Charlotte & the Pirate

by Patricia Green

  "I'm Charlotte. Just simple Charlotte. May I call you Rex, too? I shall pretend I am Marie if you like."

  He laughed. "No need for pretense. I believe we have about enough of that around here. You may call me Rex, Charlotte."

  Giggling, Charlotte began to untie his cravat. It was an intricate knot and she actually had to work at it. Fortunately, Marie was ready to distract him as she massaged his shoulders and neck.

  "How long have you been the captain of the Stealthy Dog, Rex?"

  "Not too long. Long enough to know her and the men well."

  "It is good to know people well, is it not? We, Charlotte and I, would like to get to know you better. Would we not, Charlotte?"

  "Aha!" The cravat came free and she tossed it to one side. "Yes! We would like to know you very well, Rex." She said his name like a caress that ended on an almost sigh. His throat was tanned and Charlotte's private parts began to hum a jaunty tune. His little beard looked like it needed to be kissed, but was it too soon? Was he seduced yet?

  "Ladies," he began, "I do not know what your conspiracy is, but whatever it is, it is not going to work."

  "Oh, my goodness," Charlotte said, giving him an innocent look. "We simply want to show you how much we appreciate you, Rex. How much we really, really are grateful for your efforts to save us from harm."

  "Oui. We owe you a debt. A debt we must try to repay."

  As Rex's hand had slid down her back and cupped her bottom, Charlotte thought it was about the sexiest thing she could remember, sitting there on Rex's lap as he caressed her. Surely, he must be about ready for them to spring the trap.

  "Rex," she said, almost whispering as she stroked the linen at the “v” of his vest. "I have a favor to ask you. It is just a little favor for Marie and I."

  "That is right. It is such a petite favor."

  "You want to help us, right? Want us to be happy? As happy as we want you to be?"

  "I have a feeling I am not going to like this," he muttered.

  "Take us to Nassau, please? It is not far from the colonies, and it would be a perfect place for us to go to shore, and get out of your hair. It is newly rebuilt, bustling with excitement and opportunity. Two proper ladies could manage there. Admit it: you have to drop us somewhere, sometime."

  Although her skirt was fluffy, Charlotte could feel the heat of Rex's big hand on her thigh. He gave it a squeeze. Charlotte worked a little more magic by touching his cheek with small kisses.

  "That's about enough, Charlotte," he said, but the tone of his voice showed he wasn't so sure.

  Marie didn't miss it and pressed their advantage, caressing the other side of his face with a graceful hand. "We would be so grateful, mon amour. Surely you have better things to do than squire around two women."

  "Marie, Charlotte, I think your game is over. I shall not take you to Nassau. I am on course for South Carolina where I can safely dock and send word to Marie's father for the ransom. It might take a while, but I am not in a hurry."

  "Oh!" Marie said, her voice growing petulant. She stalked around to the other side of the table and gave Charlotte a very dirty look. "I told you this would not work. And now I feel soiled by this perfidy."

  "Marie!" Charlotte tried to rise, but Rex held her firmly in place. She struggled slightly, but didn't fight hard.

  "Bon nuit! I shall see you tomorrow." Marie huffed out and slammed the cabin door behind her.

  There was a long moment of silence.

  "Nassau?"

  "Marie really does not want to have to deal with her father. And, of course, I have nowhere to go. I wanted to pick my life and not leave it to someone else."

  Rex petted her back. "That is admirable on your part, Charlotte, but not very practical. Stay with me awhile and I shall find a good place for you where it is safe and where you can manage alone."

  Sighing, ready to give up, Charlotte rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed his hand squeezing her thigh again. "It is not as though I can run away."

  "No."

  She snuggled into the place where his neck and shoulder met, drinking deeply of his scent. "Why did you capture my ship? You never told me."

  "I thought you were someone else, and I was coming to rescue her."

  That hurt a bit. Charlotte was a mistake. "I am sorry I was not her."

