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trying not to grin.
    Merlin looked past his twin’s shoulder to the horizon. Was
it his imagination, or did the sky look darker than usual? He glanced at the
barometer, affixed to the mast. It had fallen. “Did you see this?” he asked,
pointing.
    “I checked it a while ago. It’s fallen sharply.” Sebring
sniffed the air. “Electric storm. Quick, batten the hatches. I’ll take down the
sails.”
    Merlin hurried to secure the boat. While Sebring reefed the
sails, he closed the portholes and went below to secure any loose objects and
make sure the doors were all tightly closed. He hesitated in front of his door
then opened it. Kyla rolled over onto her back, sat up and ran her hands
through her waist-long hair, smoothing it. Her cheeks were pink.
    “Have you come to let me out?”
    “No, I’ve come to tell you that we’re headed toward a storm.”
    “Oh good! I love when the waves toss the boat up and down!
Don’t you?” She leapt out of the bed and started to go by him, but he grabbed
her arm.
    “Do you realize what I’m saying? A storm is about to hit the
boat.” He gave her a shake.
    “I heard you. I’ve been in many storms. They don’t frighten
me. This boat is made to withstand harsh weather. What do you take me for? An
idiot?”
    “Yes,” he said, and then felt bad as she flinched.
    “I suppose I deserved that. Let me explain. I was reared in
the southern tier. There are boats in every harbor. My brothers took me
sailing. I have my own boat. I’ve sailed since I could walk. I’ve sailed
through lots of storms. Now let go of my arm. I’m going on deck. I can help.”
    “Don’t give me orders,” said Merlin. He put steel into his
voice. “Here, on this ship, you are under my orders and you do as I say. There
is no arguing. There is no protesting. There is no sulking and whining,” he
continued, lowering his voice to a growl. “I am in charge. You are to stay in
this room until I tell you to leave. If storms don’t frighten you, fine. Tie
yourself to the bed so that you’re not thrown about.”
    He was going to pull back and shut the door but her hand on
his arm was trembling so much he couldn’t help noticing. Her eyes were wide, her
pupils nearly taking over the iris. Her lips were parted and he could
practically see her heart pounding beneath her shirt.
    Her shirt? It was his shirt! He took a step into the room,
intending to order her to take it off.
    “I love it when you talk to me like that,” she said, her
voice breathless.
    “Like what?”
    “Giving me orders. Give me another one.”
    “Take off my shirt,” he whispered.
    “When?” She grinned.
    “Now.”
    “Make me.” Her cheeks were bright pink now.
    “Fine.” He didn’t know what came over him but whatever it
was, he couldn’t control it. He grabbed her roughly and tossed her on the bed.
He pulled the shirt off her and then used it to tie her hands to the bedpost.
There was a harness specially made for storms. He snapped it on her, noting how
it compressed her breasts. “Here, let me loosen that.” He slid his hands under
the buckle, feeling her nipples harden. Once he loosened the buckle he grasped
her breasts and fondled them. She didn’t struggle. She arched her back and
rubbed against him.
    His cock was so hard he thought he’d come in his pants
again. He undid his breeches and pulled it out, holding it with one hand while
he rubbed and fondled Kyla with the other.
    Her eyes had widened at the sight of his cock and her
breathing deepened. “Oh, make love to me. I want your cock inside me. Please,
put it in me. Now.”
    “No.” He didn’t want to make love to her. He wanted to go
help his brother prepare for the storm. Already the waves were bigger, rocking
the boat. What was he doing here? He should be on deck!
    “Please! I’ll obey you. I won’t argue or whine. I deserve to
be punished. Hit me, spank me again, I beg you.” She twisted around and got to
her knees, her hands still attached to the