The priest was the last to depart, a man Arabella knew only as ‘Padre’—as the rest of the crew was fond of calling him. He paused in the doorway, giving them both a meaningful look as Drew rounded the table to take Arabella into his arms. Her pirate captain seemed oblivious to the company of another as he lowered his head to kiss her, but was brought up short by the other man loudly clearing his throat.
Drew paused, his lips hovering an inch from hers, his eyes darting toward the man lingering on the threshold. “Padre?”
The priest grinned at the impatience coloring Drew’s voice, but seemed in no hurry to depart. “Well, I was only thinking, Captain … once our prisoners are disposed of, a wedding might be in order. We’ve never had one of those aboard The Sea Lion, so I think it’s high time.”
Drew raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Quite so.”
Drew glanced down at her, humor dancing in his eyes. “What do you say, my Bella? Would you like to be married aboard my ship? She’s not a fine church, but she’ll do as well as any other place.”
Joy welled within her at the prospect, and she threw her arms around Drew’s neck. “I wouldn’t want to be married anywhere else.”
He turned back to Padre and shrugged one shoulder. “You heard the lady. We’d be honored for you to marry us. Now, sod off.”
With a boisterous chuckle, the priest left them, closing the door tight behind him.
Arabella fairly trembled with excitement, the events of the past few days now converging into this moment in which she stood in Drew arms, belonging completely to him.
Drew’s amusement faded by degrees as desire flared in his eyes, the hands at her back slowly smoothing their way down to her buttocks. He gave her a squeeze and pulled her tighter against him, a predatory smile spreading across his brutally handsome face. The hard ridge of his cock was relentless against her belly, and her cunt answered in kind, taking up a slow and yearning throb.
Taking her hand, he began propelling her across the room, his strides long and purposeful.
“Come, Bella.”
Drew leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his gaze tracing over Arabella’s curves as outlined by the silk of her sari. He reached up to remove her brooch, dropping it onto the desk and then setting about unwinding the fabric. The evening had been a pleasant diversion, but as the hours had gone by, he’d found himself hungry to have her to himself. He’d gone so long without her that he craved her like a man starved.
She braced her hands against the desk and let him have his way with her, trembling as the silk fell into a vibrant green pool at her feet. Drew grasped her waist and hoisted her onto the desk, prompting her to lean back on her elbows and spread her legs. He slouched in his chair to accommodate his painful arousal. He’d always thought her alluring, but she’d never been more beautiful or desirable to him than she was right now—limbs spread and her body open to his whims, brilliant gold and glistening emeralds the only things adorning her.
He trailed a finger through the soft curls between her legs, dipping into the seam of her mons. “Before we go forward with anymore talk of marriage, I want you to consider that I am not the man you once knew, and never will be again. You are the love of my life, but this ship and the sea are my mistresses. The crew are my family, and I want them to be yours, too. I will not lay down my role as captain. I never dreamed the life of a sailor could be for me, but it is, Bella. It is my calling, my purpose.”
She shivered as he strummed her clit with featherlight caresses, his other fingers spreading out to slide through her silken curls, pressing and massaging, teasing her into readiness for him. “I loved the boy you were all those years ago. But I love the man you are now, too. People like Big Jack and their families need you as much as I do. They need you to lead them and help them provide for themselves. I would never begrudge them that.”
“I will give you anything you desire,” he continued, delving his middle finger into her sheath and withdrawing to find it coated in her wetness. He lapped the juices and hummed his pleasure at her heady taste. “Anything that is within my power to give—and there isn’t much out of my reach.”
She moaned and writhed as he went back to teasing her, lightly stroking the furrows and folds of her cunny, marveling at the way she responded. She’d been made for passion and pleasure—his passion and pleasure.
“And what would you have in return, Captain?” she purred, spreading her legs wider and arching her back.
“Just yourself,” he replied. “I warn you, Bella … there may be times I am gentle with you, but I’ll find it difficult. There is little tenderness left in me. You drive me to madness, to lust and primitive feelings that cannot be contained. I find myself wanting to devour you whole. Perhaps you ought to consider whether you’d be able to live with that.”
Her eyes met his, the dark pupils large and open, the dark depths filled with yearning.
“I want you the way you are, Drew—wild and demanding. I am yours to do with as you see fit.”
Her spoken surrender nearly hurtled him past the line of his control. Just now, he had the most difficult time holding back and allowing himself to enjoy slow seduction and teasing. He clenched his teeth and tamped down the urge to drop his trousers then and there and stuff her full of his cock.
Instead, he slowly rose to his feet, running his palms up her body to cup her breasts. She mewled when he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, giving her a few light tugs.
“Perhaps you should experience what I have in store for you tonight before you decide,” he cautioned. “That is, if you are up for it. Are you in any pain?”
She gasped when he took hold of her clit and gave it a sharp pinch, then moaned as he began rubbing the swollen nub with slow, lazy circles.
“A bit. But I don’t want you to stop … I don’t want you to hold back.”
“Then I won’t.”
