Bound by the Buccaneer (Pirates of the Jolie Rouge)

by Normandie Alleman

  Frederica gave him a wan smile. “Your protection is greatly appreciated my friend, but I deem it will prove unnecessary.”

  Hatch emitted a low growl and opened the door for her. She took a deep breath and prayed that she was right and these men would not harm her.

  The proprietor showed them to a back room she’d never seen. To her surprise it looked more like a meeting room than a bed chamber. She sighed with relief. Perhaps these men had no intention of bedding her. Perhaps they’d merely been testing Gaston to gauge his reaction.

  She suddenly felt a cool sweat bead up on her skin, and she feared she might faint. She looked around and tried to gather her bearings. She needed to sit down.

  “Miss Beauchamp, why don’t you take a seat?” Miles Appling rushed toward her and helped her to a chair. There were several thick, wooden chairs surrounding a large table in the center of the room.

  Pugwash loitered in the corner, a mug in one hand his pipe in the other. Edward Chatham slid into the seat next to her and offered her something to drink.

  “I’ll have some rum,” she said.

  Chatham smiled shyly and poured her a cup from a bottle sitting on the table.

  Appling refilled his mug from another bottle which she assumed was whiskey and stood beside her. Fixing his gaze on hers he said, “We are so pleased you could join us, Mademoiselle Beauchamp.” Then he lifted a lock of her long brown hair and ran his fingers across a string of shells that danced in her mane. “Lovely,” he remarked.

  “Thank you,” was all she could manage. In polite company his gesture would have been rude, but it made her stomach flutter with excitement. Perhaps they were going to take her after all.

  Pugwash approached the table. He was not classically handsome like the other two men, but there was something interesting about the way he carried himself. He was a confident man, and Frederica had no trouble seeing how he could inspire boatloads of men to follow him. The man was a clearly a born leader. He winked at Frederica bawdily. “Have a drink, lass. We’re here to have a little fun, not to worry you.”

  She let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Cheers!” she said and lifted her cup to theirs. “And you may call me Frederica.”

  The men banged cups and they all drank up.

  The men asked her about herself and she told them the story of how she’d been captured by a band of nasty pirates and how Gaston had helped her escape. When she was finished with her tale, Appling shook his head and chuckled. “That Galette’s one lucky bastard. We’ll do well to have him on our side.”

  “Aye,” the other men agreed and each of them raised a glass. Miles suggested they play a game, one that would make Frederica more comfortable. Relieved they were behaving so civilized, she nodded in agreement and Chatham pulled out a deck of cards.

  The rules of the game were that Frederica would play a round against each of the men in turn. Both players would draw a card from the deck and the player with the lowest card was deemed the loser. The penalty for losing was that the loser would have to remove an item of clothing.

  Frederica immediately recognized that if she had to play each man one after the other each of them only getting a turn every third round, the odds were stacked so she would be stark naked before any of the men. She considered protesting, but instead took a sip of liquid courage and smiled nervously. No sense postponing the inevitable.

  Chatham was up first and he drew a ten.

  Frederica pulled out the jack of spades. “I won!” Frederica exclaimed, surprised. She’d been convinced the men would cheat and she expected to lose every hand. It bolstered her spirits to see she’d been wrong. “You must remove something, Captain Chatham,” she teased getting into the spirit of the game.

  “Edward,” he said. “Please call me Edward.”

  She nodded her assent. The rum had loosened him up. The boyish nerves he’d shown when they’d first met had been replaced with an easy flirtatiousness. He stood up and with a slow, sly grin he removed his white shirt, keeping his eyes on Frederica the whole time.

  Unconsciously, she’d begun to fan herself and Pugwash observed, “Getting’ a bit ‘ot in ‘ere, ain’t it, lass?”

