“Are you nervous, my little dove?” The tenderness of his tone caught her off guard.
“Y-yes,” she replied.
Ah, oui.
She was exquisite. In the soft lamplight of the Imperial Suite, her porcelain skin appeared even more delicate, her hair even glossier.
Her lips. Mon Dieu. He would never tire of kissing them.
Or imagining them upon his body in many intimate ways.
His pulse hammered. He vowed to be gentle with her. He was a gentleman pirate, after all. And she was his bride. ’Til death do them part.
Thank God he came from a long line of octogenarians for he believed it would take decades for him to be sated.
“I have vowed to love and protect you all the days of my life. Tonight we will make love. And I swear I will not harm you.”
The corners of her mouth turned up. “Oh dear,” she said, in a most New Orleans belle sort of way, “I had such hopes of being ravished.” Her eyes bore into his and she tentatively slipped her hand inside his coat. The soft pads of her fingers burned his flesh through the barrier of his shirt during her shy explorations.
Ravished she wanted. Ravished she would get.
From his boot he retrieved a knife. Lizzy’s eyes went wide when he held it up, the lamplight glinting off the shiny steel. Holding her gaze with his, he touched it to the bodice of her gown and raised an eyebrow in question.
He could see the pulse beating at the base of her throat, the swell of her bosom just inches from the tip of his blade.
“Yes,” she said. “Oh heavens, yes. I hate this dress and everything it stands for.”
“I just wish to see you naked.”
With a quick slash, her bodice and the corset beneath came open. Though he could have finished the job rapidly with the knife, he decided to unwrap his treasure with his hands. Gripping the two sides of fabric, he gave a yank and the sound of ripping silk and lace filled his ears. Her breasts tumbled gloriously loose as the pricey material was rent away. He paused to cup the beautiful globes in his palms. One in each hand, the sight took his breath away. He licked his lips and then lowered his head to taste, first one and then the other. Her sharp inhalation and lusty moan filled him with pleasure. So responsive. And all his.
Her nipples were the most delicate shade of pink. Tiny tips on perfectly shaped bosoms. He pressed one of the buds against the roof of his mouth with his tongue and she clutched at his shoulders.
Telling himself they had all night—all their lives, in fact—he pulled away from the pleasure of her breasts and completed the task of stripping her bare. The rest of her gown split in two, hanging on her body only by the sleeves.
He pulled the split gown aside, like parting the curtains on a masterpiece, and examined the sweet delicacies hidden beneath. He swore under his breath.
“You are beautiful, my sweet mademoiselle.”
Fire burned in her veins. Displayed amongst the tatters of the gown her mother had foisted upon her but which had been more like a straightjacket, she felt more alive than at any moment in her life. William tugged on the sleeves and stripped away the last of the reviled gown.
The lusty pirate who was now her husband knelt on the floor in front of her, his lips trailing kisses along her inner thighs until he reached the tender, aching flesh of her womanhood. When his tongue lapped at her core, she thought she might faint and rested her hands on his shoulders.
It was shameful. Sinful. Wrong.
And the most magnificent sensation she had ever experienced. Flutters and flourishes spun through her body and her vision began to blur. The moisture which had gathered between her legs earlier returned in even greater amounts. She had no control over it. Or over anything in that moment.
William gripped the cheeks of her bottom in his hands and held her in place— though she had no desire to be anywhere else—his tongue and mouth performed unspeakable acts upon her nether region until she threw her head back, releasing guttural moans. Eyes closed, stars danced behind her lids and she swayed, wondering if her knees might buckle.
Just when she thought she might tumble to the floor, her pirate’s strong arms held her close. “Ma chérie,” he murmured in her ear, “le petite mort.” He continued to caress and murmur as she returned to herself, dazed.
When their eyes met, she glanced away and blushed. He turned her back to look at him. “Do not hide from me, little dove. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are an extraordinarily responsive young lady and your moans of pleasure are the finest compliment you can give me.”
He pressed gentle kisses along her hairline, then reached into the remains of her bridal coiffure and removed the pins until her hair fell around her shoulders in cascading waves. William raked his hands through her thick tresses. “It is a crime to keep this beautiful hair in pins and braids. No more. Do you hear me? I wish to always see your hair loose and free.”
She stared into his dark eyes and opened her mouth to protest. Was it not a sign of maturity and style to keep one’s hair properly coiffed? And yet...to be free from the tyranny of hairpins and heated rods for curling, torturous teasing and braiding. “Yes,” she said, shaking her head from side to side as her hair swirled about. “Oh yes.”
With a pleased look, he kissed the tip of her nose, then his heated gaze roamed her body and he smiled in appreciation.
“My beautiful bride.” He carried her to the bed and laid her against the best linens the Echo Inn had to offer. They were much scratchier than anything Madame d’Campe would ever allow in her home and for that reason alone, Lizzy found them perfect.
But nothing was more perfect than the sight of William. Her pirate. He had stripped off his clothes in a flash and stood next to the bed, his manhood on full display.
