Then he leaned back, almost pulling out and ordered her, “Suck the head. Lick the underside.”
She followed his directions, taking him in slowly, then swallowing him deeper. He was impressed that she did everything he asked of her, putting in great effort.
He took her hand and placed it on his balls. “Play with these.”
“How? What should I do?”
“Roll them around in your hands. Put them in your mouth.”
She parted her lips and took one into her mouth while fondling the other. He relaxed as the pleasure rippled down into his toes. It amazed him that she was new at this; the girl was a natural. Watching the top of her head, her mouth working on him feverishly, he was overcome with the joy that could be felt only by dominating a woman.
He patted her on the head. “Good girl.”
She sputtered a giggly, happy sound. Aha! She responded to being praised. Knowing what aroused her would help him love her better.
He traced her cheek with his hand and put his cock back in her mouth. Grabbing bits of her hair from both sides of her head, he fucked her face, using her locks as reigns, pulling her towards him. As he used more force, she garbled something that sounded like a protest.
“Would you like me to stop?” he challenged her.
She shook her head, but he ceased and withdrew his cock from her mouth. When he did, she wiped a string of saliva from her determined-looking face.
He pulled her to her feet and embraced her. “You did a good job.”
“Really?”
“Of course.” He bent to kiss her deeply, his tongue invading her already ravaged mouth. She followed his lead and explored his mouth with her own.
“Come with me.” He took her by the hand and guided her under the curtain of water. The forceful turret pummeled and pricked their heads and shoulders as they passed under it. On the other side, he revealed the secret grotto behind the waterfall. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around, taking in the beauty of the wet rock hideaway.
“Here,” he said pointing to a smooth slab of the cavern floor. “Lie down here.”
She dropped to the floor, holding her hand out to him as she reclined. “It’s incredible. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
He joined her on the ground. Covering her with soft kisses, he said, “This is only the beginning.”
She trembled underneath him.
“I will be gentle,” he reassured her.
Caressing her breast with his hand, he kissed her behind the ear. His lips travelled down her neck to that delightful nipple that perked up, begging for his attention. He heard her moan as he flicked his tongue across it.
“Good girl. Now lie back and let me take care of you.”
She nodded and closed her eyes.
He found a clump of soft, green moss to act as a cushion underneath her head. “Spread your legs for me.”
Shyly, she opened them slightly.
“No!” he reprimanded. “Wider.”
She opened them a few inches more.
Placing his hands on her thighs, he stretched her legs as far as they could go. “That is what I mean.”
She whimpered, “Sorry.”
He slapped the inside of her left thigh.
“Oww!” she whined, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Do as I say, little girl, or you will earn another spanking.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now lie back.”
She complied and he massaged the place on her thigh he’d smacked.
Adjusting his position, he settled between her splayed thighs and touched his tongue to her lower lips, tracing them with the tip, sucking the tender folds into his mouth, circling around, then sliding languorously from her entrance, up her center, to her sensitive little nub. Sucking the tiny button into his mouth, he brushed his tongue over it, eliciting a delighted jerk of her hips.
“Gaston!” she cried wantonly, throwing her head to the side.
“I thought you were going to call me Master,” he snickered.
“Master,” she corrected herself.
The flush of her cheeks, the sparkle of her eyes, the swell of her bosom—they all aroused him. She was stunningly beautiful in that fever-filled state.
To prepare her inexperienced cunt, he inserted a finger inside her. Her hips lifted in response, and she bit down on that flaming red lip of hers, her reaction telling him she welcomed the intrusion. Her juices ran down his hand as he worked another one into her eager pussy.
She wriggled underneath him. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” he asked, pretending he didn’t know.
“Please take me.”
Covering her body with his, he positioned his cock just outside her entrance, his hips pressed against her so that the head massaged her clit.
Then he entered her at last, and her body froze underneath him.
“Are you all right?” he asked, sweeping a lock of hair from her face.
She nodded, biting her lip harder.
“I will go slowly. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She nodded again.
He eased out, then thrust again. Damn if her pussy wasn’t tight. No wonder she felt some discomfort. He hoped she could relax and allow him to fill her.
Gently, he took her and watched as the frown on her face transformed into a mask of desire. She was at her most beautiful now, with her eyes half-closed and her lips parted in passion. The glorious woman beneath him was giving up her most precious gift to him. The thought unleashed the ardor he was feeling, and he drove into her with more force.
She squealed and tugged at his hair. “Yes, Master! Please Master!”
He persisted, intent on bringing her to orgasm before taking his own pleasure. Wrapping her arms around him, she gripped him tightly and lifted her hips to meet his. She ground against him with an intensity that he was not accustomed to.
It thrilled him that she was enjoying their coupling to such a degree. Her desire fueled his own and he kissed her hard, taking her mouth as he had her pussy. His tongue thrust into her, matching his cock thrust for thrust. With one hand he reached down and pinched her nipple, making her squirm in ecstasy.
