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This story has been posted in two parts (and once in complete form).
This is part 2 of 2 parts.
Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter
and graphic sexual language including descriptions of consensual sex
between two women and a man and a woman. If you think you can't deal
with this story, or if it's illegal to possess such material in your
locality, please hit the delete button now. If you're a minor as
defined by the laws in your locality then you MUST stop now and go no
further. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead,
alive, or fictional is merely a really weird coincidence.
Summary: A lady of royal blood en-route to an arranged, political
marriage is captured by pirates. Has she been captured or saved or
both? A gothic, swashbuckling adventure/romance story.
Subject Matter: (F/F) (M/F, romance)
Rating: (X) Not suitable for minors. May be illegal in some areas.
Copyright (c) 1998 by bitbard@newsguy.com.
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All distribution rights to this story expire at midnight December 31,
1999.
Creation Date: 6/26/98
Distribution Date: 07/02/98
Distribution Notes: This story is being published twice. Once in two
parts for those whose newsreaders have trouble with large posts, once
in complete form for those whose news servers have trouble receiving
multiple parts.
Author's Note: This is my first "Gothic Romance". I've written stuff
that could be classified as Romance before, but this is my first
Gothic. It's full of swashbuckling heroics, romance, and, oh yea,
there's some sex somewhere in here.
Second note: I've taken many, many liberties with history here, so
don't expect to read this and be able to ace that history exam. In
fact I can pretty much guarantee that if you take any of this as fact,
a lot of people are going to look at you funny and think you shouldn't
spend so much time reading sex stories. I'm even thinking of creating
an award for the reviewer who spots the most historical inaccuracies.
Credits: I should note that one scene was inspired by LeAnna's Milady.
Sven and another very dear friend saved me from making some pretty
huge blunders. And of course this story would not be nearly so
readable had Mike Ink not proofed this story. In fact, so many
people made this story possible that it might as well not be
considered a story at all but a production.
Dedication: To the one person who doesn't need to be mentioned.
This, and all my published stories, are available from my archive at
http://extra.newsguy.com/~bitbard or http://www.bitsmart.com/sandman.
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Suzette's Passion (Part 2)
-- By BitBard
===================
Suzette sat in the shade on deck the next day, breathing in the fresh
air and watching the men at work. And it was work -- hard,
backbreaking work. The task of keeping the sails properly trimmed and
angled required constant diligence.
"Beggin' your pardon, Mum," a gravely voice said.
Suzette looked up and spied the man who had found her back on the
"Brise de Mer." In the harsh sunlight he seemed no less ugly now than
he had then. Life had not treated this man kindly at all.
"It's my break, and I was wonderin' if I might share the shade with
you for a spell."
Mentally Suzette grimaced, but with all the poise and dignity afforded
her station, she smiled and replied, "I would be honored to share your
company for a while."
"I ain't met no Ladies b'for Mum, so don't get all fussy if I say
something 'taint 'propriate."
This time Suzette's smile was genuine at the man's concern for her
sensibilities. The man sat down near to her, but not so near as to
cause her any concern.
"I'm glad you decided to visit a while." Suzette said soothingly.
"I've been meaning to ask if anyone knows what became of my maid."
"We left 'er on the Breeze, we did. Cap'n said no room for 'er 'ere."
"Do you think she'll be OK?"
The man rubbed the stubble on his jaw as he thought a moment. "Should
be Mum. We left an able crew onboard to sail 'er to a friendly port
for the selling and the Cap'n ordered she be treated well."
Suzette let out a deep sigh of relief. "I am so happy to hear that!
She was a very dear friend."
"The Cap'n's a fair man. Don't kill where 'e don't 'ave to."
Suzette turned to gaze at Jack, watching as he gave orders to a nearby
crewman. "Would you call him a good man? For a pirate, I mean."
"I'd call him a good man by any measure, Mum. Man o' honor he is, and
more gentleman than any noble."
"I don't know too many gentlemen that go around killing and stealing."
Suzette said dryly.
"Oh sure ya do, mum!" The man laughed. "They're called the King's
tax collectors!"
