Schooled in the philosophie séminale espoused by the amiably rakish Marquis, none of these calm-eyed wenches would have dreamed of disobeying her master’s slightest sensual whim, no matter how outrageous. That was almost a given now to the once-restrained Captain. Yet to put her hands trustingly behind her hips and allow them to be bound there, bound lightly and yet firmly so that the helpless thing could not resist even if the instinct suddenly flared, was strangely inflaming to the wide-eyed seafarer. The act reflected a calm, faintly smirking surrender, an intimate devotion seen nowhere but on this secret isle of happy depravity. And, of course, the drawing back of those silky-smooth shoulders also lifted and thrust out those springy naked bosoms all the more, did they not? Ah, and that
