Alice’s cheeks reddened at his description, but Edward felt her body shifting as he had requested, and that was all he needed—that extra inch to accommodate him. He eased into her gently, pushing his crown into her tight hole.
“Oh!”
There was a flicker of pain in her eyes as he tore through whatever remained of her virginity, then it was done. Edward inched inside Alice, his gaze pinioning her every bit as much as his cock.
“You’re mine now, Miss Jaggers.” His voice was little more than a growl, and she nibbled her lower lip in response.
Slowly, Edward eased from her sex before lunging forward again. Alice drew in a deep breath, but there was less sign of discomfort on her face now—less pain and more pleasure—and every time he thrust into her sex, Edward could sense the carnal need within her growing.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, his quarters quiet, save for the labored sounds of their breathing and the audible signs of their arousal each time he possessed her anew. True to her word, Alice never took her eyes from him, those compelling orbs wide with passion while he claimed her. For a man as worldly as Edward Law, it was quite the experience. He assumed he had seen and done it all—sampling the best of what half the globe had to offer his sexual appetite—yet there had never been anyone like Alice. She was the ultimate contradiction—the uncorrupted virgin with a petulant, tenacious grit. A woman of obvious taste and morality who enjoyed the wicked thrill of being upturned over his knee and spanked. A terrified and timid vessel who seemed to have come to life under the weight of his ropes and tongue.
Even though he was the lucky bastard who got to plunder her first, Edward realized it was not enough. Just fucking young Alice was not going to be sufficient. He needed to be inside her head as well as her cunt. He wanted to captivate her.
Lowering his mouth to the side of Alice’s neck, he kissed her sensitive skin as his cock continued its relentless pursuit of pleasure. Beneath him, Alice groaned in appreciation, her head falling to one side to permit him greater access. Edward chuckled but obliged her, sucking at her flesh until he marked the area with a brand left by his lips. Then, unthinkingly, he slipped from her pussy.
“Roll over,” Edward instructed, “onto your hands and knees.”
He knelt behind Alice as she struggled to obey. Her ropes made it difficult to move with ease, but after a moment’s hesitation, Alice was in position.
Edward shifted her skirts out of his way, eyeing the delectable curve of her behind again. He ran his hand over her buttocks before he lifted one palm and brought it crashing down against her cheek.
Alice yelped, tugging futilely at her ropes as she shot an accusing look over her shoulder.
“What was that for?”
He laughed, a deep sound that seemed to reverberate around the chamber.
“For being so damn fine,” he chided while he edged himself into place, cocooning Alice’s body. “I want a lot more of that arse, Alice.”
She lowered her head at his tone. It was one of the few submissive gestures she had made, and Edward’s cock throbbed urgently at the display. Edward nudged her knees apart, the crown of his hard shaft already sliding between her lips.
“Oh, Edward!” Alice screamed his name, the intensity of his possession from his new angle, no doubt deeper.
“Take me,” he ordered, breathing in the floral scent of her hair. “Take everything I have to give you.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she breathed, drawing in a deep breath as Edward filled her up.
“Remember who you belong to now.”
Alice lifted her chin. “You, sir.”
Edward withdrew, lunging back into her hot, tight channel.
“Again,” he commanded. “Tell me again.”
“Edward?”
Leaning on one hand, his free palm rose and grabbed a fistful of her chestnut locks, pulling Alice’s head back until she was forced to meet his eyes.
“Tell. Me. Again.” His hips snapped forward with each new word, accentuating his resolution with three hard thrusts. Alice’s mouth opened, her eyes widening with the sensation.
“I’m yours, sir,” she rasped, struggling to get the words out.
Edward’s hand relaxed in her hair, but the palm guided her face toward his lips for a kiss.
“Scream it, Alice,” he instructed in a sensual purr. “I want every man on the Dexterity to hear you—to know who has claimed you.”
Alice’s expression was pained, and Edward had the sense it was not his cock hurting the woman, but the humiliation of what he demanded.
“Alice,” he growled into her ear. “Do it.”
Edward’s face moved away, his fingers burying themselves in her luscious hair again.
“I’m yours, Edward!” Alice called out while he pounded her from behind. “Oh, Lord, I’m yours.”
He grinned. Hearing Alice blaspheme in his honor was making him heady, his balls tightening as his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him.
“I like that,” he confirmed as his testicles banged roughly against the underside of Alice’s sex. “I like it when you admit who you belong to.”
She gasped, but the sound was almost lost as their flesh collided again.
“Down on your knees now,” Edward ordered, pulling from her wet cunt with some reticence while he pointed to the floor beside the bed.
He strode to the bedpost, untying the knot which held the rope at Alice’s wrists to the wooden structure, and Alice panted at the change of tact, her thighs trembling as she watched him.
“Sir?”
“You heard me,” he told her. “On the floor.”
Stumbling to the shiny wooden surface, she glanced up at him, her skirts tumbling down over her sex. Edward was back over her in a moment, his palm resting at the back of her head as he drew her face toward his erection. Alice’s gaze was wide with apparent concern.