He kept up his ministrations between her legs while reaching toward the chest he’d caught her rifling through that morning. She likely had no idea what any of the items stored inside were for, but he’d take great delight in showing her.
“Were you curious about this little chest, my Bella?” he murmured, selecting a pair of clamps from within its depths.
“Y-yes.”
Holding the two diamond and pearl encrusted clamps up for her inspection, he grinned. “In Paris, the most daring women wear their gowns low enough to nearly display their nipples. In the bordellos, and even in a few ballrooms, you would be shocked to see pairs of breasts adorned with jewels. Some of these pieces are made to actually pierce the nipple as one might wear an earring, but these are simple clamps. They are as much for stimulation as they are for adornment.”
Her eyes went wide as he palmed one breast, and he kept his gaze turned up to her face as he bent his head to lick her nipple, then drew it deep into his mouth. The little nub hardened against his lashing tongue, her soft, panting moans urging him on. He might have spent all night here, sucking and biting at her as she squirmed beneath him, but he couldn’t wait any longer to see her adorned with the extravagant clamps, which he’d taken from a chest of jewels belonging to the mistress of a French aristocrat. Her belongings had been on board one of his prizes, and he’d chosen the best of them for his Bella.
She whimpered when he snared her nipple in the clamp, her expression of sudden pain melting into one of bliss as she grew accustomed to the tight pressure. He did the same with the other nipple, coming upright to admire the sight of her breasts, upturned and capped by the priceless gems.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, cupping her breasts and squeezing, agitating the clamps and prompting another chorus of delighted gasps and moans from her.
He kissed his way down her body as he sank back into his chair, his lips and tongue trailing between her breasts and down her belly. He held her thighs open and nuzzled her mons, flicking his tongue at the slick opening to her body. She gripped the edge of his desk a
s he eased her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in the valley between them, his senses overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal and the taste of it on his tongue. He began with light nibbles and licks, until she was begging for more with the silent pleas of her arched back and quivering legs. Then, he freed himself to devour her, sucking and biting, and delving his tongue deep into her honeyed passage. She tasted like ambrosia after years of starvation, slick and wet and warm against his lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she wantonly rode his tongue and sought her own pleasure. Easing two fingers into her, he fucked her with them while pulling at her clit with his tongue and teeth.
She shattered like fragile glass, splintering with a hoarse cry, her fingernails raking his scalp and her thighs clenching around his neck. He bent her knees and pushed her legs back, holding them in a relentless grip to keep her from squirming away when the pleasure became too much for her to bear. He forced her to bear it, not letting up until he’d dragged her climax out to its end, heightening her finish with relentless flicks of his tongue at her clit.
Only when she’d gone still, her legs shaking in his grasp and her desperate cries melting away to soft sighs of wonder and contentment, did he release her. He eased her to stand on shaking legs and then came to his feet, shrugging out of his sleeveless robe. Going back into his chest, he retrieved the smallest of his plugs—an elegant thing shaped like a teardrop and made of pure, gleaming silver. Its flat base was encrusted with decadent rubies.
Her eyes widened as he placed it in her hands, then went back inside for a small vial of oil.
“What’s it for?” she asked, tracing its curved lines and the jeweled base with curious fingers.
He plucked it from her grasp and gave her a wicked grin. “It’s for your arse, love.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, her expression one of shock and curiosity instead of revulsion. “Is that … well it doesn’t sound very seemly. I never thought such things were possible.”
Her innocence delighted him as much as it aroused him. There were so many ways to shock and debauch her.
“Shall I show you how pleasurable it can be?”
She gave an eager nod, not as intimidated by the plug as he’d have thought. Such was her trust in him, he supposed.
He urged her to bend over the desk, using one foot to kick her legs farther apart. Hands braced on the surface, she turned to stare at him over one shoulder as he dipped his fingers into the oil, liberally coating them. She tensed when he grasped one of her buttocks and parted her, revealing the ring of tightly furled flesh within.
“Relax,” he murmured, pressing his first finger to the little hole. “It will feel odd at first, but then … it will feel very, very good.”
The tension in her spine eased, and he proceeded, slowly sinking his finger into her rear passage. The tight, hot clasp of her had his cock pushing against his fall, begging to take the place of his finger.
She remained still as he probed her with as much gentleness as he could manage, eagerness to fill her with the plug overwhelming him.
“Good, Bella,” he crooned as he stroked slowly in and out, stretching and priming her for more. “You’re doing very well.”
“I … oh!” she exclaimed when he joined the first finger with a second, slowing to accustom her to the widening invasion.
He used his other hand to toy with her clit, pinching and pulling to relax her and heighten her pleasure. She melted in his hands, angling her hips higher in invitation, spreading her legs even wider.
“Yes, that’s it. Just like that. Christ, you’re so hot and tight.”
She moaned as he sank himself in to his third knuckles, plunging and withdrawing as she eased to let him in. He took his time accustoming her to the feel of his fingers, working her until she was mindless from the pleasure, face pressed against the hard desk and her cunt dripping the proof of her enjoyment all over his fingers.
