Bound by the Buccaneer (8 page)

“Ride me,” Miles ordered her.

Those two little words lit a fire in her belly and she cast her legs astride him, eager to feel the tumescence of his enormous cock fill her. She placed her hands on his rock-hard abdomen and traced the dips and well-defined ridges under her fingertips. Her pussy creamed at the intoxicating contradiction of smooth and rippled, soft and hard.

She rose to a kneeling position and ground her pelvis against his. His cock reached up for her warm crevice, and rubbing her outer lips against him, she realized how slick she already was from Pugwash’s invasion. The outrageous naughtiness of allowing two men’s cocks inside her one after the other sent a little thrill through her, and she giggled to herself thinking of the depraved secret she now shared with these three men.

Just as she impaled herself on the stiff cock between her legs, she felt a tap on her left shoulder. When she turned her head, Edward crushed his mouth against hers. As her pussy stretched around Miles’ immense girth she offered Edward a passionate, over the shoulder kiss. Edward’s hands traveled across her chest, his fingers played with her already erect nipples, pinching and twisting, making her tongue search his mouth for relief.

Leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, Edward continued caressing her breasts and whispered in her ear, “I want your ass.”

Her gut and her asshole clenched in unison. This was what she feared. Gaston had warned her they would want to fuck both her holes at the same time, all of them in fact. She couldn’t imagine how her body could possibly accommodate all that, but as concerned as she was, she couldn’t see herself saying no now and spoiling things. She braced herself and hoped it wasn’t too difficult to endure.

Sensing her reticence, Edward promised, “I’ll be gentle.”

Frederica bit her lip and nodded to him.

From underneath her Miles pulled her shoulders roughly out of Edward’s grasp toward him. He caught her in another kiss as he lifted her hips up and down on his steel rod.

“Fuck him, Frederica. I want to watch you fuck him,” Edward said behind her. Being given such orders ignited a fire inside her, and Frederica raised and lowered herself down onto Miles, their mouths continuing to nip and suckle at each other.

Soon the now-familiar but nerve-wracking feeling of Edward’s finger was in her ass again. Refusing to be cowed, Frederica focused on the oral pursuits that occupied her and Miles. Then she felt Edward grab her hips and a larger, more insistent presence nudged at her rear entry. When Edward pushed through the tight circular muscle that guarded the opening of her hole, she shouted into Miles open mouth then buried her face in his neck.

“It will get easier in a few minutes,” Edward said reassuring her.

Miles stroked her hair. “He’s right. It will,” Miles said, echoing the sentiment.

“Aye,” Pugwash added and stroked her back softly. The tender gesture from the hard man was such an unexpected juxtaposition that it distracted her for a moment. It gave her a new insight into the small man, and touched her.

As Edward pushed farther into her ass Frederica whimpered. How much longer would the agony continue? She clutched Miles’ upper arms with all her strength, unsure if she could stand the pain.

Then Edward’s cock slid backward. He’d oiled it with something so that it slid out then in more smoothly and finally, slowly, her muscles began to work in tandem with him.

“You fuck her, and I’ll hold her,” Miles directed Edward.

Edward did just that, slowly piercing and stretching her tiniest hole as her cunt was impaled on Mile’s thick cock. The movements made her come up and away from Miles, his cock sliding in and out of her at the same time, each thrust stimulating both her holes.

Passion overtook her and Frederica kissed and nipped on Miles’ thick, muscular neck until Pugwash took her by the hair and lifted her head. He pulled her to the side of the table where her lips were level with his swollen cock. Still controlling her head with her hair, he said, “Suck on this, princess.”

Again, being given sexual commands aroused her, gave her a warm tipsy feeling in her stomach. She opened her mouth obediently, licked his shaft and took him as deeply into her mouth as she could manage while still breathing.

The world slowed down, and she’d been reduced to nothing more than a sexual plaything, her body there for the sole purpose of pleasing this group of men. At the same time, the things they did to her felt incredible, and she reveled in the sensations. One cock fucked her ass while another fucked her pussy, and now her only other hole was filled with cock. Becoming an instrument of these men’s pleasure made her feel as alive as she ever had before. For the first time she wondered if Gaston had known how much she would enjoy the experience. He must have, and she must remember to thank him for arranging this tryst which furthered her carnal education, a task Gaston had always taken quite seriously.