Then he lifted her ankles around his neck and grabbed onto her ass cheeks so that he might penetrate her deeper. Beginning with long strokes, he eased his cock in and out of her smoldering channel, increasing the pace until he felt like a runaway train coursing down the tracks.
Her head began to sway from side to side in lust’s stranglehold, her eyes open but not seeing. Finally, a lusty moan escaped her lips as her climax overtook her body and she lay trembling underneath him.
As she came, the walls of her cunt clenched around his cock, and he felt as if he’d like to die fucking this woman, the sensation was so incredibly divine. When her quivering subsided, she collapsed, a look of surrendered bliss on her lovely face. His balls tightened, the build-up almost too exquisite to bear, and he thrust a few more times before spilling his seed inside her. The rush he felt coming inside her was one he’d forgotten, and he wondered if he’d ever had sex so good before.
Breathing heavily, he curled her into his arms and stroked her hair. “How did you find that, my dear?” He knew she had climaxed, and she had no other sexual experience for comparison, yet he anticipated her response. This struck him as odd, seeing he’d never much cared before about his partner’s experience.
“It hurt somewhat at the beginning. Burned. Sort of like you shoved your sword inside me. But then it got better.” Her eyes gleamed. “I enjoyed the last part a great deal. I should like to do it again.”
Her enthusiasm filled him with joy. None of the women he’d been intimate with in the past had shown their zeal for coupling. His wife had endured it, and most of the prostitutes he’d been with seemed bored by the act.
Snug in each other’s arms, they listened drowsily to the sound of the rushing water outside. Just before he drifted off to sleep, Gaston realized Freder
ica had indelibly stamped a place for herself onto his soul.
Chapter Twelve
Gaston had planned for them to camp on the beach, but instead they slept in each other’s arms under the shelter of the grotto. The next morning, delicate streams of sunlight pierced the gaps in the curtain of water and awakened Frederica.
She stretched her arms, then fell back against Gaston. He rubbed his eye, and she smiled at him. As a girl, she’d never dreamed she’d fall for a pirate, especially a pirate with one eye. And while she wished he hadn’t lost the eye, she did not pity him. He was much too self-assured a man to pity.
Gaston held her close for a moment, then kissed her on the head before climbing to his feet and offering her a hand. She took it and stood up, and then they dashed through the wall of water and into the pool. After a quick swim, they donned the clothes they’d discarded so quickly the previous afternoon.
“I’m famished. How about you?” Gaston asked.
“Ravenous,” she agreed.
“Let’s make our way back towards the beach, and I’ll try to catch us some fish for breakfast.” He entwined his fingers with hers and they trudged along the path towards the beach.
They had yet to discuss the evening before—her deflowering, as it were. She wished she had a woman friend to speak with about it. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks and her pussy tingled when she relived the experience in her mind.
Along the way Gaston picked up some more coconuts, and before she knew it, they were back at the beach. About forty feet from the jungle, Gaston dropped everything on the sand and asked her to fetch the kindling she’d gathered the previous day.
When she returned with her second armload, she found him bent over the mound of twigs and husks with a round glass object. “What is that?”
“What’s left of a monocle,” he responded, not looking up, his attention trained on the glass, slanting it in one direction, then tilting it slightly.
“Where did it come from? And what are you doing?”
“My pocket. Always keep it with me. I’m building a fire.” A hint of smoke rose from a spot of the husks, and he breathed life into the fragile fire with a whoosh of air from his lips. Gradually, he added more kindling until flames danced up about half a foot. At that point he began to add some of the larger pieces he’d retrieved from the jungle. Handing her a long stick, he asked her if she would tend the fire while he fished.
“I will, but might I get a kiss first?” It was a bold move asking for his affection, but he’d awakened this brazen woman inside of her. Let him be the recipient of this new, shameless desire she experienced.
He responded with a kiss that made her knees wobble. “Pull up your skirts for me.”
She froze.
“Go ahead, girl. Do as I say.” His lip curled into a snarl.
Primly, she lifted her hem to her knees.
“Higher.” She didn’t miss the warning in his voice, recalling the spanking he’d subjected her to on the ship, and she hiked them up to her waist.
He positioned himself behind her and walked his fingers down her bush until he found the sweet spot between her legs. Fondling her clit, he nibbled her earlobe, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her lips.
“While I’m gone, I want you to play with your little cunt,” he growled into her ear.
She gasped, her spine stiffening.
“Fuck it with your hand. Explore the inside walls. Stroke that clit, roll it between your fingers. Find out what gives you pleasure, my dear. Get to know that delightful body of yours.”
Frederica felt her face turn crimson. She’d fiddled with that part of herself on occasion before, but she’d never shared such acts with anyone, and it embarrassed her to discuss such matters aloud.
He released her with a wink. “Do it, girl. If you disobey me, I’ll know.” With that he disappeared into the waves.
She sat down hard on the sand and slumped forward. The bastard had aroused her and left her panting like a dog in season. Yet, he’d given her a task. A task that, now in her lust-filled state, didn’t seem as terrible as it had a few moments ago.