  His hand tightened on her thigh and the skirt began to inch upward. "I am glad I found you." Rex kissed her forehead and coaxed her to turn her face upward for more kisses. Their lips touched and Rex's tongue slipped inside her mouth, gently at first, but growing more aggressive as the kiss deepened. Her skirt kept rising, and so did Charlotte's temperature.

  "I ought to spank you for your plot," he chastised, pulling back an inch.

  "On my bare bottom?"

  He nodded.

  "Would that not mean that you had to bare other parts as well?"

  "Charlotte, you are digging yourself a deeper hole. Do you know where this might lead?"

  It was her turn to nod.

  "Are you sure that is what you want?"

  She hadn't been sure before, but she definitely was now. His kisses had been intoxicating. The wine couldn't hold a candle to the dizziness his attention caused. "Aye."

  Rex pushed her skirt up enough for his hand to get under and soon it was inching its way up her thigh. Charlotte squirmed, and in the process, she felt how hard he was becoming in his breeches. Oh, God, was this really going where she thought it was? Could she balance her dislike of the circumstances with her deep attraction to Rex Masters? Could she tease them apart?

  Apparently, the answer was yes, because she had no will to stop him, even when his fingers found her mound and tickled the little triangle of hair there.

  Their kisses got more vigorous, and Charlotte pulled his vest open, sending buttons to the floor. His shirt followed, and more buttons went flying, but Charlotte didn't care. Someone would sew them on again sometime, and none of that mattered. Gaining access to his broad chest, that mattered. She moved her fingers over the light curly hair she found near the center of his chest, and then outward, to his nipples, caressing the sensitive flesh. Rex dominated their kisses as she touched him, and his hand moved from her bottom to her wig.

  "Take it off," he murmured against her lips.

  "My hair is messy."

  "I do not care. I plan to make it messier." Charlotte could hear the grin in his voice, even while he punctuated his words with tiny kisses on her face.

  She reached up and removed the wig and the knitted cap that kept her real hair in place. Her shoulder-length hair spilled out as unkempt waves, but it wasn't free for long. Rex nearly immediately gripped her hair at the back of her head and pulled her head back enough to bare her throat.

  "Oh!"

  "Open for me, little flower."

  Charlotte knew what he meant by the way his fingers began to play with her moist pussy lips. She squirmed her legs open a bit, and he slid further into those private spaces, teasing her until she moaned, even as his kisses and nips found their way down her throat and to her breasts. They ached for his touch, and Rex was attuned to that. He nipped her full breasts and slowly made his way to her nipples, still encased in satin. Removing his hand from between her legs, he freed those eager orbs and began to lick and suck each straining nipple until Charlotte moaned. Now that her breasts were free for him to taste and touch with his mouth, he put his hand back down between her legs and teased her with gentle strokes. They were enough to make her squirm, trying to lift her hips against those fingers, trying to coax more out of Rex.

  The sensations were nearly overwhelming.

  "I should not have you, but, Charlotte, I want you."

  "I am here for you. I want you, too."

  An electric shock traveled up her body as he touched her clit, rubbing it gently, manipulating it like an expert.

  "You have done this before," she teased, opening her legs a bit wider.

  "Perhaps a time or two," he countered.

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sp; "I have only done it once." It was a bold admission and one which made him pause laving her nipple, suspending her impending pleasure abruptly.

  "What are you telling me?"

  "It is because I am so ugly. My one experience was ugly, too." Any further comment was cut off by his lips finding hers again.

  After a searing kiss, he licked and tickled his way to her ear and whispered, "You are beautiful, Charlotte. I shall spank you if you say you are ugly again. I shall spank you hard."

  "Do not spank me to punish me, Rex. I cannot help how I am."

  He moved his hand from her nether lips in order to give her a sharp swat on the thigh.

  "Ow!"

  "No more talk of ugliness," he said. "Instead, tell me what you want. Shall we stop?"

  "No!" Charlotte reached down and moved his hand back to her pussy. "This is what I want."

