by Cali MacKay
Needing him again she reached down and stroked his hard length, but he stopped her when she went to mount him.
“Not yet, love.”
***
Ronan ducked under the steaming hot water to rinse himself off and then stood, stepping out of the bath. Taking Molly’s hand in his, Ronan helped her step over the edge.
By the gods, he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. The water streamed over her smooth skin as her mahogany hair fell over the lush curves of her breasts, drawing his gaze down to the flair of her hips. He ached to have her, especially after so many months away, but knew that prolonging things would only heighten their coming together when he did finally take her again.
He picked up a towel and ran it over her skin to dry her off, taking extra care to rub her nipples into hard nubs, and to gently pat her still-red bottom. She moaned in response and leaned against him.
His hard cock jumped at the fresh memory of his hand stinging when it met her flesh and the way she twitched while draped over his lap. He considered himself damn lucky that she enjoyed such games, though he knew she would likely grow bored and unhappy if such contests between them ever ended. She liked to be challenged, and he loved to see her discover herself and come into her own. There was no one more perfect for him, and he couldn’t believe his luck in having her as his lover.
Of course, he’d asked Molly to marry him—practically a month into their courtship—but she had tearfully turned him down, even though he knew she truly loved him. With the laws being what they were, Molly was fully aware that what little wealth she had would become her husband’s should she marry. After her stepfather left her and her mother destitute, he knew she was leery to marry—and truth be told, he couldn’t blame her.
He’d push her to her limit in many ways, but he’d not push her into a marriage she wasn’t ready for. With time, he knew she’d eventually come around and agree to marry him. And, lucky for them, the population of Aetheria—made up primarily of pirates, criminals, whores and sea merchants—didn’t concern itself with the conventions of society, so their relations mattered not.
Tossing the towel aside, he headed for the doorway, leaving Molly to follow. Ilsa was waiting in the hall lest they need anything, but as they walked by, Ronan grabbed Ilsa by the wrist, suddenly inspired after catching Molly kissing her maid. Continuing towards the bedroom, he ignored the fact that the maid’s eyes had gone wide. Though he liked Ilsa, his interest in her had more to do with Molly, for he suspected the lasses might enjoy themselves even in his presence.
Of course he knew Molly occasionally took comfort in her maid’s arms when he was away, but he’d never seen any outward displays of affection between the two of them—until today. And it had him curious to see exactly what she got up to when he was gone.
It’d be easy enough to ask Molly not to see others and he knew she would hold true to their agreement. Yet he also knew just how lonely she got when he was away, and he had no reason to be jealous of her finding pleasure with Ilsa in his absence. Not when he was the only one with a true claim on her heart.
He led Ilsa towards the bed, but left her standing there alone as he sat in the chair by the fire. Molly and Ilsa looked at each other, clearly uncertain of what would happen next. Yet wasn’t the uncertainty part of the thrill Molly craved? For though it was clear Ilsa would likely be participating in their games, things could certainly go in many directions.
However, he’d not make Ilsa an unwilling participant. His men might think him brutal and demanding, but he’d never force a woman. “Let me make myself clear, Ilsa. Ye need not do any of this and ye need not fear retribution. And if ye change yer mind at any point, that’s fine too. So… will ye stay, lass?”
Though Ilsa was a quiet thing when around the house, she held his gaze with a boldness he hadn’t expected, and grabbed Molly’s hand. “Aye. I want to stay.”
“Very well, then.” He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, amused to see the young lass so determined. “Undress her, Molly.” It was an order rather than a request.
“Ronan, please don’t.” A furious blush painted Molly’s cheeks as she pleaded with him, clearly hoping she could change his mind, even though they both knew she’d enjoy herself.
“Molly, my love… need I ask ye twice?”
“No, m’ lord.”
***
Molly didn’t know what would follow once she got Ilsa undressed, and she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to be intimate with Ilsa as Ronan watched. Yet the very thought of it had her quim throbbing, her slit already slick.
