For the first time, rather than continuing to ride her through his release, Jake buried himself fully inside of her as his climax began. Blythe shuddered, so close to her own orgasm and yet unable to reach it. She panted, squirming, as his cock throbbed inside of her, so rigid that her clenching muscles had no effect on it. Hot liquid spurted inside of her as Jake's hold on her finally went lax, relaxing as he filled her ass with his cum.
When he pulled away, Blythe whimpered, hoping that he might touch her, might help her find her own release.
Instead, he placed one hand on her hot ass and bent over her body to whisper in her ear.
"Don't move, my Bonny Blythe. Not one inch until you're told to." He patted her bottom in warning and then she heard him straighten his clothing and walk out of the room... leaving her still bound and bent over the bed with his cum slowly starting to leak from her sore hole while her pussy continued to throb with need.
Bastard, she thought, seething.
But she didn't move.
Mack
Looking much more relaxed than he had when he'd tossed Blythe over his shoulder, her sweet red ass high in the air for all to see, Jake ambled up to the helm. Trying not to feel too jealous, Mack raised his eyebrows at his brother.
Jake grinned back. "You're relieved of duty, Mr. Raw. There's something in my cabin that needs some extra tending."
Shaking his head, Mack snorted with laughter. "As you say, Captain." He gave his brother a sidelong look.
"No longer angry at her?" He still felt the lingering outrage from discovering her out on the deck, bleeding. The wound had been completely superficial, she'd barely even have a sore arm for the next few days, but he'd still felt panic shoot through his chest.
Taking his place at the helm, Jake shook his head, his expression oddly pensive. "I was never really angry," he said quietly. "I... I was scared."
The admission made Mack blink. He couldn't remember Jake ever admitting such a thing. Not since their mother had gotten sick and their father had just laughed at them when they'd tried to get her help. After she'd passed, Jake had never seemed fearful of anything ever again.
But he was right. Mack's own temper had stemmed from fear. When he'd seen the blood, he'd been terrified that she was actually hurt. That she might be taken from him. Fortunately, her wound was so small that the chance of infection was very low, but that had been what struck his gut.
"Now go on," Jake said, his voice gaining strength. He jerked his head toward the cabin. "You don't want to keep her waiting too long."
Tossing his brother a lazy salute, Mack quickstepped down to the cabin, aware of the envious glances from the rest of the crew as he did so.
Thankfully they were only a few days out from their next port, for Mack was sure that the rest of the crew would also be looking for their own relief after Bonny Blythe's discipline. The ladybirds would be flush after the Rawbone's visit.
But Mack didn't have to wait, and he was grateful for that. He hurried down to Jake's cabin. The sight that met his eyes made his cock even harder than it had been before.
Blythe, still dressed but with her pants around her ankles, bent over the bed with her red bottom in the air. Between those chastised cheeks, her arsehole was swollen and red looking, a thin stream of shiny cum trickling from its abused entrance. Below, her ripe pussy was swollen and shiny with need, her little clit poking out from the fringe of dark curls around it.
Bloody beautiful.
"Captain?"
To his surprise, her voice was a little hesitant.
"No, love, just the first mate," he said, stepping up behind her and running his hand over her hot bottom. She whimpered, when his palm touched her heated skin, but didn't try to move away.
"Jake told me not to move," she whispered, her head tilting slightly so that she could look over her shoulder and try to catch a glimpse of Mack's eyes.
"Then don't move." He chuckled when she groaned in slight protest and then whimpered as his fingers trailed over her arsehole.
"Please not there," she begged. "I can't take anymore."
"Don't worry, love," Mack reassured her, chuckling again. "Unlike my brother, I prefer a woman's cunt over her arse." To emphasize his point, he slid his fingers down to her pussy and into the slick folds. The abundance of cream he found there was only a little surprising. "It seems you enjoyed yourself."
Making a little mewling sound, she didn't deny it as she wriggled her hips at him.
Reaching down, Mack pulled his erection free, and then flipped her over. She squealed when her bottom touched the mattress, arching up, and he caught her legs, draping them over his arms so that her knees were in the crooks of his elbows. With his hands on her waist, he positioned her so that every thrust of his body would cause her sore bottom to bounce off of the mattress.
He and Jake had both noted her enjoyment of pain mingled with pleasure. Far be it for him to deny her.
Flipping up the bottom of her shirt over her breasts, Mack grinned down at the picture she presented. Her eyes were glassy with desire, pink lips parted, cheeks flushed with heat. Moving his hands up to her tits, the position practically bent her in half as her legs were forced upwards as well.
Leaning forward, Mack closed his hands over her soft mounds, his lips brushing over hers as his cock slid into her wet heat.
Blythe
When Mack's cock filled her kitty, her muscles clamped down around him with urgent need. But she was so wet, so slick, that she couldn't hold him in place. With a quick kiss to her lips, he pulled back just enough that he could fuck her soundly, his hands massaging her breasts while he pounded into her.
She cried out, arching her back as the sensations blasted through her. The bouncing of her bottom off of the bed with every thrust of his cock didn't hurt as much as her initial spanking had, but it did send sparks of pain bouncing through her pleasure.
