Pirates, Passion and Plunder

by Victoria Vale

  “No, Miss Jaggers.” The stern resonance was back in his voice again. “You shall not conceal yourself from me.”

  “But you have no right.”

  It was Alice’s last desperate plea to dissuade him, yet even as the words left her lips, she already knew it was futile. The lust brimming in Edward’s gaze was resolute and emphatic, and even with Alice’s limited experience of gentlemen, she had the feeling she would not be able to change his intent—and she was not certain she even wanted to. The warm feeling at the apex of her thighs was becoming consuming, a low throb more and more difficult to ignore.

  “I have every right,” he assured Alice. “You are onboard my ship, and we both know you want this, Alice. Do not delude yourself. I know you consent.”

  She bit her lip, struggling to contain the surge of emotion his words had elicited. How was it that Edward knew those things? Was she really so easy to read, he could tell she wanted him?

  “Edward.” Her voice was a plaintive sob. “Please, I am afraid.”

  He leaned over her, his hands grasping her palms and drawing them up above her head. “I shall not harm you, Alice.”

  Her eyes closed as his lips neared, and she felt the sweet pressure at the side of her neck, lowering to her collarbone. All the while, he held her down, pinioning her to his bed while his mouth explored her chest.

  “You are a beauty,” he drawled, taking in the look of her displayed breasts once again. “I am going to enjoy these, but first…”

  Edward’s gaze rose, and at that moment, Alice strained down the length of her body, locking eyes with him again.

  “First?” Alice’s heart pounded with the sheer uncertainty of the whole thing. She did want him—she knew that—yet the humiliation of being exposed to this pirate was mortifying.

  “First, you wait here.”

  Edward was gone in a heartbeat, leaping from between her legs and pacing in the direction of the opposite corner. Alice’s gaze widened. What was this? After all the ordeal, had Edward tired of her already? She gulped as she saw him returning, her body lifting from the bed, and her gaze falling reflexively to what was flexed between his hands.

  Rope.

  “Here we are,” he concluded as he climbed back into position. “This should help.”

  “Wh-what are you going to do?”

  Edward was on her in a matter of seconds, his sudden proximity causing her to lie flat against the covers again.

  “What was that, little stowaway?”

  Alice stared at him in disbelief. The man was such a contradiction—one moment content to lull and reassure her, the next, hell-bent on intimidating Alice into whatever he wanted.

  “What are you going to do, sir?” she corrected herself in a painfully breathy tone.

  Edward smiled. “I am going to make this easier for you, Alice.” He pushed his body flush against her as he answered, the soft hair of his chest tickling her skin and goading the peaks of her breasts into tight little knots. Alice gasped at the sensation, and Edward’s attention flitted to the space between their chests.

  “You like the sound of that?” he teased.

  Alice shook her head—she most definitely did not like the sound of that. Edward laughed.

  “How will this make things easier, Mr. Law?” she probed, trying desperately to ignore the incredible way their flesh felt as it skimmed over each other.

  This was sinful. Surely, this was not even moral between a man and his wife, let alone virtual strangers, and yet the small nub at the front of her sex throbbed with urgency as though it was inclined to disagree.

  “I am going to bind your hands to the end of my bed, little stowaway,” Edward’s soft purr reverberated over her.

  “Bind me?” Alice’s mind reeled at the news. “Why will that help me, sir?”

  “Is it not obvious, my dear?” he asked in a sardonic tone. “Then, when they ask you what transpired, you can say, in all honesty, there was nothing you could do to stop me.”

  Chapter 16

  Edward

  Alice looked stunned at his suggestion, the tension radiating from her fabulous body. “Say you took me by force?” she muttered in apparent disbelief.

  Edward drew her hands back over her head. “If it makes it easier for you to bear, then yes.”

  She nodded as he wrapped the length of rope around her delicate wrists. Alice was so small and fragile, and his ropes were so large, Edward was worried about damaging her.

  Alice tilted her head back to try to watch him work.

  “But what if you keep me here?” she demanded. “Restrained and entirely at your mercy.”

  Edward’s erection screamed for relief at her suggestion, but there was none forthcoming. First, he had to quell the rising fervor in Alice.

  “I like the way you make that sound,” he replied in a playful tone as he knotted the rope securely around her wrists and yanked them both in the direction of the wooden bedstead. Climbing further up her body, Edward went to work, attaching Alice’s bound wrists to the bed.