Despite herself, Suzette found herself smiling along with the man.
"If we were so close to Italy when you captured me, why have we been
at sea for so long?"
"Our port 'taint in Italy, Mum. We're making our way back to England,
we are."
Suzette was about to ask another question when "Ship-Ho!" sounded from
the crow's nest.
All activity on the ship ceased as all eyes and ears turned to the
horizon.
"Spanish Black!" was the cry that followed.
"Is that bad?" Suzette asked her companion, already knowing the
answer from the look of worry on the man's face.
"Yes'um. Black be pirates. But no Spaniard has any love for the
English. We're just another ship to them. There'll be fightin'
'fore the day's over, you mark my words."
Jack began to bark out orders and the pace of the crew picked up even
more. Suzette stayed in the shade as their ship tried to outrun their
enemies.
The man rejoined her a few hours later, and amazingly, Suzette found
he looked even worse when he was tired.
"Why is it taking so long?"
"We're using the same wind, mum. This is the fastest English ship
ever made, but the Spaniards know a few more tricks than we do. Their
ship is bigger, but it's also faster, but not much faster."
"So they'll catch us?"
The man nodded grimly.
As the day wore on, the mast of the approaching ship grew ever taller.
Fascinated and terrified, Suzette stayed in her private area,
unnoticed by all save the ugly man, who occasionally paused to rest
nearby.
"'e'll give the order to turn soon." the man said.
"Aren't we trying to get away from them?"
The man shrugged. "Can't. The only thing we can do is pick the time
of the fight."
"Will you be fighting?"
"Yes'um. I'd better go. The second's done talkin' with the Cap'n and
there'll be orders to carry out."
"What's your name?" Suzette asked as the man turned to leave.
"William, mum. But everyone calls me Bill."
"Thank you for talking with me, Bill."
The man blushed and made a very awkward bow before turning and joining
the controlled chaos around him.
Jack turned the ship sharply, and within minutes the Spanish masts
dominated the horizon. Every man had a sword and several had
longbows. Suzette knew she should return to the cabin and await the
outcome, but she couldn't go back and wait blindly as she had the last
time.
Shouts roared in her ear as the two ships banged against each other.
She saw several men on the enemy ship fall to arrows in their chests,
and several men on her own ship fall to a similar fate. Steel rang on
steel as the Spaniards tried to cross the gangplanks.
A loud ripping sound could be heard above her, and Suzette gasped as
she saw five Spaniards falling down the great sails, using their
knives to slow their progress. They were met instantly by the
Englishmen, and Suzette gasped as she saw one of those men was Jack.
Three of the Englishmen were holding their own, if barely. Jack was
faring well, but the fifth was obviously in trouble. The other men
were too busy fending off the attackers at the planks to worry at the
battle behind them.
The fifth Englishman thrust wildly and lost his balance. The mistake
quickly earned him a sword through the gullet. Suzette turned her
head in horror as a dark red stain formed around the stricken man.
The fifth Spaniard was now free to roam the deck, but before he could
cause any harm, Jack, still parrying his opponent, pulled a knife from
his belt and sent it sailing into the Spaniard's heart.
The distraction cost him, as his opponent used the opportunity to
score a painful hit on Jack's throwing arm. Jack cried out and just
barely managed to avoid dropping his sword before recovering enough to
parry a second swing. Bleeding profusely, Jack parried blow after
savage blow as color began to drain from his face.
Jack's opponent grinned as he sensed the advantage and made a powerful
killing thrust. Jack sidestepped it, though not enough to avoid
injury, and countered with a thrust of his own. As the Spaniard's
sword struck Jack's side, Jack's sword ran true and skewered his
opponent's heart. With a disbelieving look on his face, the Spaniard
could only stare at Jack as he collapsed onto the deck.
Jack remained on his feet, if weakly, and moved to meet another
Spaniard. Suzette could plainly see that Jack was just barely holding
his own as his life's blood continued to pour from the gash in his arm
and side. Suzette stood and picked up a nearby bucket. It wasn't
much of a weapon, but it was the only thing at hand. She strode over
to the fight, and with a mighty heave, brought the bucket down on the
Spaniard's head. It was enough of an opening for Jack to dispatch the
pirate.
