Hunger

Chapter 4

He'd found the One Piece. He was finally King of the Pirates. The people lauded and adored him and his name was renowned throughout all of the Blues. He had wealth and power, which was his right. It always had been.

But his dreams weren't complete. Not without her by his side.

He was sitting in the performance tent that his crew always erected whenever they raided a place and kidnapped the survivors. The dream had his surroundings too undefined to tell whether or not an audience was present. Part of him would have been satisfied to give her a private show when she returned.

And she always returned to him. Faithful and devoted after so many had abandoned and betrayed him. She was like a fresh spring rain, warm and comforting, washing away the last bit of frost as the winter of his mind receded.

Minutes ticked by, but finally she stepped into the tent. His actual treasure. The blood of their enemies clung to her. Good. She'd done as she was told.

Buggy snapped his fingers and the spotlight was flipped to her as she strode towards him. He didn't mind sharing it with her.

"There's my Flashy Girl," he said as he swung his leg down from the arm rest of the chair he was sitting in, learning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He crooked his pointer and index fingers, beckoning for her to come join him. She obeyed him, but not before reaching behind her neck and undoing the fastener of the dress she'd been wearing. It slid from her body sensually and pooled on the floor at her ankles like water.

And fuck if he wasn't thirsty.

"Why Captain," she spoke, her voice like black velvet, crystalline bells, the heat of a summer night. "I wasn't expecting an audience. Here I was thinking I'd get you all to myself when I came back."

So there were people watching them. No matter. He had no qualms about taking her in front of them. Had no problem letting the world know who she belonged to. Had no problem letting both her and them know that he was the only man who could tease and pleasure her to the point of insanity, make her crave his mouth and fingers and cock like her life depended on it.

And her life very much depended on it.

It wasn't something he understood, but in his dream there was a sense of urgency about their relationship, a feeling that bordered on panic if he didn't fuck her and fuck her soon. Some of the blood she was covered in was hers, and while her wounds weren't deep or life-threatening, Buggy couldn't bear the thought of her hurting for a moment longer.

And for whatever reason, she needed his body to heal herself.

"So selfish. So needy," he taunted her as she stepped into the V-shape of his legs. He snaked his hands around to her backside, running his palms up her thighs, cupping her lush, plump ass-cheeks in his hands. He loved all of her, but he was an ass-man and hers was by far his favorite part of her. A man needed something to hold onto and his Flashy Girl delivered.

He placed a kiss against her stomach, making sure that some of his red grease paint was left behind. She loved it when he left his mark on her. He quickly undid her underwear, the lacy g-string she'd been wearing damn near being ripped off her body.

Nipping her flesh lightly he trailed his kisses downward, just shy of the pink curls nestled erotically between her legs. He hovered his mouth over her clit, his breath tickling her. She gasped at the sensation and he grinned, taking dark delight in the effect he had on her.

"Not to worry, Doveling. Captain Buggy fully intends to take care of you. Doesn't mean he won't make you work for it."

A whine came from her at his words. She grabbed his hands from behind her and placed them on her breasts. "Enough of the theatrics, Buggy. I need your cock inside me."