  Although he paused for the briefest of moments, eventually he touched her where she wanted it most. It was exquisite, sensations she had never imagined with a man. She had been so self-conscious until this dream began, feeling that she had nothing to offer. But this was a dream. No one could truly harm her here. Her scar mattered so little to these people. They were dreaming, too, so maybe the exotic nature of their circumstances modified their behavior to allow them to accept a flawed person like Charlotte.

  Whatever the reason, she was lucky to have found this little piece of paradise, and she fully intended to exploit it. Even when Romantek took it away upon awakening her, she would remember these moments forever.

  Charlotte moved her hand down Rex's chest, to his tight upper-abs, and down the silky black-on-black brocade of his breeches. "Can I touch you?"

  His answer was to slip his fingers into her folds and caress her intimately.

  "Please?"

  Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, pressing her to stand along with him. Charlotte's legs were rubbery and she was dazed with lust, but she rose. Rex turned her and unlaced her bodice, cursing a time or two about women's fashions. But soon it was off and her ribs expanded. Charlotte took a deep breath, enjoying that freedom, longing for Rex's touch.

  She moaned when his touch moved from her back to her breasts. Even through her shift it brought her up to her tip-toes with pleasure. He tweaked her eager nipples and palmed them. Charlotte could feel the warmth of his touch and it weakened her knees. Reaching behind her, she felt around until she found what she was looking for: the hard evidence of his desire.

  Their touches soon became fevered and their breathing got shallow and fast. Charlotte unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, kicking it away along with her slippers. She stood only in her shift and stockings for a few moments, Rex's hands still on her breasts. Turning, she gripped his cock harder, insisting on having him bare in her hand.

  It seemed an hour, but was really only a few minutes before they'd undressed each other fully and stood naked in the candlelight.

  Rex's cock beat a pulse in Charlotte's hands as she touched him, and he gasped when she leaned forward and licked his nipple. He picked her up and they went to his soft bed. The room was warm and moist from their panting.

  "You should stop me now, Charlotte, because once done, it cannot be undone."

  Charlotte knew that in reality, nothing would change; this was a dream. But it was her chance to feel the things she'd only read about in romance novels. Her scar had prevented her from ever trusting another person this way. Her one previous sexual encounter had ended up being humiliating, as she overheard the boy telling his friends that she was a "pity fuck," enjoyable only for her virginity. She never wanted to see that look of malice on another person's face, especially at such a vulnerable moment.

  "It will not matter, my love. Nothing matters but this time together. When you take me to Nassau, it will be over and-"

  Rex quickly rolled her onto her tummy and swatted her behind ungently. "I said no to that foolish idea, Charlotte. No means no."

  "Ow, Rex. I thought maybe you would think about it again. You can be rid of me."

  He smacked her again twice. "Does it seem to you as though I want to be rid of you? How could you think it so?"

  "That hurts!" It was painful, that much was true, but with her whole body one great big sensual nerve, it felt good to have her behind heated as well. It was puzzling in the extreme. "Do it again," she whispered.

  He gave her four more spanks. "You are a study in contradictions."

  All she could do was squirm and whimper. Her bottom tingled, matching her core. "More," she breathed.

  If he was holding back, Charlotte couldn't tell. The spanks came rapidly, and her bottom smarted and burned with each new swat. When she was moaning and writhing, trying to get her hands down to her pussy to help herself move over the precipice on which she leaned, he turned her back over and pulled her hands up over her head, holding her down with his body.

  "No! I shall not allow it."

  "Please…" she begged. "I need it. I need you."

  Although Rex kept her hands restrained, he wiggled his hand between them and used his cock to tease her. He showed no mercy, and Charlotte, nearly weeping with pent-up need, wanted none.

  "Oh, God, Rex! Oh, God!"

  "You are soaking, little flower. Are you ready for the moment of truth?"

  "Yes! Yes!"

  Slowly, carefully, Rex guided his cock to her opening, poking her gently and shallowly. He pressed his mouth on hers aggressively, storming her lips and taking her tongue as a hostage. Charlotte was so taken with his domination of her mouth that she gasped at the first stretching of his thrust into her tight passage.

