The pink hue of her cheeks deepened with every step I took toward her.
“We weren’t talking about any of that,” she whispered, taking a sidestep to the bedpost.
“We were talking about what happened today and what might happen when we reach shore.” I gave a pointed look to her arms and waited until she wound them over her head, grabbing the post.
“I have been through an ordeal,” she said, and her breath heated my chest as I wound the ropes around her wrists and bound her to the post.
“You have.” I nodded. “And instead of finding you huddled in the corner sobbing like any other woman I know would have, I find you angry and accusing.”
Once I had her hands secured, I pushed her hair behind her. Cupping her full breasts, I squeezed slightly. She moaned, but I was sure she didn’t mean for me to hear it.
“Are you still angry?”
I kissed her cheek then her shoulder.
“Hmmm, do you wish to yell at me? Hurl insults?”
My lips skated across her neck, up to her ear. She tilted her head, giving me better access to her smooth, creamy skin.
“N-no, I didn’t mean to be so… I was just—”
I pulled back from her, leveling my gaze with hers. “You were upset. And rightfully so.”
I stepped back again, taking interest in the small prick Jack made on her side. The wound, completely superficial, was already forming a protective scab. He would find more pain before he found his end. Small nick or not, he harmed what was mine.
I moved down to my knees before her, looking up the length of her curves and her softness. How had I gotten so lucky as to have this woman stow away on my ship? I would have to thank Madame Castelle instead of the tongue lashing I’d had planned.
“Open your legs for me, pretty one. I want to taste you,” I said softly, staring up at her.
Her pink tongue ran along her bottom lip, but she didn’t give any more hesitation. She slid her feet apart, giving me the bounty that belonged to me.
“Good girl.” I grinned. With my thumbs, I pulled the lips of her pussy apart, exposing her engorged nub. “So wet and ready for me already,” I said in mock chastisement.
“Sebastian, what are you—oh…oh!”
I didn’t give her any explanation, but rather showed her what I was about. Sweeping my tongue across her clit and down her wet slit, I repeated my actions over and over again, stopping only to nibble here and there. She groaned above me. The ropes creaked as she pulled against them. My girl wanted to touch, wanted to move, but she was at my mercy. Always at my mercy.
Her thighs began to tremble.
“Do not find your release yet, Elizabeth,” I ordered, thrusting two fingers into her passage. Eagerly, her body clenched around me, and I slowly began to pump in and out of her while my tongue lavished her clit.
“Oh. No. Sebastian. Oh…” Her pussy gripped me harder. “So…close.”
I kissed her belly and slowly dragged my fingers from her body. I wanted her orgasm, but I wanted it with my cock plunged deep inside her.
I moved to my feet and shucked out of my clothing. With wide eyes, she watched me.
“Tell me, Elizabeth…” I cupped her breasts again, pinching her nipples until she gave me the delightful grimace I loved so much from her. “Do you think if you show me what’s inside, the sorrow you’ve been carrying, do you think I’ll find you weak?”
Anger flashed in her gaze.
“We aren’t done here. Don’t worry, you’ll find your release. And my cock will be buried in you when you do. But until you show me everything, until you give me what I want, you’ll have to wait.”
She tugged on her ropes, apparently, no longer enjoying our game.
“Getting emotional doesn’t solve anything. Tears don’t fix problems,” she stated flatly.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers as I watched her face contort from irritated to pleasure filled.
“Ah, but shoving it to the dark place you keep it only makes things harder for you. You keep yourself hidden, and I want all of you, Elizabeth. I want your sighs.” I released her nipples, letting the blood rush back into them. “I want your cries.” I slapped her breasts hard and watched as they bounced back.
She yelped.
“And I want your tears. I want them all because they are all part of you.” I lowered my head and bit down on her shoulder, not releasing her until she called out.
“You were mistreated. You were ignored. You went unloved for so long, you aren’t sure if what you’re feeling now is love.” I scraped my teeth across her jaw before pressing my forehead against hers. Her breaths came in short bursts. Tears danced on her lids, but I wanted more.
“I-we’ve only—how—” Her words were as tangled up as my fingers in her hair as I dragged her head back to look into her eyes better.
“Because that’s the way of it. You can’t control emotion. You can’t shove it away and pretend it’s not there, love.”
A single tear slid down her cheek. I licked it away. “How did you know I’d find you? How did you know I wouldn’t go off and find the treasure and forget all about you?”
“Because you thought I knew more about the location, you could have thought I was taking off with the treasure.” Her tone didn’t match her words. Still, she fought her feelings, what she knew to be true.
“Liars are punished, Elizabeth,” I warned. I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her toward me, making her feel the hard length of my cock. “Be good, tell me true, and you’ll be rewarded.”
Another tear fell.
“You came for me because you cared. Because you wanted me safe.”
“Aye.” I nodded. “And what will happen when we get to shore? What will I do when we drop anchor?”
