Chapter Three
“Where are your quarters?”
“To the left,” she whispered. Fear quaked in her belly as horrible images of what he would do to her ran through her mind. Would God forgive her for the deal she had made, trading her purity for safe passage? “That door.” She pointed to the shattered door, embarrassed by the thought of it being open while he did what he wished with her.
He pushed her inside and followed. She watched as he stripped the top coverlet from the bed and draped it across the doorway as a makeshift curtain. When he turned back to her, nausea churned in her stomach as she waited to see what he would ask for.
“Do you have a name, m’lady?”
“R-Rebecca,” she said, licking dry lips.
He nodded. “I am Christoph.”
She shrugged.
“Come closer, Rebecca.”
The sound of her Christian name on his lips sent shivers of dread racing through her. Somehow, her feet managed to obey his command, though her heart and head rebelled. When she stood within inches of him, her nose wrinkled at his stench—a combination of sweat, blood, and gunpowder.
“Where is the necklace?”
“After—”
“Now.” His expression brooked no argument. “Pardon my mistrust, Rebecca, but I want to ensure our bargain is not based on subterfuge.”
She swallowed down a retort, knowing she doubted his honor. Why should he feel any differently? She walked to her trunk and removed a dagger from inside. From the corner of her eye, she saw him tense but offered no reassurances or explanations. Instead, she turned to the lamp on the table, lighting the wick in the oil so she could see.
As she walked over to the bed, he shadowed her within a step. Rebecca knelt, set the lantern on the floor, and got down on all fours. She wriggled her head and arms under the low bunk and felt for the loose floorboard. She found it within seconds.
Working in near darkness, she used the dagger to pry at the knothole. With a creaking protest and the snap of wood, a chunk of the planking flew up, bouncing against the bottom of the bunk before landing a few inches from her. She felt inside the small concavity for the velvet-wrapped necklace.
As she wriggled out from under the bed, she felt his hand drop to her hip. “What are you doing?” Being under the bed muffled her voice.
“Admiring your heart-shaped derriere, m’lady.”
She grunted as she worked her way out from under the bed before she rested on her legs. She handed him the pouch. “That necklace has been in my family for 100 years. The Earl who married my great-grandmother brought it back with him from one of his travels to the African continent.”
He lifted it from the velvet, whistling through his teeth. Even with the meager light provided by the small window and the lantern, the diamonds sparkled brilliantly. “Indeed, this will fetch a fine price.” He returned the necklace to the pouch and laid it on the trunk as Rebecca gained her feet. “But there is one prize still left to claim, and I think it shall be much more valuable.”
Rebecca bit back an instinctive protest as he pulled her into his arms but couldn’t fight back a groan as his head descended. “You stink.”
He pulled back and laughed. “I suppose I do.” His eyes fell on the tub of water, left from her bath last night. “That can be happily remedied.”
“The water is cold,” she said in a rush, not wanting to see so much of him. “You do not have time.”
“I have all day, m’lady.” He stripped off the gloves an inch at a time before he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor. His boots, belt, and sword quickly followed. He stopped at the trousers.
She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief that cut off when he pulled her arms in front of her. “What are you doing?”
“Slowing you down.” He pulled off the dressing gown, leaving her only in the thin silk gown she had slept in. “Sit on the bed, Rebecca.”
She shook her head, not quite daring to vocalize a protest.
He ignored her and pushed her down. He tore a strip of linen from the hem of the dressing gown.
“Are you insane? Do you have any idea how much that cost?”
He laughed. “A true noble, through and through.” His tone didn’t sound flattering.
She watched, biting back more recriminations, as he knelt on the floor. When he lifted her feet, she kicked out at him, guessing what he planned. “No.”
He held her steady as he wound the strip around her ankles, binding her feet together. He tore another strip from the gown, using his teeth when it refused to tear completely. “Your hands, Rebecca.”
