Cautiously she maneuvered forward and placed her lips on his cock. She ran her tongue around the tip and basked in Juan’s reaction--his hard stomach tensed and he took several shallow breaths. She smiled up at him and then engulfed as much of him as she could fit in her mouth. She licked and teased and repeatedly slid his cock in and out. Juan grasped her head tightly, entwining his fingers through her hair, savoring watching her mouth on his cock.
Juan was almost at his release when she abruptly stopped and pulled back. “I’m bored,” she pouted playfully. Juan’s eyes were ravenous, “Zorra rencorosa!” he growled in his native tongue.
“Whatever does that mean?” she asked innocently.
“It means ‘you spiteful vixen!’--don’t start anything you don’t intend to finish,” he snarled at her through a seductive grin. She smiled back at him coquettishly. Juan almost slammed her on her back as he was on top of her in an instant. “You certainly learn very quickly,” he said grabbing her hips and easing himself into her.
“I’ve always been a good student,” she replied breathlessly, as he began sliding into her a little deeper with each thrust. Their conversation halted as both were overcome with need. Juan was trying to gently enter her, but she had cupped his ass and was driving him into her. He made eye contact with her, and she nodded, giving him permission to stop holding back. At this, he thrust powerfully into her until they both cried out in rapture.
Juan took a breath, then rolled off of her and pulled her into his chest. Olivia could feel his chest echo as he quietly laughed. “Why are you laughing?” she asked, rather indignantly.
“This is only your second time? My god, woman, you are going to be the death of me,” he laughed again and kissed her forehead.
Chapter Seven
Juan had stayed with Olivia for some time after their second encounter. She talked about Barbados; he, about his ship and crew. They were merely languishing in each other’s company when there was a sound at the door, then a sharp staccato knocking.
“Aye? What is it?” Juan shouted through the door, sounding much more authoritative than Olivia had experienced.
“Captain, we’ve hit port, but there’s a problem--”
Juan had his shirt and breeches on and was out the door without even a word to Olivia. She would have spent some time being incensed about this, but the word “port” echoed through her mind. This was her chance!
She quickly grabbed her clothes and dressed. Then she crept to the door and tested the latch. Much to her delight it clicked open without hesitation. She angled the door open and peeked out, no one was in sight. She silently exited and stealthily moved through the ship under the cover of night.
Olivia avoided going any direction where there were sounds, finally making her way to the main deck. She crouched as she examined the layout and where the crew stood. Eventually, she saw her way out. There were planks of supplies being carried off the ship, if she were just able to wedge herself in one of the bundles, she could leave the ship undetected.
Olivia made her way to the pile of supplies and discretely fitted herself under the canvas tarp, making sure to tuck all of her skirts in. She waited, barely breathing until she felt the plank being hoisted in the air. The men carrying it off the ship seemed to either be drunk or not yet have their land legs, as they stumbled every other step. Olivia thought more than once that she would be tossed from the side of the plank as the items shifted sporadically.
With a thud, the plank was dropped and Olivia’s gasp of surprise was muffled by the sounds of the busy port. She waited until the noises seemed to fade away and then slowly peeked out of the corner of the canvas. She did not have a good vantage point, but still heard few sounds. Olivia decided it was now or never and she inched out from the plank. To her great relief, no one seemed to notice her. She brushed off her dress and straightened her underlayers and began to sneak away.
Little did Olivia realize that back on the main deck of the ship, Juan was watching her every movement with irritated amusement. He sighed and shook his head, grabbed his overcoat and cutlass, and then begrudgingly began making his way towards her.
Olivia tried to move quickly through the dark, bustling streets. There were pubs and brothels all along the shoreline and she needed to get away from this disreputable area. The unfortunate thing was that she had absolutely no idea where she was and was certainly not going to ask any of the unscrupulous locals. She turned at the corner of an especially rowdy pub and headed down a street towards what she hoped was a more respectable part of town.