She let out a little huff of annoyance when he withdrew, but he stroked her back to reassure her.
“The best is yet to come, love. Just wait.”
He coated the plug with oil, then pressed it against her back passage, slowly easing it inside.
“Drew!” she wailed as he wedged the unrelenting thing into her, slowly widening her farther than his fingers could. “It’s too much, I … I can’t …”
“It’s almost in, love. Relax and breathe … yes, that’s it.”
Her breath grew swift and ragged, her nails scraping the surface of his desk as the widest part of the plug slipped through the tight orifice, the rest of it swiftly following.
“There,” he crooned, kneading her buttocks and staring at the protrusion of the base from inside of her. “Fuck, what a sight you are right now, spread open for me and your arse filled. How do you feel?”
“I-I don’t know. Full … odd … but not bad. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Good.”
He tore open his trousers, hands shaking as he allowed the full force of his raw, animalistic need consume him. He’d been as slow and as patient as he was able, and had reached the end of his rope.
She screamed when he shoved inside her with one brutal thrust, forcing his way past the press of the plug on the other side of the thin wall separating one passage from the other. He palmed her buttocks and held her open, exposing every bit of her as he watched with rapt fascination the plunge of his shaft in and out of her, slick with her juices.
She was impossibly tight with the plug taking up space within her, gripping him with such force it took his breath away. Rough groans lodged hotly in his throat, his vision growing hazy from the tortuous bliss of such pleasure. He took hold of her hair and wrenched her up off the desk, creating a deep arch in her back and changing the angle of his thrusts. She became as wild as he was, arching into the clench of his fist in her hair and throwing her hips back to meet each of his battering thrusts.
He shed all notions of gentleness and care as she rocked into him at the perfect rhythm, opening her body until he became a part of her. The deck rocked beneath them, Bella’s nails scoring the lacquered wood as she became the lioness to his lion—clawing and panting and crying her pleasure with wild abandon. He released her hair, wrapping one hand around her waist to mold her to him, his other hand cupping between her legs. His middle finger found her clit and he stroked it swiftly, his pelvis pounding against her buttocks as he slammed into her with brutal force. It only heightened her pleasure, his savage lioness, and she thrashed in his arms, her sheath contracting around him as climax swept over her.
He took hold of her shoulder with his teeth, holding fast and growling as his own end followed close on the heels of hers. Arabella’s orgasm seemed to go on and on, the ripple and pull of her sheath strengthening with each caress of his fingers at her clit, each bite of his teeth at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. For a moment the entire world seemed to fall away, his vision going hazy as his release swept through him like a hurricane. He doubled over from the strength of it, pressing her down into the table. With one hand gripping the back of her neck to hold her in place, he fucked her through his finish, wringing himself dry inside her.
Drew collapsed over her, the strength sapped from his limbs momentarily. Arabella was in a similar state, her body limp and still beneath him save for the rapid rise and fall of her back against his chest.
When he found the strength to move, he kissed her cheek, then straightened to ease himself out of her. She flinched when he pulled the plug free but remained silent, her harsh breaths going from swift and grating to soft and nearly silent. Putting the plug aside for the time being, he fell back into his chair and pulled her into his arms. Once he’d eased the clamps off her nipples, he urged her to curl up in his lap, her head nestled against his chest and her mussed hair tickling his jaw. He stroked a hand up and down her back, a sudden urge toward affection washing over him. He held her tight as she trembled, kissing her brow and murmuring reassurances to her—telling her how she’d pleased him, how m
agnificent she was, how beautiful.
After a while she went still, seeming to come back to herself. She peered up at him a bit shyly, her eyes still glassy from the after-effects of their primal coupling.
“Will it always be this way between us?” she whispered, her voice a bit hoarse from screaming her pleasure.
He grinned, and gave her bottom a playful swat. “I certainly hope so, my Bella. Now that I’ve shown you what being in my clutches will entail—and be assured that this was only just a taste—I ask again … are you certain you wish to wed me? Can you live with a husband who will make such demands of you?”
Bracing her hands against his chest, she sat up, her grin sly and all too alluring in its teasing. “Not only can I live with it, I demand you carry on with me this way for the rest of our days. I’ve never felt so alive, Drew. I don’t think I could be this wanton with anyone else, but with you …”
He chuckled. “I will do my best to live up to your expectations. In fact, I fully expect to die an old man, happily buried inside your cunt when my heart finally gives out on me.”
“If I have my way, that won’t be for a very, very long time.”
“Aye, my Bella,” he agreed. “Not for a long time.”
They rose from behind the bed then, Drew leading her to the washstand, where they had to make do with cold water for washing. Shivering, she climbed into bed with him, where she lay between his spread legs, her back against his chest as he rested against the headboard. Through his open windows, the salty tang of the ocean and clean, night air wafted in. The sky was cloudless, allowing them a stunning view of a luminescent moon and a blanket of diamond-like stars.
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