Gaston waded out among the waves, intent on catching their breakfast. He had not glanced back at her since he left. Her sex throbbed with yearning. He wasn’t watching. She had no reason to be ashamed, or at least, she tried to convince herself of this.
And there was the issue of him commanding her to do it. She pondered what he would do if she did not comply. That wretched spanking flooded her consciousness. She wasn’t sure how he would know, but she believed him when he said he would.
With his pleasure in mind, she leaned back and trailed her hand under her skirt, keeping an eye on Gaston. In the distance, she could still make out the outline of his muscular frame. Thinking of what he had done to her the day before, she unfurled her fingers and began playing with her pussy. Starting with long strokes, she tried several techniques Gaston had suggested. In no time her hand was wet with her juices.
Inserting a finger, her sore little channel complained at first, but with further stimulation, the intrusion felt good. She scooted closer to the palm trees and rested her back on one. Then she traced her southernmost lips, teasing her tender bud, drawing circles around it, sending her arousal into the stratosphere.
Shutting her eyes, she pictured Gaston’s face—his devilish grin, sexy eye-patch, and dashing dreadlocks. Sounds from last night’s tryst replaying in her ear, she threw her head back and rubbed herself into a delicious, trembling orgasm.
When she came back to earth, she half-opened her eyes and took in the beauty of the waves crashing against the shore. A sultry breeze rolled in from the ocean and she giggled softly, hugging her knees to her chest. Her body had become a source of infinite joy, and she had Gaston to thank for that. He made her giddy as a child with a new puppy. Only she wasn’t a child anymore, and these were definitely adult pleasures.
As difficult as it was for her to believe, she was the happiest she’d ever been, here, marooned on this island. A week ago she’d been Humphrey’s captive. But now, for the first time since the Adelaide had been attacked, she had something to look forward to and hope for the future. With any luck, her future would include melting into the arms of the dashing pirate who’d rescued her.
Gaston slogged towards her through the deep sand. His net appeared heavier, hopefully because there was something in it. He looked incredibly dashing, dripping wet and working hard to provide for them. From the rise and fall of his sculpted chest, she could see that he was breathing hard. A quiver of desire passed over her and she felt her nipples grow hard. She could not get enough of him. Setting her fantasies aside, she stood up and met him at the fire.
“Falling down on your job, eh?” he asked.
“You gave me two jobs,” she said saucily.
He sighed. “Right you are.” When he set the net on the sand, three hand-sized fish flopped around inside the tangle of rope.
Turning his attention to her, he asked, “What hand do you write with?”
“I always preferred my left, but my governess insisted I use my right, so I’m rather good with both.”
Taking her left hand, he sucked her fingers into his mouth, lolling his tongue around them, tasting her juices.
Her stomach fluttered and she felt unsteady on her feet. Oh, that he would take her right here on this bed of sand…
“Good girl. If you do as I ask, Frederica, you will be rewarded.” He kissed the top of her hand and let it go, then picked up one of the fish and proceeded to clean it.
“And if I don’t?” Her tone was light.
“There will be consequences.” He didn’t look up from the fish he was deboning.
“What sort of consequences?” she pushed.
He sighed. “Freddie, there can only be one leader here. That is me. I will make the decisions, and that is that.”
“But I don’t understand. You said you would free me…”
He stared at her hard. “If that is w
hat you wish, so be it,” he said and went back to work.
“No, it’s not that.” She fumbled for the words. “I guess I thought… Never mind. I’m sorry.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she plopped back onto the sand. Just when she thought they were of like minds. But she was no expert on relationships between men and women. She’d barely even flirted with boys in the past.
When her mother had been alive, she and her father seemed happy. Actually, more like contented. Frederica couldn’t imagine them enjoying the kind of passion she experienced with Gaston. Her parents were way too proper to have engaged in the sex act with as much abandon as Gaston had shown her.
She shook her head. Her mother did defer to her father most of the time, but Frederica was more independent than her mother had been. But it seemed that if she wanted her affair with Gaston to continue, she would have to play by his rules. She watched him, squatting over the fish with his back to her, giving her a prime view of his perfectly rounded buttocks straining against his britches.
Perhaps she could give it a try.
Chapter Thirteen
Flames licked the air, roasting the fish Gaston had caught. With a few coconuts, the fish made for a good breakfast, enough to almost make them forget they had barely eaten for the past several days.
When they finished eating, Gaston announced they needed to build a shelter. He asked Frederica to gather as many palm fronds as she could find. The smaller ones could be used for the fire, and the larger ones could be used to make the shelter.
Far out at sea, the sky looked ominous, as if a storm were brewing. It might pass them by, or they might be in for a deluge. Liking the idea of a dry cover, she headed into the jungle to fetch the materials they would need.
“And if you see any string or rope, bring that,” Gaston called.
“Alright.”
She spent the morning bringing palm fronds and any large sticks she found back to the beach. Stopping to take a break, she saw Gaston hauling a large tree branch out of the woods. The muscles in his back flexed as he worked. He was intently focused on the job at hand and didn’t seem to notice her watching him.
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