“Absolutely not.” She flailed her arms as he tried to capture them, succeeding in raking her nails down his chest and leaving red marks, but little else. Soon, her hands were bound in front of her. “You are a monster.”
“High praise.” His mouth twisted. “The gown must go.”
She laughed, a triumphant sound. “You cannot take it off now that you have me tied up.”
He shrugged. “You shall live with it being wet.”
She frowned. “What?”
“Come, m’lady. I find myself in need of an eager attendant.”
She gasped in protest as he lifted her to her feet, half-dragging her across the room to the tub. He pushed her into the wooden chair Nora had used last night before he removed his last stitch of clothes.
Heat swept up her cheeks as she got an eyeful of his cock before averting her eyes. She hadn’t expected it to be so large. She prayed the knowledge her sister had given her about pairings between a man and woman had been a jest. There was simply no way it could possibly be true. It was a physical impossibility. She dared to turn back to him when she heard water splash in the tub.
“Certainly a lady’s luxury.” He shifted his large frame in the shallow tub. “Bathe me.”
“You are not a child. Do it yourself.”
“It is my wish that you wash me, Rebecca.”
“My hands are bound.”
“You shall manage.”
She leaned forward, lifting the still-damp sponge. She threw it at him, and it bounced against his chin. “I am not your slave.”
An unpleasant grin curved across his face. “You are today, m’lady. Unless you want to forget our bargain?”
She scowled at him as she hobbled from the chair to the tub. Rebecca knelt on her knees, awkwardly holding the sponge in her bound hands. She dipped it into the freezing water, keeping her eyes deliberately averted upwards. She ran it across his chest before she moved to his back. He watched her every movement with intensity.
He handed her the rough cake of soap, and Rebecca ran it across his skin, unable to suppress a tiny smile as he grimaced at the rough texture. For herself, she would have applied it to the sponge first, but not for him. She washed down to his stomach before she moved the bar of soap to his back. He leaned forward slightly to give her better access. When she had finished, Rebecca ran the sponge across his back and his chest. She gasped when he grabbed her wrists.
“You are not finished, Rebecca.”
“You can wash your own hair.”
He gave her a sardonic look. “There is more to wash.”
Heat washed across her cheeks as he forced her hands down between his legs. She gasped as her fingers slid against his cock. “Please, I do not want to.”
“I do not care.” He continued to force her hands to move across his stomach, thighs, and cock.
Just when Rebecca thought she might faint or die from embarrassment, he released his hold on her wrists. She dropped the soap as if it had scalded her and stumbled away from him. Unbalanced by her bound feet, she toppled onto the wood floor, landing hard on her buttocks. Tears of humiliation and discomfort swam in her eyes, but she forced them back.
“Get on the bed and wait for me.” He took no time to ask after her as he rose from the water.
Rebecca glared at him as she inched her way to the bed. She grasped the frame, pulled herself up, and dropped on the bed. When she managed to roll around, the sight of his buttocks pointing in the air as he bent over the tub, washing his short, blond hair, confronted her.
Her mouth dropped open as he knelt closer to the tub, causing the muscles in his buttocks and thighs to bunch. The breath caught in her throat as he flexed. She barely tore her gaze from him in time to avoid his stare as he turned back to her. He used her bath sheet and walked to the bed.
“Now, to remove that bothersome gown.”
She tried to kick him, but her bound feet wouldn’t cooperate. Rebecca screamed in outrage as he tried ripping the gown from her body. The modiste’s stitches held, much to her delight and his annoyance.
Her struggles immediately ceased when he reached for the dagger she had left on the floor. Her eyes widened as he brought the blade to the bodice of the gown. She held her breath as he made one clean slice without the blade touching her skin.
“At last,” he muttered and ripped the silk all the way down. He left the gown draped across her arms and bunched under her back, not bothering to remove it since it no longer impeded his access.
Rebecca whimpered as his calloused palm cupped her breast. Never had she been more humiliated or terrified. Never had she been so angry.
