Unchartered Territory
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Phineas chuckled. “See here, you didn't let me finish. I was going to say that you aren't a woman, you're a lady, and the curse specifically states a woman."
Charlotte shook her head. “There you go making up the rules again."
"Aye. The perks of a captain."
"I guess my title will be Lady Map Reader, then?"
He reached forward and pulled her close. “Nay, you'll be the captain's lady. It's the most important title there is, with far more perks."
She liked the sound of being his lady.
"So do you have a specific course in mind, or will we let the sea guide us?"
"First, we'll make a stop at Port Burgess to stock up on supplies, and I know of a certain lady who needs a new wardrobe. Afterwards, we'll set sail for wherever your heart desires."
His words aroused her something fierce. Charlotte ran her finger down his chest and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She smoothed his shirt away from his body and pulled him toward the cot. A rope hung from the wall and she gestured to it with her chin. “About those perks. Do they include special requests?"
A coy smile spread across his face. “Aye, they do."
Charlotte didn't hesitate. She pulled the silk dress up over her head and shimmied out of her panties. This time she refused to be walked out on. “This lady should like to be restrained and pleasured."
He gazed at her with hunger in his eyes. “Then the captain has no choice but to comply with the lady's demands."
She pressed into him, her nipples tight against his chest. “Take me."
His hand rested at the back of her head and he pulled her face close. She breathed in his manly scent and pressed her lips to his.
The kisses were deeper, and far hungrier than before. More passionate, too. Her hands slid to the waistband of his pants and she fumbled with the buttons. Shivers of pleasure rippled along her body when she felt the strength of his erection against her thigh.
He broke from the embrace and grabbed the rope. “Have you ever been tied up, lass?"
"No,” she answered in earnest. “But I trust you."
"And I'll never give you a reason to not trust me. Now lay that voluptuous body on the cot so I can bind you properly."
Charlotte beamed at the authoritative tone in his voice. She laid down and watched him wrap the rope around her wrists and secure them to the cot. “Make sure I'm tied nice and tight."
"Don't you worry none, lass. You'll be safe and secure. I don't plan to let you go anytime soon.” He winked and then moved lower to bind her legs.
She tried to be patient but it was near impossible. To help, she focused on his strong physique. The way his muscles bunched and flexed as he worked the rope. Light from the moon accentuated his sturdy shoulders and illuminated his steel blue eyes.
"There, that should hold."
Charlotte considered telling him to get the fuck on with it, but decided against it. She was at his mercy now, and she couldn't deny how much it turned her on.
He nestled between her legs and brought his face to her sweet spot. His gaze stole over her, eyes possessive, reflecting lust.
"You're beautiful,” he said softly. “The way you're open and vulnerable for me. I can't wait to taste you."
Before she could speak, he laved his tongue along her wet folds. Her body jerked in response.
"Yes,” she whispered. “Taste me."
"Mmm,” he groaned so deeply it resonated against her clit.
"Oh God, yes!” she called out, uncaring if anyone heard. Each flick of his tongue sent electric jolts through her. Made her delirious with need. She raised her hips to meet the demands of his mouth. He slipped his hands beneath her bottom, allowing his tongue to delve deeper. One sensation after another bombarded her body to the point she couldn't see straight. She'd never been brought to pleasure this way, ever. Charlotte pulled against the restraints, wanting to push his face farther into her.
He rolled his tongue around her clit and pushed a finger inside her pussy, then another. Charlotte moaned, her cheeks crushing the pillow as she thrust her head side to side. He was driving her mad with desire. God how she needed to come. So close, so close to that blessed release, but it remained just out of her reach.
"Please ... Phineas,” she panted.
In response to her pleas, he suckled intently at her clit while his fingers fucked her pussy. At last the dam broke.
Charlotte gritted her teeth as the first wave of the orgasm hit. Her hips bucked and she cried out, a long guttural cry that echoed around the room. His lips continued to suckle at her clit until she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Quick, untie me,” she begged. “Let me taste you, right now.” His tongue lapped along her pussy for several agonizing seconds longer while her legs shook with a mind of their own. “Please, let me."
When the last spasm subsided, he lifted his face, her juices framing his mouth. “Easy, lass. There's no rush. I'm not looking for personal satisfaction tonight."
"But—"
He rested his finger against her lips and she could smell her scent. “Shh. I've only just started, and the night is young."
She flicked her tongue against his finger for a taste. He smiled knowingly and brushed his hand along her jaw and down to her chest. “You're delicious."
Charlotte pulled against the rope and pouted. “Do you intend to keep me tied up all night?"
He nodded. “I intend to pleasure you until the sun rises. It has been a dream of mine to have you beside me at first light."
The idea suited her just fine, though she longed to know the taste of his cock in her mouth. “We have a lifetime full of sunrises to look forward to."
"Aye."
Phineas cupped her breasts and licked at her nipples until they were taut beads. The warmth of his breath made her body tingle. Already she craved his touch again. To fill her up and explore all the points of pleasure she didn't know existed. Here she'd gone looking for adventure, and found love along the way.
Charlotte looked forward to the journeys ahead. Their days spent sailing to uncharted territories. And the nights filled with passion.
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