The Vengeful Tide Ch. 13

"That...be the right question, Burnwood," I said, much to her surprise. I then held out my hands and instructed her to come to me with a finger. The sound of her boots against my floor sounded like claps of thunder outside to me as she fully embraced the warmth of my candle.

She stood before me and the light allowed me to fully appreciate the small glimpses of muscle on her stomach. How hard had she worked to attain a body such as that? In an odd way, though she had these muscles, she was still able to keep her very feminine sculpture. There was no doubt that she was a beautiful woman in every area that you see.

Strong, self-confident, willful, a silver tongue lined with fire, an attitude to challenge anyone and anything that crossed her, Burnwood was the type of drink that punched you in the face and knocked you out if you approached it wrong.

I clasped my hands together. "Ya have been in my quarters enough to know something's wrong here. Should I punish you while you're still clothed?" I asked.

Without a word, Diane reached for her coat.

"I asked you a question, Diane," I said, a reprimanding tone on my lips. Her hands stopped.

"No...," she replied.

"No what?" I asked.

"No, Sir. I shouldn't be punished while I'm still clothed," She replied as she grabbed her coat and slipped her arms through its shoulders. I watched it slide like water from a cliff down her body until it fell to the floor. As I expected, her arms were just as toned as the rest of her.

She then reached for her pants and pulled those down. I was graced with the sight of black, high waisted female undergarments. I can't exactly say why, but Diane's unorthodox approach to stripping aroused me in a way I was unsure of why. Perhaps it was because I enjoyed watching her mind work so fast that she couldn't decide what she should take off first.

A part of me even wonders if Diane has ever stripped for a man before.

Anyway, I watched her grab the folds of her underwear before I stopped her. She looked at me impatiently. I offered her a smile filled with expectation. "Shirt next," I told her.

To her credit, Burnwood didn't question my order. Instead, she removed her hands from her lower garments and to her buttoned shirt. She fiddled with the buttons a little clumsily, but I think this was because she was slowly getting excited. I could tell from the way her nostrils flares and the way her breath started coming from her lips in rapid shakes.

She exposed more and more of her skin which got my cock rising with each button that was unsnapped. She took off her shirt and revealed a matching black bra to those black panties she had been wearing. In that bra sat two gloriously oval-shaped breasts pushed against each other with aroused nips piercing the fabric.

"Hmmm, you're very beautiful, Burnwood. I wonder how many men have fired their cannons off to you," I said. As I watched her shoulders slip through the fabric of her shirt. Just like the coat, it seemed to cascade off her body like water from a hot bath.

Once the shirt was gone, all Diane was left with was her bra and panties. Both of which had done their due justice in making my cock stand at attention. Well, given the way I had myself seated and with my pants on, it was a bit uncomfortable since the belt buckle pushed my cock against my stomach.

As I had with my mother, Aesteal, and Ellen, I twirled my finger. "Turn around. Let me feast upon the guard of one of the world's most terrifying powers," I said.

"Yes, sir," Diane said as she spun on her heels and slowly turned around for me. I wondered how many battles and fights this body had been through to have such a wonderful tightness to it. As she spun, I reached out a hand and caressed her revolving stomach and back with two fingers. She shivered from my touch, but she never stopped spinning.

Finally, my desires for Diane made themselves known when I touched her. I could feel the firm rocks of the muscles that lined her stomach wall. She might not be a type of beautiful that one would find gracing noble courts or whorehouses, but she was the type that held a sort of unrestrained and untamed ferocity in her disposition. Perhaps that was why her meekness was throwing me off. She had deigned me worthy of the leash that could keep her bound.

"Stop," I said.

Diane stopped.

I stared at her lean form and the clouds of lust began to cover my eyes. "Finish undressing," I said as I stood up. I then walked over to my bed as I heard the shifts of her undergarments falling to the floor. I then knelt down and pulled out my prized wooden box that had aided me so well during this trip.

Tired? I knew not the meaning of the word right now.

I pulled out a long piece of rope and turned around. There stood Diane in all her naked, feminine glory. I was first drawn to the way her nipples jutted out from her tits. There was a fair bit of drop to her breasts, but that only made me desire to grope and fondle her perfectly jugs between my fingers.

