by Marie Hall
Chapter 13
“Devin,” Mia cried and tugged at the silk binding holding her to the head and foot of the bed. “Devin this isn’t nice,” she said, a bit of concern in her voice.
“Neither is keeping things from me,” he told her and made sure she knew he was still sitting all the way across the room. Keeping things from her as it was.
Looking at her from here, he could see she was rather worked up. He’d had to fight her off in the cab and when he turned back from closing the door and locking it so no one disturbed them at home, she’d slammed him up against the door and started pulling at his clothes.
She huffed and pouted when he pushed her back then bent and lifted her over his shoulder to carry her upstairs, but a good slap to her stern when she pinched his had her growling at him. Damn him, he had a wild and passionate wife. Who wouldn’t want this?
She didn’t protest when he’d undressed her or when he laid her on the bed and secured her so she was stretched as much as possible. The blindfold made her gasp and he felt the little shudder roll through her. He’d stood a long while admiring the sight between her splayed legs.
Those hairless mons and the pouty lips glistening with her need. He’d tied her legs higher up the posts and placed a pillow under her hips which gave him access to her stern. And as she lay there on the bed squirming, waiting for his touch, he felt his cock grow so stiff it hurt.
“Devin, please,” she called.
“Please what?”
“Please come touch me,” she strained again against the bonds.
“Touch you how?” Devin asked, moving from the wall across the floor as quietly as he could though with Mia, he knew she’d hear him.
“How?”
“Aye, how,” Devin said softly. “You need to practice telling me things, pirate. So tell me how do you want me to touch you?”
“Devin,” she almost screeched. She did hate when he made her do or say things that spoke to her nature. Hated it like she hated having his hand smack her pussy or his fingers pinch those lovely nipples.
“You have to practice telling me, Mia or I’ll be left to guess,” he said as he retrieved the wooden chest from the table where he’d set it after covering Mia’s eyes.
“Then guess Devin, please, whatever you want. Come touch me however you want.”
“Ah-ah,” Devin cooed, and she again tugged at the bonds. “Come Mia, tell me.”
The tip of her pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips. “Touch my tit, Devin,” she finally said, and he saw her stomach contract with the words. She was trying to clench her sex down.
“Touch it how, my love?” Devin took the small jar and the short fat phallus with him to the bed. “Like this?” his palm smoothed lightly over her flesh and with a gasp she lifted up to his touch.
“No, more, Devin. Touch me, really touch me.”
“Ah, that’s what I want you to do. Tell me things.” He knelt down and slipped his hand under her luscious breast, cupping it, feeling its weight, squeezing it a bit. Letting his thumb brush over the stiff nipple. “Like this? Is this what you want?”
“Aye,” she sighed and tried to roll into his hand. “A little more Devin, please.” Devin’s fingers flexed, and Mia groaned.
“What next, Mia?”
“Devin, your mouth, put your mouth on me,” she told him and he heard confidence building.
With a chuckle he set his lips down on her shoulder and kissed her softly. Her frustrated noise made him chuckle again. “You must tell me more specific things, Mia, in timelier manner.”
“For mercy sake, Devin. Damn, suck my tits,” she yelled.
Devin’s laughter filled the room, “That’s no way for a lady to speak,” he scolded, but then leaned in and closed his mouth over the ripe flesh.
“Ah, Aye. Aye. Devin please,” Mia cried and twisted about trying to feel more of what he was doing. “The other Devin. Suck the other now.”
He leaned over the bed and gave the other side the same treatment. He waited, knowing her body would tell him before she reached orgasm. Her breathing became uneven, she bit down on her lip, ground her hips down into the bed then lifted them as if offering her charms to heaven. Her fingers balled into fists and even her toes bent and curled. Her little gasping cries came closer together. She sucked in a deep breath and Devin broke all contact.
Mia’s whole body sagged, and her disappointed cry was loud. “Devin? Have mercy, don’t shove off like that.”