For a few seconds Jack remained on his feet. The sounds of battle
raged around him. He gritted his teeth and took a step, but with the
second step he faltered and collapsed onto the deck.
Suzette cried out, amazed and frightened at how much blood he was
losing. Two men locked in heated battle came within five paces of
her, and suddenly she feared for her own safety as much as Jack's.
Steeling herself for the labor, she began to drag him back towards his
cabin. Both of them had had enough of fighting for the day.
The trip back to the safety of the cabin seemed longer than it really
was, mostly from Jack's weight and Suzette's fear. It took most of
her strength to get him in the cabin and bolt the door; it took all of
her strength to get him onto the bed. But exhausted as she was, she
could not afford to rest.
Not if she wanted him to live.
But now was not the time for questions. With each passing second,
more and more color drained from Jack's face and he was already whiter
than the sheets on which he lay. Quickly, she retrieved a knife from
a nearby weapons rack and turned some of the cot's bedding into
tourniquets.
She had no skill at this. Nothing in her life had prepared her for so
much blood. But she applied the tourniquets as best she could to
staunch the bleeding, and though blood wormed its way through the
fabric, the torrent did seem to slow.
Now she could only wait.
Suzette was dozing when a knock on the door awakened her. Jack was
still, and white as death, though breathing shallowly as she went to
the door. Taking a deep breath and preparing herself for the worst,
she opened the door and saw Bill standing there!
"Is it over?" She asked.
"Yes'um. The Captain?"
"Alive." Her eyes darted to Jack and then quickly back. "Barely."
Bill nodded. "We beat them an' it was a glorious fight, but the toll
be high. The Cap'n's the only one left alive that c'n steer us 'ome."
Suzette swallowed and nodded, acutely aware of the charge that had
just been lain upon her.
***
A full day passed as Suzette cared for her patient, changing his
bandages, washing his wounds, and forcing him to drink. On the
morning of the second day, the strong stench of urine told her the
price of his drinking. For a moment she considered calling for Bill,
but then stopped.
He had cleaned her. It seemed only fair.
And she was curious. Her mother had told her what to expect, but she
had never exactly seen a man before.
With sudden resolve, she began to undress him, and as she did so, she
realized that maybe she did not have cause to blush at what Jack had
done for her. As she pulled down his trousers to reveal his manhood,
she noted how it might be used as her mother had described, but it was
only a small thought.
He was so helpless now. Two days ago he could order men to their
deaths and now he was a shell.
The sight of him did not evoke desire. Only worry.
***
Suzette opened the door expecting to see Bill bringing her some new
supplies. In this terrible time, the ugly little man had become a
constant, always looking in on them, always seeing to their needs. He
was ugly only in body, and Suzette had found much to like about him.
It was not Bill at the door though, but another man that she had not
met before. He was almost as tall as Jack, and almost as powerfully
built, but he carried none of the authority Jack did, what he did
carry seemed menacing. Without a word, he brushed her aside, went
over, and stared down at Jack.
"He does not seem healthy." The man said as if to himself.
"He's getting better," Suzette said resolutely, trying to make him
believe it as much as herself. She got the impression that much would
depend on how much this man believed.
The man bent down and poked Jack lightly, as if trying to wake him
from slumber. His eyes narrowed in thought as he noted Jack's lack of
response and shallow breathing.
The man turned and faced Suzette. "If this is better, then surely he
must have been in death's arms."
Suzette remained quiet as the man stared at her, and shifted
uncomfortably as his considering look raised the dark specter of fear
in her thoughts.
"So you're the Lady we're going to ransom off. No wonder the
Captain's kept you hidden away. I'll bet the two of you have had a
spot of fun."
Suzette raised her chin defiantly. "He's been perfectly honorable."
The man walked forward and took her chin in his fingers.
