The Pirate Wench

by Melinda Barron

  "Let me go or I'll see you hung."

  Royce looked down at his crotch and then grinned at Melani.

  "I already am. You'll see that fact for yourself soon enough."

  He kissed her lips and rained kisses on her neck and shoulders. Then he pushed her breasts together and massaged them, his thumbs caressing each nipple.

  "Oh, Royce."

  He gently pinched a nipple.

  "Captain Royce.” His voice was low, deep and seductive.

  She giggled and he pinched the other nipple.

  "Say it.” The words were a playful command and Melani moaned.

  "Captain Royce."

  For a reward, Royce took a nipple into his mouth and suckled her gently, running his tongue around the sensitive nub until Melani cried out in pleasure. Then he moved his mouth to the other nipple and did the same.

  "You're so beautiful.” He twirled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and Melani sighed.

  Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to be tied to a bed in a pirate ship, a handsome swashbuckler lavished her breasts with licks and kisses while telling her how beautiful she was.

  She bucked under his attentions, and then laughed when he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

  "Don't tease me,” she said. “Take me, Captain Royce."

  "Take you how, my little captive?"

  "You know."

  Royce looked down. He ran his hands up her thighs, stopping just short of the aching spot between her legs, then sliding back down. When he pushed his hands up again, he brought material with them, gathering her skirts and petticoats above her hips and gently tracing his fingers over her satiny panties before removing them.

  "Take you here, wench?” His fingers dipped into her damp curls and Melani struggled against her bonds.

  "Yes, Captain Royce, take me there."

  "As you wish, my sweet little virgin.” He leered at her.

  He gently pushed her folds apart, lowered his head and took her clit into his mouth, sucking hard.

  Melani bucked her hips against his face as he darted his tongue around her sensitive core, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. Her orgasm built and threatened to break free. As if sensing it, Royce took her clit between his teeth and bit gently. The sweet pain pushed her over the edge and Melani came, her hips shooting off the bed. She begged him for more as he continued to suck on her clit. She pulled against her bonds and heard his laughter as he broke contact, and then ran his tongue around her aching nub.

  "That's not what I meant.” Melani was panting, her breath coming in uneven gasps as she felt another firestorm build in her womb.

  "No? You didn't want me to suck your little clit? Since you didn't say, ‘Fuck me, Captain Royce.’ I figured you wanted a little more play, first."

  "I've never said those words to a man, and I don't think ... Royce, please!"

  Royce sat back on his knees. One hand gently worked her clit while the other parted her folds. He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and she moaned.

  "Please what? If you want it, you're going to have to ask for it. I want to be the first man to hear you say those words."

  His fingers increased their pressure and Melani could feel the need building higher. She was going to peak again, something she'd never done before.

  Royce rolled her clit between his fingers, leaned over and ran his tongue over the enslaved flesh, and Melani came again, her hips shooting off the bed as she did exactly what he wanted. She begged him.

  "Fuck me, Royce, fuck me! Take me! I want your cock. Now!"

  Royce lay down on top of her and kissed her. She could taste her own juices and she relished the feel of his tongue in her mouth.

  "Anything you say, wench."

  He stood and quickly removed his clothing, grabbing a foil packet from his pocket. Melani's eyes widened as he sheathed himself in a condom. He was huge. Long and thick.

  When he was above her again their gazes locked.

  "I want my hands.” Her words were low and Royce shook his head.

  "You can play later. Right now I take my wench my way, remember?"

  She felt the tip of him probing for entrance and a soft cry escaped her lips.

  "More.” She closed her eyes and relished the feel of him inside her.

  "Now, now. Don't be so impatient. You're a virgin, remember? We have to go slowly."

  He pulled out and then gently pushed back inside. Melani thought she would go crazy as he repeated the slow, even thrusts. She tried to buck up into him but his weight held her down.

  "Look at me.” He pushed his in cock deeper and Melani opened her eyes.