  A giggle accompanied by a hiccup erupted from Frederica’s throat, and that made all the men laugh. Frederica stared at Edward’s frame. He was tall, not as tall as Hatch, but taller than most men, and every inch of his body was covered in lean, sinewy muscles. His breeches slung low on his hips allowing her a glimpse of the well-defined “v” that pointed south and hinted at unthinkable carnal delights. She felt her pussy grow moist, her nipples hardened.

  Edward saw her reaction and smiled at her conspiratorially.

  She played the next round against Pugwash. To her surprise she won again, her seven beating his two. Pugwash set down his pipe and removed the close-fitting, serviceable shirt he wore. Without paying Frederica much attention he went back to blowing smoke rings and drinking his whiskey.

  Undressed from the waist up Pugwash was surprisingly fit. He didn’t have the exquisitely defined stomach and arms that Edward did, but he possessed a solid, compact yet strong physique. The muscles bulging from his arms, shoulders and neck muscles made him appear powerful and intimidating. Frederica made a mental note not to cross him.

  Next up was Appling and he beat her with an Ace trumping her four. When she took off a boot and set it daintily aside, Edward groaned, and Pugwash grumbled.

  Appling gave her an understanding look and the game continued.

  Chatham lost again and he took Frederica’s lead in removing his boots. Eager to move things along he took off both boots during his turn.

  Pugwash won the following round and Frederica removed her other boot.

  Miles Appling won his round again and Frederica puzzled over what to remove next. She should have brought more clothing, an extra layer to remove at this point would have been helpful. But, wasn’t the whole point of this meeting for her to service these men? They were being terribly chivalrous in their treatment of her. They could have easily stripped her down upon arrival, but instead they showed consideration by allowing her to become more comfortable with them during this slower, more thoughtful process.

  Her nerves jangled in her stomach, but in the spirit of sportsmanship Frederica took a deep breath and asked, “Captain Appling, would you please unfasten my dress?”

  “Please, call me Miles.”

  “Miles,” she said, standing.

  Brushing her hair to the front, he began unfastening her dress. His fingers were quick and nimble with the tiny buttons, which told her he was no stranger to undressing a woman.

  “There,” she said sitting back down in her corset and petticoats.

  “Well blow me down!” Pugwash exclaimed. “You are quite the beauty, lass.”

  Despite herself she flushed at the compliment, “Why thank you Captain Pugwash.”

  He waved a hand in front of his face. “Just Pugwash, if you please,” he said, tilting his head in respect.

  “Certainly,” Frederica responded.

  It was Chatham’s turn again and since he’d lost two in a row he asked Frederica to choose her card first this time, hoping that would change his luck. She drew the queen of hearts and he drew another ten. “Blast it,” he pretended to be upset but he removed his stockings. The only thing he had left to remove were his breeches.

  Frederica giggled. She had to admit she was having fun with these pirates who, for the most part, were behaving like proper gentlemen.

  Pugwash won his turn, and Frederica removed one of her petticoats. Usually she viewed having so many skirts as a hindrance, always complicating matters, but today she valued them highly.

  The game came around to Appling and he won again. The rest of them eyed him sharply as he sat fully dressed, politely sipping his drink. “My apologies,” Appling said. “Do you require any assistance, Frederica?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

  She laughed and waved him off as s
he removed her last petticoat. All she had left were her corset and her shimmy beneath.

  Edward eyed her expectantly. There was no question that at the end of their turn one of them would be baring some private parts. “Ladies first,” he said.

  Frederica drew a three and winced.

  Confident, Edward drew his card. A pained expression crossed his face, and he threw the card down on the table - the two of diamonds.

  Pugwash slapped his knee and erupted into gales of laughter, which then led to a coughing fit.

  Frederica snuck a glance at Miles who reacted with a smirk. “Better you than me, Chatham.”

  “Screw you bastards. What do I care? Maybe I’ll have the first go at the lady,” he said raising his brow and dropping his pants in the same movement.

