Rescued by the Buccaneer (13 page)

“No!” she shrieked involuntarily and struggled to get up.

“Frederica!” he said sharply. “Stop it this instant.”

“But—”

“Frederica, do you trust me or not?”

She steeled herself. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”

“Can you behave?”

“Yes, Master,” she whined.

“Good. See that you do.”

His erection pressed against her again, and she felt him position himself at the very edge of her opening. Then something wet invaded her ass, giving her an uncomfortably full feeling. She squirmed and tried to look back over her shoulder, curious what it was.

“Relax,” he said.

After he said that, she tried her best to hold still. The object, which she guessed was his finger, moved slowly inside her, then slowly retreated. At first her bottom rejected the intrusion, but after a few minutes, she found the sensation became pleasurable as her hole stretched to accommodate him moving inside her.

The carnal desire inside of her built and built until the heat between her legs felt ready to ignite. She wanted nothing more than for him to fill her, plant his pole inside her, and transport her body to that state of bliss he’d so recently introduced her to.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“What was that?” he asked, pretending not to hear.

“Please,” she spoke slightly louder.

“What is it you want, my dear?” his voice was hoarse with a lust of his own.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she admitted.

He continued to tantalize her, tracing the edges of her wet little slit with the head of his cock. The tip rubbed relentlessly against her clit, making her cry out, “Please, Master!”

He stroked her hair. “You have been a good girl.” Then he shoved inside her pussy with a force that surprised her. His cock had already been coated in her juices, so the full length invaded her upon the first plunge. She caught her breath and realized that if she hadn’t already been on the ground, he might have knocked her over.

He clutched her hips and thrust hard into her. She felt the end of him tap her cervix, and her muscles clamped down on him. The way he took her from behind, like an animal, stirred new feelings inside her, making her feel a part of something as old as time itself.

He poured his passion into her, pumping his hips, bringing her closer to exploding with each motion. Then he reached around and pinched her clit, rubbing it between his fingers. The sensation was at the same time intense and heavenly, and she felt herself falling away into the ecstasy.

“That’s it. Let go and come for me,” he growled.

With a primal shudder, she allowed her body the release it craved. Behind closed eyes, bright glittery colors flashed before her, a kaleidoscope of ecstasy, courtesy of her lover. She twitched and groaned, wishing she could hold him close but restricted by her bonds. He pushed into her a few more times before he spilled into her well-loved channel.

Later, when untying her wrists, he asked, “So, are you glad you trusted me?”

“Yes, Master.” With free hands she reached up and clutched him to her, kissing him with the vigor of a well-satisfied woman.

They collapsed in each other’s arms, spent. Within minutes, Gaston was snoring. Contented, she curved her body to fit his and drifted off.

* * *

Frederica had followed Gaston’s directions, and the afternoon project had come together quickly. His ability to assemble a refuge from the hodgepodge of materials lying around impressed her. The man was full of surprises.

That evening the wind gusted and the rain came down in thick sheets. Frederica and Gaston sat under the canopy of their new shelter. Huddling next to him, she was immensely relieved they’d finished the shelter before the storm came in. The sound of thunder had awakened them and they had both bolted upright.

Gaston draped his arm around her, hugging her close, and she cherished the feeling of having someone protect her. For months she’d had no one to rely on but herself, so it was a huge relief to be able to share some of her burdens with another person. She had been without that since she’d lost Cassandra.

They watched lightning flit across the sky, illuminating the beach seconds before each clap of thunder.

“Gaston?” Her heart beat faster.

“Yes?”

“It’s nice being here with you.” She burrowed her head under his chin.

“Yes, it is.”

They were silent for a while, immersed in their roles as spectators of nature’s theater. The constant pattering of the rain lulled them into a relaxed state.

“Gaston, what will we do now? Wait for a ship to come by and rescue us?”

“I don’t know yet. Now that we’ve gotten our basic needs met, food, water, shelter… Tomorrow I will begin formulating a plan. For now, we have everything we need.”

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips overlapping hers. She shifted in his arms, opening herself up to him. When she finally pulled away, she asked tentatively, “Gaston, do you have a wife?”

He shifted his weight slightly away from her. “I did.”

“You
did
? What does that mean?”

“It means she died.” His voice took on a more formal tone, the intimacy they’d shared a moment ago having vanished.

She leaned back to see his face, but she could scarcely make it out in the dark, the downpour having doused the firelight. “That’s terrible. How did she die?”

“Childbirth. You ask an awful lot of questions.”

“I’m sorry. I was just curious. What about the child?”

“A boy. He died along with her.” He shook his head. “It was a long time ago.”

“Is that why you became a pirate?”

“Yes, in part.”

She considered this. “I know it’s not the same thing, but I lost my best friend when Humphrey attacked our ship.”

He nodded.

She picked up a stick and began drawing imaginary shapes on the shelter’s bamboo floor. “I blame myself for her death every day.”

“That’s ridiculous. It wasn’t your fault.” She could hear the scowl in his voice.

“Perhaps, but if it weren’t for me, she would have never been on that ship.”

He took a deep breath but remained silent.

“Do you ever feel guilty? That you’re alive, I mean, and she’s dead?” Her heart lurched at the possibility that he might understand the burden she lived with every waking moment.

“Guilt is not a luxury I afford myself, Frederica.”

A sinking feeling filled her stomach. “But, do you know what I mean?”

He drew her close to him and whispered into her hair, “Yes I do, my dear. Unfortunately, I do.”

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning they awoke to soggy surroundings, but the sun shone brightly, promising to dry up the beach in short order. Gaston provided another fish breakfast, this time with one large fish they split between them. After they ate, he went to find some coconuts. Not far into the jungle, he saw something that stopped him cold.