  "Tell me you're mine."

  "I'm yours, Captain Royce."

  With one hard stroke he was inside her, sheathed to the hilt. Melani gasped at the way he filled her. She wrapped her legs tighter around his hips as he slowly stroked in and out of her wetness.

  He lowered his head to her breasts and nuzzled each nipple until Melani cried out in delight. Then he brought his face up over hers and cupped her face in his hands.

  "Come with me, Melani."

  "I can't. Not again."

  "You can.” He shifted slightly, and his next thrust awakened a part of her that she didn't know existed. She moaned out his name as he thrust over and over and over again. Each push caused more heat to build and she knew that he was right. She could come again.

  His thrusts became harder and she whimpered.

  "That's it, baby. You feel so wonderful; so wet and warm and tight. Are you almost there? Are you ready?"

  Melani nodded and bit her lip as Royce thrust harder and harder, until Melani thought she couldn't stand it anymore. Then, suddenly, the dam burst.

  "Royce!” It overtook her like an avalanche, raining down pinpoints of pleasure all over her body. She giggled when Royce muttered, “Fuck yeah,” in her ear as his orgasm overtook him.

  When they were both aware of their surroundings again he kissed her gently. He freed her hands and lifted himself from the bed.

  "I'll be right back.” He left for what Melani assumed was a bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel that he used to gently wipe the engorged flesh between her legs.

  Royce threw the towel on the floor and lay down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head into his chest.

  "You OK? Did I hurt your arms?"

  "No. It was fantastic. I've never done anything like it before."

  "Well, we'll have to think of other fun things for you to try, now that you're a pirate wench.” He stroked her hair as he held her close.

  Seconds later, Melani heard his deep, even breathing and she knew that he'd fallen asleep. He may have thought himself to be “just a peon,” but to her, at this very minute, she couldn't think of a more worthy pirate king.

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  Chapter Seven

  Melani watched Royce as he slept. It was amazing how quickly she'd gone from being a “virgin” to being a wanton little wench. It had been years since she'd allowed herself to experience physical pleasure with a man, and now she wondered why.

  Royce had taken her to new heights, places she'd never been before. It made her feel so very warm and tingly. She watched his chest rise and fall in gentle rhythm and she felt stirrings of desire deep inside her. This was so unlike her. She was lying here, half naked, after being thoroughly fucked by a man she'd just met.

  The practical side of her was as disapproving as ever, telling her how awful she was, and how she'd regret going to bed with Royce. The pirate wench side of her begged for more.

  She listened to the two sides debate for a few moments.

  What happens when it's time to go home? Do you think he'll give you anymore than a kiss and a “thanks for the fuck?"

  Who cares about what happens then? I want to have more of him now.

  Yeah, but six months from now you'll be kicking yourself in the ass. What if you get pregnant? What if he's diseased?
You're an idiot.

  Geeze, he wore a condom. Plus, it's not like he's a guy I picked up in a bar. He's a friend of Ellie and Russell's.

  Yeah, but you're known him for all of what, two days? You're a whore.

  Yeah, I am. Bring it on!

  Humph. Well, when you're sitting alone in your apartment, I won't say I told you so.

  Yes you will, but I don't care.

  A smile drifted across her face. She reached out a finger and traced the outer line of his lips. He twitched, but he didn't waken. Practical side be damned. This was her one chance at being a lusty wench, and she planned on taking advantage of the situation.

  She pushed back the sheet and examined his cock. In slumber, it was still impressive. The memory of it sliding in and out of her wet pussy sent shivers of delight down her spine. She stood, pulled the sheet to the bottom of the bed and then crawled over him so that her mouth was right above his cock.

  Her tongue darted out and licked the tip. His cock moved in response and she did it again, reveling in the idea of taking him in her mouth, of feeling him deep in her throat.

  She ran her tongue around the head, dipping it into the center. She licked up and down the shaft, and smiled when she heard him moan. “Oh baby. That feels so good."