She had never seen a man in the altogether, though she had, as part of her proper education, studied the great sculptures of history. His physique rivaled the work of Michelangelo, though William would need at least three fig leaves if he wished for some semblance of modesty.
Based upon his proud stance and bold gaze, modesty was not an issue for him. Surprisingly, it was not for her either. Somehow, she felt safe, protected, and secure when she was with William. Even as her heart fluttered in anticipation of the marital activities they were about to enjoy, activities which she had never before experienced.
He joined her on the bed, his hands skimming the length of her body and leaving a trail of sparks everywhere he touched. The aching in her core deepened and she released a shaky breath.
He positioned himself between her quivering thighs and forced her legs open wider. “Forgive me, my sweet bride, for I must have you. I have vowed not to rush, but I fear I must break that vow. I must make you mine. Now.”
She felt the same urgency and nodded in reply. He lowered his mouth and kissed her, his tongue stroking hers into submission and then he positioned his cock at the entrance of her womanhood. He kissed her hard and drove into her tight depths, breaking the barrier of her maidenhead with one rapid thrust. She gasped against his mouth, but after a moment, the sharp pain subsided and was replaced by something indescribably wonderful.
“Oh,” she gasped, adjusting her hips beneath him in order to better accommodate the size of him.
“Mon Dieu. Heaven. I am in heaven.” The ruffian pirate’s words thrilled her to no end. And when he began to move in her womanly core, driving in and out faster and harder with each stroke, she matched his movements, pushing back against him as he shoved into her. An ache which had been building in her all day suddenly exploded and she shattered into a million pieces.
William stilled, caressing her face as she experienced le petite mort once again. “Th-that was incredible,” she whispered.
“You are incredible,” he replied, resuming the rapid pistoning of his cock in her core. She watched in rapture as his face contorted in ecstasy before his hot seed erupted inside her.
“Mine,” he whispered in her ear as he lay down beside her and held her clo
se.
Chapter 7
Not for the first time since she’d been kidnapped by Captain William “Sea Lord” Marshall, Lizzy felt as if she were flying. As if she were free.
She stood on the deck of the Silver Shield, holding onto the railing as the warm, salty breeze blew through her hair. She wore one of the readymade dresses William had purchased for her the morning after their extremely impromptu nuptials, and the silky material of the pretty, light blue day gown was much less stifling than the heavier, more fashionable dresses to which she was accustomed. She smiled, running her hands down the soft, slightly billowing skirt, her heart skipping a beat as thoughts of her dashing pirate entered her mind.
They’d been at sea for five days now. Every evening, he took her to bed and ravaged her in the same deliciously rough manner as when he’d claimed her at the Echo Inn. His kisses and firm caresses always drove her wild and left her hungering for the first drive of his manhood into her aching parts. Despite the pleasant breeze, a heated flush overcame her. In the confines of her bodice, she felt her nipples hardening and tingling, as if calling out for William’s touch.
“Even in the waning light,” came a deep voice from behind her, “I can tell you’re blushing, little dove. What, pray tell, are you thinking about?”
She gave a small gasp, as she hadn’t heard William’s footsteps. Though he was one of the largest men she’d ever met, he could move with the quiet stealth of a lion approaching his dinner. She turned into his arms and peered up at him, her heart racing faster by the second. Around them, the crewmen went about their business, but the calls and general noise of the pirates on board faded into the background as William stared into her gaze with an intensity that stole her breath.
“You surprised me, Captain,” she said, feeling her face grow hotter.
“And you, naughty girl, have failed to answer my question.” He arched an eyebrow at her and looked rather serious. He wore an expression similar to that which he’d displayed the time he’d taken her over his knee and spanked her. Memories of that incident only increased the heat flowing through her and caused her womanhood to pulse between her thighs.
“I…” her voice trailed off. For all the intimacies they had shared, and the fact that they were now husband and wife, she couldn’t bring herself to admit just what she’d been thinking about.
“Given your refusal to answer my question in a timely manner, I can only surmise that you’ve been standing here entertaining naughty, indecent thoughts.” He leaned closer and the gleam of the setting sun reflected in his dark, handsome gaze.
“I am a lady!” she said, a half-hearted protest.
“Aye, and you’re my lady.” He leaned closer and his grip on her tightened. “Mine, which means I’ll be the one to punish you tonight.”
“What? You can’t punish me for having naughty thoughts. That’s preposterous.”
“I am the captain of this ship and I’m your husband,” he said. “I can do whatever I like to you, little dove. Now, I expect you to return to my quarters and await your discipline. I will be down shortly to administer it.”
She gave a loud huff that drew the attention of a passing crewman, but the pirate immediately looked away after a censorious glance from William. “I’ll do no such thing.” She really shouldn’t test him, but she couldn’t help herself. She was enjoying this banter between them far too much, as well as the carnal pleasures it promised.
“Aye, you will, and I expect to find you waiting in the corner when I return. That is, unless you’d like to feel the sting of my sword belt, rather than my hand.” He turned her toward the stairs and gave her behind a sharp slap. “Go.”
To his delight, William found a pouting Lizzy waiting in a corner of his quarters. She peered over her shoulder at him when he entered the room, her lower lip thrust out in an adorable manner that made his cock harden on the spot.