Olivia had only taken a few steps down the cobbled street when she heard footsteps following closely behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention and she quickened her pace.
“Ah, don’t be like that, miss,” slurred a lecherous voice. She turned around to see a haggard man running his tongue over his brown, rotten teeth. “Why are you trying to hurry off? I just want to get to know you,” he said with dark intentions.
Olivia tried to take another step forward and the man grabbed her arm and backed her against a building wall. She tried to act braver than she felt, “My husband will be returning any moment, he just went into the pub to greet an acquaintance.”
“Uh huh,” he said, running his filthy hand down her cheek. Olivia let out an involuntary whimper as his other hand began to wander over her chest.
“Step away from...my wife,” Juan said in a menacingly deep voice emphasizing the last word.
The man squinted in Juan’s direction and then immediately backed away, “Oh, Corazón Oscuro! I didn’t know you were in town,” he looked shocked. “...And married? My congratulations on your nuptials.” The man continued to back away and then bobbed his head and quickly left the alley.
Olivia breathed a deep sigh of relief, her hand on her chest, only then looking up to meet Juan’s eyes which seethed with rage. Juan took a step towards her and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. He spoke slowly and his jaw clenched with anger as he carefully placed each word, his accent dripping with fury, “What on earth was your plan this time, my dear?”
“I, um, well, I heard we were at a port city and I thought that maybe I could find a ship to take me back to Barbados and--”
“In Port Royal?” he growled at her. “The most dangerous port in the Caribbean?!” he held her tightly. “Do you know what might have happened to you if I hadn’t followed you?” he asked with more concern than anger.
Olivia looked up at him, tears beginning to well in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered the words quietly, not sure what else to say. “I was just scared and felt trapped.”
Juan responded with a grunt, still fuming at her actions. All the feelings that couldn’t quite surface came to a head and Juan kissed her hard, emptying his emotions into her. Olivia, still recovering from the anxious fear of her previous encounter, pulled away and slapped him without thinking. Juan wrenched back, incensed at her reaction. Her hand flew to her mouth in horror when she saw the look on his face. He breathed out through his nostrils trying to temper both his anger towards Olivia as well as to steady his eager cock that seemed to respond to Olivia with or without his mental agreement.
“You feel trapped, do you? Well, then you won’t mind being treated like a prisoner. You’ll need to accompany me,” he said without further explanation or emotion. He grabbed her arm and began dragging her back towards the string of pubs and brothels. Then something occurred to him and he added, “And apparently you will need to pretend to be my wife, since that’s the story that you told Felipe, and he will have told the whole port,” he murmured, tugging her along by the arm.
Olivia knew struggling against his grasp would be in vain, so she tried to keep pace with him. She would have agreed to anything as long as she had Juan’s protection. “Was Felipe the lovely man with the brown teeth that tried to compromise my virtue?” she asked, sounding more haughty than she had the right to under the circumstances.
Juan abrupt
ly rounded on her, “May I remind you you have little virtue left to compromise. And, yes, I worked on his brother’s ship many years ago,” he said, his voice sounding a little distant as he thought back to those years.
Olivia looked horrified, “Well, I’d like to keep what little virtue I have intact, husband,” she finished sarcastically. “Where are you taking me anyway?” she asked, still being dragged back along the wharf.
“You have the pleasure of accompanying me to a meeting about an up-coming shipment,” Juan seethed at her. “So be still, be silent, and smile,” he finished shooting her a handsome grin through his clenched teeth. “In here,” he said, unhanding her left arm and placing her hand through his elbow. When he noticed her naked ring finger he grabbed the gold band off his pinky finger and thrust it onto her tiny digit without fanfare, “Here.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have--it’s stunning,” she said mockingly. The ring was a little loose, but would suffice for the time being.