  "Does it? How does this feel?"

  The tip of his cock disappeared inside Melani's mouth and his moan turned into a loud growl.

  "Fuck, yeah. You're a naughty little wench. I thought you told me you were a virgin."

  In answer, she slid her mouth down his length and sucked him in as far as she could. Then she lifted up and tossed back her hair.

  "I lied.” She took him back in her mouth, savoring the sound of his laughter as he wove his fingers into her hair. The idea of doing something so naughty, so out of character, spurred her on.

  Melani moaned around his cock and abruptly stood up.

  "What? Baby, what's wrong?"

  "I want to take all of you. I can't do that from this position."

  "You're wicked. I thought you didn't do things like..."

  "Are you going to scoot over here, or are you going to lay there and talk?” Melani stood and put her hands on her hips. He moved closer to her and ran his hand along her thigh.

  "You nasty little thing. Take off that skirt."

  "Not yet.” A moan escaped her lips. Then she bent over and sucked him back in. Royce's caresses sent the soft material of her petticoat over her thighs and ass, spurring her on. She took him deeper, then pulled back and repeated the movement, going deeper with each thrust.

  He felt delicious in her mouth, warm and hard and throbbing. His fingers tickled her curls and Melani's pussy tingled.

  "Take it off, Red. I want you naked."

  She didn't hesitate, sending the material sliding to the floor and going back to her task, loving the feel of him in her mouth.

  "Spread your legs for me, baby."

  She complied immediately and moaned when his fingers dipped into her wetness. He sought her clit as she continued her up and down dance.

  Finally, when she thought she'd adjusted to his size, she relaxed her throat muscles and pulled him fully inside her mouth. She sucked with her throat, fighting the reflex to push him out, and loving the feel of his hardness as he pulsed inside her. She'd only done this a few times before, and she'd forgotten how much she loved it.

  Royce's fingers slipped inside her, pumping her harder and harder as she sucked. She could tell he was close. His loud moans and groans filled the room and gave her a powerful feeling she'd never had before. She'd never, ever allowed Charles to come in her mouth, but she wanted Royce to.

  She wanted to taste him, to feel his essence slide down her throat. When he bucked his hips up gently, she moved her fingers from his thigh and gently cupped his balls, sending him over the edge.

  "Fuck!” Royce bucked harder and she felt him erupt in her mouth as she sucked as if her life depended on it, loving the feeling of doing something so nasty, so out of character for her.

  When she released him from her mouth she licked the tip, threw her head back and gave a cry of delight. She'd done it, and it was exhilarating.

  Royce pulled her across him onto the bed. He covered her body with his and slipped his fingers back inside her, pumping her hard. His thumb found her clit and he nibbled on her earlobe.

  "You like that, baby? Tell me you like it."

  "I like it, Royce. So good."

  "I wanna know every inch of you, every dimple, every curve, and every spot that makes you tingle."

  Melani nodded. His fingers were making it hard to concentrate on conversation. She could still taste him in her mouth; taste the salty maleness of him.

  "I want you to come for me, Melani. I want to watch your face, see the pleasure seep into your bones."

  "Royce, I..."

  "Here or here? Which is better?” He moved his finger around on her clit as Melani rolled her head from side to side.

  "Tell me, tell me where. Here? Here?"

  "I, I., oh THERE!” Melani's hips shot off the bed. Royce captured her head in the crook of his arm and she could feel his eyes on her as he continued to stroke her with his talented fingers.

  When she returned to Earth, he kissed her softly. Then he settled down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

  "You've never let a man come in your mouth before, have you?"

  "Was it that bad?” She looked up into his face.

  "No, it was that good. Thank you."

  He kissed her again and she snuggled deeper into his arms. Practical Melani had become a wild woman. And she'd loved every minute of it.

  * * * *

  "I'll have her home in a little while, Dad."