“Are you scolding me?” Devin asked again with a chuckle. “You’re not one in a position to scold, now are you? What if I decide you hurt my feelings with your words and I left the room?” He stepped and made sure to hit the one creaky board in the floor.
“Devin, no. No. I’m sorry. Come back. Suck on my breasts until I come.”
She said the words, but he saw the color rise in her face. “Do you see how easy that was? To tell me things.”
“Devin? Are you coming back?” She was listening for him.
He trailed his fingers along her inner thigh and her head came around to look towards where he now stood at her feet. “I haven’t left Mia, I’m right here. Ready to listen to you tell me things. What do you want to tell me Mia?”
“I… Devin please?”
Saying she wanted her tits played with was one thing but she didn’t want to tell him how to satisfy her pussy. It was a bit of a line in the sand with her. She wanted him to captain that. “Tell me Mia.”
“I… uh… I…”
“What Mia? Come we both know what you want me to do. Simply tell me and I will.” He put his knee on the bed and she turned into the dip.
She licked her lips again. “I… Devin, please. Touch my… touch my pussy with your fingers.”
“Perfect,” Devin said and rewarded her with the request. Using two fingers, he set them at the very top of her sex and pushed down with significant pressure to ensure she felt every bit of the slow stroke. “What next, Mia,” he asked after just three up and down motions. She was so wet his fingers were coated and he lifted them to his mouth. “Mmm, you taste so good.”
“Aye, that. Do that Devin. Put your mouth on me. I mean put your mouth on my pussy.”
“Such a good lover,” Devin praised and did exactly as she asked, drawing his tongue up between the slick folds, circling her clit then pushing deep inside.
“Devin,” Mia sighed and lifted up against him.
“Is it so hard to tell me things, Mia?” he spoke with his lips against her sex.
“No,” she sounded distracted.
“Don’t you see I’ll give what you need if you tell me?” He shifted to lie between her legs.
“Aye,” she was almost there.
“But you always want to keep things inside, don’t you?” He nibbled a little on her clit then went back to laving the full length of her sex, then down further until his tongue swirled around the puckered entrance. “Don’t you, Mia? Don’t you want to keep things inside you? Not tell me.”
“Aye.”
She was lost. He could breathe on her now and she’d come like twenty cannons. Reaching over, he grabbed the jar and flipped off the lid. The warm, wood aroma lifted. Devin needed to discreetly ask about this. The one filled with coconut was labeled ‘good wife’. This was labeled ‘bad wife’, though until he could ask and remain anonymous he’d not understood why ginger would be for a bad wife. Taking up the egg shaped toy, he dipped it in and stirred it around the oily mix.
“Devin?” Mia called, and he heard her inhale. “Devin is that ginger I smell?”
“It’s for naughty wives, I’m told.”
“Devin, Devin no you can’t,” she strained against the bonds with some true effort. “You can’t, Devin. No. No don’t.”
Devin sat up then back and watched her struggle. She seemed adamant he not use this on her. “Mia, do you know about ginger?”
“Devin don’t,” she used her full command voice. Lifting her head and looking down, though unable to s
ee she gritted her teeth and growled at him. “No, don’t you dare.”
“You did know about this,” Devin said almost too shocked to react. Then he said, “Naughty wife.” He set the well-coated plug to her asshole.
“Devin. No, please.”
“You see Mia, this is the problem. You know things and you don’t tell me.” He added pressure to the base and it slipped past the entrance. Mia howled. “You like keeping things inside, but you must learn how unpleasant that is for me.”
“Devin, please. Please, no. I swear. I promise. I’ll tell you everything from now ahhhhh,” she finished with a squeal as he pushed the widest part past the tight ring and seated it inside her ass.
“I think you will tell me everything from now on,” he said, watching her for any real signs of pain. She was panting trying to relax and not move but he knew something was happening because her pussy was seeping. “I think if you don’t, we might repeat this often.” Setting the jar aside he again lay down between her legs. “And without this added benefit.” He said then latched onto her clit.
