Her CaptiveAuthor(s): Elizabeth A. Schechter
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Publication Date: March 11, 2014
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Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
Tags: bdsm, f/m, interracial, person(s) of color, pirates, Short Story
“Do you want to live?” she asked, running her hand over his stomach.
“Yes, ma’am!” Daniel said. “Please, ma’am?”
She laughed again, and Daniel heard her moving again, walking around him. She ran her hand down his thigh, then firmly squeezed his arse; Daniel yelped in surprise, twisting away from her hands and almost falling as the stool rocked violently. Her hand clenched the back of his belt, steadying him until the stool stopped moving.
“Don’t do that again, boy,” she snapped. “Stand still or I’ll let you fall and watch you die.”
“…yes…yes, ma’am,” Daniel stammered. She pressed against the backs of his legs and his arse, running her hands up the fronts of his thighs; he caught his breath on a whimper, feeling his cock starting to rise.
“You are a pretty one,” she repeated. “I’m of a mind to keep you for myself. If you know how to listen and obey.”
“I,” he whispered. “Please, ma’am. May… may I be let down?”
She slapped his arse, hard.
“You earn your privileges, boy. Start by showing me you can obey. Stay still and stay silent.” Her nails scratched down the rough weave of Daniel’s trousers, and he squeezed his eyes closed behind the blindfold and swallowed, feeling the rope around his neck as he struggled to obey.
He heard her walking again, then felt hands fumbling at the waistband of his trousers. The garment slowly slid down his legs, leaving him bare from the waist down, and effectively hobbled as the trousers tangled with his boots. Daniel had to bite his lip as warm fingers traced their way up his legs, the touch just enough to tease without tickling.
Her hands moved away; Daniel had to lean back to keep from being pulled off the stool completely when she tugged on his shirt. Daniel heard the material rip and felt the brush of cool air on his chest. The remains of the shirt were pulled down his arms, and he was left almost-naked and very, visibly aroused.
“You like this, I see,” she murmured. Daniel bit down on a whine as she ran one finger down the length of his cock, but failed to keep still, pumping his hips towards her, wanting more. She laughed, and lightly slapped his cock in response. “I told you to stay still,” she repeated, and moved away.
Daniel could hear her moving, heard heavy sounds he realized must be her boots hitting the floor. More movement, and then she was back, stepping onto the stool and pressing against his back as she did something above his head. To his horror, as she stepped down, she pushed him, pushing the stool over. Daniel yowled and landed hard on the floor. Before he could gather himself or catch his breath, she pushed him onto his back, straddling his stomach.
“Now, boy, if you want to live, you’ll have to prove to me there is some reason I should keep you. Some benefit to me. Tell me, boy, what can you do?” The rope around his neck tightened, and she ran sharp nails down over his right nipple. “Well?”