  Royce's annoyed words floated to her from somewhere outside the room. Melani rolled over and stretched. Her body was sore, from her arms to that sweet spot between her legs that hadn't been used in so long, and never so deliciously.

  She hugged herself as she remembered Royce's erotic touch. She loved the way he'd caressed her breasts, and sucked her clit into his mouth. She'd loved the way he'd felt in her mouth.

  Then, abruptly, she slapped herself upside the head. What was she doing? She'd gone to bed with a man she'd known less than two days.

  Panic set in as she wondered what Royce must think about her. He would think she was like all the women he'd probably bedded in his life. Use them once and throw them over the side.

  She peered at the windows and was mortified to see daylight drifting in through the sheers. A quick glance around a room located a clock that read seven forty-two. She'd spent the whole night in his arms. What would Ellie think? What would park employees think when they saw her leaving his boat in the same clothing she'd been wearing the day before?

  Crap. She should have listened to her practical side the night before and told him that sex was out of the question until she knew him better.

  She scrambled off the bed to search for her clothes, and came up empty handed. Where had she put them? She'd been standing next to the bed when she'd wiggled out of them while deep-throating “Captain Royce."

  Oh. My. God.

  She'd deep-throated him. She'd swallowed his cum. Lord, had he put some sort of pirate spell on her? She searched around the bed and found nothing. She'd just bent down to search under the bed when a low, husky laugh hit her ear.

  "God, that's a gorgeous sight. If you wanted me to take you from behind, all you have to do was ask."

  Melani stood quickly and pulled the sheet in front of her naked body. “I was just looking for my clothes."

  Royce stood in the doorway with a box in his hands.

  "I hid them."

  "Excuse me?"

  He crossed to the bed, set the box down and grinned.

  "I went to get food. I was afraid you'd wake up and leave before I got back, so I hid your clothes. I brought breakfast. Bagels, cream cheese and some orange juice. I have coffee brewing in the galley."

  "It sounds deliciou
s, it's just that..."

  "I know. Practical Melani is panicked that she slept with a man she just met."

  "How did you know that?"

  "The look on your face. Here, I'll even the playing field for you.” He took off his clothes and Melani couldn't help but stare. Even flaccid, his cock was magnificent.

  "Let's have a little mattress picnic, shall we?"

  "Who were you talking to earlier?"

  "Russell. He said Ellie was panicked that I'd kept you out all night. I told him I'd drained you of all energy and that you were passed out from pleasure."

  Melani blushed and Royce threw back his head and laughed.

  "Red, you blush more than any one person I've ever met. Come on, I'm hungry."

  He sat down in the middle of the bed, cross-legged with his back propped against the footboard.

  Melani let her eyes wander across the room again. Not finding her clothing, she sat down and tucked the sheet around herself.

  "Are you sure you're the same woman I made love to last night?” The humor in his voice was evident and Melani grinned.

  "I'm sure. I just, well, in the daylight, I, um...” Crap. She sounded like a kid apologizing to her parents for breaking curfew.

  "Take the sheet off, Melani.” His voice was deep and commanding. “Show me the woman you were last night."

  Melani blushed at the memories of their lovemaking, how she'd done things with him that she'd never done before. Better than the memories, though, was the prospect of doing even more wicked things with him.

  To hell with her by-the-book attitude. For this week she was going to be a pirate wench. She fixed him with a wanton gaze, then let the sheet drop past her breasts, pooling around her waist, hips and legs.

  She enjoyed his sharp intake of breath, its meaning evident.

  Royce slathered a bagel with cream cheese and passed it to her. After she'd palmed it, she dipped her finger into the cheese and traced the inner edge of the bagel, coating it liberally before poking her finger into the middle and wiggling it around.

  She pulled it out and stuck her finger into her mouth.

  "There's my girl,” Royce said softly. He took a bite of his own bagel, and then cleared his throat.

  "How about a midnight sail tonight? Just you, me and the water."