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Rackety Kate and the Pirates

Chapter 14

A Battle of Wills

 The story so far:

We left Kate mid-orgy, with Jack and his four pirates. Everyone has a part to play – Duka is providing some sanity, Peter the seating and Chan and Harley the tortures of the damned for Jack.

Jack’s tiger gaze, fierce and golden, captured Kate’s.  “Is this what you want, pretty Kate?” His breath hitched as Harley leaned in to nuzzle his hip. “Is it?”

Kate quivered, feeling Peter throbbing high and hard inside her like a second heartbeat, his lips feathering over her shoulder, his breath hurried and hot. “Nngh,” she said. “Y-yes.”

Jack stood before her like an offering to some pagan goddess, the whole line of his body a taut harmony of bone and muscle and tawny skin. Kate’s gaze traveled from his knuckles, white with strain, where his fists were wrapped around the tree branch above his head, to the sculpted planes of his heaving chest. She loved the diagonal notches where his cobbled belly intersected with his hips, his magnificent thighs, strong and graceful and dusted lightly with golden hair, the shining honey-brown of his pubic thatch. It didn’t seem possible for him to get any harder, but he did, swelling another amazing half-inch as she watched.

What Chan and Harley were doing was so erotic she couldn’t think straight – nipping, and mouthing and nibbling, everywhere save where Jack obviously wanted it the most, if the helpless roll of his hips was any indication.

And yet, he made no sound, save for harsh panting, his eyes fixed on Kate’s, so that she was devoured by his gaze. She couldn’t fathom why it should be, but she was as much prey as if he’d been a tiger in truth and she something small and quivering, trapped beneath his heavy paw.

Kate struggled, drowning, conscious of the small voices of Ess and Tess, tiny cheerleaders. “C’mon, Katie, you can do it, you can do it!”

The slow movement of Duka’s huge palm, rubbing circles on her belly was somehow soothing. It gave her strength, confidence.

“Go on,” she said to Harley and Chan, able to achieve no more than a tortured whisper. “For God’s sake, go on!”

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