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groaned and grabbed her masked head. "That feels...wonderful, my lady."
    She was impressed he could stay in character while she gave him head. Taking more of him into her mouth, she sucked her way down the length of him and deep-throated his entire cock. She set the rhythm, bobbing her mouth up and down his long erection.
    The sound of his panting echoed loudly in the small room. He held her tighter as he thrust into her mouth. "I’m close, m’lady. So...close. Permission to—" His jaw clenched, and she knew he was trying to rein in his response. He gave up with "Fuck me, I’m coming." Grabbing her hair, he thrust deeply and came in wet, salty spurts, filling her eager mouth.
    When his body finally finished shuddering, he leaned his head back and blew out a satisfied breath. "Allow me a moment to...regain my thoughts, my lady."
    Celia wiped her lips and smiled. "I hope that adequately paid for my passage, Captain Rolfe." She grabbed her drink, savoring the taste of buccaneer mixed with pirate rum.
    "It did indeed, my lady." He rolled his shoulders beneath the still-open shirt he wore.
    In her opinion, the disheveled appearance only made him that much sexier. The sight of him made her legs wobble like jelly. She took another swig of her drink and sat on the edge of the bed.
    "I thank you for that, Kitty. Never have I encountered such a rush of pleasure in so short a time. It was exquisite."
    Beneath her mask, her skin warmed. "I was happy to oblige, sir."
    Glorious in his nudity, he sauntered to where she was on the bed. "Now, my kitten, it is my turn to pleasure you."
    Her body tingled at the mere thought of him doing just that. "I thought I was in charge."
    "You are. I’m merely your servant, here to satisfy any and all desires." He bent and kissed her breasts where they peeked over the top of her halter. "Do you desire this?"
    What a silly question, she thought dumbly, reaching behind her to unhook her top. The latex fell away, freeing her breasts to his attentive mouth. His silk mask tickled her bare skin as his lips found her nipple and began suckling, and all rational thought went south. "Ooh, that’s nice."
    The seductive magic of this man and the potent rum had a euphoric effect. Whatever inhibitions she might have clung to disappeared at the excitement of his lips worshipping her body. So deep into pleasure mode, she didn’t notice he’d stripped off her shorts and had her lying back against the pillows of the bed. He nipped at her breasts and then kissed them, dragging his warm tongue erotically across each excited nipple. It felt so wonderful. She never wanted it to stop.
    But it did stop, and Celia reached for him, trying to pull him back. The bandana he’d worn around his head came off in her hand, revealing thick, brown hair beneath. "Please," she begged. "Don’t stop."
    His quiet laugh blew across the sensitive skin of her lower tummy. "I won’t, sweetheart."
    Dipping his head, he kissed his way down past her navel, then across the top of her shaved pussy.
    Celia sucked in a ragged breath and clenched her fingers in his hair. Eagerly, she spread her legs and pulled him against her pussy. At the first flick of his tongue inside her, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. But when his tongue found her clit, she couldn’t keep her pleasure contained. She bucked her hips, meeting his mouth each time he thrust his tongue inside her. He teased her, tormenting her sweetly until she was on the brink of bliss, then pulled back and started over again. Her clit was hot and throbbing at the same time. Streaks of fire raced through her belly. Her body wouldn’t be denied, and she held him still with her thighs and hands. "Lick my cunt, Rolfe. Ooh, yeah. Like that. Just like—"
    Warm waves of pleasure flowed through her as his tongue dove into her pussy again and again. She tightened her thighs around his head, arching off the bed as her orgasm exploded in a blinding rush. "Ah! Ah! God!" Her fingers tangled