“Do not fret,” he assured her. “Just open your lips and let me do the rest. I do not want to spill my seed inside you, Alice. It would not do to bear my child on this voyage.”
Edward did not give her an opportunity to react to that assertion, though he felt certain she would agree. As soon as her mouth opened, he pushed his cock inside, widening his stance as he eased the length in and out. Christ, Alice’s mouth felt as amazing as her pussy. There were tears welling in her eyes when he glanced down again, the product of how deep he was pursuing his pleasure, but it did not deter him. Alice could take it, and she would be enduring much more for him in the weeks to come—better she began to understand the dynamic. Edward could be tender and loving, but he was a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. Alice would do well to learn that—and remember it.
It only took a few more thrusts to topple Edward, his climax hitting him hard and fast, calling out as his balls constricted painfully. Loosening his grip, Edward allowed Alice to fall back to her haunches, but only after he ensured he had painted her face with his hot seed.
Chapter 18
Alice
Alice had no idea what had just happened to her. This morning when she had left the house at some ungodly hour, she had been so sure of herself. With her plan and her limited possessions, she had been almost excited as she hid away, waiting for the captain of the Dexterity to come on board. What she had not counted on was that captain being so audacious and alluring. She had never expected him to find her, let alone dress her down for her behavior, and there was no conceivable way she could have anticipated any of this.
She had not counted on Edward Law, and the way he could turn her into a quivering, liquified mess in a matter of hours.
Dear Lord, what would she do now?
She was still stuck onboard this vessel for the foreseeable future, thanks to her own ridiculous ingenuity, and based on the little resistance she had offered when he had taken her maidenhead, Alice doubted she would be able to go the distance. If he could do those things to her so soon after their introductions and make her feel this way, what hope
was there? Alice clenched the muscles between her thighs and swore she could still sense him there. She would never be the same again…
“Up you get now.”
One giant palm was thrust in her direction, and Alice slipped her bound hands into it, climbing to her feet on shaky legs.
She blinked at him, aware she was covered in whatever warm fluid he had seen fit to deposit all over her face. Usually, she carried a handkerchief, but her personal effects were still stowed away in her inadequate hiding place.
“Here.” Edward reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of white material, handing it to her.
Alice eyed it with suspicion. It did not seem anything like the quaint and delicate hankies she was used to, but beggars could not be choosers.
“Thank you, sir,” she mumbled, taking the fabric from him and wiping the remnants of his excitement from her cheeks and lips.
She had never been so used and humbled in the whole of her life. Alice’s cheeks flamed at that admission. It was true, but disconcertingly during the carnal acts they had just shared, she had not seemed to mind at all. In fact, the more he denigrated her, the more Alice’s body seemed to respond with arousal and vigor. It was a perplexing thought.
“You were, as I suspected, absolutely mesmerizing, Alice.” Edward moved toward her, pulling her into a hard embrace.
Alice went gladly, pleased to be able to bury her face into his chest for a while. Frankly, the shame of everything she was trying to process was becoming overwhelming.
“Are you okay?”
The question resonated over her head, and for a moment, all she could do was pull in a low breath while she contemplated how best to answer.
Was she okay?
Was anything about this okay? Alice had to accept she had wanted the union—she had invited it. She could hardly accuse Edward of taking what he wanted with force, whatever his prior suggestion on the subject.
“I think so,” she whispered into soft hair that met her lips.
Edward stroked her hair back from her furious blush.
“You don’t seem sure.”
She squeezed her eyes closed. She was not sure. On the one hand, she knew how she should feel, her limited education had taught her that. A young woman consenting to carnality with a man who was not even her betrothed, let alone a husband, was a harlot bound for hellfire and eternal damnation. Her priest had been very clear about this over the years. Alice should be disgusted with herself—and on some level, maybe she was—but on the other hand, there was no denying the energy that had sparked between her and Edward.
It was real, primal, and quite unlike anything she had ever felt. Glancing down at her wrists, still wrapped in his ropes, Alice was forced to admit she was not sorry for succumbing to his will, even if it meant she was disgraced.
It had been her will, as well.
“Alice?”
She lifted her chin to lock gazes with Edward. Those blue eyes were soft now, the storm of his passion having drifted to the horizon.
“I don’t know what to think, sir,” she admitted in a quiet voice.
His thumb stroked the back of her neck. “Do you regret your decision?” Edward’s voice was strained, and she sensed he was braced for her answer.
“No, Mr. Law.” She rose to her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. “Perhaps I should, but I do not.”
Edward’s lips curled, and he nodded while he pulled her bodice back over her chest. The ribbons hung loose, but in the main, Alice’s modesty had been restored.
“You should rest,” he instructed. “No doubt you had an early start this morning?” His eyebrow rose with the question, and Alice had to bite down on the fresh rush of arousal the gesture elicited.
“Yes, sir.”
She turned back toward the bed, a flush of hot memories washing over her at what had just transpired there. Sleep seemed like a good idea, and she wandered back in its direction. Sinking down onto the covers, her gaze landed over the ropes still restraining her hands.