He simply rolled his eyes and sighed, holding the door open for her, “Here, darling,” put more emphasis on the word than necessary. She glared at him as she sashayed through the door, but was instantly put in her place when she observed the clientele of the establishment.
They walked to a back room and she shrank back and grasped Juan’s strong arm for dear life. She knew that without him she would not be able to traverse this situation. Suddenly, she was very appreciative that he was with her. Olivia had thought she had seen disreputable people before--but nothing could have prepared her for the debauchery displayed before her eyes.
Out in the open of the back room couples were engaged in various stages of undress and intimacy. To her left, Olivia was shocked to see a man taking a woman from behind, grunting and heaving his filthy body into her. To her right, a woman was on her knees in front of a man’s exposed cock. A woman caught Juan’s eye and smiled, moving towards him like he was her prey. “Need a third?” she purred with a husky voice, moving her eyes slowly up and down both Juan and Olivia. Olivia held Juan tighter and the woman crooked a half-smile.
Juan smirked back at the woman, “Sorry, it’s my wedding night.” He moved Olivia’s hand in an exaggerated motion to his mouth making her ring catch the light. Juan kissed Olivia’s hand suggestively and looked lovingly in her eyes.
“Too bad. Well, if she’s a disappointment or you’d like someone who knows what she’s doing...you know where to find me,” the woman said, and looked lasciviously over her shoulder and strutted to the next man.
Juan glanced down at Olivia and laughed to himself to see the terrified, but jealous look in her eyes. He was certainly going to have fun with her after this meeting. The possibilities were endless in punishing her for trying to escape...again.
He led her through the rest of the lecherousness. Olivia was grateful to not only have Juan at her side, but also to have his hand at her lower back guiding her through the crowd. They wove through several other unspeakable acts in progress on their way to a staircase. When she hesitated, Juan laughed, “What? Now, you’re worried about what you might encounter?”
She shot him a wry look, “Oh no...actually, this is extraordinarily similar to my haunts in Barbados.”
“Oh, well if that’s the case...” he said, enjoying watching her squirm, “I’ll just leave you upstairs while I discuss business,” Juan offered, letting go of her hand.
She strangled his hand with her grip, “No,” she quickly gasped, a look of fear flooding her eyes. “I’ll just stay with you.”
Juan descended first, holding her hand as she followed him into the cellar. What she expected was more of the same as upstairs, what she did not anticipate was a fully functioning cellar with several tables for cards. As she followed behind Juan she noticed that all eyes were on her. Olivia tried to smile, remembering his instructions and, for once, wanting to follow them.
A large smile spread across Juan’s face as he recognized a man across the room. He walked over to him, Olivia following close behind.
“Oscuro!” the man said loudly, greeting him with a wide smile which was missing two teeth.
“Barcos!” Juan proclaimed, as he heartily shook his hand.
Then the man’s eyes ventured over to Olivia. “And who might this lovely young woman be?”
“This is...eh, my wife,” Juan stated, “Olivia Larios,” he said, rolling the r with an additional emphasis. Olivia realized that this must be his last name and was surprised to realize that before that moment she had not known it. She smiled as Juan introduced her.
“My dear,” the man took her hand and kissed it, “it is indeed a pleasure to meet the woman that managed to tie down Corazón Oscuro!” he replied jovially.
“The pleasure is mine, Mr….” Olivia paused, waiting for his name.
“Oh, my apologies, my dear,” Juan coddled her. “This is an old friend, Asesino de Barcos.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Barcos,” Olivia said demurely. Juan proffered her a chair and she sat with a meek smile.
The two men began to quickly exchange words in Spanish and Olivia could only piece together a fraction of what was being said. It seemed to be something about intercepting a shipment and many details about the ship and the coordinates and logistics. Olivia realized that the paltry amount of Spanish she knew was not sufficient to gather enough information about the plans for the ship. She mentally shrugged and rather quickly her attention was drawn to the activity in the room.