The pain in her ass had morphed into pleasure. Her pussy thrummed with need and she relished the feel of her ass being pummeled at the same time.

Miles’ hand crept between their sandwiched bodies and tweaked her nipple. “Ride me, Frederica. Ride me now,” he growled.

She wanted to comply, but how? How could she possibly move? Her entire body was controlled by their movements—Pugwash fucking her throat, Edward fucking her ass, and Miles pinching her and thrusting up into her from underneath.

Edward grabbed her hips and helped her put more weight on her knees then he assisted her, lifting her cunt up and down onto Miles’ cock. In the process he moved in and out of her ass. She tried to keep Pugwash in her mouth, but Edward pulled her in the other direction.

As she was inched backward, Pugwash gripped his cock. He jerked it while watching her fuck the other two men simultaneously. Then he closed his eyes and tugged his cock until a stream of white fluid flew in her direction, most of it landing on her full silky breasts.

The smell of cum hit her nostrils, and the debauchery of the scene invigorated her. With renewed vigor she turned her energy to riding Miles and taking Edward’s punishing cock in her ass at the same time. The feeling of being filled was overwhelming and though the movements among the three of them were small, they were extreme in their intensity. It only took a few minutes of hard fucking before Frederica felt on the verge of climax. It approached and crashed over her like the tallest wave in the ocean—building, building, building, until it finally broke. She rode with gusto, bliss spilling out of every pore, and she hoped it would never end.

Once she fell over the edge, Miles reached up and held her torso up by her shoulders, and Edward steadied her bottom. Then both men ramped up the speed, Miles fucking her from below and Edward from behind. Frederica thought she might be smashed in two, but she could only moan, thinking if one had to be split in two, there was no better way to do it.

Moments later both men pulled out and ejaculated upon her. Edward leaked his silky fluid on her ass, and Miles shot his onto her abdomen. She watched lazily as some of Miles’ semen ran down the sides of his cock.

Frederica collapsed next to Miles who curled her into the crook of his arm.

Pugwash had begun dressing, and Edward patted her on the hip. Shy again, he thanked her before donning his clothes.

“Will you clean my cock, beautiful Frederica?” Miles asked staring into her eyes, his fingers playing with her hair.

She knew what he meant for Gaston often asked her to mop up his seed with her mouth. Shifting her position, she brought her head down over his cock, which stood at half-mast. Sucking it into her mouth, she licked the sticky bitter substance from it and made a great show of swallowing it.

If this was to be the last task she performed for these men she wanted to finish her work in a memorable fashion.

Chapter Ten

Gaston paced back and forth on the rough cobblestone street outside the entrance to the Lucky Sloop. He wasn’t certain how long Frederica had been inside with Appling and the rest, but whatever the length it was too long for him. He’d drunk more than he should have that morning and had fallen asleep briefly. One of the crew members awoke him to inquire about a task Gaston had given them. Too late Gaston realized he’d missed Freddie’s departure. Now, as he stood under the swaying palms, his head pounded and he felt a longing for Frederica that could only compare with the desperation that scrawny excuse for a cat must have experienced only days prior.

Kicking a pebble across the walk, he wondered how he could possibly have agreed to subject his precious Frederica to the carnal demands of a group of men? Pirates even! On the surface the captains appeared civilized enough, but under the surface he knew twisted, even cruel intentions could lurk in the hearts of men. Men, as a lot, were savages, he decided running a hand over his dreads. What had he done?

A crash came from the building that served as a kitchen for the inn. The noise brought him back into the present, reminding him that when Frederica and her lovers left the building he would have to make himself scarce. It would not do to have the men suspect he harbored excessive concerns over Frederica’s welfare, or worse that he was jealous of their attentions to her. No, he must come across nonplussed, unruffled by the affair.

