“Milady, you sound no different from a common whore.” Ronan Hinds laughed.
“No matter their station in life…” She groaned under him, clawing at his muscular thighs. “Just as men, all women are the same when it comes to base needs.”
“Well said… but enough talk.” The large man growled, positioning himself for the thrust. “As you so desire, I will take you now.”
Her large green eyes shot wide open and her full red lips made a perfect ‘o’, emitting a silent scream. He entered her with one powerful thrust, driving his enormous tool all the way in, until his pelvis slammed against hers. The pain was almost paralyzing, but only momentary. Her muscles eased as did her breathing. He held her tight under his bulk as he remained still with his hardness buried deep inside her. She could sense the intense throb of his organ and it made her feel good. Pleasure and pain exchanged places making her nubile body yearn for more.
Bella began to churn her hips under him. The sensation of his hard cock moving inside her sent ripples of bliss through her belly and thighs. Her moans filled the room as he followed her lead; gently pulling his cock halfway out and sliding it back in again. Her green eyes locked onto his of blue, her desire for him expressed with lustful brazenness. She reached out, caressing the naked hardness of his back and buttocks as he began to increase the tempo of his strokes. The brunette sensed another orgasm building up inside her as the ship rocked on the waves. The fighting outside now a distant memory, she reveled in the moment. Ecstasy clouded her mind; all she wanted was to be with this man, to have him take her to heights she had only dreamt of.
“Milady, your tightness… I have never felt any like it…” Hinds grunted, slamming his hips into hers. “With your leave, I will release soon… inside you.”
“Yes, Ronan… yes.” She gasped, wrapping her shapely legs around his lean waist. “Release inside me… and fill me with your seed.”
Hinds yanked her up, holding her in his arms, making her straddle him as he lay back on the bed. Bella liked the new position with her on top; she could feel him even deeper still. It made her whole body shake with pleasure. She grasped at the granite hard slabs of his chest muscles and steadied herself. He held her slender waist, guiding her up and down over his enormous erection. His hands slid up to her breasts, squashing the yielding softness. He teased her sensitive nipples; his hard fingers playing with the taut buds, making little sparks ignite inside her, further fanning her rising orgasm.
The young brunette shivered violently, throwing her head back and crying out. Her thighs tightened and she clawed at his chest, the force of her second climax making stars dance before her dazed eyes. She heard his grunt and felt his cock grow even harder and thicker inside her. His hot release exploding within her, her first experience of such, she would cherish for ever. She slumped forward, whimpering and shaking as he filled her with his love. She kissed him, tasting herself in his lips. He returned her kiss with as much passion, shaking under the intensity of his exploding orgasm.
“Milady.” He gasped, as she relinquished his lips for air. “A most memorable… union.”
“Of all the better experienced women you have known?”She smiled in satisfaction.
“Aye, none could have given me more gratification as you have.” He replied, caressing her hair.
“It pleases me to know that I have been able to satiate my first man.” She closed her eyes and sighed.
“It has been an honor, Milady.” His deep voice filled her mind.
“But what now?” She asked in sudden trepidation, her head clearing of the lust haze. “Are we still in peril?”
“Nay, the ship is secure…” He assured her with a squeeze. “We are safe now.”
“But I am… my ruse as a …” Her eyes roamed over his handsome face.
“No one knows of this, save I.” Hinds held her closer to him, squashing her breasts to his hairy chest.
“And your intentions, Mr. Mate?” She stared into his eyes.
“Noble and pure, Milady, that I assure you of.” He grinned, sliding his large hand over the smoothness of her supple back down to her generous buttocks.
“What of the captain… and it is his cabin we sully.”
“What of him?”
“Will he not be cross was he to return here to find us like this.” Bella raised an eyebrow. She had never seen the captain at all, in the four days she had been onboard.
“The captain is already here.” He said, with a wry smile.
“What?” She jerked up, looking around the room in alarm. “Where?”
“In your arms… as naked as the day.” The First Mate gave her a wink.
“What do you mean, Ronan?” She demanded, playfully grabbing a fistful of his rich, dark hair.
“I am the Captain now, as per naval law.” The sailor replied casually. “First Mate takes over as acting captain in the event of the captain’s demise.”
“The captain is…” Her eyes went wide in wonder.
“Yes, very.” He nodded; a distant look in his sea-blue eyes. “Captain Rollins was slain early in the pirate attack, and that led Brushbeard to believe he had the ship… he underestimated the loyalty of the men to the Garamond. We sail for our banners and not merely the captain.”
“So you’re the captain now…” Bella was almost breathless. “…and what of me?”
