Page 32 of A Reckless Indulgence

Lyx tries to tug herself free, but she only rocks in the restraints. Damn her for being so proud. Damn her for insisting she didn’t need Cav, because now she’s slick and desperate and incapable of taking care of herself.

Depths, she’s a fool. How did she let herself get here? Climbing the crow’s nest, binding her hands and eyes, letting Cav whisper in her ear. She tries to drag her clit against his lips, but he keeps them out of reach. “Is this your plan?” she snaps, breathless. “Subdue me so that I need you?”

His voice rumbles against her leg. “Thought it might be easier for you. Create chaos, tie you up, get you hot and bothered…” He traces her cunt with his claw before there’s the snick of it retracting. “Then you don’t have to admit that you want me.”

Her cheeks flush. “I don’t want you.”

“Exactly. Just like that.” He acts like he’s playing along with some lie. “You can pretend using me is your only option.” He glides the soft pad of his finger between her legs. “Because that safeword’s still waiting for you to use it.”

She grits her teeth. If she had any sense, she’d say the word just to prove him wrong. She’d say it to spite him, but the problem is, he wouldn’t be the only one left suffering. Abyss, she hates how he knows that. She hates how he uses it against her, finding ways to both wound and preserve her pride. It coils lusciously inside her.

“All you do,” she seethes and sways, “is run your fucking mouth.”

“If you hate it so much, then ride it.”

Warm air rolls across her hips like smoke is spilling from that very mouth. Cav’s desire burns so hot that it can’t be contained by his body, his palms roving her thighs and spreading warmth wherever he touches.

Desire rolls like a storm inside her. Her mind is the last holdout, searching for any way to deny him. Her pathetic voice sounds more like a choked sob when she speaks. “I can’t stand you.”

“Then sit,” he growls, gripping her ass and nudging her forward. “Show me how much you hate it. Give my mouth something else to do.”

She can’t see anything, but she can feel it, his breath cascading over the wetness between her legs. Fuck, she hates these restraints. Only her hips are free to move, and that leaves every twitch and shiver on display for him.

“I’ve got all night,” he murmurs, “so if you —”

Lyx drags her cunt across his mouth.

They both groan at the contact. Mercifully, finally, Cav is quiet. His lips mold to her clit, sucking like he’s been deprived for years. She tilts and shifts away from his mouth, and he makes a sound of protest, but it’s quickly replaced by a moan when her pussy slides over his forked tongue.

He delves inside her, teasing the walls of her cunt until her thighs clench against his cheeks. Only then does he pull away. “Are you acidic?” he gasps.

It’s been so long since anyone put their mouth on her that she’s forgotten her cunt has its own deterrents. “It’s a warning,” she pants, “that you’re doing something you shouldn’t.”

Not that it’s ever dissuaded a pirate. They’re too busy chasing their prize that none of them notice the burn. At least, not enough to say anything. Not enough to wonder why.

Cav stays silent. For the first time, a strange fear prickles up Lyx’s spine. She can’t place it. She isn’t sure she’s felt it before, but it scratches the nerves inside her. She needs to see Cav’s face. To monitor his expression. To read his reaction, but there’s nothing but darkness and the weight of her breathing.

She stings with humiliation. She should have known this would be too far for Cav, that he can’t handle —

She nearly squeals when he buries his face against her, nose nudging her clit when his tongue fucks deeper, sloppy, and wet. His claws grip her hips, scraping the back of her thigh as he lifts one leg onto his shoulder. Her cunt smears against his jaw and makes a mess of his mouth. The back of her knee tightens against his shoulder, pulling him closer until he groans.

“Sit.” He presses the back of her other leg, diving ravenously into her. “Put all your weight on me.”

She almost does. She can’t think with the way he devours her, so she grinds against his mouth until his head rests back against the mast. She wants to give into it, to feel him fully, to ride his fucking tongue for all it’s worth, but he winces when she presses forward.

He doesn’t notice. He doesn’t care, but she remembers the other night in the dinghy when he sucked in a breath every time he rowed. She remembers the twist of his shoulder when he landed in her grotto.

Cav’s too lost in her pussy to care what pain it might cause him. He still tries to bring her closer, making a grunt of dissatisfaction when she keeps her toes on the ground.

“Put your claws away,” she gasps instead. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

His claws scrape her gently before they retract and slip between her legs. His mouth stays curled around her clit as one finger circles her entrance. Lyx’s breath hitches, but Cav doesn’t go deeper. He gives her only the first knuckle, pumping an inch inside her. Taunting. Teasing.

Lyx tightens her leg against his strong shoulder, rocking down against his mouth until she sinks completely over his finger.

Both of them groan, loud enough that the gasps of the party below are lost. Everywhere he touches her is warm, blood rushing through her as the split in his tongue flutters against her clit. He doesn’t move his hand. He makes her work for it, rotating her hips so she rides his finger and mouth in one motion. With every stroke, her walls tighten, but it’s not enough. He knows that.

She whines behind the press of her lips. “I fucking hate you.”