The next thing I noticed was the slight drip of arousal down her leg. I smirked. "Oh? Is the deadly Diane Burnwood turned on at the thought of being punished by a lowly bilge rat?" I asked.

Diane held her head down but her breathing sharpened. I walked over to her and pulled her gaze up by her chin. Her eyes widened as I quickly kissed her. I wasted no time and sought out her tongue with my own. I could feel the quiver in her lips as hers touched mine. Her body went rigid, but I eased her body by caressing her cheek.

"Mmmmph!" she groaned as I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her deeper into me. The reluctance in her tongue slowly disappeared. However, before she could partake of the pleasures of this kiss, I separated from her.

She stared at me, clearly confused by why I had stopped. "Does it turn you on? Tell me, you beautiful Draegnarian slut. Does it turn you on, kissing someone ya never thought would get to taste the fruits of your lips? Does it turn you on, falling at the whims of a brat?" I asked as I smirked at her.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

I smiled.

"Are you lying to me?" I asked as licked my lips. I think I saw some defiance in her eyes and that only made my smile grow larger. Yes, there was that fuckin' bitch that I desired.

"No, Sir," she replied.

"Then you won't mind if I check!" I exclaimed. I kissed her once again. She tried to bring up her hands to caress my body, but I smacked them away.

"I didn't say you could move! I'm the only one who's getting what he's ever wanted. All you need to do is use that sharp tongue of yours to caress mine. Got it?" I asked. She moved her head forward and sucked on my tongue in response. I answered by grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her lips from mine.

"Ugggh!" she said in pain.

"Got. It?" I asked.

She growled at me, but I merely held my gaze with her own. "Yes, Sir," she groaned before I reclaimed her lips again. Despite the way her body shivered, she did not move her arms as I continued to savor the sweet taste of her lips. I wonder how many men she's kissed because her lips were a bit clumsy here and there.

Still, I felt her tongue scrape against mine as we part took of each other. I made sure to properly appreciate her form. We parted and I placed tender pecks along her neck and collarbone.

I moved my body behind her while she enjoyed my ministrations. I then took her arms behind her and nibbled on her earlobe. "A ferocious beast like you needs a strong trainer to rein her in. How many men have tried to lay claim to you? To bind you, tie you up, make you squirm, and make you moan? Every curse, every threat, every word that drops from your mouths, men and women wish to silence it with a cock or cunt on your tongue," I said.

Diane's shivers got even fiercer. No doubt the shame and humiliation rushed through her body as she imagined herself tied and restrained by the devious men and women she had encountered in her life. They probably always wished that spitfire tongue would only be used for slathering saliva on a dick or pussy just preparing it for a good fucking.

I tied Diane's arms and bound her hands. I think she was so aroused that she didn't even take notice of my task before it was too late. She moved to say something, but her mouth was quickly bound by a piece of rag. I kissed her cheek. "Those getting punished don't get to talk. Only those without debts to be paid get to do that," I said.

Once that was done, I walked back to my bed. I took out my crop, I pulled off my belt from my pants, and I...took out my wooden paddle. I placed all three on the bed and then walked back to my chair. I took a seat.

"Seas, just looking at you makes me want to forgo the punishment and fuck you in the ass just like we bet a while ago," I said. I saw her eyes widened as she struggled against the ropes with as much strength as she could muster. Unfortunately for her, that type of rope is used for rangling beasts several times stronger than her. There was no hope for her to escape from my grasp.

"HHHHHNIIIIICK!" She breathed out of her gag as I watched her arms squirm some more. The way her arms were trapped behind her back made her breasts and tits jut out from her chest. Her nipples were practically begging for a mouth, teeth, and tongue to latch onto them and suck them hard enough for baby's milk to release from their glorious tips.

I picked up my pitcher of water and poured myself a cup. "Keep wiggling and I'll bind your legs too. Besides, you're running out of time," I said which confused her.

I took a sip of water and then placed the cup on my table. "Since you decided to come here and ask for punishment on your own I figured I could at least let you decide which instrument I should you. I was going to give you two minutes to play with, but since you squirmed so much, I figure a minute is enough. If you can't decide then I'll just use all three," I said.

"MMWHUUAAT?!" Diane asked.

"Time ticks away, Diane," I said.

