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a lusty little thing,” he approved. A single finger scooped some of her sticky cream, and then he thrust that finger up her arsehole to the knuckle.
    “Whoooo!” Carla exclaimed, very surprised.
    “I have heard it said that you enjoy a manly cock in your ass,” he told her. “Is it true, wench? Answer me honestly or you’ll be smacked again.”
    The long, thick finger moved back and forth within her tight passage. “Aye, I do, now and again,” Carla admitted.
    “Good!” he told her. He reached into his breeches pocket and withdrew a small ivory dildo the size and shape of his thumb with a round handle. Wetting it with his own spittle, he slowly withdrew his finger and carefully replaced it with the little dildo. “You’ll keep that there until I’m ready to give you a taste of cock, wench.”
    “Oh, yes, your grace,” Carla murmured as he tipped her from his lap and onto her feet. She swayed dizzily, a hand reaching out to steady herself.
    He stood up, towering over her as he did. “Undress me, wench, and do it properly, or next time, I’ll take my riding crop to your bottom,” Hawke threatened.
    Carla had been so used to dominating the men in her fantasy world that she had never considered the fun a girl could have being dominated. This man was tough and he was strong. Her fingers unlaced his shirt, and she drew it from him. His chest was broad, smooth, and golden with the sun of the Indies. Unable to help herself, she began to lick his skin, tasting a mixture of sun and salt on him, but when she nipped at his nipples, his hand grasped her short curls, pulling her away.
    “I did not give you permission to do that,” he said and slapped her lightly. He sat down again on the settee. “Get my boots off, you savage little bitch!” he snarled.
    “I thought you liked me lusty,” Carla replied, but she knelt quickly and took his boots from him, setting them aside. Then she rolled down his knit stockings and put them with the boots.
    He stood, but kept her on her knees. “The breeches and drawers,” he commanded.
    Oh, this is going to be fun , Carla thought. How big is his dick? Given his height and bone structure, it had to be a goodly size. Her fingers undid his belt and set it aside on the settee. His breeches had buttons, quite rare for the time period, but then he was obviously a rich man. She unbuttoned them and pulled them down. Beneath he was wearing a pair of linen drawers, unusual for a pirate. Most wore just breeches. As she drew them down, she turned to face his penis.
    Her mouth fell open briefly. Hawke’s cock hung at least ten inches in length against a mat of tight golden curls. Behind it she could see the man’s heavy, pendulous balls. What would he be like aroused and dangerous? Carla licked her lips, which suddenly felt dry, and a small moan escaped her throat. Leaning forward, she gave him a quick lick from stem to tip.
    “Not yet, wench,” he said, his tone hard. “You haven’t yet earned the privilege. Now, get over to the bed and spread yourself for me.”
    “You’re not ready to fuck,” Carla said, standing and looking up at him. “It’s an impressive length, but you’re soft as pudding.”
    “It isn’t time to fuck,” he told her. “Are you always in such a hurry, wench? Now, do as you have been bid, else I take your attitude for more misbehavior.”
    “Aye, your grace,” Carla said, and then she lay down upon her bed again.
    “Arms spread wide,” he instructed her, and when she had obeyed, he clamped a thick silk cord about each of her wrists, the other end of which was attached to the two carved bedposts at her head.
    Carla was startled. She had no such cords. From where had they come? She was not in the habit of entertaining lovers in her home, let alone her private bedchamber. She was even more surprised when Hawke took each of her legs, raising them up high to attach them with the silken cords to the bedposts just above her wrists. “What are you doing?”