Mia’s screams as she came was probably heard through all of Portsmouth, but they ended on a sob and Devin wasn’t sure if she was in real distress or not.
“Devin, oh Devin, Devin, Devin,” she chanted. “Please, please get it out. Oh save me, Devin do something.”
Whatever the ginger was doing to her she was clearly torn by it. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take it out.”
“Other than that,” he told her, and she sobbed again even as a puddle formed on the bed under her.
“I, oh, Devin. It burns. Take it out.”
He’d been told it would create warmth and most women cried about the ‘burn’. “It’s supposed to Mia. But look at you,” he added and stretched his tongue to lap at her juices. “You must be melting inside.” He edged closer and licked her with more purpose. “Are you melting?”
“Devin, god save me. Devin, damn it,” she snarled.
“Naughty. No swearing,” he said, then smacked her pussy sharply. That was all it took. She screamed out again and swamped his mouth with her pleasure.
Mia twisted wildly for a moment then settled with what he’d call several fake sobs. A sound something like a woman trying to garner sympathy might make. “Devin, please.”
“Am I going to have any more problems being told things, Mia?” Devin asked, giving the plug a twist and making her cry out.
“No, Devin. No, I promise.”
“Then tell me what you want now, Mia.” She gritted her teeth and sobbed again but it wasn’t a cry of pain. He was sure of that. “Tell me Mia It’s your only chance to have anything you want. Speak up or…”
“Oh save me, take it out and fuck me,” she yelled.
“Such naughty language,” Devin said then laughed as he slid the toy from her ass and tossed it aside. “Wherever did you hear such words?”
“Your ship,” Mia panted and arched up as soon as the head of his cock set against her.
“You heard it on the Iron Rose? From who?” He slipped in then leaned forward setting a hand on either side of her body.
“Her captain. Oh please Devin, please fuck me,” she begged.
“You only need tell me, Mia,” he said then pushed in until he could go no farther. She was so damn hot he wondered if he might need more clarification on exactly what ginger did to a woman’s body, but as he began stroking in earnest she grew hotter. Her bonds kept her limited in movement, so it was up to Devin to assure her release.
Shifting weight to one side he slowed his thrusts and reached between their bodies to play with her clit. It took almost no time until those signs appeared. Shallow, uneven gasps for air, biting her lip, clenching her fists, lifting her hips into him. She was so animated and alive under him. That he ever once considered something less than this suitable as a wife was unforgivable. To miss this. The utter wonder of a woman in the throes of passion about to find climax for a second, third or even fourth time. Nothing in the realm of pleasure matched this. She took that last deep breath and Devin shifted again to resume his hard, deep undulations.
Mia went off the cliff with one more scream that made his ears ring. She gasped for air and clutched at the ties as Devin continued to push in and draw back. He held her there, not letting her wash out until he felt his own end nearing.
“One more Mia, show me one more time,” he begged and even though she shook her head no, she clamped down around him until he was overcome with the sensation and released his seed inside her. She followed him overboard that last time. Though not as hard as his fall was. And as he settled over her, they both gasped for breath, their bodies slick with sweat, he whispered, “You’re the most perfect woman. I love you.”
She took a deep breath, licked her lips and said. “I forgot to tell you… kiss me.”
“Pirate,” Devin growled and did.
Chapter 14
“No, no, no, you’re all quite mad,” Lady Alice said and again laughter echoed in the office. “I refuse to believe any of this.”
“Well you can believe or not, but I won’t sail a schooner on February thirteenth” Mia said lifting a stack of log books and stepping on the stool to set them in.
“Why is it anyway that a woman on a ship means misfortune? Didn’t you say the superstition was in place before the Lady Lovibond sank?” His Grace Phillip Lovelace asked.
“It’s not superstition,” Jonah said as seriously as he could, making Mia laugh as she placed the books on a shelf. “Women don’t belong on ships.” Mia turned and gnashed her teeth at him reminding him it was her that saved him from the sharks. He cleared his throat, “Present company excluded.”