“Lovely.” Christoph tweaked the nipple. “Have you been a good girl as society demands, Rebecca? Are mine the first hands to touch such perfection?”
She remained stubbornly silent, refusing to look at him or acknowledge his words. Only the heat in her face betrayed any reaction. She refused to give him the satisfaction.
He sighed and tugged harder.
Rebecca didn’t blink, though it hurt.
“You are most pig-headed.” He pinched the nipple harder still.
Rebecca tried to deny the growing pain in her breast as he tightened his grip. Sweat beaded her forehead, and her lips trembled. Still, the pressure grew. Finally, a gasp tore itself from her throat as the pain passed bearable. Even after he released his hold, it continued to throb. She glared up at him.
“That is better.”
“Why? Do you enjoy hurting women?”
He shook his head. “I do not like bringing you pain, but I shall not spend the afternoon with a mannequin. I will settle for whatever kind of reaction I can elicit.” He smoothed his hand down her stomach. “This can be a day of pleasure or pain. It is your decision, m’lady.”
She flinched away from his touch. “I could never find pleasure at the hands of someone like you.”
His mouth tightened, but he shrugged. “That sounds like a challenge, m’lady.”
Rebecca regarded him with ill-disguised loathing but held her tongue.
A strange smile worked its way across his face. “I have never been one to resist a challenge.”
A shiver passed through her. Was it dread or something else? She tensed as he settled himself on the bed beside her. “Will you untie me now?”
His brow furrowed. “No, not yet.”
She squirmed away from his fingers as they brushed against her hips. She suddenly noticed how cold the air in the room was against her bare flesh. She shivered again, this time more noticeably.
Christoph’s hand paused at her thigh. “Do you like that, m’lady?”
Rebecca shook her head. “I am cold.”
He shrugged. “You will not be for long.”
Her green eyes glowed almost black with anger as he shifted her under him. Christoph straddled her, balancing his weight across her thighs, as he moved her arms over her head and held onto her wrists. Rebecca tried to buck him off. “Get off me, you great oaf.”
He laughed. “Relax, m’lady.” He leaned forward, and the murky light seeping in through the window highlighted the sharp angle of his cheekbones.
As he neared her face, Rebecca’s body clenched. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
She turned her head as his lips descended, and she gasped as he turned her head back. His mouth settled firmly over hers, and his lips moved gently. Rebecca clenched her hands together as much as the binding allowed, refusing to betray any reaction to his light touch.
She squeezed her eyes closed when he used his hand to apply pressure to the hollows of her cheeks, forcing open her mouth. As his tongue swept into her mouth, she resisted the urge to bite down, knowing he would perversely be pleased by proof of a reaction.
She forced herself to remain stiff and distant during the onslaught, though her belly quivered. It must be last night’s stew. His mouth continued to move on hers for perhaps another minute before he lifted his head. Rebecca bit back a triumphant smile, forcing her expression to remain bland as she stared up at him.
He laughed. “You are most stubborn, but I shall crack that frigid exterior.”
She sniffed, raked her eyes across his face, and yawned. She bit back the urge to giggle as giddiness swept through her. What in the world? The sensation felt uncomfortably like pleasure. Surely not, for nothing about this encounter was pleasant.
His smile didn’t waver as he lowered his head again.
Rebecca prepared herself to withstand another kiss but barely bit back a gasp as his mouth settled on her nipple instead. It was the same one he had so fiercely pinched, and it still throbbed with every beat of her heart.
To her surprise, he barely touched the peak with the tip of his tongue. She anticipated more pain, but instead, the quivering in her stomach turned into a tingle that seemed to flow directly into her breast and focus on the small bud. She heard him chuckle, and she renewed her determination not to give in.
She dug the nails of her left hand into the side of her right hand as he made sweeping motions with his tongue across the nipple. She bit down on her lip as he released her wrists and brushed his hand across her other breast. He squeezed gently, and the tingling in her stomach transferred to that breast too. Her breathing grew ragged, and she struggled to suppress any harsh exhalations.
