Bound by the Buccaneer (6 page)

Carried away by passion he picked up the pace with his hips and emptied his seed into her ass. When he stilled, he caressed her rounded cheeks before pulling out.

“What was it you were saying?” he asked, giving her hair a playful tug.

“No, I was saying no it’s not so bad,” she said, rolling over onto her back, still breathing heavily.

He lay down beside her, his length against hers. Pulling her body to face his, he kissed her deeply. He tasted of rum and a hint of licorice as his tongue found hers. She ran her fingers through his dreadlocks as their mouths danced the familiar yet still enticing dance that was theirs and theirs alone.

“Now, if you can do that with a cock in your throat and another in your cunt we’ll be in business.” Gaston said and gave her a playful smack on the ass.

Chapter Seven

The next afternoon rolled around entirely too soon for Frederica. Though she’d dressed in her finest frock, a silk gown the same color as her haunting pale blue eyes, she couldn’t help but wonder if the three captains would appreciate her charms. The plunging neckline of her dress and the way her corset whittled her waist displayed her assets to their best advantage, but what if they found her lacking? Would they call off their arrangement with the captain and crew of the
Ocean’s Knave
?

She shook her head no. Gaston had told her this carnal meeting was to prove that he was not taking orders from Frederica, that the situation was the other way round and she did
his
bidding. Remembering that helped her feel more at ease.

Leaving a foul-tempered Gaston back on the ship, Hatch accompanied her to the inn. Being that it was only mid-day, he’d already drank more rum than was his habit. When he’d bid her farewell his words had been slurred and his good eye glassy. Frederica hoped he’d take a nap and awake in better spirits.

In the meantime, she tried to quiet her nerves. Hatch had given her an orange and she ate the succulent fruit along the way, grateful that she didn’t feel the need to converse with Hatch as they walked. The pair had an easy companionship and Hatch was a quiet man anyway.

When they reached the Lucky Sloop, Hatch laid a hand on her shoulder. “You may not always see me, Missy, but I will be there to see they do not harm you. If you should like to stop any proceeding you need only call out my name, and I will see to it your wishes are enforced.” With that he silently pulled a blade from his back pocket and ran it in front of his throat in a mock demonstration of what he would do to anyone who tried to harm her.

Frederica gave him a wan smile. “Your protection is greatly appreciated my friend, but I deem it will prove unnecessary.”

Hatch emitted a low growl and opened the door for her. She took a deep breath and prayed that she was right and these men would not harm her.

The proprietor showed them to a back room she’d never seen. To her surprise it looked more like a meeting room than a bed chamber. She sighed with relief. Perhaps these men had no intention of bedding her. Perhaps they’d merely been testing Gaston to gauge his reaction.

She suddenly felt a cool sweat bead up on her skin, and she feared she might faint. She looked around and tried to gather her bearings. She needed to sit down.

“Miss Beauchamp, why don’t you take a seat?” Miles Appling rushed toward her and helped her to a chair. There were several thick, wooden chairs surrounding a large table in the center of the room.

Pugwash loitered in the corner, a mug in one hand his pipe in the other. Edward Chatham slid into the seat next to her and offered her something to drink.

“I’ll have some rum,” she said.

Chatham smiled shyly and poured her a cup from a bottle sitting on the table.

Appling refilled his mug from another bottle which she assumed was whiskey and stood beside her. Fixing his gaze on hers he said, “We are so pleased you could join us, Mademoiselle Beauchamp.” Then he lifted a lock of her long brown hair and ran his fingers across a string of shells that danced in her mane. “Lovely,” he remarked.

“Thank you,” was all she could manage. In polite company his gesture would have been rude, but it made her stomach flutter with excitement. Perhaps they were going to take her after all.

Pugwash approached the table. He was not classically handsome like the other two men, but there was something interesting about the way he carried himself. He was a confident man, and Frederica had no trouble seeing how he could inspire boatloads of men to follow him. The man was a clearly a born leader. He winked at Frederica bawdily. “Have a drink, lass. We’re here to have a little fun, not to worry you.”

