at a really nice angle. Goddess, my mate does have a perfect ass, and in those tight leather trousers, I can see every perfect curve. I’m going to enjoy holding it as I drive her down onto my cock.

I return to face her and teleport two strips of black cloth into my hand. I hold them up for her inspection.

“Yes?” I ask.

Nilsa’s pupils dilate, consuming the blue rings of her irises at the suggestion of me stealing her senses from her. I know she’s going to agree before she does.

“Yes,” she confirms.

I want to fucking howl in victory.

The first strip goes over her eyes. I hate not seeing them, but I also know cutting off her ability to see is going to make every sensation feel more intense. The second is a gag, but before I put that on her, I reach over to my work table and grab a metal ring strung with a bunch of old keys. Carefully, I reach up and open her fingers on one hand before wrapping them around it.

“If you want me to stop, drop this,” I tell her. “Do you understand?”

She nods so fast it makes me smirk, and I stop the motion with one finger before tapping her on the lips.

“Open up.”

Instead of obeying, she purses them tighter together.

So my mate wants to play that kind of game, does she?

I draw a dagger from my boot and rest the blunt edge against the skin of her collarbone, letting her feel the cold metal. Carefully, I flick it around, letting her feel the keen edge, before trailing it down into the valley of those beautiful breasts. A single jerk of the knife destroys the laces of that corset and sends the shirt she’s wearing fluttering open, exposing her perky little tits. The leather hits the floor with a quiet thump and I kick it aside.

I’ve always considered myself partial to a large pair of tits, but maybe I’ve been too hasty in disregarding small ones. Nilsa’s breasts are perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. The dark circles of her nipples pebble in the cold air, until she lets out a gasp.

As soon as her mouth opens, I strike, sneaking the fabric between her teeth and wrapping it behind her head. Once it’s tied in place, I pause, checking to make sure she hasn’t let go of the keys.

She hasn’t.

Those damned tight leather trousers come next. I’m not a fool. I don’t tear those. I want her to wear them again, preferably while walking away from me, so I can admire how well they cup her ass as she moves. I peel them over her hips, only to be hit by a new revelation.Goddess Moon, she’s not wearing underwear.

She must know what I’m thinking, because she smirks around the gag and kicks off her boots to allow me to remove her leathers completely. I chuck them in the corner, barely paying attention to where they end up in my haste to finally look at her. All of her. Shivering and swaying frommyropes onmyship.

Damn it, I have so many things I want to do to her, but I suppose I should probably make sure we’re both on the same page first.

“Now that I have your undivided attention, and that pretty mouth of yours can’t interrupt us…”