Chapter 4

Consequence

In a few hours I found myself alone in the Captain’s cabin. I woke and found I was tied to the bunk which was bolted to the floor. I struggled against the knot but found it was a strange sort. I couldn’t figure it out to untie it.

I reached everything I could, trying to find something that might aid me in an escape. Fortunately he’d dropped one of his large tunics over my head before he’d left the room. Cautioning that I remain quiet or he’d have to share me with his men.

That thought was terrifying.

He’s insatiable. There was no way I’d survive all of them taking their pleasure from her.

It wasn’t nearly long enough before he returned. Brown eyes alight as he glimpsed her.

“I’ve missed you already.”

“No!” I threw up a hand to ward him off.

“Oh absolutely.” He unraveled a long length of rope from around his hand. “Best part of an unwilling woman on a ship?” He lifted it pointedly. “Plenty of rope to tie her down.”

I shook my head. “I’ll scream, I swear it.”

“Shame... I’d hate to share.”

He descended on me but I had nowhere to retreat other then the bunk.

I dived and tried to clamber under it.

But he quickly caught my leg and dragged me out. Looking at my bare bottom and legs, revealed by the tunic rolling up where I was pressed to the floor. “That’ll do.”

He tossed the rope aside and sat on the back of my thighs.

I flailed and tried to kick him with my heels but couldn’t get any leverage to deliver a meaningful blow.

I felt him lift off me to slip his pants down and knew I was in trouble.

“No! No. No!” I tossed my head and pounded my fists.

He laid along my back to palm my mouth. Pulling my head back to keep me quiet. He used his knees to wedge my legs apart then sat atop them to keep them pinned open.

I was grunting behind his hand shaking my head furiously. I’m already sore.

He grabbed his stem and angled it against my buttocks. Laying over me so I could feel its pressure. “You ready?”

I was still shaking my head.

“Oh...” He feigned sympathy. “Something to say?”

He peeled his fingers back enough I could shout. “No. Please don’t! I’m already sore.”

“You gave up the right to be too sore, when you lied to me.”

He entered me brutally. And covered my mouth against the yelp that escaped my mouth.

“Shit, you’ve a tight little body.” He stroked in and out of me. Groaning in pleasure. His pace heightening as he escalated his forceful pounding against my ass.

He used his grip on my face as leverage to pull him deeper into me. Curving his back to drive in.

With my belly pinned to the floor, his strokes stretched me intensely. I could feel him putting pressure on me both inside and out.

“Yes. Oh, yes.” He moaned. “Being in you is going to make this voyage much,” He gasped in pleasure. “Much.” He gave a low grunt as he came. “More pleasurable.”

His small jerks in me made my ass cheeks bounce against him.

Releasing my mouth he massaged them. Still stroking lightly into me to enjoy the aftershocks. “You’re a pretty little parcel.”

“I hate you.” I murmured.

He withdrew, slipping out of me. “That’s fine.”

He caught my arm and rolled me over to hiss against my face. “I hate liars.”

I lay there staring at the wall rather than giving him the satisfaction of eye contact.

But when he began to position between my knees I sat up. Causing the tunic to drop thankfully back around my waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He caught my thighs and drug me down against him.

Feeling my backside scrape along the rough wood.

“No. No!” I sat up to pound his chest.

I could already feel him hard against me. Naturally positioned near my entrance. As though his body was formed specifically to align with mine.

I hated that.

He’s ready to begin again. His body hardening and muscles flexing in anticipation. His grin was lascivious as he caught my fists and rolled them around my back. Pinning them in one of his large hands.

In this position my breasts were thrust out toward him but at least it made my opening point toward the floor.

Harder for him to enter. I thought gratified.

His eyes roved the plump rounded flesh of my breasts. Toying with the fine, brown crests. Pinching at my nipples made my throat strain. I jerked every time he tweaked the bit of flesh.

Sweat was starting to form on my brow.

He gave them each a light tug, making them jut in small points.

“Very nice.” He scooped the back of my ass from between my hands and back. Then swept me up at the same time he curled his hips forward.

“Ah!” I cried out. Feeling him sink in deep as he positioned me on his lap. Holding me down against his member by the grip on my arms pulling me toward the floor.

He pumped into me. Using the floor as his leverage to rise into me.

My own weight working against me to sink down on his staff. Pushing him in toward my furthest opening. He rolled his hips once to test my tightness.

Swearing in pleasure. “You’re made to be lived in by a man.”