Rescued by the Buccaneer (11 page)

“Join me!” she shouted over the crash of the water from the falls.

He remained still. He’d come to a crossroads. Unsure which direction he should take, he hesitated.

“Don’t tell me you’re frightened by a little ole girl like me,” she baited him with a coy expression that told him she had more feminine wiles in her arsenal than she’d let on.

A dark laugh sprang from his throat. This young maiden had no idea with whom she was toying. It had been a long time since he’d dominated a woman, and while he usually had no use for virgins, this one was entirely too enticing. He wondered what she would do if he took her up on her flirtations. She was apt to get more than she bargained for, but it would serve her right, the little vixen.

She slid under the water into a flip, reminding him of a playful river otter. When her head popped up again, she beckoned to him. Her ripe, full breasts rose above the water, the small pink buds erect. Then she tossed her hair behind her shoulders, improving his view.

His cock strained against his breeches, making the decision for him. With a conscious effort, he set aside all his misgivings and doubts about the situation and peeled off his clothes.

Stripped naked, he captured her gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he walked slowly, purposely into the pool, the cool blue-green water invigorating him. When he reached her, he planted his hands on her hips and kissed her, exorcising his pent up passion. She returned his kisses with an unexpected ardor. Perhaps there was hope for his little virgin yet.

Breathless, she pulled away. Taking his swollen cock in her dainty hand, she whispered, “Show me.”

He chuckled. “What it is you’d like me to show you?” He intended to embarrass her. If she was woman enough for the task, let her ask for it outright. That way there could be no question of it later.

Her cherubic face was all innocence when she replied, “The ways of love” She swallowed hard, then added, “Master.”

“Did you just call me Master?” He smiled in disbelief.

She frowned and punched him on the bicep. “Stop making fun of me. I’m serious. I want to know. Teach me.” She stood on her tippy-toes and pressed her lips to his. “Please.”

The ‘please’ was what sent him over the edge. “Alright, my dear. You win.”

He took her by the hand and led her to the base of the waterfall, the fragrant scent of plumeria thick in the wet air. “Kneel,” he told her.

Running her hands down his torso, she knelt before him, her hands clutching his thighs.

“Open that pretty mouth,” he commanded.

She did so willingly.

“Wider,” he said and passed the tip of his penis between her ruby red lips. “Use your tongue. Try not to scratch too much with your teeth as that can hurt.”

She followed his directions well, boldly locking eyes with him. A shiver raced up his spine. Damn, staring into those haunting eyes as she pleasured him drove him wild.

His fingers dove into her hair and massaged her scalp. Holding her head tightly, he began to move in and out of her hot little mouth, pushing inside until he hit the back of her throat, her soft gurgles spurring him on. He loved her servicing him with her mouth, offering up that intimate part of herself to do with as he saw fit.

Then he leaned back, almost pulling out and ordered her, “Suck the head. Lick the underside.”

She followed his directions, taking him in slowly, then swallowing him deeper. He was impressed that she did everything he asked of her, putting in great effort.

He took her hand and placed it on his balls. “Play with these.”

“How? What should I do?”

“Roll them around in your hands. Put them in your mouth.”

She parted her lips and took one into her mouth while fondling the other. He relaxed as the pleasure rippled down into his toes. It amazed him that she was new at this; the girl was a natural. Watching the top of her head, her mouth working on him feverishly, he was overcome with the joy that could be felt only by dominating a woman.

He patted her on the head. “Good girl.”

She sputtered a giggly, happy sound.
Aha!
She responded to being praised. Knowing what aroused her would help him love her better.

He traced her cheek with his hand and put his cock back in her mouth. Grabbing bits of her hair from both sides of her head, he fucked her face, using her locks as reigns, pulling her towards him. As he used more force, she garbled something that sounded like a protest.

“Would you like me to stop?” he challenged her.

She shook her head, but he ceased and withdrew his cock from her mouth. When he did, she wiped a string of saliva from her determined-looking face.

