He groaned and stiffened, emptying himself in heated squirts. “You little whore…” The length of him continued to plunge, wetness dripping to my inner thighs. “I have to get you off this ship. You’re a distracting little vixen.”
“Yes, Captain.” I sounded winded.
“You’ve ruined my correspondence.”
“I-I’m sorry.” He smacked my ass. I gasped with pain; I was sore all over. “Ouch.”
He buttoned his pants, buckling the belt. A strong hand clamped around my upper arm. “Let’s go. If I don’t get rid of you now, I never will.” He all but hauled me out of his chamber, the boat shifting beneath us.
The pirate captain shouted orders on deck, his men scurrying around like organized ants. I found myself clinging to a rope ladder, lowering to a waiting skiff. There were four pirates and the captain. A determined look hardened his face, making him appear older in the sunlight. The specks of darkness on the beach were the survivors of The Lady Jane, Jack among them. When we reached the shore, we disembarked, the bottom of my dress getting wet from the surf. I was barefoot, without stockings or shoes.
“There she is!” exclaimed Pricilla. “Oh, thank, God.”
Jack took me in with one long look, anger flaring in his eyes. He had been beaten, and his left eye was bruised. “Are you all right, Lucy?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” The evidence of my shame, the captain’s sperm, had dried on my inner thighs, and my welts and bruises were hidden beneath the dress.
“I’m Captain Fallen. Who knows where this treasure is?”
“I do.”
“Great. Bring him.” He pointed at me. “Is this your fiancé?”
“Yes.”
He grinned. “Lucky man. She comes too. We’ve wasted enough time. I want to sail at sunset. Let’s go.”
Two pirates grasped Jack, dragging him to his feet. His hands were tied behind his back, leaving him at their mercy. The others waited on the beach, while we disappeared into the jungle. Jack led us to the entrance of the spring.
He moved the vines away from the opening. “It’s here. There’s a river that leads to the treasure.”
This was where the Sirens lived. Would they object to being invaded by nasty, bloodthirsty pirates? Perhaps Phoebe, Astraia, and Thia would attack the men? One could only hope. As we waded through the shallow water, I glanced at Jack. His face looked awful. He looked as bad as I felt, the soreness registering all over my body from the effects of the crop. The pirate captain was a perverse man with strange, hedonistic fetishes. I had no idea such things even existed. I shivered at the memory. We trudged on until we came to the cavern, which opened up around us, the hollowed space echoing with the sound of water. Daylight streamed in from an opening in one corner, but otherwise the room was cast in shadow, effectively hiding the chests filled with gold.
“It’s over there,” said Jack.
“Go see,” ordered Captain Fallen.
His men climbed onto the ledge. They trudged towards the back of the space, finding the wooden containers behind the rocks. “There’s gold, sir! Lots of it.”
He grinned broadly. “Excellent. We need more men.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
Captain Fallen smiled at Jack. “You’ve been most helpful.”
“Go to hell,” he muttered.
Jack and I found ourselves on the beach, waiting for the pirates to relieve the spring of its hidden loot. Four huge chests filled with gold and jewels were deposited on the beach. These items were then loaded onto the skiffs. When the task was complete, the sun had set, casting a net of shadows around us. My stomach growled furiously, hunger clawing at me.
Captain Fallen appeared. He tossed a velvet sac onto my lap. “This is for you, madam. You were a delight today.” He grinned wickedly and blew me a kiss. “To the ship, men.”
“Oh, praise be to the Lord,” muttered the reverend. He looked wilted in the humidity. His body odor was so strong; it made me want to gag.
“You poor thing,” cooed Pricilla. “What did that awful man do to you?”
I untied Jack. “Nothing.”
He hugged me. “Jesus fucking Christ. I was so worried about you.”
I groaned in agony, my flesh throbbing. “I’m fine.”
He touched my face. “I thought I lost you.”
“No, Jack.”
“Let’s find our camp,” said Constance. “I’m starving.”
Jack grasped the velvet pouch, smiling. “I can still buy that land.”