She let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Cheers!” she said and lifted her cup to theirs. “And you may call me Frederica.”

The men banged cups and they all drank up.

The men asked her about herself and she told them the story of how she’d been captured by a band of nasty pirates and how Gaston had helped her escape. When she was finished with her tale, Appling shook his head and chuckled. “That Galette’s one lucky bastard. We’ll do well to have him on our side.”

“Aye,” the other men agreed and each of them raised a glass. Miles suggested they play a game, one that would make Frederica more comfortable. Relieved they were behaving so civilized, she nodded in agreement and Chatham pulled out a deck of cards.

The rules of the game were that Frederica would play a round against each of the men in turn. Both players would draw a card from the deck and the player with the lowest card was deemed the loser. The penalty for losing was that the loser would have to remove an item of clothing.

Frederica immediately recognized that if she had to play each man one after the other each of them only getting a turn every third round, the odds were stacked so she would be stark naked before any of the men. She considered protesting, but instead took a sip of liquid courage and smiled nervously. No sense postponing the inevitable.

Chatham was up first and he drew a ten.

Frederica pulled out the jack of spades. “I won!” Frederica exclaimed, surprised. She’d been convinced the men would cheat and she expected to lose every hand. It bolstered her spirits to see she’d been wrong. “You must remove something, Captain Chatham,” she teased getting into the spirit of the game.

“Edward,” he said. “Please call me Edward.”

She nodded her assent. The rum had loosened him up. The boyish nerves he’d shown when they’d first met had been replaced with an easy flirtatiousness. He stood up and with a slow, sly grin he removed his white shirt, keeping his eyes on Frederica the whole time.

Unconsciously, she’d begun to fan herself and Pugwash observed, “Getting’ a bit ‘ot in ‘ere, ain’t it, lass?”

A giggle accompanied by a hiccup erupted from Frederica’s throat, and that made all the men laugh. Frederica stared at Edward’s frame. He was tall, not as tall as Hatch, but taller than most men, and every inch of his body was covered in lean, sinewy muscles. His breeches slung low on his hips allowing her a glimpse of the well-defined “v” that pointed south and hinted at unthinkable carnal delights. She felt her pussy grow moist, her nipples hardened.

Edward saw her reaction and smiled at her conspiratorially.

She played the next round against Pugwash. To her surprise she won again, her seven beating his two. Pugwash set down his pipe and removed the close-fitting, serviceable shirt he wore. Without paying Frederica much attention he went back to blowing smoke rings and drinking his whiskey.

Undressed from the waist up Pugwash was surprisingly fit. He didn’t have the exquisitely defined stomach and arms that Edward did, but he possessed a solid, compact yet strong physique. The muscles bulging from his arms, shoulders and neck muscles made him appear powerful and intimidating. Frederica made a mental note not to cross him.

Next up was Appling and he beat her with an Ace trumping her four. When she took off a boot and set it daintily aside, Edward groaned, and Pugwash grumbled.

Appling gave her an understanding look and the game continued.

Chatham lost again and he took Frederica’s lead in removing his boots. Eager to move things along he took off both boots during his turn.

Pugwash won the following round and Frederica removed her other boot.

Miles Appling won his round again and Frederica puzzled over what to remove next. She should have brought more clothing, an extra layer to remove at this point would have been helpful. But, wasn’t the whole point of this meeting for her to service these men? They were being terribly chivalrous in their treatment of her. They could have easily stripped her down upon arrival, but instead they showed consideration by allowing her to become more comfortable with them during this slower, more thoughtful process.

Her nerves jangled in her stomach, but in the spirit of sportsmanship Frederica took a deep breath and asked, “Captain Appling, would you please unfasten my dress?”

“Please, call me Miles.”

“Miles,” she said, standing.

Brushing her hair to the front, he began unfastening her dress. His fingers were quick and nimble with the tiny buttons, which told her he was no stranger to undressing a woman.

“There,” she said sitting back down in her corset and petticoats.

