Hope flared in him when Snake opened the door to see several loaves of freshly baked bread cooling and two large pots of stew cooking over a lively fire. For ages they'd eaten nothing but the fish the crew caught. At this point, any meat was welcome.
"You live for another day,” Snake remarked, causing the cook to jump. “I'll take a bowl of that stew, a loaf and a bottle of my wine."
The cook snapped his fingers for his young assistant to get the task done. With hands full, Snake left and returned to the cabin to have his meal and some fun with his captive.
He knew the moment the door opened his little pet would spit fire at him. After all, any woman would if she was tied down on a bed and left with a gag in her mouth. To make sure she wouldn't try anything that foolish, Snake had tied her to his bed. When she continued to yell at him, he'd gagged her.
He found Izzy as he had left her, supine, limbs apart and secured to the legs of the bed. Her chemise was cut on the sides of her legs, revealing a vast amount of skin.
"I see you haven't cooled off any,” he remarked, noting the daggers she shot at him with her gaze. “And here I was hoping for us to have a nice supper together."
Izzy screamed at him from behind the gag. She twisted her body and pulled on the bindings.
"The more you fight, the more of a mark the ropes will leave behind.” He walked over to the table and put the bowl of food on top of it. “I do prefer the only marks on that lovely body to come from me."
Snake couldn't resist teasing her by shedding some of his clothing. He jerked out of the vest, sat on the chair and tugged off his boots. He stood and unlaced his breeches. He knew by the wild look in her eyes that she saw the tip of this cock peeking over the waist of his breeches.
Izzy shook her head. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs. He ground his erection against the soft contour of her sex.
Snake removed the gag as he rubbed his body against hers. The feel of her flesh was heaven for him. If he died tonight and was taken to Davy Jones’ Locker, he'd go there willingly after the pleasure of Isabella's body.
"You feel so good under me,” he said softly. The tone was one he used many times on women. “I can't wait to taste the treasure that awaits me."
"Please don't shame me like this,” she begged. “Don't take the only thing that is truly mine."
"There's no shame in this. I intend to give you pleasure.” He grazed his lips over her neck as his hand skimmed up her bare leg, to her side, and continued up her arm. “But first, I want my feast."
He pushed away from her body and grabbed his knife from the table. After he cut her bonds, Snake pulled her to her feet, only to force her to sit on the table.
"Sit.” When Isabella moved to sit on the chair, he made a ‘tsking’ sound. “On the table."
By her expression, she wanted to fight him, but she did as he commanded. Snake sat on the chair she'd thought to occupy and lounged back, roaming his gaze over her body. The longer his stare remained on her the more she squirmed.
After some time passed, Snake leaned forward and positioned her on the table the way he wanted her, with her legs spread and feet resting on the back of his chair. Again, he looked her over, not liking how her ripped chemise slipped between her legs to hide what he wanted most.
"Take it off.” His gaze met hers. Isabella swallowed hard. “Now."
Isabella protested and tried to move her legs from the chair, but Snake stopped her. “Please,” she whispered. “Don't do this to me."
"Take it off, or I'm going to rip it off."
He half expected her to cry or beg. Instead, she obeyed him again, slowly pulling it over her head. Her hair tumbled around her body and over her shoulders, hiding her breasts from his view. She used her hands to cover her femininity. Snake allowed this, for now.
The closer Snake leaned toward Isabella, the farther she tried to move from him. He grabbed the bowl of stew and sat it down between her legs before reaching for the bread and wine. Snake couldn't tear his gaze from her legs, even when he ripped the bread in half and handed her a part.
"Eat,” he commanded.
Her hand shook as she took the bread. Snake was first in tearing a chunk off and scooping some stew from the bowl, showing her how to eat it. Izzy didn't scoop the stew, only nibbled on the bread.
"You're going to need a lot more than that for what I have in mind tonight.” He took the bread from her and tore off a piece. He used it to scoop up a heap of stew and held it to her lips. “Eat."