“Yes, you can, if you can find a way off the island.”
He took my hand. “I’ll have to come up with something.”
“Where’s Samuel?”
“He ran into the jungle. He hid better than the rest of us,” said Georgette.
“Figures. Nothing ever changes with that little shit,” Jack muttered.
“What on earth are you wearing, dear? That dress is…hideous.”
I glanced at my chaperone, feeling an enormous amount of irritation towards her. My body ached from the crop, my pussy was sore from being fucked hard, and I was tired, hungry, and thirsty. My anger made me fearless. “Pricilla. I’m wearing what the captain gave me, otherwise I’d be naked.”
She gasped, looking horrified, whispering, “He defiled you, didn’t he?”
“Pricilla, with all do respect. Go to hell. I’m not speaking to you about this.” I stomped off, not caring anymore.
Jack caught up to me quickly. He gave me a considering look. “Did he hurt you?”
“A little.”
“How do you mean?”
“It’s nothing.” I renewed my steps. “I’m tired. I can’t wait to sit. I’m hungry.”
“If he hurt you, I’ll kill that son of a bitch.”
The steely tone in his voice left no doubt that he would indeed commit murder. The pirates were nearly to their ship. They would set sail posthaste.
Chapter Seven
I sat in Jack’s lap before the fire. “We should go to the spring tonight.”
His lips were on my ear. “That’s the plan.”
“Good.”
“What did he do to you?”
I sighed, “Oh, Jack.”
“You can tell me.”
“You’ll be angry.”
“Tell me.”
“He’s a sick man. Perverse.”
“How do you mean?”
“He likes to inflict pain.”
He sucked in a breath. “He hurt you?”
“Yes.”
He growled, “I could fucking kill him!”
“There’s nothing you could’ve done. We were outnumbered. Be grateful he didn’t take me with him. He wanted to.”
His grip around me tightened. “I was so worried, Lucy. I don’t care if he had you. I don’t care. I just don’t want you hurt.”
“I’m fine, Jack. The spring will fix me.”
“What did he do?”
“He hit me with a crop.”
“Yes, that’s a perversion.”
The others were talking and eating. The smell of fish filled the air. “He enjoyed what he did.”
“No doubt. Did you?”
“I…was scared…but then…I suppose…”
“I see.”
“It was arousing. I’m sorry.” I hid my face in his neck. “I’m so ashamed.” I could feel the heat of him coming through his shirt.
“Don’t be, Lucy. I’ve dabbled in it before. There were times when I enjoyed being whipped by a woman.”
I glanced at him. “You jest.”
“No. There was a house in Atlanta. The madam there, she specialized in this type of thing. Men paid handsomely for the abuse.” He grinned. “The women wore fake penises,” he whispered. “They’d sodomize their customers, and they loved it.”
“Did they do that to you?”
“That wasn’t my perversion. I enjoyed being whipped and having my cock sucked, if you must know.”
“That’s wicked, Jack.”
“It
is.” He stared at me. “I’m not the only one. Samuel was quite fond of this house as well, although his fondness extended to boys.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“He preferred to have sex with boys.”
I gaped at him. “What?”
“You heard me, Lucy.”
My stomach fell into the sand. “He had sex with boys?”
“Yes. Often. I think he prefers them over women.”
“That’s lewd. That’s wrong, Jack.”
“It is.”
“I had no idea.”
“Nor would you have ever. I once found him with a stable boy. We quarreled about it, and I found myself out of the house. My parents took his side. They wouldn’t listen to me.”
“I never would’ve guessed.” I hadn’t known Samuel at all.
“There are lots of perversions out there, Lucy.”
“I suppose you’re right.” I settled into him. “You’re not angry with me then, for enjoying the captain?”
“No.”
“You’re very open about things.”
“I hate secrets and lies. I’ve lived with them my whole life. I won’t continue like that.”
“Then we shall always confess to one another?”
“Yes.”
I glanced at him, feeling a wave of tenderness. “I’m more than fond of you, Jack. I love you.”