She noticed two men becoming rather heated over a particular card play. The one was becoming more and more red in the face and the other had a vein that was nearly standing straight out of his forehead. Across the room on the other side there was a table of men who had appeared not to have spoken a word. They simply slammed their cards down and occasionally grunted.
Her eyes scanned back to Juan and his “old friend”. She had sensed a change in their conversation. They began bantering and laughing too much to be speaking of business. Olivia tried to focus on the words in order to piece together some meaning. All she could muster was something about a bedroom and a change. She was infuriated with herself that she had not applied herself to learn Spanish fluently.
Olivia was lost in trying to translate their words when Juan turned to her and said, “Are you ready, my dear?” looking at her with genuine concern for her well-being.
She smiled and nodded in return as she stood, “It was a pleasure meeting you,” Olivia cooed while Barcos kissed her hand. “It’s not often I get to meet Juan’s friends,” she said a little bashfully .
“I can see why, they would have tried to snatch you right up,” he chuckled, winking at her. She smiled weakly in return. “Congratulations again, Oscuro,” he said, handing him a key.
“Thank you,” Juan gave a quiet nod. A few moments later, Juan and Olivia ascended the stairs back to the room of depraved acts. Olivia was then surprised when Juan led her to another stairway, rather than out the door to the street. When she looked at him questioningly, he leaned into her ear and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to spend your ‘wedding night’ on land rather than at sea?”
She shook her head slightly, a little anxious to leave this establishment. “I would rather go back to the ship,” she said quietly.
“Well, as my captive, you don’t really get to make that decision,” Juan said with a cocky grin. He led her to the fourth room on the left where he used the skeleton key Barcos had given him. He opened the door and shoved her in unceremoniously, “On the bed,” he said sternly nodding towards the spacious four-poster.
Olivia started to object, then saw the look in Juan’s eyes and thought better of it. She nodded meekly and sat on the bed. He sat next to her, anger still radiating from his smoldering dark brown eyes. “There needs to be witnesses to our nuptials, if people believe you are truly my wife they will leave you alone. No one can know who you really are. You are valuable to these men--you would mean a handsome sum of money. You’re now Olivia Larios, my wife. I
can protect you. But, I cannot guarantee your safety if you do not cooperate,” his charcoal-rimmed eyes looked deeply into hers, “Do you understand?”
Olivia nodded, her dark sapphire eyes blinking back tears.
“I will not mistreat you, I cannot say the same for my comrades,” he smiled weakly.
“I’m sorry I ran. I really don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up.” With that, Olivia was overcome with emotion: homesickness, regret, relief that Juan had gotten to her in time...all at once her eyes welled and she sobbed into Juan’s safe, broad chest. He let her cry for a few minutes and did not say a word, just held her tightly.
After the cathartic release, she felt much better. She stopped sniffling and looked up at him with yearning. She was just so relieved that Juan had come after her. She knew that what she was doing--giving her body over to a pirate under clandestine conditions, was sinful at best. But her heart would not stop drawing her toward his protective arms. Olivia had no idea what the future may hold, but she would be damned if it didn’t involve Juan.
Juan did not miss the change in her demeanor and leaned her back on the bed against the crook of his elbow, kissing her tenderly. Her soft lips moved with his and the kiss deepened until it was filled with the passion that was flowing between them. He laid her back on the bed, continuing to fervently kiss her. She greedily reached for the laces of his breeches, but stopped when he began quietly laughing. “So eager?” he asked, amused at her need.
She nibbled on her lower lip and nodded almost imperceptibly. He grinned and fought the urge to pounce on her. He was unnerved by how attracted he was to this woman. She had the perfect balance of adventure and vulnerability and wasn’t afraid of speaking her mind. He was beginning to worry that she was starting to mean more to him than she should. It was a dangerous line he was crossing; he knew it from the first time they had made love. Planning to try and ransom a woman he had defiled was unthinkable, how could he collect money for a woman he returned less than how he had received her?
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