‘Captain’s are in need of cabin boys all the time.”
“So my ruse continues…” She smiled warily.
“Aye, with none the wiser.” He kissed her on the cheek.
“And Bran…” She suddenly realized. “Oh, good heavens, I’d forgotten all about him.”
“If he be alive, we will need a new Master Steward.” Hinds took a deep breath.
“Then Gillard too is dead?”
“Aye, even before the captain.”
“And Bran…” Bella ventured fearfully.
“Methinks he is sound, I did see him fight rather well,” The new captain said with some conviction. “…before I came upon Brushbeard and you.”
“I pray he is.” She exhaled loudly.
“You do that… for all of us onboard.”
“And what of our journey?” She remembered she had a destination to sail to.
“We will sail for Port Cartage, replenish supplies and recruit able-bodied men to replace the ones we lost.”
“And what of me… and my destination.” Bella eyed the man cautiously.
“We will arrive there, eventually…” He hugged her closer. “…and there are duties for a captain’s cabin boy to meet.”
“What kind of duties?” She picked up the gleam in his eye.
“I can think of one right now.” He gave her a knowing smile, guiding her hand down to his renewed arousal.
“I think I’m going to like my new role as the captain’s cabin boy.” She replied, sliding down his muscular body and grasping the base of his rigid cock. She licked her lips, a sudden urge to take the throbbing organ into her mouth overcoming her.
“Enough talk, to work.” She heard him growl, the intoxicating scent of his arousal filling her nostrils as she opened her mouth wide over the red hot organ pulsing in her slender hands.
Story Sixteen
Shelly was always a dreamer, but over the past few years, she had become a bit of an outcast. While she owned a successful ranch on the outskirts of her western town, left to her by her deceased parents, every other aspect of her life seemed to be extremely lacking. She never married and worked on the ranch herself, unless it was absolutely necessary to hire an extra hand.
Shelly was a beautiful girl and never had a shortage of potential suitors. Yet, every time that anyone would show an interest in her, whether he was a stable boy or another ranch owner, she would send them away. She never accepted a date from anyone. Instead, she would fill the hours when she was not working on the ranch with reading.
Shelly read books by the hundreds, dreaming of lives that she knew she could never have. For, as su
ccessful as she was and as well off as her parents had made her, her life was boring. Every day, she would get up and do the same thing over and over again, without any change in pace.
She loved her ranch and her animals dearly, because they were the only thing she had left of her parents. They had instilled the prospect of hard work and a love of the ranch in her, but that was all she had left of them. Her father died of a heart attack on her sixteenth birthday and her mother barely made it a month longer. The doctor was certain that her mother died of a broken heart; having loved her father dearly.
The pain of losing them was hard enough and when it came time for her to choose a suitor, she couldn’t bear the thought of falling into the same trap as her mother had. She loved her parents. When they were alive, she would have done anything for them. She knew that they loved her and there was never even a moment where she felt slighted by her childhood. However, watching her mother die, so soon after father, because of her father, was not something that she wanted. She could not bear the thought of losing her own life, simply because the bonds between her and a man were too great.
Her parents had loved one another for many years. Their bond, forged from many years together, seemed to be infinite. Before Shelly found out about the dark side of love, what it could do to one’s body and mind, she reveled in her parent’s love. She hoped that one day, she would be able to find a man who would give her what her mother told her constantly that her father had given her. She wanted the love, the companionship and the never-ending essence that came with being husband and wife. She wanted it all and she was sure that no matter what, she was going to get it. After all, she was beautiful and everyone in town complimented her on how loving and social she was.
In fact, Shelly grew up with suitors practically waiting outside of her door for the moment that she was ready and able to start courting.
Plus, it also didn’t hurt that Shelly’s family was wealthy. Any man who won her hand in marriage would not only get one of the only eligible women in the town, he would also get an estate that was worth more than most could fathom.
Everything was going well then, but one day though, right there at the dinner table, after celebrating her birthday with her family, Shelly’s father died. Even though she was mortally unaffected by his passing, she was sure that a part of herself passed on as well.She knew in her heart that the vigor for the life her parents wanted for her had died with them.
She was so close to them and they were taken so quickly and in such succession, that she wondered what her life was really good for. Now, she had more money than she knew what to do with, but pushed everyone away because she couldn’t stand the heartache of losing more of what all the money in the world could not buy back.
With the passing of her parents and the realization that her life could change in a moment and she would never see it coming, she was broken. Her spirit was crushed and her will to lead a life like her parents had been forever destroyed.