Even when his laving turned to gentle sucking, she forced her body to remain rigid. His breath blazed a warm trail across the valley of her breasts as he switched his attention to the neglected bud. Unlike the other, there was no pain or throbbing in that breast. Only extreme sensitivity, she discovered, as his mouth fastened hungrily on the globe. When he bit her, her legs twitched, but she quickly schooled her reaction.
He lifted his head. “Perhaps more pain will elicit a response?”
Rebecca’s body clenched with dread, but she refused to plead for his mercy. She kept her expression stony as he lowered his mouth once more.
As his teeth fastened on her nipple, she tried to prepare herself. He bit more forcefully than before, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt so good that she could barely bite back a moan. Her teeth sank through the soft flesh of her lip, and the taste of copper filled her mouth. To her surprise, he withdrew again.
“Or perhaps different stimuli?” He studied her for a moment before brushing his thumb across her lower lip. He held it up for her to see the crimson smudge. “M’lady is not as unaffected as she pretends.”
Once again, Rebecca denied him the satisfaction of an answer. She tensed as he moved off her thighs and settled farther down the bed. She resisted by clenching them together when he put his hand between her thighs.
He seemed unbothered by her resistance. Christoph wedged his knee between her calves, straining the bonds on her feet and opening her thighs a couple of inches.
She stiffened as his hand slid up to the juncture of her thighs. Rebecca drew in a deep breath as his fingers caressed her most intimate place. One burrowed through the tangle of curls to trace the outline of her lips. A small gasp broke free, and she knew she had lost.
She waited for him to withdraw, but he continued to stroke her. Incensed, she lifted her head to find him intently watching his hand’s activities and paying no mind to her. Had he missed her sound of surrender?
Apparently so. She frowned as he withdrew his hand before he leaned forward. Her eyes widened as his face got closer to her pussy. “No.”
He grinned. “The lady speaks.”
“You have won. Do what you came to do so I can get you off my ship.”
He paid no attention to her demands. Rather, he remained focused on his goals.
She cried out in shock and protest when she felt his tongue invade her folds. “You are indecent. You must stop this at once.”
He lifted his head. “Do not make me gag you too, Rebecca.”
“But—”
“Shhh.” He returned to his ministrations.
Rebecca tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere to go. Her feet were bound, and his hand was wedged between her thighs, ensuring she couldn’t pull them apart or squeeze them together. She attempted to grab a handful of his hair, but he used his other hand to anchor her to the bed. He held it against her stomach as she wriggled against him.
Heat flooded her cheeks as she realized the wriggling intensified the tingling and burning between her thighs. She froze but still could not escape his questing appendage. All her lack of movement did was dull the sensation. She resumed struggling, desperate to stop his unholy act.
Liquid heat seemed to invade her entire body, and she felt her pussy growing slippery under his mouth. She panicked, unsure what was happening but knowing it must be stopped before—well, before something worse happened. “You cannot do this.”
In response, his hand moved from between her thighs to her pussy. He parted the folds and darted his tongue inside.
A moan ripped from Rebecca, and even she couldn’t deny that it held more a note of pleasure than protest. “Please…” She trailed off, unsure what she was asking for.
His tongue returned to the tiny bud, stroking it and stoking a fire deep in her stomach. Rebecca squirmed, thrusting her hips upward. She was no longer trying to escape but actively participating.
As he continued to lick her clit, his finger slid into her entrance. She wanted to protest but couldn’t find her voice. Even the quick burning and stretching sensation didn’t decrease her ardor. She thrust more urgently against him, feeling his finger slide more deeply inside her. The pain intensified, as did the pleasure. He flicked his tongue across her clit in a series of short, quick strokes as he slid his finger in and out of her.
Rebecca’s eyes closed, and her entire body began to shake. It felt like an explosion was gaining momentum in her loins, and she held her breath for a long moment. When it escaped from her with a harsh sob, the explosion ignited, dragging heavily on her stomach, sex, and thighs.
