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at their apex. He pet her then, watching her reactions as she trembled.
    “Do you like this, wench?” Atticus slid one finger into her folds, stroking the nubbin that was already excited and awaiting his pleasure—and hers.
    “Yes, captain.”
    “Say ‘aye’,” he corrected her in a throaty purr.
    “Aye, captain.”
    “Good girl.” He stroked her more firmly in reward, making her gasp. His fingers moved deeper into her secret folds, spreading, testing and pinching her with practiced finesse. “You’re very wet, lass,” he observed. “I think you’ve done this before, haven’t you? I’ll lay odds you’re not virgin. Tell me, has your sniveling betrothed back in England been in here?” He rammed two fingers into her wet hole. “Has he had his cock in this wet pussy? My pussy?”
    “No!” she keened, her head rolling from side to side against the trunk of the tree as he pulsed in and out of her tight core with his fingers.
    “No?” He didn’t let up, but redoubled his efforts. “Then who was it? The footman?” She continued to shake her head. “The stable lad?” He pushed her harder, driving her higher. “The deck hand on the ship I took you from?”
    Lissa climaxed on his hand, unable to stop herself. She came in a rush, gasping for air as he watched in approval.
    “Ah, so it was the deck hand after all. Tell me, milady, did you like it? Did he make you come like I just did? Or was it a fast screw against the wall?” He took his fingers from her core, but moved closer, using both hands to spread her lips wide. “Did he lick you like this?” Dipping his head, he made her gasp as his tongue licked over her clit, stirring her passions once again. He ruled her pleasure. It was as if her body knew only his touch and would respond to him in ways it had never responded for any other.
    He delved deeper with his tongue. She could feel his teeth beginning to elongate into the fangs that would pierce her skin and bring the brightest climax she’d ever known. He was gentle, but firm, and careful with those sharp fangs. He gave her just enough, never too much, but always just the right stimulation at the right time.
    “Such are the benefits of sharing our thoughts,” he said in her mind as he continued to drive her passions upward once again. “And now it’s time to fulfill the rest of this little fantasy.” He drew away just as she would have peaked, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in disapproval.
    “You’re a greedy wench, aren’t you? With a greedy pussy that needs to learn who its new master is. Get on your knees, girl!”
    Lissa was confused at first, but managed to sink onto her knees, her arms still drawn behind her around the tree, her dress pooled around her and under her knees, providing some padding. By necessity, her legs were spread, her ankles finding space on either side of the wide trunk.
    When she looked up from securing her position, Atticus had undone his pants and was using one hand to stroke his hard cock, hovering just in front of her face. He smiled that devilish smile at her and she was lost.
    “I can see you want this, wench. Tell me, did you suck your deck hand’s cock? Did he give it to you day and night?”
    “Aye, captain,” she said boldly. It was time she started participating in this fantasy, she decided. Maybe there was a way to turn the tables on her lover. Eyeing him with a new, saucy attitude, she looked forward to trying.
    “Naughty wench.” He chuckled as he stepped forward, placing the tip of his cock against her lips. “You know what to do with this then. Swallow me down, girl, and do your best. If you please me, I’ll go easy with the lash.”
    He’d surprised her with that last bit. Was he going to whip her? The thought should have sent her running for the hills, but coming from Atticus, the threat made her hot. There was something seriously wrong with her, but it felt too good to worry about it now as she opened her mouth and took him