cup one soft breast in his palm. Absently, he thumbed her nipple and it grew hard beneath his rough touch.
“So our captain has his own private plaything, does he now?” Jack murmured. He reached to the head of the bed and worked her wrists free of the rope. “And he likes to tie up more than just his crew. Hmmm. I wouldn’t have given the old man credit.”
The woman sighed as her arms were released and drew them to her chest in a pointless attempt to cover herself. One of her hands covered Jack’s, and she stared at him with wide, questioning eyes.
“I’m not gonna hurt ya,” Jack promised. His mind was racing now, trying to think of how he could work this situation to its best advantage. “I can help,” he finally said. “Not much I can do while we’re at sea, but once we’re ashore…”
Her hand moved up his arm. He nodded. “Mmmm hmm. You understand.” He ran a calloused hand over the velvet-soft flesh of her left breast, and then traced the faint down of her flesh to the place where the hair should have mounded, a tantalizing hidden gate to her sex. But when his hand met her crotch, he found it smooth. With one finger he traced the soft folds of her cleft and whistled softly. “Our captain keeps you bare in every way, eh? Does he shave you himself?” Nelson laughed softly and continued his private explorations, slipping a hand beneath her ass and cupping the cheeks before pulling back to hold her womanly “virtue” like a guard.
The woman sat up and cupped his face with her hands. Jack moved to embrace her, but she gently pushed him back, and began to work the buttons of his shirt. Hegrinned, and let her undress him, groaning a little when the shirt pulled at the scabs on his back.
He stood and undid his belt, relieving himself of the pants in a moment. Then he was sitting naked on the bed with her, and she ran her hands across his shoulders. He winced, and she looked confused. Her fingers moved lightly over his wounds and she raised a dark eyebrow, but still, said nothing.
That was all right with Jack; he had a momentary touch of panic as he realized what would happen if the captain walked into his private quarters right now.
But the woman drew him down in a kiss, and he quickly forgot his fear. He’d never been with a woman like this; so small, but so voluptuous at the same time. He sucked on her lips and then trailed his tongue down her neck and shoulders before boldly moving still lower, to chew gently on her nipples like soft fruit. Her hands were all over him, drawing him up and on top and at last in. He gasped at the warmth of her. As he bucked and moaned, the woman moved to meet him, but her eyes never left his. Wide and limpid, she stared unblinking at Jack as he moved quickly atop her to orgasm, and then collapsed against her, head on her breast.
Her hands stroked his hair and in a whispery voice, she began to sing.
“Shhhh,” Jack urged, reaching up to put a finger on her lips. But she held his hand at bay, and then the melody captured him. It was light as air, yet thick as honey. Amber notes so pure they pulled him in. Lured him to a place that swam with light and lust, liquor and love. Jack Nelson had never felt so happy in his entire life. His flesh burned with pleasure while the faces in his mind shifted; he was suckling at his mother’s breast, drinking from the delta of a snow-white whore; guzzling from thefinest, rarest booze ever refined. It burned so sweetly as it slid down his throat, opening up his chest with heaven fire.
The song had stopped. That’s probably why Nelson surfaced from the musical spell in time to understand. The fire wasn’t in his mind. His throat burned. He opened his mouth but gagged on something rich and iron. Blood spilled out across the woman’s chest, dripping like gory wax down her ribs.
“Wha-di-ya…?” he gurgled as he slapped a hand to his neck and felt the hot flow and ragged flesh of his neck. He blinked and saw his blood on her
“So our captain has his own private plaything, does he now?” Jack murmured. He reached to the head of the bed and worked her wrists free of the rope. “And he likes to tie up more than just his crew. Hmmm. I wouldn’t have given the old man credit.”
The woman sighed as her arms were released and drew them to her chest in a pointless attempt to cover herself. One of her hands covered Jack’s, and she stared at him with wide, questioning eyes.
“I’m not gonna hurt ya,” Jack promised. His mind was racing now, trying to think of how he could work this situation to its best advantage. “I can help,” he finally said. “Not much I can do while we’re at sea, but once we’re ashore…”
Her hand moved up his arm. He nodded. “Mmmm hmm. You understand.” He ran a calloused hand over the velvet-soft flesh of her left breast, and then traced the faint down of her flesh to the place where the hair should have mounded, a tantalizing hidden gate to her sex. But when his hand met her crotch, he found it smooth. With one finger he traced the soft folds of her cleft and whistled softly. “Our captain keeps you bare in every way, eh? Does he shave you himself?” Nelson laughed softly and continued his private explorations, slipping a hand beneath her ass and cupping the cheeks before pulling back to hold her womanly “virtue” like a guard.
The woman sat up and cupped his face with her hands. Jack moved to embrace her, but she gently pushed him back, and began to work the buttons of his shirt. Hegrinned, and let her undress him, groaning a little when the shirt pulled at the scabs on his back.
He stood and undid his belt, relieving himself of the pants in a moment. Then he was sitting naked on the bed with her, and she ran her hands across his shoulders. He winced, and she looked confused. Her fingers moved lightly over his wounds and she raised a dark eyebrow, but still, said nothing.
That was all right with Jack; he had a momentary touch of panic as he realized what would happen if the captain walked into his private quarters right now.
But the woman drew him down in a kiss, and he quickly forgot his fear. He’d never been with a woman like this; so small, but so voluptuous at the same time. He sucked on her lips and then trailed his tongue down her neck and shoulders before boldly moving still lower, to chew gently on her nipples like soft fruit. Her hands were all over him, drawing him up and on top and at last in. He gasped at the warmth of her. As he bucked and moaned, the woman moved to meet him, but her eyes never left his. Wide and limpid, she stared unblinking at Jack as he moved quickly atop her to orgasm, and then collapsed against her, head on her breast.
Her hands stroked his hair and in a whispery voice, she began to sing.
“Shhhh,” Jack urged, reaching up to put a finger on her lips. But she held his hand at bay, and then the melody captured him. It was light as air, yet thick as honey. Amber notes so pure they pulled him in. Lured him to a place that swam with light and lust, liquor and love. Jack Nelson had never felt so happy in his entire life. His flesh burned with pleasure while the faces in his mind shifted; he was suckling at his mother’s breast, drinking from the delta of a snow-white whore; guzzling from thefinest, rarest booze ever refined. It burned so sweetly as it slid down his throat, opening up his chest with heaven fire.
The song had stopped. That’s probably why Nelson surfaced from the musical spell in time to understand. The fire wasn’t in his mind. His throat burned. He opened his mouth but gagged on something rich and iron. Blood spilled out across the woman’s chest, dripping like gory wax down her ribs.
“Wha-di-ya…?” he gurgled as he slapped a hand to his neck and felt the hot flow and ragged flesh of his neck. He blinked and saw his blood on her
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