Pirates, Passion and Plunder

by Victoria Vale

  Mademoiselle Paulette Vêrtine did not disappoint. She started by unfastening her trousers again and dropping them to the floor as though she was glad to be rid of them. He supposed he could not blame her, her bottom must be smarting. She stepped out, picked them up, and folded them before setting them down on a low stool. She met his gaze when she reached for the buttons on the front of the light-brown shirt and loosened the top one.

  Little minx. She means to try and tease me. Raven cleared his throat. Time to take control.

  “I shall count to three,” he growled. “If you are not naked and on your knees at my feet by then, I shall take my belt to your lovely arse.”

  Her eyes widened. She paused.

  “One,” he began.

  Paulette sprang into action. She dragged the shirt over her head and dumped it unceremoniously on top of the folded trousers, then scuttled across the cabin to drop to her knees before him.

  “Two. I am impressed. What you may lack in elegance will come with practice and is more than compensated for by your enthusiasm.”

  “Sir…?” She tilted her head back to look up at him. “I…if there is something you want me to do, then please tell me.”

  He lowered himself to a crouch to bring his eyes more or less level with hers. “Have no fear, I shall. But what you need to know, here and now, is that I like hurting women. I enjoyed spanking you, almost as much as you appreciated the experience, I think, if the moisture I was most interested to see glistening between your thighs is any indication. But I take particular pleasure in hurting women with their consent. I am no monster who preys on the innocent, at least not in matters of sexual gratification. I will not take you against your will, and if at any stage you wish me to stop, you will say so and I shall oblige you.”

  “H-how do you like to hurt women?” Her voice was a trembling whisper.

  “I might use a whip, or a strap. Or my hand, of course. I might pull your hair until you scream, or have you suck my cock, take it right into the back of your pretty little throat. I will certainly tie you to my bed, and I will use every one of your holes for my enjoyment. Your body will be my plaything.” He paused, allowed her a few moments to take in his words. “Does what I have said cause you undue concern, mademoiselle?”

  Her eyes darkened once more, though he suspected with desire rather than fear. Her breath hitched, and she parted her lips to run the tip of her tongue across the upper one.

  “Do you need more time in which to consider, Paulette?”

  She shook her head.

  “A glass of water, perhaps?” He noticed that she now ran her tongue over her lower lip.

  “Please,” she murmured. “That would be good.”

  She might be playing for time, but he would humour her. He rose to his feet and crossed to the door, opened it, and poked his head out. “Charlie, bring me a jug of fresh water. And a mug.” He closed the door again and leaned on it, arms folded as before. And he waited.

  Paulette remained on her knees, though she followed him with her eyes, turning her head to regard him over her shoulder. Her bottom rested on the backs of her heels, and the redness still glowing on her rounded buttocks presented a glorious sight. His cock swelled, hardened yet more. Surely, if she was going to scream in outrage and demand that he let her go, she would have done so by now.

  There were plenty of tavern wenches ready to satisfy his baser urges, especially if he offered a coin or two for their trouble, but Mademoiselle Paulette Vêrtine was different. She was no innocent, he was sure of that by the ready manner in which she had stripped for him and now knelt naked and unconcerned in his cabin, waiting for his attentions. He had given her a good idea of what to expect, and still she retained her composure.

  Yes, a rare find indeed.

  A tap on the door behind him halted Raven’s musings. Charlie stood out in the companionway, a large pitcher and a mug balancing in his hands.

  “Thank you.” Raven took the items and closed the door again with the back of his heel. He poured half a mug of water out and handed it to the girl at his feet.

  Paulette drank quickly, draining the mug in one go. Raven said nothing, just refilled it and handed it back. This time she drank just half of it before offering the mug back to him. Raven took it and set it beside the jug, then returned to stand immediately in front of her.

  “Ask me, if you want more water. Now, are you ready to answer my question?”