  She must have made a little sound because he lifted his head and gave her a searching look. Immediately, Charlotte turned the scarred side of her face away. Rex let go of her wrists in order to turn her face back toward him. "No, Charlotte. I want to see the beauty that is you."

  Tears trembled on her eyelids, she was so overcome with emotion.

  "Alright?" he asked, moving against her once again.

  Nodding, she squirmed beneath him. There had been very little discomfort, just a parting of her channel as he found his way home. "More."

  "Your wish is my command, little flower," he said. And that was all he said for some time.

  Charlotte pressed her hips upward, pulling him deeper, writhing beneath him, uttering little moans she couldn't control. The sensation was sublime, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The orgasm she knew was coming built inexorably, higher and higher. Charlotte's entire body felt like it was on fire, burning out of control, until that splendid moment when her whole world collided with Rex's and she found euphoria, crying his name.

  He was breathing hard, holding himself up with both strong arms, pumping himself into her throughout. Now she wanted to feel him reach his peak, too. She wrapped her arms around him and dragged her nails along his back, giving him a little pain with his pleasure. Charlotte arched to kiss him, but he kept out of reach, his eyes closed as he focused on whatever sensations he was having. Charlotte wondered if it felt the same for him as it had for her. She wished she could be inside him, knowing him deeply.

  Faster and faster he went, until he suddenly stopped, making a little grunting noise. Deep in her body, Charlotte felt him contracting and swelling, rippling as he spilled himself into her. From the rapt look on his face, she thought it must feel divine, as amazing as she had felt only minutes before.

  He remained suspended over her, even after he had come, until she once again arched up to kiss him. This time, he let himself down, resting on his elbows to kiss her thoroughly. Rex ran his fingers through her hair, finally stopping to grip it tightly, pulling a bit. "That was amazing, Charlotte. You are amazing."

  Her whole body flushed with embarrassment, for she was ashamed of her ever-present doubt. Although he might mean it right now, it couldn't last. He would come to view her with disgust, even pity, when the moment had broken. She knew she should banish those thoughts, enjoy these minutes, f
eel the power in herself. But it was so hard, so hard.

  "No more talk of Nassau," he told her as he rolled them over until she was cradled against his side. The room was hot from their heated bodies, and she could smell clean sweat, sex, and the beeswax candles.

  Charlotte didn't really want to go to the island anymore, but she was afraid of being hurt. Instead of facing it, she closed her eyes and waited for the new day to begin.

  Chapter 4

  "Shit! Those fuckers! You can't keep me out! I won't let you!" Esharveer pounded one fist on his knee. Romantek had locked him out of his secret pathway, and had sent some bloodhound to rescue Marie Carthage from his plan to put her through a drowning experience. As it was, he'd killed off her maid in front of her by programming the avatar to jump overboard, but that hadn't been enough. There were other ways. He still knew some secrets from his time working for them. Unfortunately, they were far more dangerous to him, personally.

  The children upstairs had returned and his concentration was utterly shot, but after a few minutes of rest he'd be okay.

  Rest was elusive, however. His mind kept going over and over the situation, planning, plotting, discarding ideas and focusing on those that seemed promising. Nothing new came to him. Was revenge worth the danger? His plan would certainly succeed. It was practically flawless, providing Romantek couldn't trace the signal back to him. Esharveer was ninety percent sure it wouldn't be possible to trace it, but there were tricks that none but the tech weenies at the top knew. He'd tried to get into those upper echelons when he was working there, but it took years and a lot more connections than he could make. They were prejudiced against East Indians; he was sure of it. Although many of their programmers came from there, only a few had made it into management. Other ethnicities got there first, it seemed to him. Other programmers were given opportunities he was not. It was unfair, and Romantek would get what it deserved when he fixed it so that they'd be locked up in court and unable to operate, even in international waters. Their stupid "dreaming ships" would become useless hulks, and their technology would stagnate and soon be obsolete.