Affection gleamed in his eye. He brushed a strand of hair away from my forehead. “I love you too.”
I kissed him passionately, not caring if the entire camp saw us. The reverend cleared his throat. “Ahem, that’s hardly appropriate, now is it?”
“Reverend Hancock would you marry us?” asked Jack.
He appeared taken aback. “This young woman’s engaged to another man, sir.”
“That engagement is over. I’m her fiancé now and I wish to marry her right now.”
Pricilla stared at me. I could tell she wanted to say something. She sat primly in her dress, which was horribly wrinkled and beginning to smell. Her hands were folded in her lap, and her lips were pursed. I dared her to challenge us. Go ahead, you old bitty. Say something!
“Well then,” said the reverend. “I don’t see why not. If you wish to make a proper woman out of her, then far be it from me to stop you.”
Jack grinned. “Excellent.”
I became Mrs. Jack Carlyle shortly after dinner. The rest of the shipwreck survivors congratulated us, and, to celebrate, we snatched a bottle of burgundy and headed for the spring to consummate our union. I giggled the entire way, eagerly awaiting the healing qualities of the water. My aches and pains would soon be washed away.
Jack dropped his waistcoat and shirt and then stepped out of his pants. “If I don’t wash these soon, they’ll start walkin’ on their own.”
I giggled, “Do you like my harlot’s dress?” I smiled brazenly and posed for him, thrusting my chest out, which created an enormous amount of cleavage.
“Very much.” His appreciative gaze lingered on my breasts.
“These buttons are awful.”
“I’ll help you.” When my back was revealed he gasped. “Mother of God!”
“What is it?”
“You’re bruised everywhere. Why that miserable son of a fucking bitch! If I’d known he’d done this to you, I would’ve fucking killed him!”
“It’s all right, Jack. Once I’m in the water, it’ll all go away.” I stepped out of the garment and got into the pool. “It’ll be a distant memory in just a second.”
He watched me, his expression shocked. “I’ve never seen a woman more bruised, Lucy. What he did…I can’t even wrap my brain around it.”
“I’m very pale. It looks worse than it is.”
“I doubt that.”
“Get in. I feel better already.”
He submerged his face under the water and swam to me. “I could kill him. I really could.”
“He’s gone.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “It’s all over.” The sound of the waterfall soothed me. “Let’s not think of unpleasant things.”
“Let me see now.” I turned around. The moon shone above us, its pale light illuminating the water. “It does look better. Perfect.”
“See. No harm done. Your face looks better too.” His bruised eye had disappeared.
“Should we go to the meadow?”
“That sounds nice.”
We had been there with the Sirens, and they had shown us their appreciation for sex in a sultry night of lovemaking.
Jack got out and gave me his hand. “Mrs. Carlyle.”
“Thank you, husband.”
“Let’s see if we can’t impregnate you tonight.”
I laughed, “Oh, dear.”
Chapter Eight
Without the Sirens, the meadow was dark. The magical creatures created light wherever they went. The field had looked ethereal and welcoming when they had been with us. Now it was just soft grass in the darkness, with croaking toads in the foliage.
“Where do you think they are?”
Jack glanced at me. “I don’t know. They weren’t in the spring earlier, when the pirates dragged the loot away.”
“Maybe they’re out at sea.”
“I suppose.”
“So many things have happened since I’ve been here.”
He drew me to him. “Tomorrow I’m going to make a boat. It’ll get us off this pile of rocks.”
“I’ll help you. At least we don’t have to worry about the pirates anymore.”
“No.”
I kissed him, tasting wine on his lips. His hands tangled in my long hair. “That’s something at least.”
“And now we’re married.”
“Yes, we are.” His hand cupped my breast, tweaking a nipple. “Oh, Jack.”
“I nearly went out of my mind when they took you today. I imagined them not bringing you back. I’ve never felt that type of fear before, Lucy. It was…disturbing.”
“But I’m here. They didn’t take me.”
“I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t.”
“You mustn’t ever leave me, even if I turn into a grumpy old man.”
