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if we pick up where we left off . Her thumb pressed down hard on the remote’s A button, and she immediately found herself back where she had been when the Channel had closed the previous night. Arms and legs bound again to the posts of her bed, she focused on a naked Hawke, who was just finishing his meal at the little round mahogany table across the bedroom.
    He was certainly a good-looking specimen of masculinity. Broad shoulders and chest. Sturdy arms and legs. Big feet and hands. Flat belly. That lovely long dick with its pendulous companions. Carla wondered what delicious torture he had in mind for her tonight. She hadn’t decided yet if she should be thrilled or frightened of his presence. After all, he was not of her creation, so what exactly was he? I can always say ‘Fantasy end,’ she told herself. If it gets too rough for me, I can stop it. That’s the rule in the Channel.
    Then she felt his icy blue eyes on her.
    “You have stopped complaining, wench,” he said, standing up and coming over to sit on the bed. Reaching out, he pinched one of her nipples hard. “My vessel is now in Half-Moon Cove. I sent Nestor out to bring back a lovely selection of toys for us to play with, my pretty. I think you will like them.” He twisted the little dildo in her asshole. “I think we shall replace this with something a bit sturdier,” Hawke told her.
    “How about that fine cock of yours?” Carla suggested to him.
    “Nay, wench, we are not quite ready for that yet, but I am pleased to see how eager you are for me.” He withdrew another dildo from the velvet-lined basket that had been placed on the nightstand. It was ivory, as was the smaller dildo, but ridged and at least four inches in length. “This one, I think.” Then he dipped the instrument into a bowl of scented oil, coating it lavishly as he used his other hand to withdraw the little ivory thumb.
    “Ohh.” Carla’s dark eyes widened. “That looks delicious, your grace.”
    “You are too eager for it,” he said and chuckled. “First that tempting bottom of yours needs a bit of priming, for I see its color has faded. Just a bit though, wench.” He stood up, and she saw a thick hazel switch in his hand. He began to whip her vigorously with it, the blows regular and spaced apart just enough so that her flesh began to quickly tingle.
    “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Carla shrieked as the stinging and burning spread across her skin.
    “Tell me you want to be punished,” he demanded. “Tell me that you are a very naughty girl and need the chastisement that I can give you.”
    “Ohh, I am very naughty, your grace, and I thank you for teaching me how to behave with my betters,” Carla said, knowing it was exactly what he wanted to hear from her. The look of satisfaction in his cold eyes told her she would now be rewarded.
    Hawke smiled, dropped the switch, and, taking the second dildo from the bowl of oil, slowly inserted it where the first had been. He twisted it several times, and she gasped with surprise at the sensation. “There, wench. Does that please you?”
    “If it pleases you, your grace, aye!” she told him.
    “It does please me,” he responded. “In fact, you please me far more than my duchess. She does not like to be whipped, and she has not taken to the cock well at all, I fear. I got her enceinte on our wedding night. After that, she avoided her duty to me unless I forced the issue. When she proved fertile so quickly, I let her be until two months after my heir was born. Then I locked her up with me for three days, pleasuring myself mightily while she wept and prayed. But I got her with child again. A man needs an heir and a spare at the least.
    “Her reluctance to keep me content is why I decided to come back to the Caribbean to sell Amorata Cay. I will find myself a mistress when I return home. I don’t suppose you would be interested in filling that position, wench? We haven’t fucked yet, but you have pleased me well so far. I suspect