“Good girl,” he said, approaching her. He grinned when she lifted her chin and turned back into the corner, as if to pretend he wasn’t even there.
He cupped her bottom through her voluminous skirts for a moment before lifting the material up to bare her derrière to his gaze. Per his orders, she wore no undergarments of any kind, which gave him easy access to her intimate parts. He ran a thumb down her crevice, teasing the area between her cheeks. With a gasp, she stiffened and attempted to escape his attentions.
Slap! He gave her a single rapid swat and bent over her, placing his lips to her ear. “Naughty, naughty. You are never to push your husband away. I own you, little dove, and I’ll touch you whenever and wherever I like.” He continued his explorations for several minutes, caressing her backside and occasionally pressing against the pucker he planned to train, and eventually, to claim. “This part of you belongs to me as well,” he said, slipping the very tip of his probing finger inside her exquisite tightness.
“Oh!” She gasped and whimpered, emitting the most endearing sounds of distress. “Please, William, you mustn’t touch me there. Please don’t.”
He loved hearing his name on her lips, particularly in the midst of her desperate pleas, and he gave a growl of satisfaction. “One day, my little blushing bride, I will claim this snug hole of yours, in the same manner in which I routinely claim your tight cunny.”
A strangled moan left her and her head fell forward against the wall. She parted her legs further and her hips soon gyrated in a wanton fashion. He had no doubt that if he touched her quim, he would discover her soaking wet. However, before he allowed her pleasure, she must endure the punishment he’d promised her.
“Please,” she whispered in a hoarse voice. “Please, I am aching for you.”
“I imagine you are.” Slowly, he withdrew his digit from her bottom. “Lizzy, I want you to hold your skirts up and walk to the bed.”
She obediently gathered the material in her arms and turned to face the bed. He followed her, his gaze on the pale creamy cheeks he would soon redden. Once she reached her destination, she peered back at him while biting her lower lip, clearly awaiting further instructions.
“Bend over the bed.” He made his voice stern. “I intend to show you what happens to wayward wives.”
“It’s rather rich, you, a bloody pirate, calling me, a respectable lady of society, wayward,” she replied in a surprisingly flippant tone.
“Just for that remark,” he said, “I shall pay special attention to the sensitive area above your upper thighs.”
Her eyes widened and she looked apologetic, though she didn’t say anything more. With a deep sigh, she finally bent over the bed, her upraised skirts billowing around her like a huge blue cushion.
William wasted no time in delivering the first slap, nor the second and the third, and so on. He took position beside her, pressed down on her lower back, and commenced smacking her bottom, alternating the slaps from left cheek to right. She clutched the covers and wiggled, attempting to dodge the steady blows, but her strength was no match for that of a husband determined to teach his errant wife a lesson.
“Such a naughty little girl,” he said in a scolding tone, “as deeply as you were blushing, anyone who walked by you above deck could have easily guessed you were entertaining carnal thoughts. You will learn to better control yourself, my bride, or you will find yourself in this exact position more often than you will like. I expect you to comport yourself as a lady in public.”
“Ouch! Ohh!” She writhed upon the bed as he moved to swat the tender area where buttocks merged into thighs. “Let me up, you scoundrel. This hurts!”
“Such defiant words. Hmm. I dare say I am not chastising you severely enough.” With that, he spanked her harder, until she drummed her feet against the floor and her bottom turned an enticing shade of red.
“I-I’m sorry!” She suddenly blurted. “Oh, please stop. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear it!” She gasped several more times as he repeatedly slapped her upper thighs and bottom. Just when her whimpers increased and he believed she was on the verge of te
ars, he ceased spanking her and moved to cup her backside, taking one cheek in each hand.
“Your punishment is almost over,” he said, pulling the red globes of her chastised bottom apart.
“Oh please,” she said with a sniffle, “I cannot bear any more. I am sorry. Truly.”
He released her, but only long enough to free his painfully swollen cock. He stood directly behind her and once again cupped her cheeks and drew them apart. “Spread your legs wider. This is the final part of your punishment—a long, hard, merciless pounding. I am going to drive into you with such fury, you will be sore for days to come.”
She parted her thighs, rewarding him with an unhindered view of her slick nether lips. The insides of her thighs glistened with her escaping arousal. He groaned and placed the tip of his shaft at her inviting entrance.
Then he gripped her buttocks harder, spread her even wider, and proceeded to give her the harsh punishment he’d promised—a long, hard pounding that left her fisting her hands in the sheets and crying out as he made her very, very sore.
“Naughty, naughty girl. This is what you get.”
His bollocks slapped against her with each deep, rapid thrust, and just before he spilled himself inside her, she screamed in the throes of her own quaking release.
Chapter 8
The island was beautiful. Lizzy stared at the exotic greenery beyond the white beach, almost in disbelief that this breathtaking island was her new home. They sailed into a tiny port that only contained small fishing vessels. The Silver Shield was the only large ship she could see. She glanced around for William and saw him shouting orders to his well-trained crew as they traveled closer to the docks.
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