  Neither his words nor the fact that he stood completely naked a foot away from her unnerved Frederica as she feared they would. Instead she felt desire rise up inside her. She found herself wanting to reach out and touch him.

  Before Gaston, she had never seen a naked man. Experiences like this were foreign to her, as they would be to any girl of her class. She’d been raised a proper lady, and proper ladies did not cavort with naked men, or drink and play stripping games with strangers. But somewhere along her journey she’d ceased to be a proper lady. Hell, she’d become a pirate with all the freedom and adventure-seeking that came with it.

  She was here to service these men, and Gaston’s words resounded in her ears, “Think of it as an adventure.” Somewhere deep inside her she mustered up the courage to stand and take a step toward the alarmingly attractive and naked Edward Chatham.

  Chatham opened his arms to her and as she melted into his arms she said over her shoulder, “Captain Appling, could you please help me unlace my corset?”

  Chapter Eight

  Closing her eyes, Frederica tilted her head and parted her lips. Edward Chatham’s mouth found hers and she tried to lose herself in his kiss. His velvet lips were tentative. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her palm at the base of his neck.

  As her tongue met Edward’s she felt the familiar tugging at her back of her corset being loosened. She realized that soon she would be completely naked and sandwiched by two incredibly handsome men and sighed dreamily.

  Miles Appling unlaced her corset and as it fell to the ground, she felt his hands gently caressing her shoulders. Coming up from behind, he cupped her now bare breasts and nuzzled her neck. An electric current ran through her body, and her nipples begged for attention.

  “So beautiful,” Miles said in a low voice.

  “Thank you,” Frederica replied between Edward’s kisses.

  Edward loosened his hold on her to allow room for Miles’ caresses, but he continued to kiss her. His hands dropped lower, exploring the curve of her hips, and then running them over her ass. She felt Miles’ rock-hard erection at the base of her spine and it was suddenly difficult to tell where one man stopped and the other man began. Eyes closed, she embraced the confusion as she was kissed and caressed by the two men. Their attentions intoxicated her, and she moved a hand behind her to stroke Miles’ curly, blond hair, encouraging him.

  Understanding her message, Miles slid down the rest of her undergarments so that Frederica stood nude between them.

  “Hell yeah,” she heard Pugwash say from across the room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him undressing the rest of the way, the pretense of playing cards now behind them. It was time for the main course.

  Realizing that Miles was still fully dressed, Frederica pulled her lips away from Edward turned to Miles and said, “I believe it’s your turn.”

  Miles’ eyes met hers. “Would you like to help me?” he asked seductively. There was a challenge in his voice, and she was determined to meet it.

  “But of course,” she said pulling up his shirt, untucking it from his breeches. She unbuttoned a few buttons and he helped her lift it over his head.

  The man’s physique was incredible. His torso had the definition of Edward’s and the strength of Pugwash. The planes of his abdomen were sculpted into so many different muscles that she gasped.

  “There ‘e goes. Showin’ off,” Pugwash complained.

  Miles ignored him and nodded for Frederica to continue. He sat and offered her a foot. She bent over dutifully, grabbed his boot and pulled. They repeated the process for his other boot and stockings.

  Edward must have been admiring her backside for when she stood upright he pressed himself against her rear end and she felt the nudging of his cock against the cleft of her cheeks. She had worried so many men would overwhelm her, but instead the situation aroused her. Being in such close proximity to these men’s cocks made her pulse quicken and her knees want to buckle. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip in anticipation.

  Miles stood and removed his breeches to reveal an enormous erection aiming right at her.

  Noticing her reaction, Miles fisted his cock with one hand and reached for Frederica’s hand with the other. Instinctively she placed her hand in his and allowed him to wrap her fingers around his velvet pole. With a lusty sigh she leaned into him for a kiss and tugged back and forth on his penis, eliciting a groan of pleasure from his throat.