Laughing, he said, "Oh that's our Captain all right." He looked over
at Jack a moment. "But no one can command from his deathbed…" He let
the thought drift.
Suzette slapped away the man's hand. "Leave."
The man sneered and took another step forward, pressing Suzette back
up against the wall. His hand pressed against her bosom, working his
hand as he gauged the bounty hidden beneath her clothes.
Suzette slapped him, appalled and terrified at what was happening.
The man's head turned with her slap, and when he looked back at her,
hatred raged in his eyes as an angry red welt appeared on his face.
"I will command this ship. I will command you," he hissed as he
ripped her dress, exposing her bare breasts to his eyes.
Suzette raised her hand to slap him again, but before she could, he
caught her wrist and wrenched it painfully until she cried out from
the pain.
His free hand slipped down her torso until he felt the cold metal of
her belt. Frowning in frustration, he seemed rocked by indecision.
Then he grinned.
"No. I'm sure Daddy would want his little girl returned intact. But
there are other things."
Her wrist still twisted painfully, he lowered her hand to his groin
and pressed her into him.
Fear raged in Suzette's eyes.
With his free hand, the man let loose his trousers and pressed her
hand against his inflamed flesh. He pushed her down to her knees
until the angry thing filled her vision. Instinctively, she grasped
what it was that he wanted. And almost as quickly, she resolved that
if he forced himself upon her she would bite. She would bite hard,
whatever the costs.
Suddenly the man tensed, his grip on her becoming loose, and she fell
back.
"If you leave now," Jack's voice rasped painfully, "you will only have
to scrub the decks for the rest of the voyage until I can put you
ashore. If you do not leave now, you never will."
"Ahhh! Captain! I was just checking on you…"
"Your concern is touching." Jack interrupted sarcastically. "But I
do not see you leaving."
Holding his trousers up with one hand the man stumbled quickly out of
the room. The sword Jack was holding tumbled to the floor, and he sat
wearily on the bed before collapsing again into unconsciousness.
Fearfully, Suzette bolted the door then slumped against it as she
panted for breath.
*****
Suzette woke to see Jack leaning on his elbow, staring at her. The
first rays of morning were just beginning to light the world outside
the window.
"I seem to be naked."
"It was easier than constantly changing you and washing your clothes.
The men that remain are needed to keep the ship going, not washing
your dirty linens." Suzette said, refusing to be embarrassed.
"How is it that we can know each other so well, yet have never tasted
each other's kiss?"
"How is it you can be so vulgar just hours off your deathbed?"
Jack laughed weakly then sat up. Suzette watched him as he dressed.
"At least you are speaking to me. I am glad for that."
Suzette didn't know what to say to that, and by the time she had a
reply, Jack had finished dressing and had left the room.
***
He returned at lunch, looking weak and tired, but he had regained some
of his poise and demeanor.
"Not as bad as I feared. But bad enough. If there are no storms
we'll make it back safe enough, but a powerful norther will surely
test us to our breaking point. The crew kept a northerly course, but
we've drifted and that will add another day and a half to our
journey."
"Sounds like you've been busy." Suzette said.
"I have. There's much to do."
"Well, you've done all you're going to do for a few hours. I insist
you get some rest."
"_I_ run this ship," Jack said.
"And _I_ say you need some rest. You're looking better, but you're
also looking very tired and very weak."
Jack smiled lightly, "I feel very tired and weak. But I can't let
that stop me. The crew needs me to keep things running smoothly and
to hold our course, and in that way you need me as well."
He rose, dropping his napkin on his plate and strode to the door. He
paused for a second before turning and saying, "But I'm touched by
your concern."
Suzette ground her teeth as the door closed, barely keeping a reign on
the cold fury that consumed her thoughts.
Jack did not return until dusk, managing only to make it as far as his
bed before he collapsed in slumber.
"Fool!" Suzette thought as she pulled the blankets over him.
"Stubborn, pigheaded, arrogant fool." But beneath her disdain lurked
a sneaking admiration at the way he had put the needs of his crew
above his own.
***
The weak light of sunrise cast the room in a warm gentle glow as they
made ready to face the new day the next morning.
