She was scared...blindfolded and alone. Would anyone rescue her? The creek of the heavy door startled her. Strong arms grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.
"No, please let me go!" she screamed.
"Quiet or I will gag you...now come along the Captain waits," the gruff voice whispered in her ear with a chuckle.
A twinge of fear raced through her body. He pulled her along, her heeled boots echoing on the wooden floor. Another door groaned open and she was pushed inside, stumbling forward. The door slammed behind her. She regained her composure and stood in the musty room, the scent of the ocean filling her senses. Was she alone? She reached up to tug on her eye restraint, and then she heard him.
"Hands down, wench," the voice bellowed, filling her with terror. She slowly lowered her hands to her side, trembling. She felt him move closer to her, felt his presence before her. A sharp gasp escaped her quivering lips as his hand touched her face. Recoiling from him in surprise, He grabbed her by the hair.
"Stay still, wench," he growled so close she could feel his warm breath on her face. "You are my captive now. You will do as I say" With his hands still wrapped in her hair, he removed the cloth imprisoning her eyes. The soft fabric fell away but she remained in her darkness, eyes held together tightly.
"Look at me, girl," he ordered, voice booming. Slowly parting her lids to let the dim light of the room in, she looked up into the eyes of her captor. Those eyes, they were so dark, so mysterious, so demanding. She quickly dropped her eyes, fearing to gaze upon them longer would paralyze her.
He smirked and pulled her head back, "you are mine now, wench," roughly pressing his lips against her. She squeezed her lips together, keeping him out, attempting to move away. He pulled back from her, looking down on her.
She drew back and slapped his face, "Release me this instant," she demanded in a wavering tone, unable to conceal her fright.
Releasing her hair, he grabbed her wrists and squeezed, "I'll release you," he chuckled fiendishly, "when you scream my name."
"Never," she screamed, shaking with panic. "Let me go!"
He leaned in again, his kiss urgent, harsh. His tongue threatening to invade her mouth, she felt her resolve weakening, her body betraying her. His masculine scent filling her nostrils, his air chapped lips crushing hers. Her lips parted slightly and his tongue penetrated her, she could taste the sweet flavor of whiskey. His hungry kiss held so much passion her knees began to buckle. He released his hold on her lips and chuckled at the effect he was having on her. His smug reaction to her susceptibility, angered her. She stomped down on his foot and struggled to get away. His grip on her wrists clamped down, making her wince in pain. He reached for her bodice and ripped it open in once fluid motion. Yanking her gown off her shoulders, down her arms, pinning her arms at her side.
"Stop this," she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I told you, this will stop when you admit you are mine." He laughed maniacally as he traced his fingers down the side of her cheek. She pulled back from his touch, torn between disgust for her captor and the lust beginning to fill her.
His hand reached down, making its way up under her petticoats, rough hands traveling up her legs to her thighs. His eyes held her in his gaze, looking deep into her soul. A soft whimper escaped her parted lips.
"Mmmmm lace panties," he smirked and in a flash they were ripped away from her body, exposing her to his touch. She gasped. His finger drove deep into her, "Such a wet little wench," he laughed. "No," she panted, fighting her desire,
"Stop...please."
Another finger slid into her slick tunnel, pumping in and out of her, feeling her muscles grasping him. Her juices seeping down his fingers as he watched her squirm on his hand. His thumb reached up to her swollen button, rubbing slow circles, savoring her whimpers and soft moans.