Her eyes locked with mine. “You’ll stay with me. You won’t leave me.”
I grinned.
“True again, one more question—” I lifted her legs from the floor and wrapped them around my waist then positioned my cock at her entrance. The heat from her body beckoned me forward, but I held still held my ground.
“When will I abandon you? When I tire of you and leave?”
She blinked, letting more tears cascade down her face.
“Never,” she whispered. But in that one soft sound, that little word, she solidified everything. I would never let her go. I would sooner cut my own cock off than see her walk away from me.
In one thrust, I buried my cock inside her. There would be no more holding back now.
“Sebastian!” she called as I plowed her, harder and harder still until she screamed her release. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me until my orgasm ripped me apart.
“I love you, too,” she whispered as I held her to me, her body still entwined around me, her arms still bound to my bed.
I grunted.
Maybe I would keep her tied in my quarters.
Maybe I would keep her belly swelled with my child.
For the first time in my life, there was more to my mind besides hidden treasures and sea life.
I had my stowaway.
I had my captive.
And she had me.
Chapter 11
Elizabeth
“Elizabeth! Dammit.” Sebastian’s frustrated growl followed me as I rushed to the front door of Croftwill’s house. His booted steps hurried behind me onto the porch just as I banged on the door.
“Elizabeth, stand to the side—” he tried to command me, but the door had opened. A wide-eyed servant girl stared at the looming pirate behind me. I had gotten him to tie back his hair, but there was nothing to be done about his bulk or the ragged appearance of his beard. He was perfect, but still a bit scary.
“I wish to see Mr. Croftwill. Immediately.” I charged inside.
“Miss! Wait. No,” she called after me as I made my way to the drawing room doors.
“Elizabeth!” Sebastian’s hard tone snapped behind me. I would pay for my disobedience later. He’d probabl
y use his belt to tan my backside, but it would be worth it. If I was able to secure Sarah’s freedom, I would take a million lashings from his leather.
His heavy hand on my shoulder stilled me, and I looked back at him.
“I’ve waited too long already,” I said, trying to keep my voice down. After we returned to Bath, Sebastian had insisted on getting all of my finances in order. He’d dragged me from bank to bank getting papers signed and coins moved.
While I wanted to go straight to Croftwill’s plantation, he’d forced me to see to my stepmother first. I won’t lie, handing over the eviction notice to the evil woman warmed my heart. Watching her old husband sputter and plead with Sebastian had nearly made me giggle. In the end, they were cast out and now, finally, I was able to get Sarah’s freedom.
His dark eyebrow rose into a perfect arch.
“Very well, but you’ll pay the price.” He waved his hand for me to continue.
“Gladly.” I thrust the doors to the parlor open.
There she was.
Sarah!
Sitting on the settee beside Mrs. Croftwill. Both women had their breasts bared, their corsets removed, and their gowns opened just at the chest. Mr. Croftwill stood behind them, one hand on each of their shoulders.
“Lizzie?” Sarah recovered first. She jumped to her feet, pulling her gown closed. “Lizzie. What are you… Oh!” Her gaze moved behind me, taking in the pirate looming.
“What is this about?” Mr. Croftwill demanded.
Mrs. Croftwill covered herself as well, a heated blush blanketed her entire face.
“Lizzie.” Sarah stepped toward me.
“Are they, is he—raping you?” I demanded, confusion swirling through my mind.
“Elizabeth,” Sebastian said softly.
“No, Lizzie. James would never—I mean—” Sarah looked behind her then back to me, her brow wrinkled and her lips pinched tightly.
“What’s going on here,” James Croftwill demanded again.
“I—want to buy Sarah from you. I have plenty of funds…”
“Lizzie, no, you can’t.” Sarah buttoned her gown.
“Elizabeth, I don’t think things are as you believe.” Sebastian placed his hands on my hips but remained behind me.
I swept my gaze around the room again. Sarah didn’t seem distraught. She’d been smiling when I entered, enjoying herself.
“Sarah?” I asked.
“Lizzie, I know I should have explained. I should have told you, but Henrietta was always listening, and I couldn’t chance her overhearing.”
“Overhearing what?” I narrowed my gaze on James.
“James and I, and his wife, well, we, we have an arrangement of sorts.”
My attention snapped back to her. “What arrangement? He bought you, Sarah. I heard him. I heard the things he said.”
“All said in order to get William to agree to the sale.” James explained.
Understanding sank in, and my cheeks flushed.
“You’re…oh, you’re here with them…not as their slave?”
Sarah giggled. “Mr. Croftwill gave me my freedom the moment he purchased me from William. I’m here because I love him. I love her. And they love me. We—we aren’t—if people were to know—”
“I will never tell a soul,” I swore with a hard voice. How could I judge her after all of the wicked things Sebastian had done to me? All the wonderful little tortures he put me through and made me love them every time. “You’re truly happy?” I asked, grabbing hold of her arms and staring into her eyes.