She tensed and, as quickly, went boneless as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure flooded through her. Tears leaked from her eyes. Tiny convulsions shook her body. When she finally found her voice, it emerged as a husky whisper. “What did you do to me?”
He slid up her body, cupping her face in his hands. “The French call it le petit mort.”
Rebecca frowned at him. “I speak fluent French but have never heard such a term.”
Christoph grinned. “I should not think so, being raised in polite society. It translates to the little death.”
Her frown deepened. “That is a rather strange expression, is it not?”
He shrugged. “Did you not feel as though you were hanging by a thread between this life and the next for a moment there? Every breath felt like your last, did it not?”
She nodded, eyeing him uncertainly. “Is it a practice for death?”
He laughed. “Nay, it is to make procreation more enjoyable, m’lady.” One side of his mouth twitched. “Or, in our situation, just recreation, since we have no plans to produce offspring.”
Her eyes widened with panic. “This leads to babies?”
He blinked at her, looking astonished. “Did your mother tell you anything about what happens between a man and woman?”
She shook her head. “My sister told me a fanciful tale but mentioned nothing about babies.” Her stomach churned with nausea. “Will I have a child now?” What would she do with a child and no husband? Society would revile her.
He sighed. “There is more involved in the process, which we will get to, but you shall not have a child.”
“How do you know?”
“A man can do certain things to prevent it.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Such as?”
He shook his head. “Trust me, Rebecca.”
It was her turn to sigh. “Very well. What else is involved?”
“It will be easier to show you than tell you.”
She tried to pretend the thought of another little death didn’t send a dart of anticipation throughout her body. “May I be free now?”
He leaned over the edge of the bed, plucking the dagger from the floor. “Hold out your hands.”
Rebecca’s compliance earned her freedom. Reflexively, she rubbed her wrists, though the bonds had not been tight enough to restrict circulation. Once Christoph had cut through the bonds on her feet, she was able to pull her legs apart, and she noticed the cramps in her thighs.
When he leaned forward to kiss her, Rebecca didn’t bother to keep up her pretense of no response. What was the point now? He had overcome her defenses, but it hadn’t been an unpleasant experience. She ardently submitted to his kisses, returning them with equal fervor.
Soon, he was kneeling between her thighs. “I fear you will not enjoy this aspect so much, Rebecca.”
She found that difficult to believe, remembering the last experience. “I am ready.” She frowned as he pulled on her thighs, bringing her pussy closer to his cock. “What are you doing?”
“Claiming your maidenhead.”
“But…” She nibbled on her lip and winced as her teeth raked across the exposed wound. “How?”
He lifted a brow. “It requires a joining between us.”
Her eyes widened as she remembered her sister’s account of her wedding night. “Dear Heaven. Could Elizabeth have told me the truth?”
He laughed. “I imagine she did, judging from your look of horror.”
“You cannot,” she blurted. “It is impossible.”
“It is possible and highly pleasurable.”
Rebecca shook her head, but her protests were cut short by his sudden possession. A cry tore from her throat. “It hurts.”
“Only for a few moments, m’lady.”
Rebecca shifted, trying to push him away and relieve herself of the stretched, burning sensation between her thighs. “I do not like this.” She glared up at him, pounding her fists against his chest ineffectually. “I demand you desist.”
Sweat beaded his forehead, and his jaw was tightly clenched. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Quit squirming. Remain still, and the pain will fade.”
“I do not believe you, sir. I wish to end this now.” She put the palms of her hands against his chest, pushing with all of her might. “I said…” She trailed off with a startled gasp as he moved his hand between their bodies. Rebecca’s eyes widened when she felt his thumb sliding across the tiny nub that had given her so much pleasure. To her surprise, the pain began to fade as the tingling sensation took over again. “I—” She moaned as he withdrew slightly, then thrust into her again.
“Has the pain faded, m’lady?”