He pulled her to her feet and embraced her. “You did a good job.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He bent to kiss her deeply, his tongue invading her already ravaged mouth. She followed his lead and explored his mouth with her own.

“Come with me.” He took her by the hand and guided her under the curtain of water. The forceful turret pummeled and pricked their heads and shoulders as they passed under it. On the other side, he revealed the secret grotto behind the waterfall. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around, taking in the beauty of the wet rock hideaway.

“Here,” he said pointing to a smooth slab of the cavern floor. “Lie down here.”

She dropped to the floor, holding her hand out to him as she reclined. “It’s incredible. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

He joined her on the ground. Covering her with soft kisses, he said, “This is only the beginning.”

She trembled underneath him.

“I will be gentle,” he reassured her.

Caressing her breast with his hand, he kissed her behind the ear. His lips travelled down her neck to that delightful nipple that perked up, begging for his attention. He heard her moan as he flicked his tongue across it.

“Good girl. Now lie back and let me take care of you.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

He found a clump of soft, green moss to act as a cushion underneath her head. “Spread your legs for me.”

Shyly, she opened them slightly.

“No!” he reprimanded. “Wider.”

She opened them a few inches more.

Placing his hands on her thighs, he stretched her legs as far as they could go. “
That
is what I mean.”

She whimpered, “Sorry.”

He slapped the inside of her left thigh.

“Oww!” she whined, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Do as I say, little girl, or you will earn another spanking.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now lie back.”

She complied and he massaged the place on her thigh he’d smacked.

Adjusting his position, he settled between her splayed thighs and touched his tongue to her lower lips, tracing them with the tip, sucking the tender folds into his mouth, circling around, then sliding languorously from her entrance, up her center, to her sensitive little nub. Sucking the tiny button into his mouth, he brushed his tongue over it, eliciting a delighted jerk of her hips.

“Gaston!” she cried wantonly, throwing her head to the side.

“I thought you were going to call me Master,” he snickered.

“Master,” she corrected herself.

The flush of her cheeks, the sparkle of her eyes, the swell of her bosom—they all aroused him. She was stunningly beautiful in that fever-filled state.

To prepare her inexperienced cunt, he inserted a finger inside her. Her hips lifted in response, and she bit down on that flaming red lip of hers, her reaction telling him she welcomed the intrusion. Her juices ran down his hand as he worked another one into her eager pussy.

She wriggled underneath him. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what?” he asked, pretending he didn’t know.

“Please take me.”

Covering her body with his, he positioned his cock just outside her entrance, his hips pressed against her so that the head massaged her clit.

Then he entered her at last, and her body froze underneath him.

“Are you all right?” he asked, sweeping a lock of hair from her face.

She nodded, biting her lip harder.

“I will go slowly. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

She nodded again.

He eased out, then thrust again. Damn if her pussy wasn’t tight. No wonder she felt some discomfort. He hoped she could relax and allow him to fill her.

Gently, he took her and watched as the frown on her face transformed into a mask of desire. She was at her most beautiful now, with her eyes half-closed and her lips parted in passion. The glorious woman beneath him was giving up her most precious gift to him. The thought unleashed the ardor he was feeling, and he drove into her with more force.

She squealed and tugged at his hair. “Yes, Master! Please Master!”

He persisted, intent on bringing her to orgasm before taking his own pleasure. Wrapping her arms around him, she gripped him tightly and lifted her hips to meet his. She ground against him with an intensity that he was not accustomed to.

It thrilled him that she was enjoying their coupling to such a degree. Her desire fueled his own and he kissed her hard, taking her mouth as he had her pussy. His tongue thrust into her, matching his cock thrust for thrust. With one hand he reached down and pinched her nipple, making her squirm in ecstasy.

Then he lifted her ankles around his neck and grabbed onto her ass cheeks so that he might penetrate her deeper. Beginning with long strokes, he eased his cock in and out of her smoldering channel, increasing the pace until he felt like a runaway train coursing down the tracks.