“Well it can’t be common jealousy. Surely that captain…” Phillip went on.
“Reed,” Mia supplied though Jonah corrected.
“Peals.” Mia could only roll her eyes as she collected more books.
Laughter again. “You can’t even decide on the captain’s name, how are we to believe this?” Alice asked and held her tea cup for Mr. Hong to refill.
“No sail schooner, no sail love day,” he advised then moved off.
Again laughter. “So this captain, Reed, Peals, whatever, he takes his bride aboard and the first mate…?” Philip tried again to put the story in order.
“The first mate was in love with the new wife,” Mia clarified.
“What was her name?” Alice asked.
Several looks were passed around the room and again laughter erupted. “I don’t think anyone knows,” Mia said and Coventon shrugged.
“Well how typical, blame it on the poor girl but not even have her name to credit.” Alice huffed.
“So the captain has a wife, the first mate loved her and he shows that by wrecking the ship and killing everyone?” Philip said shaking his head. “This is how women will conquer the world. How many men on a schooner?”
“Twenty, twenty-five. Though it can be done with far fewer,” Jonah informed them.
“So one woman ended twenty-five men. If they keep taking us out twenty-five to one, we are doomed.” Philip said and clutched his chest.
“As it was meant to be,” Mia said, laughing again and lifting the last books from the counter. She paused to sip her now tepid tea.
“So when might we see this ship again?” Alice asked.
“It is due to ride the tides along Goodwin Sand, February 1848, so twenty-one more years,” Coventon said and everyone had a good laugh at her very disappointed expression.
“You needn’t wait so long, there are a good many ghost ships near those shoals,” Mia said, “perhaps we can go out and hunt a few. Maybe we’ll find the Flying Dutchman.”
“Oooo,” Mr. Hong almost wailed. “You no go find Dutchman, eat you, drown you.”
Mia laughed as she turned towards the sound of the bell and watched the woman walk in. She vaguely heard Philip ask which it was eat or drown, then her hands went limp and the books dropped to the floor. The woman
raised her eyes and met Mia’s stare directly and the world went black.
The throbbing pain in the side of her head made her stomach roll.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen.” Lady Alice’s harsh whisper didn’t help, and Mia tried to roll to her side. “She’s waking up.”
The dull scraping and the heavy tread of feet on the floor swamped her and she moaned with the roll of her stomach. Why did her head feel like she’d been hit by the boom? Where was she? She tried pushing up only to have hands settle on her shoulders and hold her down.
“Easy now,” an unfamiliar voice warned. “Move slow.” The hands left her shoulders and eased behind her back. “Fetch a pail just in case.”
“What happened?” Mia asked, blinking to try to focus her vision.
“You fainted,” Alice said and Mia sensed her move closer and adjust the pillows behind her back.
“I don’t faint,” Mia huffed then swallowed down the bile moving her head caused to rise up.
“Well, you did. Hit the deck hard,” Jonah said as she tried to look around. “Gave yourself quite a knot.”
Mia lifted her hand to the spot to the side but more towards the back of her head. Hissing at how tender it was. “Where am I?” the last thing she remembered she was putting logbooks away and talking ships with her friends.
“You’re at Doctor Crane’s office,” Alice supplied. “He’s our family physician. He’s very good.”
“Thank you, Lady Alice,” the unfamiliar voice Mia presumed to belong to the doctor, said. “Let’s have a look at you.” Mia’s vision was fuzzy, but she knew when the doctor and Alice exchanged places. She felt the gentle pushing aside of hair then the painful pressure of fingers. “The bleeding has stopped. I don’t think stitches will be necessary.”
“Here Mia,” Alice said pressing a cup into hand. “Try taking a sip. It’s just water.”
“What happened?”
“You just fainted,” Coventon said. “One minute you were standing there talking about finding the Flying Dutchman, then next you were on the ground.”
“Ghost ships, yes,” Mia said and tried to bite back the groan as lifting her head to swallow sent a shooting pain through her skull. “I remember see—”