“It has lessened.” Even as she responded, the pain became negligible, almost completely usurped by the pleasure. Her body responded instinctively to his as her hips rose to meet each of his thrusts. He continued to touch her while he surged into her, and Rebecca felt another explosion coming on. As he filled her again, she felt her insides quiver. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and she started trembling. She clung to him as the little death revisited her. Soon, she was sobbing and crying out his name.
As Rebecca fell back against the bunk, he withdrew. She made a murmur of protest and frowned as she felt wetness across her stomach. “What are you doing?”
“Preventing babies.” Christoph slowly eased away from her, yawning. “I believe this was a most pleasurable bargain we made, m’lady.”
A blush swept across her cheeks, and Rebecca averted her eyes. She refused to confirm his words. “Well, it is over now.”
He chuckled, throwing his arm across her waist. “Not yet. We shall sleep, eat, and partake of each other a bit more before this day ends.”
“But—”
He pulled her head onto his shoulder. “Rest, Rebecca. You will need your energy for later.”
With a sigh, she submitted to his request. She nuzzled her nose deeper into his neck, enjoying the male scent of him. How had she become such a wanton in so short a time? Her lids were heavy, dragging themselves down, and she was too tired to dwell on her descent into decadence. Later, she would worry about that.
* * * * *
She awoke to the pleasurable sensation of his tongue in her pussy, probing for the sensitive spots that elicited so much pleasure. Rebecca blinked open her eyes and raised her head. He had removed the remnants of the nightdress before beginning his exploration, and she was completely nude. Her stomach clenched with excitement at the sight of the pirate kneeling between her legs. “Sir,” she whispered shyly as her juices flooded his mouth. “What are you doing?”
He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Preparing you. I wish to be inside you again.”
She shifted restlessly, pushing her hips upward to reclaim his attention. “So soon?”
“Aye,” he said and returned his mouth to her pussy.
Rebecca tilted her pelvis upwards to allow him better access and winced as her sore muscles protested. Soon, his tongue made the flash of pain a memory, and she buried her hands in his hair, pulling him more firmly against her. She felt a twinge of conscience as she imagined the picture they presented: her legs spread wide and Christoph lying between them. What would Mama say if she knew?
She bit back a giggle at the thought of her mother catching them. Rebecca would be as horrified as her mother, but she couldn’t resist picturing the expression Mama would have on her face. If she had been near apoplexy the time Rebecca, as a child, lifted her skirt to her knee to show off a nasty scab to her cousin, she would probably collapse if she saw what her daughter was doing this day.
Within seconds, her thoughts detoured from Mama’s reaction as Christoph’s tongue pressed firmly against her clit and began rotating in slow circles. His hands were under her buttocks, kneading her cheeks and pressing her upward. Rebecca moaned as her lower body clenched with anticipation. Her nipples throbbed almost painfully, and she reached up to rub them to ease the ache.
When Christoph sucked the nub into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, she cried out and tightened her thighs around his head. Within seconds, the first wave of an orgasm swept over her, and she was convulsing. He continued to slide his tongue through her pussy, causing already sensitive areas to become supersensitive. Before the first little death faded, another was upon her.
She trembled and shook, and slowly her body calmed. Her heartbeat slowed in her ears, and her legs stopped shaking. Rebecca took a deep breath and stopped rubbing her nipples.
Christoph lifted his head and licked his lips. “You have a delicious pussy, m’lady.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
He chuckled and traced his fingers across the swollen lips of her cleft. “Your pussy is not only beautiful but tasty. I could eat you for hours.”
A hot blush swept up her neck, across her cheeks, and settled in her ears. “You should not say such things.” She tried to deny the way her pussy spasmed at his inappropriate words.
He sighed and raised himself onto his knees. As he crawled up the bed toward her, his cock jutted out.
She quickly slid her eyes from it, still not able to look at his cock or touch it. When he lay down on top of her, she spread her legs farther. She frowned as he lowered his head. “What are you doing, sir?”