He stroked his chin, not at all certain that he could exact an indifferent countenance on the outside when he was a churning tangle of emotions on this inside. He felt as if he would choke on his jealousy, and his throat threatened to close. This had him constantly tugging on his collar searching for more air. His normally hearty appetite had left him, and he wasn’t sure he had eaten anything since the agreement.

He balled his fists. The thought of the other men touching Frederica, kissing her, entering her, fucking her… He stopped himself for fear he would retch. When he’d offered her up for the other men’s pleasure he’d been thinking with his head, searching for a solution that would quash their last-minute objections. Sadly, in doing so he had ignored his heart.

It took some time for what he’d done to sink in, how he’d sabotaged his own relationship with Frederica. He was accustomed to her being the one who pined for him. Now the shoe was on the other foot, and it infuriated him. Because something deep inside him told him that even though she had agreed to perform these duties at his behest, the entire situation had made him realize how much she meant to him, how much he needed her, and wanted her all to himself. And it irked him to feel so intensely about a woman.

His mind wandered back to what must be happening inside. Even though Hatch was present as a bodyguard for Frederica and he knew the giant would not allow her to be harmed physically, Gaston worried about how the tryst would affect her mentally. This morning she’d been frightened. What if the experience proved too much for her? God forbid he ruined her, his precious Frederica.

He shook his head as he paced. There had been no choice in the matter. Had he allowed the other men to witness his true feelings for Frederica, they would have walked away from the bargaining table—they’d said as much. His counterparts’ ships were crucial to the survival and protection of every man aboard the
Ocean’s Knave
, as well as Frederica herself. It was an untenable situation, and he could think of no other recourse other than to allow the men to use her for their amusement. Wiping his brow, he only hoped he’d be able to pick up the pieces that were left when they were finished with her.

He heard the creak of the door opening and he hid behind a large palm tree. Men’s laughter carried over to him and he peered around the tree’s husk-covered trunk. The three men were exiting the inn. They had the distinct look of men leaving a whorehouse. Pugwash lit his pipe and clapped Chatham on the back. Chatham laughed, and Appling adjusted his breeches.

Gaston felt an infuriating mixture of anger and helplessness bubble up in his blood. He wanted to rush over and cut the men down where they stood, but he forced himself to stay hidden. Summoning every ounce of restraint he had, he flattened his back against the tree and worked to breathe normally. Several minutes later, he heard the door open again. He craned his neck to see, and saw Frederica with Hatch walking alongside her.

In his imagination he had pictured she would re-emerge from the encounter a wreck— sad, possibly even tearful. He’d envisioned a forlorn Frederica, damaged and emotionally beaten, perhaps even angry.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

A glorious-looking Frederica practically skipped down the path. Her cheeks boasted a rosy glow, and a satisfied smile stretched wantonly across her face. Her gait was slightly wobbly and she looked as though she were in the middle of a particularly pleasing daydream.

It had been his intention to come out from behind the tree and comfort her as she passed, but he found himself unable to move. His boots suddenly felt as heavy as if they’d been full of wet sand. He tried to call out to her, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out.

She and Hatch passed by, showing no signs of having seen him. As he watched Frederica’s hips sway into the distance, he stomped a foot in irritation. Damn them all for making him feel impotent and unable to control the situation.

Adjusting the lapels of his coat, he marched into the inn. He could use another shot of rum.

* * *

Frederica put the encounter with Appling, Chatham, and Pugwash behind her. It had been amazing in many ways, introducing her to how other men made love, giving her a broader sexual experience, but it had been a one-time encounter. The day after the rendezvous she’d replayed what had happened over and over in her head. She’d gotten aroused again and even felt herself blushing. Remembering what the men had done to her filled her with a deliciously warm feeling, and she’d dipped her finger between her legs and pleasured herself thinking about it.

However, a few days had passed and life was returning to usual. The crew was making ready for their next voyage. Supplies were being readied, and she had found a seamstress in the area who had fitted her for some new clothes. In addition to a couple of dresses, she’d also ordered some breeches and shirts that were not unlike those Gaston and the other captains wore, except they were decidedly more feminine.