Chapter 21
Edward
He guided Alice back to the bed, her arms still bound, her face and arse equally red.
“Do you need your captain’s cock again?”
Alice glanced back over her shoulder at him. “Yes, please, sir.”
That was all Edward needed to hear. Nudging her ankles apart with his feet, he leaned Alice over the end of the bedstead, exploring her pussy with his fingers. As he plunged between her heated cheeks, his digits found her sex drenched with desire. She moaned beautifully while he pressed one finger into her clenching cunt.
“You are so ready,” Edward enthused, withdrawing the finger and bringing it to his mouth. He already knew just how delicious Alice tasted and was not prepared to waste this opportunity to savor her sweetness again. She surveyed the deed with wide eyes, her embarrassment more than evident.
“Please.”
The sound of her whimper hardened his already eager cock, and he released the organ a moment later. Grabbing her hips, Edward drew her arse back to meet his erection.
“Is this what you want?”
Alice arched her back in response. “Oh, sir. Yes, please!”
“I want to hear it, Miss Jaggers.” Edward was toying with her now he but found it impossible to resist. “Let me hear what you want.”
“You, sir,” she gasped, pushing back against his throbbing cock. “I want you, please—like before.”
Edward grinned—like before sounded perfect to him. Not waiting a second longer, he slid his hard length into her sodden entrance, impaling Alice with one smooth action. She cried out as he filled and stretched her, gripping the wood as best she could between the ropes. Edward could not believe how good Alice felt—so warm, so wet, and so inviting, and as her pussy squeezed around his shaft, he was forced to squeeze his eyes closed. If he could not find some damn composure soon, this would all be over far too soon.
Wrapping his arm around her middle, Edward eased Alice back to her feet, his cock continuing to slam into her, the rhythm creating pure hedonism between them.
“Up you come,” he breathed as his hand rose to her breasts.
Holding her firmly against his chest, Edward fucked her over and over until small guttural noises came from her lips, and her thighs threatened to buckle beneath her weight.
Edward withdrew, smacking her right arse cheek for good measure as Alice collapsed over the end of the bed again.
“That is too good,” he said with a shake of the head. “I need some time to cool my ardor, Alice.”
She mewled in response, protesting the loss in tiny sensual mumbles as he maneuvered her into the position he desired. Alice’s hips were propped on the wooden bedstead, her upper body strewn onto the bed covers, her legs stretched as wide apart as they could go with Alice on tiptoes. Edward rose above, running his hands over her punished behind. She was divine, the closest thing to an angel he’d ever seen, and he had been the one to corrupt her. Now, he wanted to go one better—corruption wasn’t enough. Edward needed to drag Alice down to his base level.
He dropped to his knees behind her, splaying her cheeks apart with his palms, Alice’s intimate parts revealed to him, her moist labia parting as he separated her. Edward’s cock strained at the sight. It wanted back into that tight, wet place, but first, he intended to put it somewhere even tighter. A mischievous smirk spread across his face as he contemplated his plan.
“Your pussy is heavenly,” he told her in a contemplative tone.
“Take it, Captain,” she whimpered from over the bed. “It is yours.”
Edward ran his lip across his lower lip at her plea. He certainly intended to take it, but first, there was another matter to attend to.
“Oh, I will,” he assured her. “But first, I want to try your other delicacy.”
There was silence for a moment, and only the sound of Alice’s ragged breathing filling the air. Edward sensed the moment his meaning became clear by the way her cheeks tensed and instinctively, tried to hide her wonderful holes from his gaze.
“No,” he admonished, peppering both cheeks with a succession of fast swats. “You know that’s not what I want. Relax that arse for me.”
“But sir, please, I—”
“Alice.” Edward’s voice was stern. “I said, relax.”
She inhaled, and for a moment, he could sense the conflict within her. Alice wanted to please him, that much was obvious. As soon as he was able to break down her defenses, she was pliant to his every touch and caress, except it seemed, the one he now proposed. Evidently, there was something about that which crossed an unspoken line in her mind. Edward smiled at her naivety. If Alice thought there were any parts of her which were off limits, she was deluding herself. He meant what he had told her. She belonged to him—every single part of her.
With her next breath out, some of the tension eased from Alice’s muscles, and Edward was able to spread her arse cheeks again, not wasting any time, taking the opportunity as soon as it presented itself. Leaning forward, he planted kisses first on the plump, excited lips of her pussy before his mouth shifted north to her darkest hole. She gasped at the initial contact, her instinct to push him away, but another sharp spank to her right cheek put paid to that idea.
“Stop it,” he growled in warning. “Your captain is going to claim every single inch of you, Miss Jaggers, and that includes these inches.” Edward lapped at the sensitive flesh between her two holes, relishing the small, raspy pants coming from the bed.
“Edward,” she gasped. “You must not. It is forbidden!”
He paused, grinning at her assessment as he fisted his desperate cock for a moment. The thing Alice had to remember about Edward Law was, from where he crouched, absolutely nothing was forbidden. He eased a finger back into her drenched pussy, sliding it in and out of her wetness long enough to bring her close to rapture before he drew the moist digit to her virgin hole.