  Miles’ kiss was different from his counterpart. He rested a hand on the small of her back and pulled her to him with a passion Frederica hadn’t expected. His mouth captured hers and his tongue ravaged her mouth, darting in and out, a prelude of what she assumed his cock would do to her pussy later.

  “Enough you two,” Pugwash interjected. “Appling, you and Chatham need a lesson in sharing.”

  Miles stepped back, reluctantly breaking their embrace. “Sorry Pug.” Then taking Frederica’s hand that had been yanking on him, he led her to the table. “Frederica, would you be so kind as to lay down on the table?”

  Her stomach turned over. It was time. So far she’d been managing by interacting with the men individually. Now she would have to handle them all at once. How would she manage? She clenched her fists. If she disappointed them… what then?

  “No need to be frightened. I assure you that we will take great care with you my dear,” Miles said helping her onto the table. “That’s it. Lie on your back. Relax and let us take care of you.”

  Let them take care of her? Wasn’t the point that she was supposed to take care of them? His words confused her, yet soothed her at the same time.

  Pugwash positioned himself at the end of the table and without preamble took her by the legs and pulled her bottom to the edge of the table.

  She could see that he too was hard. His penis was shorter and thicker than the other men, which reflected his body style perfectly. He spread her legs wide apart unceremoniously and she expected him to enter her immediately, but was surprised when he bent down and ran his tongue from the apex of her sex down her inner lips and into her soft, wet hole.

  Smashing his face between her legs, he rubbed his nose against her clit and licked inside her warm, wet channel. Edward held onto one of her legs and Miles held the other. They each used their other hand to caress her. Edward stroked her right arm and Miles fondled her left breast. They stood on either side of the table allowing her to receive attention from three sides.

  “Jerk our cocks,” Miles directed. Without hesitation she reached out and grabbed Miles’ and Edward’s cocks, one in each hand performing the movement Gaston had taught her.

  Now, as Pugwash worked her cunt with his mouth and she and the other men pleasured each other, a serene sense of shared ecstasy filled the room. Functioning as a one carnal machine, the four of them worked as a team toward the goal of shared bliss. The unique experience was heavenly. Edward and Miles both looked down at her with lust-filled gazes so intense that she had to shut her eyes to them. The bliss of it was too much. Behind closed lids she was able to absorb every sensation her body felt and focus on it.

  The tension between her legs built with every lap of Pugwash’s soft tongue. He inserte
d a finger into her cunt and finger-fucked her hard, his tongue riding back and forth over her plumped swollen clit. Just then she felt fingers playing with her nipples, turning them into tight buds of need. Then her nipples were being pinched and pulled, and her clit manipulated into such divine agony that she doubted she could stand much more. Every muscle in her body tightened preparing for her impending orgasm.

  She fluttered her eyes open for a moment. The tableau of two men holding her legs splayed, rendering her helpless, the sight of three men all fondling, pinching, sucking, licking, caressing her—all of it together sent her tumbling over the edge.

  Her orgasm was sharp, so intense that her legs shook and she writhed beneath them flinging her head from side to side. Animalistic sounds sprang from her mouth, and she jerked for several minutes until her body finally became her own again.

  She lay spent on the table vaguely aware of the thin veil of perspiration on her brow and little else. She’d all but forgotten the group of men surrounding her until Miles smoothed her hair back from her forehead and said in a sexy voice, “I told you we would take care of you.”

  Pugwash swiped an arm across his mouth, smearing her juices along it. “I do love to dine on a juicy cunt, especially when the owner is as purty as you.” He handed her a cup and she took a swig of whatever swill it contained. While his words were crass, coming from him they seemed almost charming.

  “Now, could we impose upon you to climb onto your hands and knees, Frederica?” Miles asked.

  She was embarrassed to hoist her naked ass in the air on a table which now seemed to be serving as a platform or a stage of some sort, but she couldn’t see how she could refuse his request so she complied with wobbly limbs.

  Pugwash circled the table, assessing her admiringly. He finally stopped and faced her.