I then got a lovely view of her ass jiggling as she ran to my bed. I chuckled when I saw her choice. She didn't even look at the crop or the belt. Instead, her eyes zoomed in on the paddle that I had used on Aesteal. Even now, I remember the sweet nectar flowing into my mouth from my slutty elf's baser desires.

I decided to get up and walk over to her. The entire time she kept her gaze on the paddle. I think she stared at it so badly that she thought it would grow a fishtail and swim out to sea.

I reached out for the paddle and grabbed its handle. Diane was then broken from her trance as she turned to me. Her mouth was positively dripping with hot saliva into the rag and onto the floor.

The same could easily be said for her pussy. Having powers over water and the tides, I could sense the rush of fluids flowing down the side of her right leg as she squirmed her thighs together. If I looked down, I'm sure I would be unable to guess which was the saliva and which was flowing orgasmic juice.

"You stare upon this object like a bitch waiting to be mounted. I take it this be what you desire?" I asked. I looked the paddle over and Diane's eyes watched me like a seahawk. I tapped my other hands with the paddle. A nice smack of its wood against my flesh sounded like a whip in the air.

"Time's running out, Diane. You may stare at this all you want, but I have yet to hear a plea for which one. I'm more than happy to use all three," I said which snapped Burnwood out of her stupor.

For the first time, she eyed the other two on the bed. I could practically feel her indecision in the way her eyes darted back and forth. Now, she would just have to communicate to me which she chose...without talking.

Diane made her decision and walked towards me. She then touched the paddle with her forehead. Her body was so hot, so needy, so wet that my skin could feel the heat from her spit during down its frame.

Once her decision was made, I placed the paddle on my desk and placed my belt and crop away. I then moved and sat on my bed. Diane followed me, but she did not sit down. She just stood in front of me, waiting for what to do next.

I placed my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees. I leaned forward and smiled. "Do ya remember what I said last time we met like this?" I asked.

Burnwood had to have known what I was getting at because her cheeks flushed with either anger or embarrassment as she looked down. Aye, good girls get to lick the paddle.

"Beg me, Diane. Like the good little girl slut you are, show me how much you want me to punish you. I am risking Liara's wrath after all. Surely such demands aren't unreasonable," I uttered.

I was aroused. No, I was beyond aroused. I was nearly going crazy from my own lust and this act we had partaken in. I could feel the aura of lust permeating the room around me as I tried to keep myself from simply forgoing the deviance and just fucking Diane so hard that we woke up everyone on the ship.

I don't know where this intense desire to possess Burnwood came from exactly. Aye, I had longed to fuck her and make her sing for me, but just as with my mother and Aesteal, there was something about Burnwood that made my hands tremble behind my back as I steadied my nerves.

Diane then dropped to her knees and turned around. She wiggled her ass in my face and moaned out to me, showing me just how the clearly waterfall slathering and glistening her legs, thighs, and my floor.

Though it must have been painful, Diane even tried fingering her little asshole with her bound fingers. She writhed and moaned at both ends on my floor, enticing me, tempting me, urging me to do as I pleased with her. The skin of her inner labia was positively brimming with lust juice as she tried to pleasure herself for my gratification.

"Mmmmmm...haaaaaa...uuuuuuuuuuugh!" she cried. I allowed this since it turned me on in such a way to hear her moan like an animal instead of attempting to form speech. Her body kept shivering like a harsh cold had blown into my room. I wonder if she even remembered that she was supposed to be enticing me, not masturbating so heavily.

I suppose it be true that people's desires grow stronger when they have been kissed on the cheek by Death.

I grabbed the paddle and stood. I then opened my window, letting the cool air sail in. I heard the sounds of the sea and smirked. So lost in her own pleasure, Diane didn't notice I had waved a long rope of water inside. It was only when it wrapped around her bound hands and hoisted her in the air

"MMMMMMPH! HMMMMPH! MMMM...MMMNNNN...NNNGHN!" she said as I wove the water around to make her face. Her eyes held shock when she saw that I had basically crafted my own lever to house her as high as I wished.