  She met his gaze, and her voice was steady when she replied, “No, Sir. None of what you have said has caused me undue concern.”

  Raven allowed himself a satisfied smirk. “Then let us start with something simple. You need only obey.” He reached for the fastenings at the front of his close-fitting breeches. “Put your hands behind your back for me.”

  “Do you mean to tie my wrists again, Sir?” She placed her hands in the small of her back, the whole time watching the progress of his fingers as he undid his trousers.

  “No, but you will keep them there because I have told you to. Obedience, remember?”

  “Yes, Sir, I… Oh!”

  He released his engorged cock from the confines of his clothing, and it sprang free to point straight up at the rafters. The sight apparently left Paulette speechless. She stared, mesmerised, when he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and gave a couple of sharp thrusts. Perhaps he should have invited her to do that, but he had other plans. Using his free hand, he tapped her mouth. “Open.”

  She parted her lips.

  He stepped forward. “Wider.”

  She obliged, and he inserted the bulbous crown of his erection in her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded softly.

  Her cheeks hollowed. Delicious ripples of sensation rushed the length of his cock. His balls clenched, and it took a supreme effort of will not to spend right then and there on her delightful tongue.

  Raven closed his eyes, breathed in through his nose, then out through his mouth. He repeated, allowed the waves of pleasure to subside before thrusting his cock deeper into her heat.

  She gagged, so he paused to let her become accustomed to the intrusion. He combed his fingers through her hair, then grasped a handful and tipped her head back so she had to look up and meet his eyes.

  “Relax. I promised you no harm would come to you, and I meant it. I will not choke you.”

  She managed a tiny nod, though tears streamed from her eyes, and she still gagged when he pushed farther in.

  Raven used his hold on her hair to angle her head so he could direct the crown of his cock into the pouch of her cheek, a position she seemed to find more to her liking. Her stiff muscles softened, and he was able to drive his cock in and out without meeting further involuntary resistance. He relaxed his grip, instead using his hands to frame and caress her face. He wiped away her tears with his thumbs and smiled at her.

  “You are doing well, little one. Is this the first time you have had a man’s cock in your mouth?”

  Again, that small nod.

  He withdrew slightly. “Use your tongue to lick the underneath of my cock. Around the crown…aaah, yes, that’s it.” He closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back, savoured the sensual caress of her tongue as she lapped at the head of his erection.

  Jesus, I cannot stand much more of this…

  “I am going to spend soon. My cock will be in your throat, and you will allow that. Remain still.”

  He chanced a look at her features, tear-stained again. Her nod was still small but unmistakable.

  “Suck. And breathe through your nose. When I come, you will swallow it, every drop. Then, you will lick me clean. This will be your responsibility for as long as you share my cabin. Do you understand?”

  She managed one final nod, before he thrust his cock deep into the back of her mouth. She gagged again but calmed quickly. All the while she held his gaze, as though finding strength there.

  His balls tightened, clenched into a knot. His cock lurched, hard, then he went still, all his senses attuned to t
he overwhelming rush of pure, undiluted pleasure. His semen surged forth to fill her delectable throat.

  He caught a brief flash of startled surprise in her eyes, but that was soon gone. She swallowed, cleared her airway, then had to do it all over again when the next spurt came, and the next.

  He continued to stroke her hair as she wrapped her tongue around his softening shaft to cleanse it as he had instructed. She was most diligent, bobbing her head back and forth to ensure she reached all of him. He waited until she had finished, then slid his cock out.

  “You learn fast, Paulette. That was…most enjoyable.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I would like to explore the rest of my new acquisition. For this, you will need to be on my bunk.”

  Raven’s sleeping quarters were in an alcove, concealed behind a thick curtain. He offered her his hand to assist her to her feet, then led her across the cabin.

  He pulled back the heavy drape which revealed his mattress. There was little enough space on board, but Raven appreciated his comforts. The bed was just about wide enough to accommodate two, and the linens were fresh, as he liked. Charlie took care of his needs and knew to change the bedding twice a week.

