Lucky went to the cabinet and opened a drawer, pulling out two chains with cuffs on one end. He handed one to Rider, and then both men cuffed a wrist and raised it above her head, chaining her against the wall.

 Lucky and Rider took a step back, surveying their handiwork.

 “Who is your master?” Lucky asked again.

 This time, Willa remained stubbornly silent. No good would come out of it if she answered him the way she was tempted to.

 Lucky read the stubborn determination in her eyes.

 “She’s a fiery lass, isn’t she?”

 “Break her, Captain,” Rider said, turning on his heel and going to the nightstand to pick up two scarves and a wicked-looking knife that looked sharper than anything she would have in her kitchen.

 Rider strode back, handing Lucky one of the scarves and taking the sword from him before handing him the knife.

 Willa watched as Lucky, with a flick of his wrist, used the knife to cut the scarf in two pieces that floated softly to the floor.

 Rider then handed Lucky the other scarf that looked thicker and was black. He tied it around her eyes, blocking them from her sight.

 “I have her under control now. Go swab the deck,” she heard him order Rider.

 The room went silent. She thought she might have heard a shuffle then a loud grunt before the door was slammed shut. Then she heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking into place.

 Willa relaxed against the wall, sensing Rider was gone.

 Lucky’s French-accented voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t look so pleased with yourself. How do you know he’s really gone? Maybe he’s standing beside the door to guard it from my crewmembers who want to steal away the beautiful woman I captured.” His words cast doubt on whether Rider had left. Only knowing her husband as well as she did calmed her fears. Plus, he won points for calling her beautiful.

 “Don’t move. Stay completely still,” he ordered again.

 Willa held her breath. She was rapidly learning that, when he ordered her not to move, something was getting cut. She felt the blunt side of the knife on her skin as he cut upward, severing the strap on her shoulder. A second later, she felt the other one cut, and the top slipped to her waist. The blunt side of the knife ran along the length of her leg before then cutting the shorts off her body. Her stomach quivered when she felt the blade against her as the remains of her top fell away. Willa released her pent-up breath.

 “Captain Francois, you’re going to owe me a new pair of pajamas and a robe.”

 * * *

 Lucky grinned, glad she couldn’t see his amusement. Quietly, he turned, going to the nightstand and replacing the sharp knife before taking out one he had spent hours sharpening when he had bought a new set of knives. He had thrown away the set he had used on other women. No equipment he had used on another woman would ever touch the skin of his wife.

 He slid out another knife that was an exact match to the one he had just replaced except for one difference. He had used a scouring pad to blunt the blade. He had checked it a dozen times before, but he still slid it across the palm of his hand to make sure it was completely dull and there were no nicks in the metal to scratch her skin.

 He picked up a cigarette lighter, placing it in his tight leather pants. Rider wasn’t the only one who needed to quit eating Willa’s cookies.

 He silently walked back toward Willa, releasing the blindfold. Willa gasped as he took out the lighter, holding it underneath the blade for several minutes, then turned it over, doing the same on the other side, repeatedly flipping the knife. Then Lucky tucked the lighter back into his pocket before using his free hand to tug the blindfold back up.

 Silently, he moved away again. Reaching into the glass of ice water, he took out a couple of the melting ice cubes, placing them in his mouth. Before placing the knife in the ice water, he took out another blunted knife that he had placed in there before Willa had come out of the bathroom. Running the knife across the palm of his hand, he felt the cold metal then crossed the floor to Willa and began to show his wife just how sensual his knife play could be.

 “Don’t move.”

 Willa tensed. He heard her breath catch again as he pressed the blunted edge of the knife against the side of her breast, watching as the water that had been clinging to the blade caressed her flesh while it slid downward, making a path toward her stomach to cling to the mound of her pussy.

 “You’re wet for me, aren’t you, siren?”

 “Yes.”

 Lucky slid his finger through the damp lips of her pussy, rubbing her moist clit before removing his hand. He then bent his head, taking her peaked nipple into his mouth and rubbing it with his cold tongue. Her breath hissed when he sucked it in again, and Lucky ran the edge of his teeth against her cold nipple.

 His finger returned to her pussy, rubbing through her slit again, letting his palm press down on her clit. He switched breasts, sucking her other nipple in his mouth, teasing the tip until it stood out in a hard nub. Using his tongue, he pressed it against the roof of his mouth until he felt her knees buckle. Then he stepped back.

 Using the blunt tip of the knife, he traced the line of her thigh and then across her belly, watching as goose bumps rose on her flesh.

 “Is that with desire or fear?”

 Willa licked her bottom lip. “Desire.”

 “Who’s your master?”

 “You are,” Willa moaned, arching her hips, showing that she wanted his hands back.

 He was going to give her more than she anticipated.

 Unbuttoning his pants, he released his aching cock then nudged her feet apart with his booted foot and placed his cock at her wet opening, thrusting hard inside of her. He buried his face against her breasts as his cock slid into her as if begging for more. He gave her every inch he had, rising onto the toes of his boots to give her more than he had ever before.

 Her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist as he fucked her like the pirate she wanted him to be. He wasn’t rough with her, but neither was he gentle, making sure the leather of his pants rubbed against the inside of her thighs, and the leather vest scraped against her tender nipples.

 “Come with me, siren. Show me you can keep my bed warm on the cold nights at sea and serve all the needs I desire from you.”

 “Francois!” Willa screamed as her orgasm hit, her body stretched from the metal chains.

 As the erotic intensity on her face captured his lust, Lucky came, grinding his orgasm out in his wife as her cries filled the room.

 When they both quit shaking and Lucky didn’t feel as if his own knees were going to buckle from the ecstasy he had just experienced, he unchained Willa, removing her blindfold.

 He pointed the knife at her. “I’m only releasing you because of the pleasure you’ve given me. Anger me and I’ll chain you back up until you plead for me to release you.”

 “Is that a threat or a promise?” Willa teased, letting him pull her to him then laying her head on his shoulder.

 “It’s a promise.”

 “I love you, husband.”

 “I love you, wife. Let’s go take a shower. By then, I’ll be able to show you how those sheets feel on a tender ass.”