I touched her cheek. "Look at you, Burnwood. A quivering cunt and eyes filled with ecstasy just waiting to be punished like a common slut. Dare you imagine Liara's clients, nobles, servants, and allies across these great lands look at you and watch you beg for the firm touch of a lowly brat? A bitch like you should be ashamed,"

Despite the anger in Diane's eyes, I saw the way her mouth clenched my makeshift gag. Her chest was absolutely blasting back and forth as I sensed the blood rushing from her brain and down into her nether regions.

I then wove my hand and turned her around so her ass was in my face again. I licked my lips. I raised the paddle behind me.

SMACK!

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPH!"

Diane threw her head back and screamed as my senses connected with the rope of water I had been using. I could feel her arms, legs, and body lock as the paddle strike I had placed on her came unexpectedly.

I didn't strike her immediately after. Instead, I moved over to see her face and I was graced with a woman in the complete throes of her own passion. Sweat poured down Diane's forehead as her nostrils flared. No doubt this was due to the pain of my strike, and the way she was being held in the air. Her lungs were tight for air and she could only breathe through her nose.

I cupped her chin and eyed her delicately. "Since this is about you repaying your debts to me, then I'll be going until I'm satisfied," I said. I wonder if she even heard me. Given the circumstances, I think ye would agree that she be unfit to count out loud. However...

"Now then, my sexy gunswoman. Since I'll be hitting you as long as I desire, I think it's only fair that we make sure this is a punishment. I think it be otherwise with how much you're staining my floor. So, you're gonna count these here paddles. Count them in yer head if ya wish, but when I'm done I better hear the exact number I did or I shall find something more fitting for you," I said.

And, with that said, I raised my wooden paddle.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGG!"

SLAP!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGUGUGHHGHGG!"

CRACK!

"HAAAUUAUUUUAHHHH!"

BAM!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"GUAAAAAAAAA! MAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHN!"

Diane moaned, cried, and sobbed as I smacked her ass with my paddle. Naturally, this was not done with my full strength. Aye, I do enjoy the rough play, but I have no desire to maim a woman under my care. Though, with the way the fountain before me kept leaking out like lava from a soon to be active volcano, I do not think Diane would have minded so much.

I stopped for one breather as I surveyed my work for a moment. Diane's ass was red, very red. Just touching it, I thought I had touched a firestone. I couldn't resist a taste as I knelt and spread open her pussy. Shaking lips eager to receive a cock greeted me.

"Tell me, Diane, does a good girl soak a man's floor so eagerly? This doesn't look like the cunt of a good girl. This is a cunt that needs a cock ready to be buried inside it," I said as my placed my mouth to it.

"AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAFFFGH!" I head her garbled cry as my tongue lapped at the running juices from her sweet spot. Seas, the nectar was flowing out in such quantities that my mouth was getting a tad sore from my tongue trying to lap it all. However, I did not stop. I would not stop. My tongue climbed and climbed the clenching and contracting walls of her pussy. I had to say that Diane's pussy was unlike any I had ever tasted before. The way her walls seemed to try and pull my tongue into her drove my cock mad. I could live the rest of my life sipping, slurping, and inhaling this musky scent of this delectable wine that had been presented to me.

Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy the moment fully because Diane trembled hard!

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPH!"

Suddenly, Diane cried as I had to cover my face from the rush of sticky fluids that blasted at me as a result of a sudden orgasm. Ah right, I was in the middle of something before this.

I pulled my face away as I watched Burnwoo'd body slump, but my rope of water still held her as firmly as ever.

I smiled. "I don't recall giving ya permission to cover my face with lust juice, you shameless slut! First my floor and now my face. Perhaps, I was too lenient before,"

I stood back up and walked over to see how the lovely gunswoman of my ship was doing under my care. When I saw her, I was thoroughly pleased by the sight.

Sweat and tears had wrought their curse in Diane's face. The saline flowed down from her eyes and into the rag which made it just as soaked as I imagined. The excess sweat slipped down her chest and through her breasts. Her breaths were ragged and unfocused. However, I could tell that deep within her core she was loving the shame, the pain, and the thrill I was providing her.

I grabbed the rag and pulled it from around her mouth. She panted and I think her tongue fell out for a moment before she rolled it back. By the seas, I swear, her unkempt hair, high as the sky eyes, and burning face made her even more beautiful than I had previously thought. Though my cock had gotten me into trouble with her previously, I could at least rest assured that my tastes had been completely justified.