“Edward, please!”
He pushed his tongue inside her, his cock straining at the deed. It wanted to be the next thing inside this hot, wet space, wanted Edward to claim her properly.
“Oh!” Alice gasped, but now, rather than straining to be free of his ministrations, her hips rolled forward, toward his mouth.
So, the lovely Miss Jaggers was enjoying his attention, after all? Edward drew back for breath, grinning at the realization.
“You are enchanting,” he exclaimed, pressing kisses against her parting sex.
“I-I can hardly believe it,” she panted. “I never knew such an act was possible.”
“Oh, it is possible,” Edward replied. “And absolutely bloody tantalizing.”
He tongued her again, permitting Alice to buck against his face as he devoured her appetizing pussy. Edward had feasted on a great many cunts, and if he was not mistaken, he thought Alice’s was the sweetest.
“Oh, sir, I…”
Evidently, Alice was struggling to articulate the sensations he was provoking, but that was just fine with Edward. He wanted her to let go. He wanted to bestow the gift he already knew she had never had—the gift of pleasure.
“That’s right, Alice,” he breathed into her hot, pink flesh. “You’re going to grind against me and reach the stars for your captain.”
Edward delved at her vulnerable pussy, not waiting for her to respond—all that mattered was the need to please her. It was incessant and maddening, but it drove him on, nonetheless. Edward wanted to taste her climax and was not letting Alice go until he had.
***
Alice
It may have been the Dexterity’s first voyage into the unknown, but as it turned out, it was to be Alice’s as well. Never in her wildest daydreams had she envisioned an act like this—a scenario where a gentleman would kiss and lick at her private parts with vigor, enough to send her reeling. Even a few moments prior to this, that would have been unfathomable, yet now, here they were. Alice was bound and splayed, exposed to Edward’s every whim, and while she knew that should be shameful—and on some level, it was—she could not fight the swelling rapture of his ministrations. His tongue was creating some sort of witchcraft between her legs, and her initial desire to fight him had now been replaced with a burning need to reach whatever goal he was pushing her toward.
“Edward,” she mouthed his name, unsure if the word had actually been vocalized.
But it did not matter—not anymore.
All that mattered was the focus of his mouth and the friction he was building at the front of her sex—that one tiny part of her body had become the center of her whole world. Alice’s eyes fell closed as the passion built to breaking point. The climax hit her like a wave breaking against the bow of a ship, a wall of unstoppable power which threatened to drown her with its intensity. Alice screamed out as the force ripped through her body, each and every muscle tensing as the wave pulsed through her. Her lips parted, her head tilted back against Edward’s covers, and her hands gripped the same ropes that sought to restrain her.
For one blissful moment, there was nothing but ecstasy—a black warm place where only comfort and pleasure existed, and beyond that, everything else was meaningless.
Alice was vaguely aware of Edward panting between her thighs, her body reacting with fresh, ungainly spasms to his every movement, but she could scarcely muster the energy to care. Whatever had just transpired—whatever that was—it was incredible, and Alice was only certain of one thing.
She wanted more.
Chapter Seventeen
Edward
He wiped her arousal from his mouth as he climbed to his knees. Edward wanted nothing more than to release his shaft and impale Alice, but much though it pained him to acknowledge the obstacle, she was still a maid, and plucking away her maidenhead would likely be an ordeal for the lady. Their gazes locked as he mused on the conundrum. For whatever reason, Edward desired her to enjoy their union. It mattered to him, and not because he was paying for her time and attention—quite the opposite, in fact. Alice was not one of the ladies of the night he usually visited when they reached shore. She was something else—something sweeter—and certainly, something purer.
“Edward?” Her voice was a raspy whimper. “Sir?”
His hand fell to his cock straining beneath his attire, rubbing the needy length as he answered.
“Are you satisfied, my lady?”
“I do not know what just happened.” She shook her head in disbelief.
Edward grinned at her innocence.
“You just climaxed, Alice,” he explained. “And I’d wager it was the first time in your life?”
Alice bit her lip, nodding to confirm his suspicions. “I had no idea,” she murmured. “No idea it was even possible.”
“Many things are possible between a man and a woman when they are alone like this.” Edward leaned over her, pressing his hands on either side of her pretty face.
“Like the spanking, sir?” Gone was the fiery stowaway Edward had found that morning. This Alice sounded almost awed, her gaze large as his mouth neared.
“Just like the spanking,” he agreed. “I bet there are all kinds of undisclosed desires in your heart, Miss Jaggers. Yearnings you have been too afraid to acknowledge before this day.”
“Perhaps, sir.” Alice gulped. “I did not think it would be this way. I thought you would seek to stick your sword in me.”
Edward laughed at her choice of words.
“I should very much like to stick my sword into your tight little pussy, Alice. I have never been more ready to claim what belongs to me than at this moment.”
She flushed at his language, but her gaze never left his.
“I suppose I do belong to you now, Mr. Law.”
His lips skimmed Alice’s jaw. “Yes, you do,” he agreed. “Every soul upon this vessel is my responsibility, but unlike the other spoils we shall garner on our voyage, Alice, you are a treasure I do not intend to share with my men.”