“Am I to remain bound?”
Edward had sauntered back to his desk and lifted his chin to acknowledge her question.
“I see no reason to release you, Alice.”
“But…” Her heart pounded at his reply. “But I thought I was not to be your captive?”
He smiled. “You are a free woman,” he concurred. “But you would do well to remember who you belong to while you’re onboard the Dexterity.”
Alice sighed. She recalled the identity of the gentleman only too well, having just screamed it around these four walls.
“The ropes stay, for now. I will liberate you later, although we both know how much you have enjoyed being bound, Alice.” His gaze seared into her skin. “Perhaps I should seek to keep you tied for the duration.”
Her throat dried, though shamefully she could feel her nipples harden into painful little buds once more.
“Do you need refreshment?” Edward asked, relaxing back in his chair. “I have plenty of ale, and since you surrendered so wonderfully just now, maybe you also deserve some of the captain’s rum?”
Edward’s tone was playful, but Alice could not help screwing her face up at the prospect of either beverage.
“I have never tried either, sir.”
“Rum it is then,” he said, nodding with an errant grin as if he had assumed as much. “I should think it should be a little easier on your belly.”
He rose from his seat, striding toward the decanter where she had spied him earlier when she had still been concealed. That seemed like many months ago now, so much had happened in the interim period. He raised a clean glass to the light before he poured a small quantity of the liquor into it. Glancing in Alice’s direction, Edward made his way over to the bed.
“Try this.” He pushed the glass between her bound hands and took a step back to observe her.
Alice lifted the glass to her nose, turning her head away at the pungent aroma. “How can you drink this?”
Edward chuckled at her obvious disdain. “This is very expensive and difficult to come by,” he assured her while he lowered himself to his haunches. “That is why it is only drunk by the captain and…” He paused, eyeing her hungrily. “Those he chooses to indulge.”
Her gaze lowered at the intensity in Edward’s expression, returning once again to the amber liquid in the glass. So, this was an indulgence, was it? Perhaps it would be better not to offend Edward now that he seemed to have softened toward her. Slowly, Alice raised the tumbler to her lips, trying not to inhale as she tipped a small quantity between her lips. The burn of the alcohol spread down her throat, and as Alice swallowed it down, she wanted to cough the taste away.
“Good?” he probed in a wry tone.
Alice’s eyes watered. Good? This liquid was evil!
“I think it is an acquired taste, sir.”
Edward fell to his knees and reached for the side of Alice’s face.
“Then I suggest you acquire it, my lady, because it’s the finest beverage on board my ship, apart from the liquid your mouth has already been coated in, of course.”
His grin widened, but it took Alice a few moments to comprehend his meaning, and once she did, her face erupted in an intense new blush.
“Sir!” she hissed, glancing away from Edward’s smiling face, but his hand steered her attention back toward him.
“You may find it is not all bad, Miss Jaggers,” he purred.
“What, sir?” Alice gasped. That sinful look in his eyes was back again.
“Being here with me,” he murmured. “Being my very own little harlot.”
She balked at his description. Was that how he saw her? As nothing but a whore, he could use and abuse whenever he so desired.
Edward patted her heated cheek gently. “Do not look so mortified,” he chided, rising to his full height. “You are mine now, so we may as well both enjoy the privilege.”
Alice glanced down into her glass as he paced away. She wanted to drink t
he rum even less than she wanted his ropes at that moment. Edward’s words had stung, and she was not even sure why. Was it not obvious Edward would see her that way after she had so wantonly given herself to him? Would not any man view her with the same low regard? She lifted the glass to her mouth, taking a large glug, forcing herself to swallow before the liquid could return. If this was to be her fate, Law’s harlot, trapped onboard the very ship her father dedicated years of his life to creating—her birthright—she may as well get used to the taste of the liquor. It seemed to Alice the rum might become the only true friend she had.
Chapter 19
Edward
Edward watched her drain the rest of her glass before she collapsed onto his bed and drifted to sleep. Alice had not received his quip about her being a harlot as positively as he had intended the pun, but women were always sensitive about these matters. He rolled his eyes while he considered the thought. Edward liked Alice, admired her courage, and certainly lusted after her assets, but living with a woman onboard was going to take some getting used to. He did not acquiesce with the view of his men that females brought bad luck to a voyage, but as he admired Alice’s sleeping form, Edward had to admit dealing with her emotional sensibilities was going to be trying.
He left her resting while he met with Carlisle again, locking Alice in his quarters as he inspected the deck. The sun was close to the horizon while he delivered the whippings due to Smith and Walker, then took a meal of cheese and bread with his men. Edward raised a toast to the Dexterity, his thoughts once more returning to the bound little maiden waiting for him in his rooms. His cock swelled at the mental image of her, and he sighed as he settled back in his seat.
“Something on your mind, Captain?” Carlisle’s tone was knowing.
“More like someone,” he insisted as he met his first mate’s gaze.
“Is she settling in?”
“Something like that.” Edward’s brow rose with the answer, and Carlisle burst into laughter.
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