"Have you ever loved a woman?" Suzette asked.
"As often as I can!" Jack's eyes twinkled with delight.
Suzette frowned. "No, I mean really loved a woman."
Jack grew serious. "I did once. Long ago, when I was a young serf in
love with my Lord's daughter. When the Lord discovered that we had
been spending time together, he sent me to London, where he thought I
would die on the streets. But I resolved to make a place for myself
in the world so that I could earn enough money for the Lord to
consider me a suitor for his daughter's hand. When I finally thought
I had enough money, I returned to find she had been married off -- a
political marriage like yours."
Suzette sighed. "At least you knew love. It's something I wish for
but know I'll never have."
A short silence passed between them before Jack got up from the table
and sat beside Suzette on her bed. A lone fingertip traced gently
along her cheek as he lifted her head to his.
"And if you knew love, would it be as gentle as this touch, as sweet
as this kiss?" he asked before lowering his head to hers, letting his
lips press softly against hers.
As he pulled back, Suzette stiffened and looked away.
"You toy with me again."
Again the lightest of touches turned her to him.
"On the deck that day, I told you a woman has desires. But do you
forget so easily that men have them as well? Do you think I could
hold a woman as beautiful as you in my arms, and not feel the same
desires you feel?""
"But is desire love? When we are home safely, you will return to your
lady of the court, and I will return to do my duty. Where is the love
in that?"
Jack took her hand and raised it to his cheek. "Deny to me that your
blood does not run hot at our touch, and I shall leave this room
without hesitation."
Suzette looked down. "Were it mine to give at this moment, I would
deny you nothing. Whether it be from love or lust, I cannot say. But
it is not mine to give."
"Your belt." Jack said as his head slumped.
"To insure my virtue and protect me from my lust."
Jack stood and walked over to his chest. After a bit of rummaging he
returned with a small metal tool.
"The streets of London are a harsh taskmaster. It takes many skills
to survive there, and the street urchin that can not pick a lock
usually goes hungry." His grin was broad.
Without asking, he knelt on the floor and lifted her dress. Suzette
felt awkwardness and discomfort at his position. She reminded herself
again that he had already seen her in far more intimate ways than
this. Never the less, when the still smiling Captain extracted
himself from her dress, holding an open lock in a crooked finger,
Suzette knew the moment had passed. From the look on her face, Jack
realized this as well.
With a sigh he handed her the lock and left to begin the day.
Suzette trembled as she looked at the lock in her hands. She no
longer denied that she liked Jack, even cared for him. But how far
she had been willing to let him go shocked her. Where it not for that
infernal contraption, she might…
She might have known the true pleasures of his touch. The feel of his
skin on hers. His lips against hers. The lock slipped from her hand
and tumbled to the floor.
For the rest of the morning she debated what to do about her suddenly
unsecured belt.
***
Dinner was spent in awkward silence. And they both felt the momentum
had been lost. Suzette didn't know whether to be disappointed or
relieved. Her practical side reminded her that Jack was a dangerous
man, who lived by his own rules, a man who had known many lovers and
would probably know many more after her. But the part of her that
dreamed, that yearned for the freedom Jack had in abundance, the part
of her that admired his spirit, his confidence, his authority, and
yes, his rugged good looks; that part of her was falling in love. He
excited her. He terrified her.
"Why don't you come on deck with me a while." Jack said. It was both
a command and invitation.
"Where is everyone?" Suzette asked as they got up on deck.
"Below. Asleep. They've each been doing the work of two or three
men. With this calm, I sent them off to rest."
Only when he mentioned it, did Suzette notice how calm the air was.
As they neared the rail, she saw the full moon reflected off an ocean
as flat as glass.
"It's lovely," she said
"Yes. But the calm brings the storm which follows. You get a feel
for the weather out here, so close to it."
"Do you think we'll make it?"
Jack shrugged. "We can only do our best and let God decide if that's
good enough."
"I cannot believe that so little time has passed since I last stood on
a deck like this, on a night like this, Marie by my side, chiding me
for dreaming like a girl instead of a Lady."