  “You will kneel on the bunk and face the wall, your back to me.”

  He assisted her in clambering onto the mattress and arranged her just as he wished. “Now, lean forward. Place your chin on the mattress, and your shoulders. Your bottom will be raised high…”

  She chewed on her lower lip for a moment, then bent forward to assume the position he required. Her reddened bottom was displayed to perfection, and he could not resist palming each cheek. He was not gentle, and she hissed with residual pain.

  “Do you like it when I do this?” he asked conversationally.

  “Yes, Sir,” she groaned. “I do.”

  “How much do you like it, I wonder…?”

  “Sir?”

  “Spread your legs, as wide as you are able. Set your knees as far apart as you can, then arch your back to show me your pussy. I want to see how wet you are.”

  “Oh God…” She parted her knees until they were perhaps a foot apart.

  “You can do better than that, Paulette.” He dropped a sharp slap on her unsuspecting bottom. “Wide. Now.”

  Paulette yelped, but she managed to double the space between her knees, then lifted her bottom higher to afford him the view he desired.

  “Better. And yes, you do seem to be enjoying yourself, in spite of all the huffing and puffing.” Her pussy lips were swollen, cherry-pink and glistening with moisture. Raven took a moment to admire the pretty sight, then slid the flat of his hand over her wet folds. “Your Miss Elisabeth was right. You are indeed a slut.”

  “Sir, I—”

  “And now, Paulette, you are my slut. Is that not true?” He continued as though she had not sought to interrupt.

  “Yes, Sir. Your slut.”

  He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers, then inserted one long digit into her channel. Her inner walls clenched around it as he drove it home. She let out a small cry when he pulled out, only to thrust deep again. He added a second finger, then a third.

  Paulette writhed and gyrated her hips, earning herself another slap and a command to keep still. She did not manage to obey, as he had known she would not. He would have to tie her down to ensure that. He made a mental note for next time and turned his attention to her small, pink clit.

  The sensitive bud was already swollen and poking out from beneath its protective hood. Raven placed his fingers on either side and pressed gently to encourage it to stand prouder still. Then, satisfied with his progress, he ran the pad of his thumb across the top.

  Paulette bucked hard and gasped. Her pussy walls tightened around his fingers. She was about to come, and he had barely laid a hand on her.

  Given time, he could train her to orgasm only on his command, but she did not yet possess that level of control. He did, however. He ceased his stroking of her clit, and his fingers inside her went still. Her disappointment was evident in the low groan she emitted. She gripped him hard, squeezing her cunt around his fingers as though she could force him to let her come.

  He slapped her bottom again, hard. “Stop that. Be patient. I have not finished exploring yet.”

  “That hurt, Sir.” She sounded peeved.

  “I know. You would be well advised not to give me cause to remove my belt, for any reason other than to fuck you.”

  “Sir, please… I need…”

  “What do you need, Paulette?” He started to finger-fuck her again, slowly, and with just two fingers so as to leave her craving more.

  “I need you to fuck me, Sir. Please…now!”

  “Soon. If you have earned it. For now, you will keep still and allow me to continue with my exploration.”

  “Yes, Sir. I am sorry…”

  Raven smiled. She may be untutored, but she was absolutely perfect.

  He withdrew his fingers from her, the sound of her wetness filling the small cabin. The scent of her arousal, and his, hung heavy in the air, musky and potent, the aroma of decadence and wicket delights. Could she smell it, too? He might ask her. Later.

  He glanced about him and located the low footstool he liked to prop his feet on when he perused his maps and charts. He dragged it over and deposited it on the floor right behind where Paulette was displayed for his pleasure. He sat on it, his face now on a level with her drooling pussy.

  He used his thumbs to part her pussy lips, then formed his tongue into a hard point and speared it inside her.

  Paulette groaned, her small hands forming fists. She clenched the sheet as though she might somehow dissipate the inexorable pull of orgasm rushing at her.