He fed her a few more bites before pulling the cork from the wine and taking a hearty drink. Snake forced Isabella to drink as well by holding the bottle to her mouth. He poured faster than what she could take, causing wine to pour down her chin and onto her breasts.
Snake stood up so suddenly it caused Isabella to jump. He pushed back on the table, standing between her legs. Slowly, he raised the bottle of wine and tipped it, letting more of it splash over her breasts and trickle down to her stomach.
"What are you doing?” she gasped.
Ignoring her question, Snake licked the wine from her belly, teasing her nipple before sucking the nub into his mouth. More wine was poured on her, which Snake sucked as well. He followed a stray drop down to the curls between her legs.
Snake glanced up at Izzy before parting the folds of her sex, letting more wine trickle down. He saw by the way her eyes glazed over she was enjoying his mouth on her body. There was fear in her gaze as well, but he wasn't going to let that sway him from what he wanted. Snake sucked at her pussy, getting his first taste of her juice. She intoxicated him.
The bottle was slammed on the table and Snake took hold of the inside of her thighs. Using his thumbs, he parted her folds and closed his mouth over her. Isabella cried out and bucked as he drank on her clit. Snake pushed two of his fingers inside of her while he teased the tiny nub with his lips and tongue.
He gave no mercy with his mouth and hand, finger-fucking her pussy, his cock throbbing. When Isabella tried to move her hips from him, Snake wouldn't let her. There was no way she was going to get away from him, not now, when he had her right where he wanted her. The more he lapped at her, the more she squirmed under him and the more he wanted her.
"Please stop,” Isabella panted. She attempted to push at his shoulders, going so far as to hit him on the top of his head, but the blows didn't faze him.
Determined to bring her to orgasm, Snake added a third finger, stretching her, and gave a gentle bite to her clit. Isabella screamed and shattered around him. Her body tightened around his fingers. His cock hurt with need and when Snake stood, he tipped over the chair. He continued to work her with his hand, and with the other freed his cock before kicking off his breeches.
"Don't, please!” Isabella begged “If you take my maidenhead, you take from me what is intended for my husband. You'll leave me with nothing."
The word husband stilled him. He didn't know why, but the simple thought of another possessing her didn't sit well with him. “And what husband might that be?"
Isabella was flushed from the orgasm, but that still didn't stop her from sitting upright and moving away from him. Nor did it stop her from covering her body from his gaze. “I need to find a husband before my father barters me off to the man he's most in debt to.” The fire he first saw in her was slowly returning to her eyes. “I cannot, will not, let him sell me to pay off his debt, and I will not give my innocence away willingly to you to pay his wager. If you plan on taking my body for your pleasure and payment, then you will have to tie me back up and rape me."
Snake's gaze narrowed on her. “I assure you, my lady, you will be willing in my bed when I take you. I am not a rapist!” he snapped. It maddened him how she would stop him now, when he was so close to having her.
"You will be raping me, Captain Snake,” she challenged, slipping from the table. She took hold of her ripped chemise and did her best to cover herself. “The only bed I'll go willingly to is my husband's, an
d you are not he."
The tick started again in his cheek as he glared down at her. He thought about what he had endured to find her, and now, to have just a taste of her...
She belonged to him, and the thought of another having her was enough to make him killing mad. She was his, damn it all! His anger and a rush of possessiveness struck hard. Snake was about to do the one thing he never thought he would. In fact, it was madness to go through with what he had in mind just to get inside her body.
"Fine!” he growled, glancing around the cabin for something to cover himself with. “Put your fucking robe back on."
Isabella jumped, but did as she was told while Snake wrapped a towel around his hips. As soon as it was secure, he dragged her behind him, exiting the cabin.
"Mr. Wills!” Snake called once he was out in the dark hall. “Get your bloody arse down here now!"
"What are you doing?” Isabella struggled in his hold. “You're ... You're not going to put me out on the deck, are you?"