Alice tensed at its approach. “Oh, Lord, sir. You cannot—we should not!”
“What have I told you?” His voice was intentionally curt, and Alice responded just as he had hoped, mumbling her apologies as she tried her best to relax again.
Edward’s finger slipped into her anus slowly, stretching the passage gently while he tongued her tasty little cunt with renewed vigor. The double assault sent Alice into something of a spin, her feet leaving the floorboards as she panted and twisted in response, but none of her reactions halted his pursuit. After a moment, Edward’s mouth rose north, joining his finger, applying even more moisture to the area he most desired.
Two things were clear to him at that moment. The first was he wanted to fuck her arse more urgently than he could recall wanting anything. Even his craving for the Dexterity paled into insignificance compared to this wave of powerful need. The second thing apparent was if Alice had any hope of enjoying this ultimate act of surrender, he needed to make her as wet and tranquil as possible. Easing his finger deeper inside her, he considered his options. It was better to start with his digits and open Alice up to the idea. The woman was more than wanton, and he was sure once she was past the horror of the idea, Alice would revel in it.
He hoped so, anyway.
Withdrawing his finger, he lapped at the place it had been, excited at the short, eager breaths coming from Alice. He replaced his tongue with not one, but two digits and watched proudly as she accepted them both. He rose to his feet, continuing to fuck her arse with his fingers.
“I’m going to stick my cock in there, too, my naughty little stowaway.”
Alice gasped at his words, her ring of muscles clenching around his digits.
“Sir.” Her voice was strained, evidence of Alice’s nerves on the subject.
“Don’t worry,” he soothed, “you’ll love it once you start. I promise.”
“But sir?” Alice twisted her head back to meet his gaze, and for a moment, Edward had to catch his breath.
She was so young and still so innocent. In the last few hours, it had been easy to forg
et—to delude himself Alice was a woman of the world—but she was not. She had been chaste before—untouched by man and unsullied. Edward had been the one who had come along and changed all that. He had released the beast lurking deep within her soul, the one who craved the pain and the humiliation, and the one he knew would ultimately take to anal sex like a duck to water. But Edward was not oblivious to the woman harboring the beast. She needed him, too. She needed his comfort and reassurance.
“Trust me.” Edward did not know why he said it.
Alice had no reason to trust him, yet in his heart, he hoped she could sense his intentions were not to cause her harm, only to open her up to a brave new world—just like the Dexterity as she broke the silent waters of the ocean below them.
She nodded, nibbling her lower lip before her face fell back to the covers. Edward’s gaze landed back on the exquisite place his fingers were filling, his cock throbbing with fresh urgency. Using his free hand, he drew more of Alice’s excitement north to join his fingers, then sensing the moment was right, he eased the digits away, replacing them with the tip of his manhood.
“You will never fit, sir!” Alice gasped as he nudged forward.
“Take nice deep breaths for me.”
Edward had no idea how he held his nerve as he gave the order. He wanted nothing more than to lunge inside her and take what he wanted. That is what his life had always been like—he commandeered, plundered, and took what he liked. Alice was the first treasure he had ever sought to nurture as well as seize.
“But it won’t matter. You are simply too big for me to accommodate, and—”
“Alice,” he shouted, and either the volume or the resonance had her lips fall silent.
“Deep breaths. In and out—that is all you need to do.”
She glanced back at him over her shoulder, large, anxious eyes fluttering at the command. Slowly, Alice complied, and Edward felt the muscles around his cock begin to relax.
“Better,” he soothed, stroking the side of her delectable behind. “Just like that, Alice. Big, deep breaths.”
Alice’s head fell forward again, and with her next exhalation, Edward pressed into her.
Chapter 22
Alice
Alice’s every instinct told her to tense and buck to get away from the intrusion. Edward’s member between her legs had been one thing. She had feared its intrusion at first, but in the end, Alice had been desperate for him—for more of the wonderful sensation the thing elicited as he slid it inside her. But this? This was different. It was wrong. Surely Edward knew that? Yet as he pushed deeper between her cheeks, it seemed the pirate had no regard for the disgrace he brought upon them both.
“Edward!” she screamed his name into the bed, pulling in strands of air between her flared nostrils. His erection felt monstrous lodged in her backside—far too colossal for her to tolerate—and as he lunged on, the intensity of the act overwhelmed her.
“You’re doing well,” he praised from somewhere far behind.
While logically, Alice knew precisely where the words had originated, she could not place the sound. Edward’s voice seemed a hundred miles away, floating out on the ocean breeze, and could do nothing to quell her concerns about the way he was impaling her most private place.
“Please.” Fingers balled in the sheets, she arched her back, straining to lift her chin and focus on the pillows out of reach of her grasp. Alice could not say the act was painful, perhaps an element of hurt initially, but that sense was gone now, replaced by a daunting realization.
She was his now.
Everything Edward Law had said was proven to be true, this one act sealing it in Alice’s mind. He had not just claimed her, he had conquered her—mastering every aspect her femininity had to offer and doing so without needing to overpower her. She had offered him this—she had succumbed.