His lips curled into a teasing smile. “Molly, my love… ye’re stalling. Are ye already in need of a reminder as to what happens when ye disobey me?”
Her paddled arse pulsed as if in response to his words. She stepped to Ilsa’s side and helped her out of the simple cotton dress she wore, so her maid now stood before them naked, trying to shield herself from Ronan’s stare with her arms.
“Ye were not alone in disobeying me, Molly, but ‘tis not I who’ll be punishing her. Sit down, and take her over your knee. Ye’re to punish her, do ye hear? And I’ll not be happy if it’s not done properly.”
Molly sat on the edge of the bed, giving Ilsa a look of apology as their eyes met. The only way to get themselves out of the situation would be for Ilsa to put an end to it. “Are you sure, Ilsa?”
Ilsa brushed Molly’s cheek with a soft touch of her slender fingers, before leaning in to give Molly a sweet, lingering kiss. “I want to do this—I want to see what it’s like.”
Then, before Molly could say anything more, Ilsa draped herself over Molly’s knee. Though Ilsa had made her decision, her body all but trembled with tension, for Molly knew she’d not been thrashed before.
Molly’s heart raced. Never had she been on this side of matters, and wasn’t sure she could manage. With one final pleading look to Ronan, Molly steeled herself for the inevitable and smacked Ilsa’s arse, the blows landing one after another, her hand stinging hot. Each slap had Ilsa whimpering, her arse twitching in the air, as if searching out the blow that would fall next. Looking at Ilsa, Molly couldn’t help but think of what she herself must look like when draped over Ronan’s knee. That thought, coupled with the knowledge that Ilsa was enjoying her punishment, made her quim tighten with need.
Not sure how long she should continue, she looked up at Ronan to find a look of humor on his face, his hand casually stroking his hard cock, the tip of it glistening jewel-like with a drop of his seed. Molly’s body clenched at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than for him to take her—to have him take both her and her maid. When he spoke, his voice was deep and breathy. “I think she’s had enough.”
Molly helped Ilsa onto the bed knowing the girl would be unsteady on her feet, but she should have known that would not be all. “Did she enjoy herself, my love? Tell me.”
Molly bit her lip, to keep from pleading with him. Though she couldn’t help but notice her body’s reaction to his presence, she still felt awkward and self-conscious to know he was watching her with Ilsa.
With her heart racing and his eyes still on her, Molly ran her hand gently up Ilsa’s thigh to her sex, and slipped a finger into find the slit dripping wet. Ilsa moaned, raising her arse while parting her legs to give Molly better access.
Molly was all too aware of Ronan’s sharp gaze, her cheeks flush with heat. “Aye, m’ lord. She did.”
“Well, love, ye were eager enough to find yerself in her arms, earlier. Now I want to see what ye get up to while I’m gone.” He still sat there, having all too good a view of what would soon happen.
Molly knew there would be no reprieve, so she did her best to do as she’d been told, fully aware that the delicious tension in her body was only heightened by Ronan’s presence. She was lightheaded, her breathing shallow as she tried to ignore her nerves and concentrate on Ilsa. Molly ran a hand up her leg, trailing kisses on her maid’s smooth skin until her lips found their way
to the back of Ilsa’s knee, before moving on to the hot red marks across her bottom.
Ilsa shifted onto her side and pulled Molly up, kissing her without a moment’s hesitation, Ilsa’s lips soft and sweet. If her maid had been timid or scared at the start of things, she was no more—and it thrilled Molly to see her maid so confident and sure, especially in Ronan’s presence.
Deepening her kiss, Ilsa gently pushed Molly onto her back and shifted on top of her, parting Molly’s knees with her own. Ilsa’s hips pressed against hers, her own hips thrusting in response as her throbbing sex rubbed against her maid’s, hoping for some release. Knowing how to please Molly, Ilsa nipped and kissed her way to erect nipples, biting and suckling them, so Molly felt the tug in her quim.