  That power was his, not hers. Raven delivered several small thrusts, each one eliciting a strangled moan, then he withdrew his tongue. He intended to concentrate on torturing her clit.

  He flicked the sensitive bud with his finger, then with the tip of his tongue. Paulette seemed to appreciate the attention, gyrating her hips and shoving fistfuls of his fine, clean linen sheet into her mouth. He leaned forward to wrap his lips around the plump nub, and just as he had commanded her, he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked.

  The result was as he expected. Paulette went wild, bucking and thrusting against his mouth. At once he released her and leaned away.

  “Did I not tell you to remain still and let me do this?”

  “Yes, Sir. I know, but I can’t. When you…when you…”

  “When I suck your clitoris?” he offered helpfully.

  “Yes. That. I cannot remain still. It feels so…so…”

  “Horrible?”

  “No, not horrible.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, Sir, you know it does not.”

  “Then, what? Why do you disobey me, even knowing that I will take my belt to you for it?”

  “It feels so good, Sir. I need to climax. If you would allow me to touch myself, I could—”

  “You will do no such thing. Your release is mine, to give or withhold. If you take it without permission, be sure that I shall whip you, and not in a pleasant way.”

  She had the good sense to remain silent. He assumed she was considering his threat. Time to remind her of the prize for obedience.

  Raven took her clit between his lips again and held it firm while he flicked with his tongue. Once, twice, then he released her just as she would have passed the point of no return and tumbled into her climax.

  “Settle down,” he commanded. “You must learn to be patient.”

  “I am trying, Sir. Truly.”

  He knew that she was. He idled away the few minutes it took for her breathing to calm by tracing his fingertips around the outer edges of her pussy, teasing and tantalising, close but not quite touching her sensitised inner lips.

  When she was reasonably calm once more, he inserted just the tip of one finger into her pussy, swirled it around to collect a generous coating of
her juices, then he placed the slick digit against the tight ring of muscle at her rear hole.

  He pressed. She tensed, then yielded. He was able to insert the end of his finger.

  Paulette gasped. “Sir? No, please, not there…”

  “I told you I meant to use all your holes. That includes this one.”

  “No one has ever…”

  “Another new experience for you, then.” He eased his finger deeper, as far as the first knuckle, at the same time taking her clit between his teeth this time and scraping the sides.

  The sound Paulette made was almost animalistic, somewhere between a groan and a snarl. He lapped at the tip for a few moments, then again released her poor, tormented clit. His finger remained in her arse.

  “Do you wish me to stop, Paulette? You have but to say so…” He twisted his finger within her rear hole, then pumped it in and out. “You are doing so well, little one.”

  “Do not stop,” she wailed. “Harder. I want… I want…”

  He knew what she wanted, and it was time. Raven dipped his head to take her clit in his mouth again, and this time when she thrust and ground her pussy against his face, he did not back off at the vital moment. He continued, sucking, licking, pressing his finger deeper until she let out an anguished wail and flew.

  Raven was able to draw the climax out, continuing to suckle on her clit while Paulette’s body shuddered and convulsed. He had forced her to wait, and her release was all the more powerful for it. The contractions rippled the length of her cunt. Even with his finger jammed in her arse he could feel her clenching and convulsing as her body found its release. Before the final tremors faded, he unfastened his breeches again to free his cock, and drove it unceremoniously, balls deep, into her quivering pussy.

  Paulette let go of the sheet and reached her hand out in front of her, grasping for…something. Raven laced his fingers through hers and drew back, only to thrust deep again. He drove in and out of her tight channel, each stroke long and deep and hard, pounding her as she wriggled and writhed on his cock.

  She climaxed again almost at once, then a third time. Raven slowed, reduced his deep thrusts to a more rapid and shallow tempo, teasing her entrance and rubbing against her sweet inner spot until she begged him to stop playing with her.