Footprints in the sand. The prints were fresh, definitely occurring after the rain of the previous night. They looked to be human and not belonging to him or Frederica.

They were not alone on the island. Whether this revelation was good or bad news remained to be seen. In any case, he needed to investigate further. If the owner of the phantom footprints belonged to an unfriendly sort or if they were outnumbered, he and Frederica could be in grave danger.

Without any weapons to speak of, Gaston worried how he would be able to protect himself, much less defend Frederica. He needed to get to the bottom of the situation as soon as possible. Not wanting to leave Frederica on the beach alone, he invited her to explore the island with him. She eagerly agreed and they hiked into the jungle.

He couldn’t be certain how Frederica would respond to his having found evidence of other humans on the island, so he kept the information to himself. No sense getting her all worked up, at least not until he obtained a broader knowledge of the situation.

He followed the tracks without mentioning them to her, and she didn’t seem to notice them. About two miles into the jungle, he lost them. The foliage had grown too thick and the jungle floor was littered with plant debris. He thought of a member of his crew who possessed tremendous tracking skills and wished the man were here. His own tracking skills were average at best.

Since he’d lost the trail of whomever’s footsteps he was tracing, he decided to try to find the pinnacle of the waterfall he’d discovered. It should be a fairly high place, and perhaps he’d have a better vantage point over the island to be able to get a feel for the geography of it.

They trudged through the abundant vegetation, and Gaston swept aside vines so Frederica could pass unhindered. An appreciative smile spread across her face, and he recalled their conversation the night before. She’d brought up the subject of his wife, something he had not discussed with anyone since he left the Carolinas. He kept that side of himself locked away, but somehow Frederica had a key to the deep, dark puzzle pieces that made up his heart—the parts he tucked away and repressed. Be it guilt over making his wife pregnant, which killed her, or lust in the form of domination and his more deviant appetites, Frederica seemed to understand him. And this was something he’d never experienced before. The connection between them was electric, and it was intensifying all the time.

When they grew thirsty, they shared the last of the rum, and Gaston vowed to fill the flask with fresh water at the next source they came upon. He wished he’d thought of it the last time they’d been at the grotto, but he’d forgotten.

It wasn’t like him to make a mistake like that, but in his defense, the lovely Frederica was a distraction. His brain had not been right in several days. He wondered if he would wind up like most men—undone by a beautiful woman. He shook off the idea, telling himself it was probably the hunger and the thirst that had his brain addled. Too many days in the sun with no relief. Straightening his waistcoat, Gaston assured himself the oversight had nothing to do with the woman who was quickly ensnaring his heart.

They followed an uneven path, but Frederica did not complain, even though her bare feet suffered a few minor cuts and scrapes. After a couple of hours, they heard the faint sound of rushing water and Gaston hoped they might be close to the top of the ridge.

“Stay here,” he said, holding her back with his forearm. She stopped, and he felt a thrill at her obedience. He moved closer to the coursing rivulet. The gentle appearance of the rapids was deceptive; the sparkling water tumbled over the rocks at a swift pace. He made a point to fill the flask with fresh water before he forgot a second time.

“Come, Frederica,” he called over his shoulder.

She scampered over. “May we get in?” she asked, pointing to the river.

“No, the current is too strong. If you like we can bathe in the pool by the waterfall later. I won’t take the chance of you getting swept up in the torrent, but you may drink from it.”

She bobbed her head in understanding and lay down on her belly at the edge of the river bank. Stretching her arms in front of her, she scooped the flowing water with cupped hands and drank.

After gulping down copious handfuls, she rolled back onto the mossy bank. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as thirsty in my life as I have been the last few days.” She gazed up at him through a fringe of dark lashes.

“Let’s hope you never will be again.”

Questioning where the drop-off was, he followed the river several yards until he found it. Looking through the trees, he saw that they were atop a bluff, with a stunning view of the ocean in the distance. A few steps further and the bluff dropped off, the earth simply falling away. Looking out into the abyss, he located their pool below, the grotto tucked behind the waterfall just to the left.

“Frederica!”

“Yes?” she called.

“Come here. You must see this.”

She tiptoed over. “What is it?”

“Be careful,” he warned, reaching for her hand. Then he pointed out towards the ocean. He heard a catch in her throat when she discovered the view. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

They stood together for several minutes, enjoying the scenery, before Frederica broke the silence. “Gaston, this is too beautiful. I never dreamed a place could be this lovely. It’s perfect. Can we stay here?”

Her words tugged at his heart. She was so young and naïve. Though she had seen plenty of heartbreak in her life, she had so much more to learn. She made him want to mentor her, to guide her through the challenges she would face, to teach her the ways of the world.

He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “For now.”

She placed her arms around his neck and whined like a child, “Why just for now? Why can’t we stay here?”

“Consider this an enchanting holiday,” he laughed and kissed her.

She was about to protest, but he stopped her by pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. She moaned in response and he began removing her skirts and petticoats.

She knelt in front of him as he’d taught her. Fixing his eyes on hers, he reveled in the way she submitted to his will, giving herself to him. Despite his attempts to prevent it, she moved him, and he could almost hear the door to his heart swinging open.

His cock stiffened at the sight of her smooth, creamy sun-browned skin and hypnotizing blue eyes. The touch of her nimble fingers working to unfasten his britches roused him, provoking wicked thoughts.

He allowed her to pleasure him with her mouth while he buried his fingers deep in her long tresses. “That’s it. Such a good girl,” he encouraged her, driving into her mouth.

Holding her by the shoulders, he withdrew and undressed. He lay down on the ground alongside her. “Yesterday, when I told you to pleasure yourself, what did you do?”

“I did as you asked.” She fidgeted with her fingers.

“I recognize that. But how did you do it?”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she stalled, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.