"Wills!” he yelled louder, ignoring her fight and her question.
"Ye don't have to bring down the whole ship.” Wills grunted. “I'm coming, Captain."
Snake stopped short in the first room Izzy tried to get a good look at. Apparently, it was some kind of dining hall. “Hurry. I want this business done."
"You bellowed?” Wills asked grumpily, entering the dining hall.
"Do this and do it fast before I change my mind.” Snake jerked Isabella, forcing her to stand at his side.
"Do what?” Wills asked.
"Marry us!” He looked down at Izzy. “Now!"
"What?” Wills and Isabella exclaimed simultaneously.
"You heard me.” Snake prevented Isabella from getting away by holding her firmly at his side. “You seem to think you need to be married to be bedded. I'm giving you one chance to do this your way, because married or not, tonight I will fuck you.” At Isabella's stunned silence, Snake nodded at Wills. “Get this business done."
Wills frowned from Isabella to his captain, shocked. He obviously didn't know what to say or do, yet he knew he had to follow the captain's orders.
"Mr. Wills!” Snake growled warningly.
"Aye, aye Captain,” Wills stuttered.
* * * *
Wills slurred the words so Izzy could barely hear him, and those she did catch, she didn't understand. Husband and wife, however, were clear and her heart skipped a beat. Just like that, she was married aboard a pirate ship to its captain.
"God bless, and good night,” Wills said, turning his back on them and walking away.
"What just happened?” Izzy asked, stunned by the sudden change of events.
Snake turned her in his arms and kissed her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and with his free hand, cupped her ass, grinding her into his erection.
"Now you have no more excuses.” His husky voice sent a shiver through her as he spoke against her lips. “You belong to me. Forever.” He swept her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. “And your sweet body is calling to me.” Snake kneaded her ass as he carried her to the cabin.
"Wait!” she breathed, new sensations overwhelming her. “Are we truly legally wed?"
"Trust me when I say this,” he informed her with a thick voice. “He has the power on this ship to marry me. We are married, as you wanted. Now that I've given you your way, you're going to give me mine."
Dazed as they returned to the cabin, Izzy didn't have much of a chance to comprehend what he was talking about. Married! She was married to a man who'd kidnapped her, tied her up and done things to her she'd never dared dream were possible. Now, he was taking her to his cabin to do Lord only knows what and with the sanctity of marriage ... yet, it all felt somehow safe.
Izzy never thought he'd go to such an extreme to get her in his bed willingly. Snake kicked open the door, kicked it closed, all the while still holding her. He tossed her on the bed before tearing away the towel that barely covered the lower half of him. Izzy couldn't believe Snake, her husband, was married in nothing more than such a small strip of cloth, and she in a torn chemise and robe. It was simply not done, and yet, here they were. Married.
Said towel was now gone from her husband and fear assailed Izzy when she got an eyeful of maleness staring her in the face.
Although she'd seen him earlier, had him in her mouth, she was struck anew by how huge he was. Izzy knew there was no way he was going to fit inside her body without tearing her apart.
"Get ready for your husband, wife.” He stroked his thick flesh with one hand, looking down at her heatedly. “Take off your robe. You will give me all of yourself. I'm going to fuck you until there is no denying you're mine."
Izzy couldn't say anything as she removed the robe and tossed it to the floor, her stare fixated on him as he stroked himself. She was shocked and oddly excited at the idea of being his. Barely able to breathe, she scooted back into the corner of the bed until her back hit the wall. As he came to the bed, Izzy began to tremble. The nerves of a bride about to be taken by her new husband raced through her. The expression on Snake's face told her he was going to prove his vow, so that by dawn, she'd have no doubt she belonged to him.
"Time for you to lose this."
