Those bruises bothered him. Picky Pete had to have put them there. It took every bit of willpower to not go down to the brig and strangle him. Just looking at the bruise Pete had put on her cheek angered him. He knew that some women preferred sex a bit rough. But his woman was an innocent. She was made for the pure joy of sex. He paused, realizing what he had just thought. His woman. Yes, she was his. He wanted to protect her, to keep her just for himself. The sooner she realized it, the better.
Never before had one woman haunted him so. The thought that another man might touch her drove him to distraction. He knew he had been her first despite her unknown past and that thought somehow pleased him.
What had been her past? She had not been married nor did she have any children, for surely any husband could not resist her charms. But what of her family? She must have had one – she was basically in good health. She was not skinny nor underfed. She certainly was not fat. Her body was beautiful, tits full and firm with tasty pink nipples, narrow waist and curvy hips. Her skin was soft yet firm, and so pale that she couldn't possibly work outside in the sun. He paused, clearing his thoughts.
This next mark would be their last before Wexling. Tomorrow was when the attack was planned. He would lock Samantha in the cabin with Toby. They would just have to be safe there. Then on to Wexling. Meanwhile, there was tonight. She should be the perfect diversion. His cock twitched in anticipation.
*****
Samantha finally cried herself dry as she tried to put the bloody memory out of her mind. She had exhausted herself and lay on the bunk, resting.
"You're too tenderhearted." She heard the voice in her head. Who could have said that? She knew it had been said to her, but who had uttered those words. It was a female voice and she felt that the name was just beyond her grasp. The harder she tried to remember, the further it drifted away until all she was left with was the start of a headache, and those words. And the certainty that they had been said to her some time in her past by someone dear to her.
Just how long would her memory be missing? How long would the past be shrouded in the fog of mystery? Her dreams were lost to her too. She knew she dreamed, though the most of what passed through her mind during these somnolent periods, was lost to her, wisping away with the mist of sleep. There was only one image that seemed to stay, to reappear over and over in her mind's eye, though it made no sense. It was a pirate. He stood on the deck of his ship, long black hair, curled and shiny. Above his smirking lips was a long mustache, its waxed ends extravagantly twirling in curly ques out to the side like cat's whiskers. From his chin was a goatee, long and also curled. He wore an ornate hat, red with gold accents, leaning on his rapier with black boots crossed and an amused look on his face.
He stood there proudly in his long woolen underwear.
Who was this man, this pirate? And how could she possible know him, this man in his undergarments. It was all too embarrassing, and confusing.
She so wished she could go back to what her old way of life must have been. Maybe she had a family, a beau, a promise of a happy life. But even if that had once been true, it could no longer be. She was used goods, she berated herself. Accept it and move on. What man would want her now, now that another man had taken the one thing that was hers alone to give. Now that Jake had ravished her, had spread her legs and...
She noticed an empty feeling growing in that spot and subconsciously clenched those internal muscles as if trying to squeeze a non-existent cock. Her hips began to grind and fingers reached up to caress her aching breast and tits through her shirt. Slowly her hands traveled down to slip beneath the pants and skim the soft pubic curls. They felt slightly damp and when she reached her slit, she was shocked to find it slick and quite wet. Jake had awakened a sleeping giant and even though she felt that sex outside of marriage was wrong, this was something that she seemed to have no say about. Her body wanted it – craved it.
She slipped her fingers in the wetness, feeling a flutter down there. Slowly her finger slid easily inside her needy hole, feeling foreign and yet right but too small. She still felt an aching, a longing for more. Pulling out, she tried two fingers and still found it lacking. What she really wanted was Jake. Jake. His broad shoulders. That chest pressed against her as his chest hairs tickled her nipples. His strong arms wrapped around her body, hands roaming wherever he pleased. His mouth crushing hers, parting her lips and claiming her mouth. His hips grinding hers as his manhood thrust repeatedly into her.
She thrust her fingers in and out of her wet gash, attempting to imitate what his cock did but still found it wanting. Then her fingers found that spot just hidden under her pubic curls and suddenly fire shot through her. She stroked it in a tight circle sliding her wetness around it. Her heart raced but no matter how she tried she couldn't achieve what Jake made her feel when he had sex with her. Frustrated, she stopped, somewhat defeated. Just what kind of woman had she become? Wanton and lustful?
She pulled her fingers back out of her pants, smelling her desire on her fingertips. She got up and crossed to clean her hands in the bowl of water and dry them. Was she now a harlot, a strumpet? What she needed was a change of scenery! She leaned out the door to call on her chaperone.
As if on cue, Toby popped his head round the corner.
"Yes, Miz Samantha?"
"Toby, I want to go up on deck." She had to get out of that room. Toby tugged on his forelock and grinned at her.
"Shur, Miz Samantha." His infectious smile made her feel better and she was soon strolling in the sun and wind as Toby walked beside her pointing out different parts of the ship. Overhead the sails whipped and snapped. Around her men continued their work. No one but Toby paid attention to her. Her blonde hair blew around her head, down her back and around her shoulders like a cloud. The salt air smelled somehow clean and fresh, blowing away the nastiness of earlier today. She could taste the salt on her lips from the occasional spray of seawater. Looking over the side, she peered deep in the dark blue water, imagining various sea creatures, both real and fictional. Toby said something and the wind carried her light laugh to a quiet Jake standing out of her field of vision.
As the afternoon wound down, she stood against the railing watching the sun dip towards night, streaking from yellow to orange to red to purple to dark blue. White clouds dotted the sky and Samantha felt wonder at the beauty before her. She somehow knew that she had never before seen such a beautiful sunset. One last deep breath before she turned to Toby and they headed back down to the cabin. The young man left her inside and headed to get her meal. Halfway to the galley, Jake met him and told him to bring food for both him and Samantha and then the lad would be free for the rest of the evening.
Samantha found Jake's brush and attempted to tame her windblown tresses. She resolved that the next time she went out she would braid her hair and save this mess from happening again. But this afternoon she had needed the healing powers of the wind to blow away the memories of the day.
The door opened behind her and she tensed, knowing it was him. Closing the door, he crossed to stand behind her. He took the brush from her hand and began to gently tame the tangles running down her back.
"Did you enjoy your outing?" His voice sounded forced.