Her head began to sway from side to side in lust’s stranglehold, her eyes open but not seeing. Finally, a lusty moan escaped her lips as her climax overtook her body and she lay trembling underneath him.

As she came, the walls of her cunt clenched around his cock, and he felt as if he’d like to die fucking this woman, the sensation was so incredibly divine. When her quivering subsided, she collapsed, a look of surrendered bliss on her lovely face. His balls tightened, the build-up almost too exquisite to bear, and he thrust a few more times before spilling his seed inside her. The rush he felt coming inside her was one he’d forgotten, and he wondered if he’d ever had sex so good before.

Breathing heavily, he curled her into his arms and stroked her hair. “How did you find that, my dear?” He knew she had climaxed, and she had no other sexual experience for comparison, yet he anticipated her response. This struck him as odd, seeing he’d never much cared before about his partner’s experience.

“It hurt somewhat at the beginning. Burned. Sort of like you shoved your sword inside me. But then it got better.” Her eyes gleamed. “I enjoyed the last part a great deal. I should like to do it again.”

Her enthusiasm filled him with joy. None of the women he’d been intimate with in the past had shown their zeal for coupling. His wife had endured it, and most of the prostitutes he’d been with seemed bored by the act.

Snug in each other’s arms, they listened drowsily to the sound of the rushing water outside. Just before he drifted off to sleep, Gaston realized Frederica had indelibly stamped a place for herself onto his soul.

Chapter Twelve

Gaston had planned for them to camp on the beach, but instead they slept in each other’s arms under the shelter of the grotto. The next morning, delicate streams of sunlight pierced the gaps in the curtain of water and awakened Frederica.

She stretched her arms, then fell back against Gaston. He rubbed his eye, and she smiled at him. As a girl, she’d never dreamed she’d fall for a pirate, especially a pirate with one eye. And while she wished he hadn’t lost the eye, she did not pity him. He was much too self-assured a man to pity.

Gaston held her close for a moment, then kissed her on the head before climbing to his feet and offering her a hand. She took it and stood up, and then they dashed through the wall of water and into the pool. After a quick swim, they donned the clothes they’d discarded so quickly the previous afternoon.

“I’m famished. How about you?” Gaston asked.

“Ravenous,” she agreed.

“Let’s make our way back towards the beach, and I’ll try to catch us some fish for breakfast.” He entwined his fingers with hers and they trudged along the path towards the beach.

They had yet to discuss the evening before—her deflowering, as it were. She wished she had a woman friend to speak with about it. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks and her pussy tingled when she relived the experience in her mind.

Along the way Gaston picked up some more coconuts, and before she knew it, they were back at the beach. About forty feet from the jungle, Gaston dropped everything on the sand and asked her to fetch the kindling she’d gathered the previous day.

When she returned with her second armload, she found him bent over the mound of twigs and husks with a round glass object. “What is that?”

“What’s left of a monocle,” he responded, not looking up, his attention trained on the glass, slanting it in one direction, then tilting it slightly.

“Where did it come from? And what are you doing?”

“My pocket. Always keep it with me. I’m building a fire.” A hint of smoke rose from a spot of the husks, and he breathed life into the fragile fire with a whoosh of air from his lips. Gradually, he added more kindling until flames danced up about half a foot. At that point he began to add some of the larger pieces he’d retrieved from the jungle. Handing her a long stick, he asked her if she would tend the fire while he fished.

“I will, but might I get a kiss first?” It was a bold move asking for his affection, but he’d awakened this brazen woman inside of her. Let him be the recipient of this new, shameless desire she experienced.

He responded with a kiss that made her knees wobble. “Pull up your skirts for me.”

She froze.

“Go ahead, girl. Do as I say.” His lip curled into a snarl.

Primly, she lifted her hem to her knees.

“Higher.” She didn’t miss the warning in his voice, recalling the spanking he’d subjected her to on the ship, and she hiked them up to her waist.