Yet, she yearned for a different life, beyond gates of the ranch, which kept her bound to it as though it was an impenetrable fortress. It wasn’t a guard or dragon keeping her imprisoned, but rather the animals on the ranch and the legacy of her parents, coupled by the knowledge that she had nowhere to go, that kept her bound. Anywhere else, even with the funds to get her there, would be a worthless endeavor.
Therefore, she sat in her room and read stories about the adventures she knew she would only be able to imagine by candlelight and the flip of a page.
The adventures that her books took her on were momentous and thrilling, but when the book ended, she would come to the sad realization that she was still all alone.
Yet, one night, while she was reading, Shelly could have sworn she heard the front door of the ranch creek opened as heavy footsteps tried to tread lightly on the wooden floors.
Slightly alarmed, Shelly stopped, propping her ear in the direction of the noise, but heard nothing else. Almost disappointed, she shook her head and mentally reprimanded herself for letting her imagination get ahead of herself. Without further delay, she went back to her book, but soon was certain that she heard footsteps again, tapping lightly around her kitchen.
This time she stopped, placed the book to the side and crept up from her chair, eager to figure out what could be making such strange noises.
Certainly, she was alone in the house. This was a small town and while she had a reputation for being wealthy, she also had a reputation for being extremely unfriendly.
When she reached the doorframe to her childhood bedroom, she stopped to listen again. Now, she knew for sure. She was not imagining anything. Someone was definitely in her house and she was going to get them out as fast as she possibly could. She certainly wasn’t going to let these people come into her house and push her around!
While she slinked down the stairs towards the general vicinity of where she believed the intruders were culminating, she thought about all of the books that she had read. Although she was undeniably scared, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement in her gut.
Wasn’t this what she wanted; to add a little bit of excitement to her otherwise humdrum life?
Shelly’s hair was standing on end. Every fiber of her being felt as though it was completely alive. She wondered if all of the new sounds she was hearing were a heightened sense, or simply her body trying to tell her that she was afraid.
Shelly was fascinated by the adrenaline that coursed through her veins and the almost crazed feeling of connection she had to everything around her. She took a strange liking to the feeling, as she had only read about it in her books.
She had probably had it on the day that her parents died, but she doesn’t remember either of those days and she would never consider them exciting.
She breathed in deeply, slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible while she approached the voices that were coming from her kitchen. However, when she grew closer, she became determined to find out who would possibly have the nerve to enter her house unannounced and quickened her step.
When she came up on the men, she grew a little too overzealous and stepped towards them with haste. Her foot immediately stepped onto a place in the old house where the ground always creaked.
With a gasp, she knew that she had alarmed the two men, even before they turned around.
“Get her!” She heard one of them say as she turned around in a panic. Yet, as her body spun, her attention shifted and she didn’t realize that there was another man coming up behind her. He grabbed her with ease and pulled him against his body, covering her mouth so that she couldn’t scream and dragging her back.
Shelly fought the man, scratching and trying to bite him, but no matter what she did, his grip was too strong for her to overpower.
As she was dragged into her living room and the other men followed her, three in all, Shelly’s heart pounded with fear as all the excitement drained out of her. All she was left with now was a will to live and raw emotion.
“Shhhh!” The one man said, putting his finger to his lips in a passively threatening motion.
Shelly tried to wriggle out of the other man’s grasp for a few seconds more, before the third man brandished a gun.
“Whoa!” The second man said, pointing it away from all three of them and pushing past his cohort. He moved in close to Shelly and pressed his hands on her shoulders, weighing her down so that it was even harder for her to move. She felt his lips close to her ear. “Please do what we say.” He whispered, almost in a desperate manner. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt, but I’m not hanging for the likes of you.”
Shelly thought about this and eventually stopped struggling, realizing that if they were going to kill her, they would have done it already. They certainly wouldn’t have put the effort in to get her to stop fighting them. When the man moved towards her, she saw the gleam of a blade sheathed to his belt. She knew that if they were worried about her making noise, they could have killed her with that and wouldn’t
even have had to waste the gunpowder of the other man’s pistol.
Breathing heavy from over-exerting herself, Shelly quieted down to a soft whimper as her whole body shook. This wasn’t how she expected her adventure to go, especially because now that she was caught, she was completely at their mercy. She only had herself to rely on because she had pushed everyone else away and she had failed. Since she knew that there was no one to come for her, no one who loved her that was still living and no one to miss her if she disappeared, these men had hit the jackpot.
With horror, Shelly realized for the first time that these men could truly do anything to her and no one would ever even notice.
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