Lucy was gagging now, her neck and arms aching from being tied to the bed. ckie’s thrusts were erratic, faster, and then he was frantically pushing himself into her mouth. With a hoarse cry, he came, filling her mouth with his hot load, holding her head in ce with both hands.


    Lucy felt the slick, salty liquid running down the back of her throat and she longed to spit the vile mess onto the floor but ckie was still thrusting into her, his cock squirting thest of his cum into her mouth. She swallowed involuntarily, retching and gagging. He pulled away, a dribble of creamy liquid trailing from his cock, sticking to her face.


    There was a noise at the outer door, voices, and then the sound of boots on wooden decking. ckie hastily tucked his cock back into his breeches, doing up his flies. Lucy sat back, breathing hard, a trail of ckie’s cum running down her chin.


    The door burst open and a tall, dark-haired man strode in, followed by two others. From Lucy’s vantage point on the floor, he seemed like a giant, rising before her. He looked down at her, tied to the bed, her breasts exposed, the evidence of ckie’s activities dripping from her face.


    Lucy leaned forward and spat at the man’s feet. A creamy wadnded on the toe of his ck boot. He looked down at it, at her, and then at ckie. The man drew himself up to his full height.


    “You…bastard.” He pointed at ckie. He turned to the other two men. “Take this man and put him in irons. He’s to be put below decks until I decide what to do with him.” The men moved forward, grabbing ckie by the arms.


    “But Captain, she’s not been harmed. She’s as intact as the day she was born. I never touched her, ask her yourself.”


    “You swine,” Lucy flung the words at ckie. “You’ve had your hands all over me since I firstid eyes on you. Hands, and…other things… in other ces.” She red up at ckie, trying to muster as much dignity as she could, half-naked and tied to a bed.


    “Well, there you go, ckie. She’s spoken for herself.” Lucy looked up at the Captain. He was trying unsessfully to hide a smile, coughing behind his hand. But then he grew serious.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    “Take him away. And then set sail. I want to be away from here in case anyone thinks to look for Miss Swanton.” ckie was led from the room; still protesting he’d done nothing wrong.


    The Captain closed the door. He removed his hat, tossing it on the small table. He absently tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind his ear. Lucy heard shouts on deck and then the feeling of motion as the ship began moving through the water.


    “Well, Miss Swanton. It’s an honor to finally meet you. Although I’m sure the circumstances could have been better, in your opinion.” He knelt in front of her.


    “If you promise not to run, I’ll untie you, and find you a dress to wear.”


    Lucy looked up at him. His blue eyes were locked on hers. She felt a strange sense of unreality, a wave of dizziness swept over her and then she felt herself slumping forward, the room going dark.


    “Miss Swanton?” She heard her name being called from far away. Something cool was on her forehead and she realized she was lying on something soft. Opening her eyes, she found she was on a four-poster bed, covered with a light nket.


    She tried to sit up, but a hand held her down. She struggled briefly, disoriented.


    “Be still, Miss Swanton.” She turned toward the voice. The Captain was sitting next to her on the bed, holding a cold cloth to her forehead. Another man, shorter and much older, was standing at the foot of the bed.


    “She’s going to be fine,” the older man spoke. “Just ovee, I expect, with all the, um, activities. Women are fragile creatures, Captain. Best keep her calm and she’ll be back to normal by morning.” The man nodded his head in the captain’s direction and left the room.


    Lucy struggled to sit, the nket falling away. She looked down, realizing she was nowpletely naked beneath the thin covering.


    Clutching the nket, she pulled it up over herself.


    “Why am I now naked? Who undressed me?” Lucy turned to the Captain, furious. “Was it you?”


    “Yes, ma’am, it was.” The Captain stood, tossing the wet rag aside. “Let me make a formal introduction. I am Captain Robert Bemy. You are on my ship, the Cloud Runner.”


    “And that’s supposed to excuse you for removing my clothes? What gave you the right to do that?” Lucy was furious. Bemy paced in front of her.


    “First, it’s my ship; I’m the captain. I do as I please. Second, you were already half naked; removing the rest of your dress was a quick process. And third,” Bemy stopped in front of her, taking her chin in his between his thumb and forefinger, leaning down, looking at her with deep blue eyes.


    “You’re soon to be my wife, so I don’t believe there’s anything here I won’t have the right to see, and very soon.” His voice was low.


    Lucy pulled away. “Wife! I am never going to be your wife. What delusions are you under that make you think I would marry you? You’ve kidnapped me! You’re nothing but amon pirate!”


    Bemyughed. “I may be a pirate, but I’m hardlymon. And you’ll marry me because you’ll have reason to. You’ll marry me because it’s the only choice you have if you want to return home to your ntation, to The Peaks.”


    He moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed again. Lucy moved away from him, still clutching the nket to her body.


    His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’ll marry me because I’m going to take your maidenhead. And as a defiled woman, you will be shunned by society. And, as an unmarried woman, you cannot im the deed to the ntation.”


    Lucy frowned at him. “What nonsense. Why would I want to im the ntation? My guardian, Lord Swanton, owns it and it will pass to me all in good time.”


    “Ah, but here’s where you’re mistaken.” Robert stood, shrugging out of his coat, and draping it over a chair. He sat down, taking off his boots. Lucy watched in fascinated horror as he undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor.


    Despite her shock at his words, she was suddenly distracted by his physical presence. His chest was all smooth tan skin stretched over hard muscles. His arms rippled as he stretchedzily, regarding her from across the room. She looked down at the front of his breeches. There was an unmistakable bulge at the front of his pants and she could feel her eyes widen at the size. Other than ckie’s brief assault, she’d never encountered a man’s cock and certainly never an aroused one. And one that was aroused by her. She shook her head, trying to focus on his words.


    “There’s much you don’t know about your guardian. For one thing, he wasn’t nning to leave you anything ‘all in good time’. He has a will that only grants you a deed to the ntation if you’re married. As an unwed ward, you’re not to inherit anything; you’d be tossed off thend. And he’s kept you very isted here, with no prospects. You’d be an unmarriageable old maid before too long. Am I correct?”