“I am attempting to kiss you, m’lady,” he said, and his lips brushed against hers. “Did you not find the experience pleasurable…before?” His last word was spoken into her mouth as his lips parted hers.
Rebecca remained still as his mouth touched hers gently. Christoph’s mouth pressed more firmly on her own, and his tongue slipped through her parted lips, stroking across her tongue.
She jumped when she tasted her own juices on his tongue. The taste was musky and salty but not unpleasant. As he explored her mouth, his hand cupped her breast, and he fondled the nipple.
Rebecca’s thighs clenched as a jolt of electricity shot through her. She felt her pussy getting wet again as his tongue pressed against the back of hers while his fingers massaged her nipple. “Please,” she moaned into his mouth. She was exhausted, but she wanted him to work his delicious magic again and bring her the little death.
Without moving his mouth from hers, Christoph adjusted their position, and his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy.
Rebecca whimpered as he pushed into her. The brief pain she had felt earlier returned in force, making her cry aloud. She pushed against him, urgent to dislodge him.
He moved away quickly. “Is there pain?”
She nodded.
“It is too soon, m’lady.” He sighed and sat up. “You cannot take me again, I think.”
Disappointment darted through her, but she wasn’t able to overcome her aversion to pain, even with the promise of pleasure. “I do not think so, sir,” she agreed.
He shrugged. “There are other ways.”
She frowned as he leaned over to retrieve her dressing gown from the floor. When he returned to the bed and stretched out beside her, she watched with puzzlement, waiting for him to explain.
“It is an interesting sensation, the silk against my cock.”
“I do not understand, sir.” What did he want from her?
“I will show you what to do.” Christoph took a corner of the garment and wrapped it around his hand. Then he took his cock in his hand and began to slide his hand up and down.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, fascinated by what she saw.
“Relieving myself.” With his free hand, he took one of hers and brought it to the dressing gown. “Sit up. You will do it now.”
She sat up, frowning as he pushed her hand against the silk. She mimicked his motion of wrapping it around her hand as he moved his hand from his cock. Her gaze flicked across it, taking in the engorged head and purplish tint, before she quickly looked away. “I cannot—“
“You can. Grasp my cock firmly.”
Rebecca wet her lips and fumbled for his cock, determined not to look down. She heard his breath hiss through his teeth as she cradled him in her hands. “Now what, sir?”
“Move your hand up and down.”
She did so, intrigued by how hard his shaft was through the barrier of the silk. It was like nothing she had ever felt.
“Maintain a firm grip, Rebecca,” he reminded.
She squeezed her hand around his cock and rubbed him with the silk. She heard his breath coming in ragged gasps and realized she was breathless too. A flood of warmth between her thighs caused her to squirm, and when his hips bucked against her hand, her pussy spasmed.
“Faster,” he grunted. His face was bright red, and he looked like he was in pain.
“Are you certain?”
He nodded, appearing to struggle with the simple movement.
She increased the speed of her hand as his cock swelled in her hand. Rebecca continued to squeeze and stroke him as he thrust against her hand. When she felt warm stickiness splash against the silk, immediately followed by a slight softening of his cock, she instinctively loosened her hold and moved her hand away.
Christoph lay on his back, panting heavily, for several moments. Gradually, his breathing slowed, and his color returned to normal. He lifted his arm and pushed back her hair with his fingers. “I do wish we had more time, m’lady. You are an excellent pupil. I can only imagine the things I could teach you.”
She dropped her gaze from his. “The day is almost done, sir.”
“Aye. Let us rest awhile, Rebecca.” He moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her forward until her face was against hers. “Kiss me.”
She kissed him enthusiastically, feeling a twinge of regret when he pulled away. She settled against him, and her eyes closed. She could feel sleep forcing itself upon her, and her last thought was the pirate would be gone when she next awoke. She knew it with absolute certainty, and the knowledge was accompanied by another dart of regret.