Nestling herself between Molly’s legs, Ilsa continued her exploration, parting Molly’s outer lips with her tongue to find the hot sex within. Ilsa lapped at the hard nub with long firm strokes as her fingers dipped in just enough to tease. Unable to help herself, Molly’s hips shifted in search of more, her hands knotted in Ilsa’s long blonde hair.
Molly was dripping wet, her sex throbbing, when Ilsa finally showed her some mercy. Nipping and sucking her swollen bud, Ilsa slipped three slender fingers deep inside, curling and stretching them, so Molly’s torment was complete. She felt the energy build within her and knew she could take little more.
Her eyes finally drifted to Ronan, his gaze fervid as he watched, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with long, steady pulls. Then, just as her release was within reach, he said, “That’ll be enough, Ilsa. If ye’d be so good as to straddle yer lady, I’m sure she’d love to oblige ye in turn.”
Molly nearly cried out in desperation as her cunt throbbed, soaking wet with her consuming need. Ilsa ran a hand down Molly’s cheek, before brushing her fingers across Molly’s lips, the smell and taste of her juices on Ilsa’s fingers. Their eyes met and Ilsa got herself in position, a knee on either side of Molly’s head.
Molly reached up and pulled her maid down, unable to resist her musky sweet scent, parting her maid’s slick folds with her tongue, before sucking and nipping her swollen nub. Her hand wandered up to pinch and squeeze Ilsa’s nipples erect, and when Ilsa returned the favor, Molly couldn’t hold back a moan.
Still frantic for some release from Ilsa’s earlier attentions, it was all Molly could do to keep her hips from writhing, as her mouth hungrily latched onto Ilsa’s sex and Molly thrust her tongue deep into the wet slit. Bringing her free hand around to grab Ilsa’s arse, Molly pulled her in even closer so she could thrust her fingers into Ilsa’s sex from behind with slow strokes while she sucked on Ilsa’s clit.
Ilsa pressed down in her need, and Molly knew the lass was close to her release. Molly slipped her slick finger up Ilsa’s arse, pushing her over the edge, as her maid quaked and trembled above her.
Ilsa shifted to Molly’s side, covering her mouth with a quick kiss, when Molly felt a roughened hand on her thigh, Ronan now between her legs as he moved towards her. “Ye’re free to go now, Ilsa—or stay, if ye prefer. The decision is yers.”
Ilsa’s gaze drifted to Molly in question for a moment, but then her decision was made. She gave Molly a quick kiss and then slipped out of the room—not surprising, really, since their games could easily turn towards the more adventurous with Ronan joining them.
Turning her attention back to Ronan, Molly’s legs parted, her hips already thrusting towards him in her desperation, hoping for some release since he’d not allowed it with Ilsa.
He let out a little laugh, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “Sweet Molly, what is it ye want?”
He shifted on top of her, but kept his hard cock just a breath away from her aching cunt, the head of his shaft teasingly close as it brushed against her in a whisper of a touch. By now, she was well past begging for release, barely able to get the words out. “Please… Ronan.”
His lips curled in a smile. “Aye, I suppose ye’ve suffered enough, lass.” He plunged into her, burying himself in her slick sex, making every nerve in her body jump. Her hips met his, and it took only a few more strokes before her body tightened around his hard cock. A wave of pleasure crashed over her and he met her release with his own, their coupling complete.
Wrapped in his strong arms, he cradled her to him, his breathing heavy when he spoke. “I love ye, Molly. With all my heart. Ye know that, aye?”
“Aye, love.” But there was something in his voice that pulled her out of her blissful contentment and sent a shard of worry straight to her pounding heart. “Ronan… what is it?”
“Dinna fash, lass. We’ll discuss it before long.”
***
End of Part One
Read ahead for a sample of Part Two- Her New Lover
The Pirate and the Feisty Maid
Part Two- Her New Lover
Chapter One
“But you only just got back.” Molly couldn’t believe Ronan would be leaving her again, his words like a punch to the gut. In just a week’s time, he’d be returning to sea, despite having just returned home after a six-month absence. Her temper sparked, and she made no move to hide it—nor could she hide the tears that shimmered and stung her eyes as she struggled to hold them back.