Her smile gentled. “I am, Lizzie, truly.”
I sent a glare to Mr. Croftwill. “The man behind me is to be my husband. If I hear of one hair on Sarah’s head being harmed, I will not hesitate to allow him to act on her behalf.”
Jame’s gaze flicked to Sebastian. The color drained from his face, and he nodded. “I would never harm her. Or my wife,” he promised. “I have loved them both for years.”
I took in a long breath then gave a curt nod. “Very well, then. I’m sorry to have disturbed you.” I gave Sarah a squeeze. “It seems we have a lot of catching up to do. When you are free, you must come to dinner. All of you.” I softened my tone.
“I would love that.” Sarah leaned in. “You have a lot of explaining to do yourself.”
I laughed.
“Elizabeth. Let’s give them their privacy. They will call on us when they are ready.”
“I own the plantation, now, Sarah. Henrietta is gone.”
Her jaw went slack. “Yes, you have a lot of explaining to do.”
I pointed to her two lovers. “As do you.”
Sebastian grabbed hold of my arm and tugged me out of the room, shutting the door once we were in the hall. He turned a fiery stare on me.
“What?” I asked sweetly.
“Turn about and march to the carriage, my little stowaway. There’s a price on your ass, and it’s time to pay it.”
I grimaced. He wouldn’t be overly harsh, not after what we’d been through over the past months. The stress of unraveling my father’s actual estates and the truth of my fortune bought me some leeway. Though the sharp arch of his brow as we made our way to the carriage gave me pause.
Perhaps my reprieve was over.
And perhaps, just perhaps, I didn’t mind.
A sharp smack to my backside as I climbed into the carriage let me know I was right. There would be no quarter given. No mercy gifted.
But when he took the seat across from me, his wicked smile brightened up the coach.
“Home!” he called to our driver. “I have a naughty girl to turn over my knee,” he said to me with an even wider smile.
“Aye, Cap’n.” I nodded. “That you do.”
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His Wicked Ways
by S. Cinders
Prologue
England
1665
Eliza pasted on a dazzling smile for the fat Viscount. From the awkward gait, to his sloppy gestures, Eliza could see that the man was deep in his cups. A small smile played about her painted lips. Perhaps the Viscount would be even easier to fleece than she had previous imagined.
With a smile as fake as the paste diamonds hanging from her ears, Eliza attempted to help the man out of his coat. The fabric was opulent, silks and satins that were stained with perspiration. His cloak, of red satin, was being dragged behind him, the silver embroidery shimmering in the lamplight.
Upon closer inspection, Eliza could clearly see that the Viscount’s shoulders were padded, and one would have to be deaf to miss the creaking of his stomacher.
“Another drink, Milord?” Her melodious voice was soft and soothing.
As if under her spell, the fat man’s eyes drooped. “Err, yes, of course.”
Eliza made sure to lean forward just enough to show the Viscount a bit of her bosom as she poured the drugged wine into a flask. She lifted the liquid to her own lips and pretended to steal a taste.
Eliza moved forward, careful to let her negligee slip a little further down her shoulder to expose a rounded breast. True to form the Viscount’s beady little eyes narrowed on the silky flesh and his hand reached out to cup the mound.
“Such a pretty thing.” He gave her breast a rough squeeze. His florid cheeks puffed, and the Viscount stuttered, “Now that’s for me, my dear.”
Contritely, Eliza handed the Viscount the flask and waited for him to drink the poison inside.
The bawdy house might be different, and her name for the night might be new, but the game was one she had been playing for nearly ten years. It never failed to reel them in. All men were enthralled with the glitz and glamor of the nuns of Covent Garden.
They whispered about their exploits behind their newspapers and bragged about their conquests at their clubs. Eliza was no fool. She understood that men fueled their egos on being the biggest and the best. Whether they were speaking about country seats or the cock between their thighs—theirs had to be superior to all others.
Once Eliza had learned how to manipulate her quarry into believing they had experienced the night of their lives, she had no need to engage in any illicit affairs. It often didn’t even matter what truly occurred once they were enclosed with the whore of their choice.
Men thrived on the anticipation of the naughty or illicit things that could be happening but not necessarily what was. There were plenty of blokes that wished to fuck another man. Eliza had arranged such a meeting for several aristocrats. She didn’t care what kink or perversion they indulged in.
Her favorite customer wouldn’t pay her any heed whatsoever. With a grunt, they removed their boots and were snoring before she could blink. Sadly, such clients were few and far between. But it didn’t matter. Aside from such an obliging client, a drunk man was the easiest to fool of all.
The Viscount flopped back onto the bed with a thud—right on schedule. Eliza tugged off his gloves and slipped one onto her small hand. It was a little disgusting to feel the man’s sweat, but it couldn’t be helped. She wasn’t about to touch his flesh with her own, and she had no desire to soil her pair.
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