“Well blow me down!” Pugwash exclaimed. “You are quite the beauty, lass.”

Despite herself she flushed at the compliment, “Why thank you Captain Pugwash.”

He waved a hand in front of his face. “Just Pugwash, if you please,” he said, tilting his head in respect.

“Certainly,” Frederica responded.

It was Chatham’s turn again and since he’d lost two in a row he asked Frederica to choose her card first this time, hoping that would change his luck. She drew the queen of hearts and he drew another ten. “Blast it,” he pretended to be upset but he removed his stockings. The only thing he had left to remove were his breeches.

Frederica giggled. She had to admit she was having fun with these pirates who, for the most part, were behaving like proper gentlemen.

Pugwash won his turn, and Frederica removed one of her petticoats. Usually she viewed having so many skirts as a hindrance, always complicating matters, but today she valued them highly.

The game came around to Appling and he won again. The rest of them eyed him sharply as he sat fully dressed, politely sipping his drink. “My apologies,” Appling said. “Do you require any assistance, Frederica?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

She laughed and waved him off as she removed her last petticoat. All she had left were her corset and her shimmy beneath.

Edward eyed her expectantly. There was no question that at the end of their turn one of them would be baring some private parts. “Ladies first,” he said.

Frederica drew a three and winced.

Confident, Edward drew his card. A pained expression crossed his face, and he threw the card down on the table - the two of diamonds.

Pugwash slapped his knee and erupted into gales of laughter, which then led to a coughing fit.

Frederica snuck a glance at Miles who reacted with a smirk. “Better you than me, Chatham.”

“Screw you bastards. What do I care? Maybe I’ll have the first go at the lady,” he said raising his brow and dropping his pants in the same movement.

Neither his words nor the fact that he stood completely naked a foot away from her unnerved Frederica as she feared they would. Instead she felt desire rise up inside her. She found herself wanting to reach out and touch him.

Before Gaston, she had never seen a naked man. Experiences like this were foreign to her, as they would be to any girl of her class. She’d been raised a proper lady, and proper ladies did not cavort with naked men, or drink and play stripping games with strangers. But somewhere along her journey she’d ceased to be a proper lady. Hell, she’d become a pirate with all the freedom and adventure-seeking that came with it.

She was here to service these men, and Gaston’s words resounded in her ears, “Think of it as an adventure.” Somewhere deep inside her she mustered up the courage to stand and take a step toward the alarmingly attractive
and naked
Edward Chatham.

Chatham opened his arms to her and as she melted into his arms she said over her shoulder, “Captain Appling, could you please help me unlace my corset?”

Chapter Eight

Closing her eyes, Frederica tilted her head and parted her lips. Edward Chatham’s mouth found hers and she tried to lose herself in his kiss. His velvet lips were tentative. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her palm at the base of his neck.

As her tongue met Edward’s she felt the familiar tugging at her back of her corset being loosened. She realized that soon she would be completely naked and sandwiched by two incredibly handsome men and sighed dreamily.

Miles Appling unlaced her corset and as it fell to the ground, she felt his hands gently caressing her shoulders. Coming up from behind, he cupped her now bare breasts and nuzzled her neck. An electric current ran through her body, and her nipples begged for attention.

“So beautiful,” Miles said in a low voice.

“Thank you,” Frederica replied between Edward’s kisses.

Edward loosened his hold on her to allow room for Miles’ caresses, but he continued to kiss her. His hands dropped lower, exploring the curve of her hips, and then running them over her ass. She felt Miles’ rock-hard erection at the base of her spine and it was suddenly difficult to tell where one man stopped and the other man began. Eyes closed, she embraced the confusion as she was kissed and caressed by the two men. Their attentions intoxicated her, and she moved a hand behind her to stroke Miles’ curly, blond hair, encouraging him.

Understanding her message, Miles slid down the rest of her undergarments so that Frederica stood nude between them.

“Hell yeah,” she heard Pugwash say from across the room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him undressing the rest of the way, the pretense of playing cards now behind them. It was time for the main course.