“Molly, ye ken I’d not be going if I didn’t need to, but we’re far enough into the season that I’ve no choice if I’m to make the voyage there before the weather turns.” He took another pull from his ale when the full meaning of his words hit her.
“So you don’t mean to return until next season?” This time, his words were like a knife to the heart. She was numb with disbelief, not wanting to believe what he was saying.
“It’ll be too dangerous to try and return. I’ll winter in the Indies before heading back. But this opportunity willna present itself again. I’d not leave ye otherwise.”
His blue eyes held hers, so she found herself unable to look away. “Then take me with you. Please, don’t leave me here, Ronan. I cannot manage without you for such a length of time when I’ll barely have ye back a week before you depart once more. And you promised me—you promised to not ever leave me longer than a single season.”
He’d given her his word—as long as they were together, he’d promised to love her and keep her safe. He’d promised to never leave her longer than a season, vowing to always return to her for the winter, fully aware of the difficulties she’d had as a child, after losing her father to the sea.
Having grown up around sailors and pirates all her life, she refused to be just another abandoned woman, never seeing her man and waiting months or years for his return—if he ever did make it back. Women and children left to fend for themselves any way they were able. Well, she’d not join their ranks—especially not after she’d so narrowly escaped that fate.
“Och, love. Do ye not think I’d rather be here with ye? And I ken that I gave ye my word, but I must go, and ‘tis too dangerous for ye to come along. Besides, ye’ll have Ilsa to keep ye company while I’m away.”
She pounded her fist on the table, her fork jumping off her plate with a clatter, absolutely furious with him—and hurt. How could he do this to her, especially when he knew how she worried about him? Especially when he’d given her his word?
Ronan had only just returned to her, and now he’d be leaving her behind to worry once again. Not counting the few days they’d have together before his departure, he’d be gone a year and a quarter once all was said and done—far more than the season he’d promised.
She couldn’t bear it, and her fear and anger got the best of her. “I curse the day I laid eyes on you, Ronan.”
She pushed her chair back and headed for the door, but he was out of his seat and at her side, pulling her into his embrace before she could make her escape. She struggled to get free, but her efforts were futile, his strong arm around her waist like a vise, the nearness of him too much, upset as she was.
“Sweet Molly, ye ken ye dinna mean that.” She was not fooled by th
e sweetness in his voice, for they both knew she was being bold. Yet with her temper up, she didn’t care of the consequences.
She held his gaze, her own fierce, for this was no longer a game. “If you leave me here alone, I’ll mean every word of it. Is it not enough that you’re usually gone from March until October? I’ve never once complained, Ronan, but you’ll be gone well over a year, what with you only having returned, and I cannot bear it. And for what?”
“It’s just the one time, lass.”
“It’s never just the once, though is it? What’s so important, it’d have you breaking your promise? Do we not already have everything we need?” Molly knew Ronan had enough for them to live well. Did he really need more?
“Och, lass. I could lose it all and still be the richest man if I had ye at my side.” His words melted away some of her anger, so that when he kissed her with a teasing brush of his lips, her stomach clenched and her heart raced. She couldn’t help but lean into him, her need to keep him close extinguishing her anger, only to replace it with desperation. “I love ye Molly.”
“Then I’m begging you—if you’ll not stay, then take me with you. I promise not to get in your way. Please, Ronan. I cannot face the winter without you. I’ll do nothing but worry until you return, and I swear it’ll be enough to do me in.”
“Molly… I canna have ye stuck on a ship for months with those men. Criminals, the whole lot of them.” He ran a roughened finger down her cheek. “I couldna guarantee yer safety—nor mine—if I stood in their way. With yer beauty, they’d knife me for sure if it meant a chance to be with ye.”
She fisted handfuls of his shirt, and leaned her forehead against his chest, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. “Then they need not know. I’ll happily stay in your cabin for the entirety of the voyage. You could sneak me onto the ship before the crew boarded.”