“I do not want to be shared.”
Edward lifted his head to gaze down at her again.
“Pray tell me, what do you want, Alice?”
She pulled in a shaky breath. “You, sir.”
Edward’s erection throbbed at the admission. “Do not play games with me, Miss Jaggers,” he warned.
“I do not, sir,” she insisted. “I know it is wrong of me to desire such a thing, yet I swear it is the truth.”
Resting on his elbow, Edward’s hand reached down to his breeches, releasing his eager cock from its confines.
“You are sure?”
Every sinew of him hoped Alice was sure. Edward could barely contemplate the notion of going without after so much passion had passed between them, but he knew he would. He wanted Alice’s consent. Edward had never been much for taking carnality with force. With his looks and charms, there had never been any need to compel women that way, and he had no desire to begin with the delightful Miss Jaggers.
“Yes,” she gasped, her lashes fluttering at the confession. “Though, sir, I do not know what to expect.”
Edward eased back into position, his right hand rising to caress the flesh of her bound wrists in an almost tender way.
“I only want you to do one thing for me, Alice.”
“What?” she panted. “What is it, sir?”
“Do not take your eyes from me.”
Alice sucked her lips between her white teeth. “I won’t, sir.”
He smiled as his cock inched into place. He was so hard, and Alice was so wet, her own arousal combining with his attention to drench her sex, his erection needed little guidance for the tip to nudge at her lips.
Alice pulled in a breath, panic flashing in her gaze as the reality of what was about to happen fell over her.
“Edward, I…” She hesitated, her eyes searching his face.
“Do not concern yourself,” he replied, already anticipating her query. “I shall easily fit. This is what
we were made to do, Alice. Just spread those legs for me and press your hips upward like you did when my tongue was buried deep within your sex.”
Alice’s cheeks reddened at his description, but Edward felt her body shifting as he had requested, and that was all he needed—that extra inch to accommodate him. He eased into her gently, pushing his crown into her tight hole.
“Oh!”
There was a flicker of pain in her eyes as he tore through whatever remained of her virginity, then it was done. Edward inched inside Alice, his gaze pinioning her every bit as much as his cock.
“You’re mine now, Miss Jaggers.” His voice was little more than a growl, and she nibbled her lower lip in response.
Slowly, Edward eased from her sex before lunging forward again. Alice drew in a deep breath, but there was less sign of discomfort on her face now—less pain and more pleasure—and every time he thrust into her sex, Edward could sense the carnal need within her growing.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, his quarters quiet, save for the labored sounds of their breathing and the audible signs of their arousal each time he possessed her anew. True to her word, Alice never took her eyes from him, those compelling orbs wide with passion while he claimed her. For a man as worldly as Edward Law, it was quite the experience. He assumed he had seen and done it all—sampling the best of what half the globe had to offer his sexual appetite—yet there had never been anyone like Alice. She was the ultimate contradiction—the uncorrupted virgin with a petulant, tenacious grit. A woman of obvious taste and morality who enjoyed the wicked thrill of being upturned over his knee and spanked. A terrified and timid vessel who seemed to have come to life under the weight of his ropes and tongue.
Even though he was the lucky bastard who got to plunder her first, Edward realized it was not enough. Just fucking young Alice was not going to be sufficient. He needed to be inside her head as well as her cunt. He wanted to captivate her.
Lowering his mouth to the side of Alice’s neck, he kissed her sensitive skin as his cock continued its relentless pursuit of pleasure. Beneath him, Alice groaned in appreciation, her head falling to one side to permit him greater access. Edward chuckled but obliged her, sucking at her flesh until he marked the area with a brand left by his lips. Then, unthinkingly, he slipped from her pussy.
“Roll over,” Edward instructed, “onto your hands and knees.”
He knelt behind Alice as she struggled to obey. Her ropes made it difficult to move with ease, but after a moment’s hesitation, Alice was in position.
Edward shifted her skirts out of his way, eyeing the delectable curve of her behind again. He ran his hand over her buttocks before he lifted one palm and brought it crashing down against her cheek.
Alice yelped, tugging futilely at her ropes as she shot an accusing look over her shoulder.
“What was that for?”
He laughed, a deep sound that seemed to reverberate around the chamber.
“For being so damn fine,” he chided while he edged himself into place, cocooning Alice’s body. “I want a lot more of that arse, Alice.”
She lowered her head at his tone. It was one of the few submissive gestures she had made, and Edward’s cock throbbed urgently at the display. Edward nudged her knees apart, the crown of his hard shaft already sliding between her lips.
“Oh, Edward!” Alice screamed his name, the intensity of his possession from his new angle, no doubt deeper.
“Take me,” he ordered, breathing in the floral scent of her hair. “Take everything I have to give you.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she breathed, drawing in a deep breath as Edward filled her up.
“Remember who you belong to now.”
Alice lifted her chin. “You, sir.”
Edward withdrew, lunging back into her hot, tight channel.
“Again,” he commanded. “Tell me again.”
“Edward?”
