Page 25 of His Captive Virgin

Epilogue

Reid opened his eyes as Kiera ended the story. So real were her tales that in the flickering candlelight he swore he could see the outline of massive stones in the walls.

The image faded. He smiled at his wife, curled on the floor at his feet.

“You’re saying you and I were once a swashbuckling rogue and a feisty female, living on a tropical isle?”

She gave him an enigmatic smile. “So I’m told by my Spirit guides.”

“If that’s true, we have some unfinished business. I believe when your story ended, Mercy had a good spanking coming to her. Since you claim to be the very same lusty wench as the one in your story, and I her stern commander, I feel it is my duty to deliver what I promised so long ago. Come here.”

Keira rose to her feet. Almost shyly, she took his hand, positioning herself facedown over his lap in the chair.

Reid raised the red skirt to her waist then slid his hand under the ruffled petticoat, tracing the seam of one silky black stocking up to the bare skin of her upper thigh. His finger probed the musky heat between her legs, and he felt her tremble. He smiled, enjoying the rush of power he got whenever his willful wife was in such a helpless position.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, knowing the command would ramp up her arousal.

Keira shifted, parting her legs and grinding herself against his crotch as she did. The bulge in his pants swelled.

Reid withdrew his hand, smacking her soundly over the petticoat. “Oh, you are a naughty wench! I can see why you need to be punished if you took liberties with the captain this way, teasing and arousing him, all the while pretending to be a virtuous nun.”

He pulled the petticoat up to her waist, tucking it under the wide belt she wore. With her naked ass exposed, he delivered a stern smack to one cheek then the other.

“When this spanking is over, you’re going to demonstrate for me exactly how you seduced the captain,” Reid declared, building the swats to a steady rhythm.

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Even though she craved it in her erotic fantasies, the reality of presenting herself for punishment in such a submissive position still set off butterflies in her stomach. Keira squirmed, her hunger building as his hard palm raised a stinging heat on her bottom. He stopped spanking and slid his hand between her legs, probing deep with one finger. She moaned when he slid in a second finger then stroked the tiny bud of her clit with the pad of his thumb till it swelled and throbbed.

Reid slid Keira off his lap to land on her knees in front of him, with her skirt still tucked under her belt and her ass fully exposed. “Now I can tease and fondle you all I want.”

He unzipped his pants.

“Time to begin,” he said, taking her hand and wrapping it around his raging cock. “And remember, you’d better do a good job…”