Snake took the front of her chemise, ripping it from her body. She shrieked, covering her breasts with her hands, and brought her knees up, affording her as much protection as she could get. The intense hunger and determination reflecting in his eyes heightened her fear. His rough treatment was doing nothing to waylay her fright. She'd heard the first time a husband was supposed to be gentle. Snake was anything but. He grabbed her from under her knees and arranged her so she was lying on her back. Izzy swallowed down the lump in her throat when he forced her legs apart and stared down at her. Her heart slammed a frantic rhythm when he positioned himself above her.
Suddenly, Izzy felt flushed with her husband's cock poised and ready to claim her. She flinched when he brought her right leg up and kissed the calf. Tenderness was something she had yet to experience from him. Her leg was lowered and she was dragged closer to him.
"This is going to be a night you will never forget,” he vowed as he traced a finger to her knee, moving down to her ankle. His eyes changed, became softer, not so rage-filled. “I'm going to teach you what true pleasure is. This, I promise."
"Can ... Can you please do me one favor?"
A mix of curiosity and arrogance settled on his features. “And what would that be?"
"Can ... um can...” She hated how she stammered. “Will you tell me your real name? We're married now, after all."
He smiled at her as he slowly lowered his body over hers. “Dantel. And before night's end, I expect to hear you scream it."
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Chapter 4
Dantel hovered over Isabella, positioned between her parted legs, resting his cock on top of her pussy. He stared down at his beautiful prize and a surge of raw desire rushed through him. No. She was not merely a prize. She was now his wife! Just the thought that no other man would touch her body, kiss her or fuck her, gave him the sweetest delight and a raging sense of arrogant possessiveness. Nothing he'd seen in his life looked as tempting or as luscious as Isabella naked on his bed. His hunger was reaching a breaking point at the thought of plunging into her tight heat, to pump into her as she cried out his name.
She was trimmed, plump, and damp with the dew he was aching to taste again. Dantel moved down, blowing softly on the folds of her womanhood. She was sweet nectar and he was now hooked on it for life.
With one long swipe of his tongue, Dantel savored her flesh. Pleasure brought a moan to his lips when he lapped the first drops of her. She was wet and making guttural sounds that pushed him dangerously close to the edge of control.
Dantel sat back up and threw her legs over his shoulders, cupping her ass in his hands. He spread her open, taking his fill of her virginal femininity. He grew harder still, thinking about sliding into her. Something ab
out this woman awakened feelings in him he'd never thought to experience. She made him see things differently now.
"Fuck if I couldn't die a happy man now that I've tasted your sweetness.” Even he heard the bewilderment in his tone.
* * * *
Izzy was not prepared for the new sensations thundering through her. She'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable as she did right then, with Snake's head buried between her legs. She also wasn't prepared for Snake to reveal the tender side of himself. When the first swipe of his tongue touched her, Izzy jerked and had to bite back a scream. Her instincts compelled her to retreat from him. It was too new, too much for her to absorb in so short a time. Yet her soul told her to stay, whispering to her that everything he was doing was right. They were married now, after all.
With another long lick from his tongue, her breath rushed from her. She knew nothing she'd known had given her this much exquisite pleasure as he was giving her now. Not even his fingers had felt this wondrous.
Her moan was rewarded with a groan that sounded as if it had been ripped from the very depths of his being.
Dantel plunged into her body with his tongue. Sounds of moaning and gasping breaths filled the cabin as his mouth worked on her sex. This time was vastly different from when he had her on the table. There was an urgency to his actions, a need that matched her own. Time and place melted away. Reason fled the more he worked her with his mouth. All she knew were the sensations she was experiencing.
The moment the first wave of orgasm hit her Izzy released a breathy scream. Her fingers entwined in his long hair as her hips bucked under his mouth. It intensified as he went on. Dantel forced her to ride the waves of pleasure by sucking harder on her clit.
While she was coming down from the heights of her climax, his lips remained fastened on her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her. Nothing could have prepared her for this and it left her wanting more. Much more.
"I take it you liked that?” Dantel asked, lifting his head. Arrogant male satisfaction showed clearly in his expression.
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