Leaning on one hand, his free palm rose and grabbed a fistful of her chestnut locks, pulling Alice’s head back until she was forced to meet his eyes.
“Tell. Me. Again.” His hips snapped forward with each new word, accentuating his resolution with three hard thrusts. Alice’s mouth opened, her eyes widening with the sensation.
“I’m yours, sir,” she rasped, struggling to get the words out.
Edward’s hand relaxed in her hair, but the palm guided her face toward his lips for a kiss.
“Scream it, Alice,” he instructed in a sensual purr. “I want every man on the Dexterity to hear you—to know who has claimed you.”
Alice’s expression was pained, and Edward had the sense it was not his cock hurting the woman, but the humiliation of what he demanded.
“Alice,” he growled into her ear. “Do it.”
Edward’s face moved away, his fingers burying themselves in her luscious hair again.
“I’m yours, Edward!” Alice called out while he pounded her from behind. “Oh, Lord, I’m yours.”
He grinned. Hearing Alice blaspheme in his honor was making him heady, his balls tightening as his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him.
“I like that,” he confirmed as his testicles banged roughly against the underside of Alice’s sex. “I like it when you admit who you belong to.”
She gasped, but the sound was almost lost as their flesh collided again.
“Down on your knees now,” Edward ordered, pulling from her wet cunt with some reticence while he pointed to the floor beside the bed.
He strode to the bedpost, untying the knot which held the rope at Alice’s wrists to the wooden structure, and Alice panted at the change of tact, her thighs trembling as she watched him.
“Sir?”
“You heard me,” he told her. “On the floor.”
Stumbling to the shiny wooden surface, she glanced up at him, her skirts tumbling down over her sex. Edward was back over her in a moment, his palm resting at the back of her head as he drew her face toward his erection. Alice’s gaze was wide with apparent concern.
“Do not fret,” he assured her. “Just open your lips and let me do the rest. I do not want to spill my seed inside you, Alice. It would not do to bear my child on this voyage.”
Edward did not give her an opportunity to react to that assertion, though he felt certain she would agree. As soon as her mouth opened, he pushed his cock inside, widening his stance as he eased the length in and out. Christ, Alice’s mouth felt as amazing as her pussy. There were tears welling in her eyes when he glanced down again, the product of how deep he was pursuing his pleasure, but it did not deter him. Alice could take it, and she would be enduring much more for him in the weeks to come—better she began to understand the dynamic. Edward could be tender and loving, but he was a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. Alice would do well to learn that—and remember it.
It only took a few more thrusts to topple Edward, his climax hitting him hard and fast, calling out as his balls constricted painfully. Loosening his grip, Edward allowed Alice to fall back to her haunches, but only after he ensured he had painted her face with his hot seed.
Chapter Eighteen
Alice
Alice had no idea what had just happened to her. This morning when she had left the house at some ungodly hour, she had been so sure of herself. With her plan and her limited possessions, she had been almost excited as she hid away, waiting for the captain of the Dexterity to come on board. What she had not counted on was that captain being so audacious and alluring. She had never expected him to find her, let alone dress her down for her behavior, and there was no conceivable way she could have anticipated any of this.
She had not counted on Edward Law, and the way he could turn her into a quivering, liquified mess in a matter of hours.
Dear Lord, what would she do now?
She was still stuck onboard this vessel for the foreseeable future, thanks to her own ridiculous ingenuity, and based on the little resistance she had offered when he had taken her maidenhead, Alice
doubted she would be able to go the distance. If he could do those things to her so soon after their introductions and make her feel this way, what hope was there? Alice clenched the muscles between her thighs and swore she could still sense him there. She would never be the same again…
“Up you get now.”
One giant palm was thrust in her direction, and Alice slipped her bound hands into it, climbing to her feet on shaky legs.
She blinked at him, aware she was covered in whatever warm fluid he had seen fit to deposit all over her face. Usually, she carried a handkerchief, but her personal effects were still stowed away in her inadequate hiding place.
“Here.” Edward reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of white material, handing it to her.
Alice eyed it with suspicion. It did not seem anything like the quaint and delicate hankies she was used to, but beggars could not be choosers.
“Thank you, sir,” she mumbled, taking the fabric from him and wiping the remnants of his excitement from her cheeks and lips.
She had never been so used and humbled in the whole of her life. Alice’s cheeks flamed at that admission. It was true, but disconcertingly during the carnal acts they had just shared, she had not seemed to mind at all. In fact, the more he denigrated her, the more Alice’s body seemed to respond with arousal and vigor. It was a perplexing thought.
“You were, as I suspected, absolutely mesmerizing, Alice.” Edward moved toward her, pulling her into a hard embrace.
Alice went gladly, pleased to be able to bury her face into his chest for a while. Frankly, the shame of everything she was trying to process was becoming overwhelming.
“Are you okay?”
The question resonated over her head, and for a moment, all she could do was pull in a low breath while she contemplated how best to answer.
Was she okay?
Was anything about this okay? Alice had to accept she had wanted the union—she had invited it. She could hardly accuse Edward of taking what he wanted with force, whatever his prior suggestion on the subject.
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