Every part of her, inside and out, was burning up. With him controlling her legs, her body, she was as helpless as she had been when Jake had bent her over. Her pussy spasmed and she writhed against him as her long-awaited orgasm burst over her, flooding her body with erotic rapture.
Mack rode her through the gasping, shuddering climax and kept right on going, his cock rubbing against all her oversensitive flesh, flooding her senses with more. She gasped trying to twist, but there was nothing she could do. Pinching her nipples, he thrust hard and fast into her body, using her, pleasuring her, sending her soaring until he finally jerked and pushed deep inside of her, throbbing with his own release.
With his hard body draped over hers, his cock softening inside of her, Blythe looped her arms over his head, resting them on his shoulders as their breathing slowed. She closed her eyes, savoring the intimacy of the moment, the little shudders of pain and pleasure that still trickled through her.
These men... this pleasure... she didn't know how she was ever going to give this up.
Chapter 11
Blythe
It felt odd to be in a dress again.
In a dress, in Antigua... but not on her husband's arm. Strangely, she didn't feel as bereft, as grief-stricken as she'd expected. She'd thought memories would assault her at every turn, and they did... but they mostly made her smile. The sharp edge of her grief had dulled.
She felt a bit guilty, but at the same time, she knew Thomas wouldn't have wanted her to mourn him forever.
"Are you ready?" Jake's deep voice cut through her contemplation of the inn where she and Thomas had gone to eat when they were treating themselves to something special.
Turning away from the inn, she tucked her husband to the back of her mind again. Right now, she had things to do.
Looking up at Jake, she nodded.
They were dressed as the other revelers, looking to be prosperous merchants by their clothing. Jake had put a kind of cream on his face that made his scar nearly invisible, added some powder to his hair to lighten the color, and padding to his middle to make him appear fatter. He
looked nothing like himself. The rest of the crew were scattered throughout the crowd as well, mostly dressed as common laborers. Only a few had the manners and speech to pretend to be higher.
Catching a glimpse of Mack across the way, leaning forward and flirting with a fashionable young woman in a frothy peach dress, Blythe was shocked by the possessive jealousy that surged up inside of her. The urge to storm across the street and catch the young lady by her hair, pulling her away so that she had room to slap Mack across his smiling face was shockingly strong.
"Don't worry, love, she's not his type," Jake murmured in her ear with a chuckle. "He's just making himself look harmless. Like us."
Pressing her lips together, Blythe turned away from Mack and the young woman and looked up at Jake with a simpering expression on her face. He laughed so hard that he drew the attention of quite a few of those around them.
"Stop acting the fool," Blythe hissed, elbowing him in the side. "We're almost at the gate."
Still grinning, Jake just shrugged. She had to admit, the wide smile and sparkle in his eyes made him look very different. Nothing at all like the posters that had been put up about him. Which was the point after all. Jake thought that having a respectable woman on his arm helped complete the image he was trying to project even more.
The commoners wouldn't be allowed into the governor's party after all, but a wealthy trader certainly would be among the guests. Not nobility, but still important.
As they neared the gates to the part of the port where the select guests were, close to where the HMS Lion was waiting for its maiden voyage, Blythe felt her lungs constrict, making it harder for her to breathe. Or perhaps it was her corset. Either way, she was a bundle of nerves when they finally reached the guards.
Just as Jake had predicted, the men stationed there were merely glancing through the incoming crowd. They saw her and Jake's finery, gazes lingered on her bosom, and then they skipped right on to the people behind them.
Arrogance. That's what it was. Pure arrogance.
Mack
Watching his brother and Blythe move through the gates, Mack couldn't help but sigh in both relief and jealousy. As expected, single men were getting a much more thorough going-over by the guards than a man with a lady on his arm. Well, certain kinds of ladies. A young man did attempt to bring a ladybird in, but she was turned away at the gate, walking away in a huff while the young man shrugged and continued on his way.
It was a good thing they had Blythe. Despite her rough living now, she obviously had a more genteel background, and didn't stand out in a crowd the way a doxy did.
"Do you want to go in?" The giggling query reclaimed his attention and he smiled down at the young woman he'd been using as cover while he waited to make sure that Jake and Blythe didn't need a rescue. There had always been a chance that the guards might recognize Jake from the bounty posters.
Now that Jake was inside, it'd be up to him to avoid notice. Several of the crew were making their way in as well, but Mack wouldn't be one of them, he had his own task.
"I've some things to attend to first," he lied smoothly, taking her hand and bending over to give it a kiss. "Perhaps I'll see you in there?"
"I'll save you a dance," she said eagerly.
"I look forward to it." Releasing her hand, he slipped away into the crowd. Likely he'd never see her again, but he wished her well. She was a sweet, if very naïve, little thing. Another time he might have thought of trying to seduce her, for the challenge of it, but now...
Well, now he had Bonny Blythe. And he didn't think he or Jake were going to be able to let her go.