Edward lunged deeper still, the fullness making Alice’s lips part of their own accord until she called out at the ferocity. She felt his fingers in her hair and the sudden injury as his fist jerked her head back toward him.
“You’ve taken nearly all of me,” he growled.
Alice’s eyes fluttered wildly in response. Nearly all of him. So, this astonishing sense of possession wasn’t everything Edward had to offer? She panted at the thought there could be any more than this.
“By the heavens, you are tight and glorious.”
Another guttural grunt escaping her lips, Alice tried to shake her head at the sound, though her head was immobilized by the large fingers in her hair. She could barely believe any of this. How had she surrendered to such a lewd and immoral man? As his cock eased from her backside, another thought struck her—why was she reveling in the supplication so much?
Edward pressed back into her. “Do you feel me, Alice?”
Alice huffed in response. Of course, she felt him! She would have to have no pulse at all not to register the custody Edward exerted over her body.
“Y-yes,” she spluttered. “Yes, sir.”
He groaned at that, his hips withdrawing before snapping his erection back into place—each time Edward filled her anew, she bit down into the bed covers.
“You have no idea how good you feel.”
Alice could feel the caress of his fingers at her midriff while the other hand held her hips.
“No idea, at all.”
Her whimpers were the only answer she could offer. There were no words for whatever this act represented. Nothing she could say to ease the intensity of the moment. Alice was quite certain she would never be the same lady again by the time Edward was done with her.
Edward pressed on, claiming a little more of her with each thrust. By now, it seemed his was the largest organ in the world, every inch of him intent on dominating Alice. It was not just her vulnerable backside he claimed but the essence of who she was. The woman who had so ardently resisted the attention of every gentleman her father had encouraged to call. The one who had pursued her education long after it was considered acceptable. The one who had foolishly schemed to take on Edward Law and seize the Dexterity. That woman was erased from Alice’s memory, subdued by the authority of the pirate who now owned her father’s ship. As his rhythm increased and Alice began to lose her breath, she could no longer decide how she felt about it anymore.
Did she even want the Dexterity after this?
Would she be able to bear the sight of the ship now that she had been so soundly spanked and thoroughly claimed within its confines? Her disgrace was complete, but worse than that, her desire for the man who had orchestrated it was not satiated—she still wanted Law. Though the man intimidated the hell out of her, her fascination was far from complete.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!”
Alice heard his blaspheming words as he thrust even deeper into her core. She cried out, lurching forward on the bed as she was forced to accept him. A moment later, Edward collapsed over her, his body jerking with the power of his pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed when his face landed beside hers.
Tentatively, she clenched her behind. Edward was still lodged inside, and his eyes whipped open to acknowledge her deed.
“So keen to have me withdraw?”
She pulled in a shaky breath as best she could under his weight. What was the etiquette for this moment, she wondered? As though he read her mind, Edward grinned, easing himself from her.
“Is that better?”
Alice bit her lip. Was it better? She felt ashamed and uncertain, yet there was no denying how much she had relished his possession of her body—both the punishment and the carnality had thrilled her.
“Thank you.” She did not know what else to say.
She caught sight of his smile as he rose, and a moment later, his large hands helped her upright.
“Come to me,” he ordered, beckoning her forward with both palms. “You need to be held.”
Instinctively, Alice wanted to argue the point. She did not need to be held. How could he possibly know that? She was not some piece
of chattel he could keep, to punish and overawe whenever it suited him. Alice had fought that fate for so long; it just was not right she should end up this way.
“Alice.” The authority was back in his voice again, and her feet shuffled forward in the direction of his embrace. Edward’s arms snaked around her, smoothing down her skirts. “That is better, my naughty girl.”
Her nostrils flared. “I do not need to be held.”
Alice could hear the petulance in her tone, yet she hardly cared. Her body may have submitted to Law’s will, yet it seemed her mind would need considerably more persuading.
“Nonsense,” he mumbled, drawing her closer to his body. “I may be your captain, but I am not a brute. That was quite a spanking you just received and now, your first anal experience.”
Her muscles clenched at his words.
“It is a lot to bear.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, denying the hot tears that burned in them. What was she crying for? She was not upset by this. She should not be this vulnerable. Alice pulled in a deep breath as the vexation washed over her.
Damn him! Damn Edward for purchasing the Dexterity and coming into her life this way. Damn his infernal arrogance and the natural authority he seemed to ooze, and damn her own pathetic responses. Alice should have been stronger. She should have been smarter.
“Alice?” Edward stroked her hair away from her eyes to reveal her no doubt pained expression.
Embarrassed by the sudden exposure, she buried her face back into his scruffy shirt, no longer caring about his cleanliness. There was no way she could look him in the eyes after this—no way at all.
“Miss Jaggers?”
All of a sudden, he dropped to his haunches in front of her, the comfort and protection of his chest and arms disappearing in a heartbeat. She was revealed to him, her flaming face and tears more than evident. Alice twisted away, desperate to be free of him. Edward was everywhere now—everything she could hear, smell, and see—like the man had become part of her in some very real and unnerving way.
It was maddening.
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