  “I am serious,” she tried to scold, scowling, though he imagined it was difficult to chastise when you were the one vulnerable and tied to the bed.

  Edward smiled. “As am I,” he reminded her. “And I truly like the idea of keeping you my captive here, Alice, but I swear that is not my intention. I just want you to surrender control and give yourself up to me.”

  She blinked at his words. “What if I cannot?”

  “Then, the ropes will ensure your compliance.”

  Alice gulped at that as though she finally understood their meaning, but Edward’s attention was already falling south to the place where her exposed breasts were on display. Alice had an ample bosom, and even with her hands stretched high above her head, her breasts still looked magnificent. Slowly, Edward trailed his fingers down her chest, circling her right breast for a moment before his digits journeyed sensually toward her beading nipple.

  “See how your body responds to my touch.” Edward’s voice was almost a sigh. “Your nipples are hard for me, just as your sex was wet.”

  She pulled in a gasp. “I did not intend for it to be the case,” Alice assured him.

  “It matters not,” he told her. “Your body betrays your desire, even if your head will not yet allow you to admit it.”

  Alice bit her lip, and he smiled again.

  “And now for the other delicious breast,” he mused aloud, his hand shifting to the left side of her chest.

  This time she jerked away, trying to roll from his touch, but it was useless. Edward pinioned her to the bed with ease, applying just enough pressure to keep her in place but not enough to hurt her tiny frame.

  “Oh, no,” he whispered. “Oh no, you don’t. You stay right here, where I can see those fabulous breasts, and you let your captain play with them.”

  Edward knelt over her, both of his hands massaging her chest before tugging gently at her lengthening nipples. Alice moaned in response, a signal she was relishing his treatment of her every inch as much as he was enjoying it himself. But it was not enough. Edward wanted more. He wanted Alice soaked with desire. He wanted her to beg for relief.

  Leaning down over her body, he grazed his mouth over her lips.

  “I am going to show you pleasure you have never known, Miss Jaggers.”

  Her gaze flashed with concern, but Edward was already gone, moving back down the length of her body, planting hot kisses on her chest as he went. He moved past the fabric of her gown, now caught around her waist, easing her skirts up to meet the rest of the dress.

  “Edward, sir!”

  “Hush,” he soothed, lifting the endless layers of skirts and petticoats that concealed the treasure he sought.

  “But I am a maid, and—”

  Edward lifted his chin to meet her frantic expression.

  “I am not going to hurt you,” he reassured Alice. “Not unless you want me to, of course.” He threw her a wink before his body lowered again, nudging his way betw
een her splayed thighs. Alice’s sex was exposed now, her final petticoat already lifted, and Edward’s gaze feasted on the thatch of chestnut hair that protected her pussy.

  “Oh, Lord!” Alice gasped.

  He could feel her straining against the ropes at her wrists but knew the gesture was futile. Yes, the lady was worried about his intent, but she was also intrigued. The fact her knees remained wide and pliant for his attention suggested she was, in fact, more than intrigued. She wanted to see what Edward would do.

  “Just relax,” he breathed as he inched toward the apex of her thighs. Slowly, he reached for Alice, stroking the soft hairs before his fingers pressed between her lips. Alice panted above him, her body tensing at the intimate caresses.

  “You are wonderful,” Edward assured the bound woman. “I cannot wait to taste you.”

  “T-taste me?” Alice practically shrieked the words.

  Edward had to smile. She was such an innocent—naturally, she had not heard of the art he wanted to perform, but it had always been one of Edward’s favorite ways to pass the time with the fairer sex. They all had such magnificent bodies, and despite their differences, he had rarely met one with thighs he did not want to bury his head between.

  Edward pounced, shifting his hands to her inner thighs, holding them down as his mouth moved into position. He lapped at Alice’s seam. She was still wet from her spanking earlier, or maybe it was his ropes which had burgeoned her desire? Edward was not certain, but as he ran his tongue along her lips, he could taste her arousal, and the flavor sent his own need escalating out of control.

  “Sir, what are you doing?” Alice’s voice was weaker now, shocked and desperate.

  Had Edward’s mouth not already been busy, he may have chortled at that question, for surely, it was obvious what his intent was, but as it was, there was no chance to respond. Instead, he tongued her delicious cunt, reveling in the way she tried to jerk away from his attention, but of course, bound as she was, that endeavor was futile.

  “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 17

  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.”