Jake
Blythe tensed beside him, her fingers digging into his arm, and Jake looked up. Hopkins had made his way into the gathering. The crush here was much less than it had been in the streets with the commoners and he could clearly see his father's smug smile. Beside him, his sister and his brother-in-law, the vile Ready, were also greeting the guests.
Glancing down at Blythe, he could see the raw hate in her eyes as she glared at Ready. Her other hand was clutching the locket round her neck and he could only imagine she was thinking of her late husband.
"Softly, dove," he murmured, turning her away from their hosts so she could take a moment to compose herself. "We can't let them see what we truly feel. Not yet."
Blythe glanced over her shoulder, but when she turned back to him her face had settled into a more placid expression. "You have no idea what I truly feel."
"Hopkins is my father," he admitted, keeping his voice low but conversational. Blythe's mouth popped open and he grinned down at her. The smile didn't reach his eyes. Lowering his head, he made it look as though he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear. "He bought my mother, forced himself on her, used Mack and I to control her, and then let her die when she became ill. He wouldn't even give Mack and I the coin for a doctor to see her, laughed at us when we begged. I know exactly how you feel."
Quietly, somberly, her eyes full of apology, she turned to face him. An onlooker might think they were about to kiss. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"You never asked." He shrugged, straightening and forcing a grin back on his face. Hopkins and his entourage were coming closer.
Blythe
Jake was right. In all the days she'd spent with him and Mack, all the nights she'd slept between them in his bed, she'd always kept a barrier between them. Other than the first day when she'd told them about Thomas' death, she hadn't mentioned him again, not even in passing. And she'd never inquired why they had a vendetta against Antigua and its corrupt officials, she'd only cared that they did.
Part of her hadn't wanted to know. She'd been struggling to keep the two men at a distance.
But she couldn't think about that right now. Not with Ready making his way closer.
He shouldn't recognize her. The woman he'd seen, the woman whose husband he'd had killed and then propositioned, she'd been younger. Her face hadn't been as tanned and lined by the sun. Her hair hadn't had the light sun streaks through its mass. And she certainly would never have been caught simpering at a man.
Hate burned in her heart as the trio drew closer.
She bore no ill will to Ready's wife, but that wouldn't stop her from what she had to do. Hopefully the woman wasn't overly fond of her husband.
Chapter 12
Jake
Seeing his father again made Jake’s insides churn more than a stormy day at sea. The man had aged well, his dark hair sprinkled liberally with grey, and he was in fitter shape than the merchant Jake was currently pretending to be. No large belly on him. If Jake and Mack aged as well, they’d be lucky men. Too bad they’d never know how well their mother would have aged. Jake clenched his jaw, pretending not to care, but as the man drew closer, it became more and more effort to relax. He highly doubted Hopkins would recognize him, even without the efforts he'd gone to disguise himself. Still, there was always a chance. Blood should call to blood, should it not?
If so, Hopkins was an exception.
His smiled genially as he walked up to Jake and Blythe, and Jake felt her tense on his arm. Hopefully she wasn't glaring at Ready again.
She must have managed to cover her hatred though, because none of the trio seemed to see anything amiss when they approached. They nodded briefly, passing by without incident. Jake and Blythe's clothes marked them as wealthy enough to gain entrance to the celebration, but not wealthy enough to merit attention from the likes of Hopkins.
Jake thought they were in the clear when Blythe stumbled next to him, knocking into Ready as he passed. The man half-shouted in anger, his drink sloshing in his hand and nearly spilling on his coat.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she trilled immediately, ducking her head and pushing herself against Jake as if looking for his protection.
It worked. For a moment, Ready seemed as though he was going to start in on her, but seeing Jake's large stature, he bit back the words. Instead, he scowled at Jake.
"Keep your woman und
er control," he snapped instead, turning away to Jake’s relief. He hadn’t recognized him or Blythe.
Steering Blythe away from the trio, he put his arm around her, bending his head down to her ear. Now anyone watching them would likely think he was scolding her. Which, he was.
“I’m going to beat your ass bright red for that later,” he growled at her. “What were you thinking?”
He felt her shrug. Glancing down, he saw she was fiddling with the locket around her neck again. He was just about to ask her about the jewelry when the screaming started behind him.
Blythe
She’d really thought that poisoning Ready would be much more difficult than it actually had been. In a way, it was almost anticlimactic.
Although, whirling around to see him on his knees, white froth around his mouth, hand on his throat as he fought for air… well, that was rather satisfying. But Jake was already dragging her away, rather than letting her watch, and… well, she still felt hollow inside. Thomas was still gone. The farm was still gone. Their life together was still gone.
Boom!
The sound of Jake’s gun going off made her jump. With all her willpower, she pulled herself back together.
The plan had been to create chaos for them to work in. He’d thought they were going to start it with some gunshots and some shouting. Blythe had just gotten things started a little earlier than he’d planned by dropping a locket full of poison into Ready’s drink when she’d bumped into him. Really, he should be thanking her, because when the guns started going off, Hopkins was already panicking.
BOOM!
That was no gun.
The gunshots had been the initial signal to the crew still out in the streets, who had then raised a red flag above the town, which was the signal to the last portion of the crew, who were still onboard ship.
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