I giggled, “I won’t.”
“We must always be together.”
“We will.” My teeth nipped at his neck, feeling several days’ worth of stubble. “You’re being strange tonight.”
“Something feels off.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Today was stressful and unpleasant.” I shivered thinking about what Captain Fallen had done to me on the boat.
“I’m sorry if I’m ruining our honeymoon.”
“Let’s forget about it for now. We can worry on it later.”
He pressed me to the soft grass, his hand resting between my breasts. “That’s an excellent idea.”
He suckled a nipple, sending sparks of arousal into my tummy and beyond. “Ooohh…Jack…”
His hand drifted to my stomach, kneading the skin gently. I lifted my hips to greet him, wanting him to touch me. I wasn’t sore anymore from when the pirate captain had used me. The healing properties of the spring had taken care of that. Only pleasure remained, as Jack kissed his way to my navel, toying with the indentation by pressing into it with his tongue.
“Oh, Jack…”
Hot breath fanned out over my pussy, causing tingles of lust to race up my spine. I gasped when his tongue slid over me, hot and wet, leaving me wanting more. I threaded my fingers through his thick hair and held him to me, encouraging him to suck. He nibbled gently on my nub, pressing his tongue against the rapidly engorging flesh. The sensations were so delicious, I began to pant, my chest rising and falling with each gasp. A long finger breached my entrance, sliding into my creamy tunnel.
“Ooohh…yes…” He thrust his tongue in deeply, wetting his face with my juices. A persistent thumb massaged my clitoris, leaving me trembling with need. I reached for him. “Oh, Jack,
stop that now, and fuck me.”
He chuckled, “You’re a delightful bride, Lucy.”
I pushed against him. “Gimme your penis, Mr. Carlyle. Right this minute!”
“It’s all yours.” His grin was wicked.
Leaning over him, I kissed his taut stomach, feeling muscles rippling beneath the surface. “This is my wedding present.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I wrapped my hand around the hard, twitching object. “What shall I do with it?”
“Eat it. Lick it. Fuck it.”
“That sounds like a marvelous idea.” He groaned as my tongue twirled over the rounded end. “This is my favorite part.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“You get wet when you really like it, don’t you?”
“I sure do.” Closing my lips around him, I suckled aggressively. “Aw, honey. That’s so good.” I ran my tongue down his shaft, the veins under the skin bloated with blood. His hand was in my hair. “Oh, Lucy…” Repositioning myself, I leaned over him and lowered onto his cock, the tip driving deep into my throat. The only thing halting it was the constriction of my esophagus. “Oh, baby, Jesus!” I gagged on him, but continued to perform this task, over and over, until tears ran down my face. He thrust his hips off the grass to fuck my mouth, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. “Oh, Lucy. You better get on this before I squirt.”
Bundles of erotic energy tingled in my core at the thought of riding and pleasuring myself on him. I loved being on top, and, as I flung a leg over his midsection, a saucy grin lit my eye.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, baby. Fuck me.”
The hardened length slid in deeply. “Oh, Jack…it’s so good.”
His hands went to my hips. “Thatta girl. Use me, honey.”
Being naked in nature, with the sounds of the jungle echoing around us, was singularly stimulating. It was freeing living without constraints and the moral dictates of society. It did, however, ease my conscience, knowing that I was married to this man. I could legally enjoy every inch of him.
“Jack!”
“Yeah, that’s it. You got it.”
I ground myself back and forth, my hips driving fast and low. Over and over I rubbed against him, inflaming my nub with each pass. My breasts jiggled with the motion, the nipples like hard little pebbles. He grasped my breasts and massaged them, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Energy burst from my tummy and fanned out in tingles to the furthest reaches of my body. Even my scalp began to tingle. I threw back my head and groaned, “Oohh…” Digging my fingertips into his belly, I shuddered with the onslaught of the orgasm. The contractions pounded me with a glorious sensation, which seemed to last for an eternity. He let me use him for as long as I wanted, until I had completely satiated myself.
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