"Dreams of love?"
"Dreams of freedom. With freedom, even love is possible."
Jack grasped her shoulders and turned her to him. He said with more
force than he intended, "I was born a Serf to live and die at the whim
of my Lord. I was cast out to be a beggar on the streets of the city
to live and die at the mercy of strangers. Nothing worth having is
ever given, it must be taken. Wanting isn't enough. We all want.
It's only when you want something bad enough to reach out and take it,
that you get what you want."
Suzette pulled away. "It's different for you. You're a man. Don't
talk to me of taking. It's a man's world and women can only try to
make the best of that world."
Jack laughed. "If I were you, I would have run away. I would have
taken a fistful of jewelry, enough to live on for awhile, and run
away. Then you could seek out happiness. Oh, there'd be no servants,
no pretty clothing. You wouldn't be a Lady anymore, but you would be
free, not on your way to marry Lord Canelli."
"Would it really be that easy?" Suzette asked, her voice breaking.
"To turn your back on everyone you've ever known, the only life you've
ever known, to flee to a life even the servants are afraid of?"
"No. It wouldn't be easy. But it is an option. You might have
failed. But you might have succeeded. Was it any easier when you
stepped on that ship knowing that if you ever returned home it would
be at the sufferance of a man you did not know?"
Jack turned her around to face him again and lost himself in her eyes
as he said, "You are a beautiful woman, but you are also a smart
woman. Beauty could take you far, but your intelligence will take you
farther. There's nothing in this world you can't have, if you just
reach out and take it."
"Why didn't you take your love?"
"She was married."
"Does love stop that easily?"
Jack sighed. "No. But it does fade. I did seek her out, but she was
no longer the girl I remembered."
After a short silence he added, "You very much remind me of her."
When he took her in his arms, she felt herself grow weak, as she had
that morning, allowing all the pleasant things from being near him
overwhelm her. When he leaned in for a kiss, she responded, thrilling
in the sensations of his lips pressed to hers, letting herself melt
into him.
Was this love?
She pulled back and gazed into his eyes. This was surely desire. He
had proven that easily enough. But was it love?
She feared the answer.
When he leaned forward again, she pushed him away gently.
"No. No more. Do not speak to me of desire and passion. I feel
those things too keenly already. You play with my heart as if it were
a child's toy. But it is my heart, and I cannot trust you not to
break it."
"I do not share my bed with every woman I chance to meet." Jack
protested smoothly.
"Though it flatters me to hear it, it changes nothing. When you look
at me, I know not if you see a woman or a ransom."
Jack laughed lightly. "Why, a woman of course! A beautiful,
desirable woman!"
"Yet, no doubt the women you do see fit to share your bed are
beautiful and desirable. No. You have inspired my anger, my
loathing, my pity, and my compassion. If I allow you to inspire me
further, I do not think I would have the strength to endure our
parting."
"You speak of what might be. No one may say what the morrow will
bring. Happiness is a rare thing in the world and should be treasured
wherever it is found."
"When the Spanish appeared on the horizon, you knew they would catch
us. You knew the future then, just as I know it now."
Jack's eyes probed her, testing her resolve. Finding it firm, his
eyes narrowed in a brief flash of anger for a moment, but it passed
quickly. His shoulders slumped in disappointment.
"We should retire. The morning will come quickly."
"I should like to stay awhile on deck. The stars are lovely, and I
would like some time with my thoughts."
Jack nodded and strode away as Suzette turned to face the heavens,
lost in her tumultuous thoughts.
She was so absorbed that she did not hear Bill approach or call out to
her. She jumped when he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry Mum, didn't mean ta startl' ya." he said as he quickly removed
his hand.
"It's all right, Bill. I was just surprised."
"I comes ta see if you're alright Mum. Ya looked kinda sad up 'ear
all alone an' all."
"Maybe a little sad." Suzette said.
"If it's about ol' Jeremy, don't you put no mind in him. Cap'n set
him right straight, he did." Bill chuckled.
"The man in the cabin?" Suzette asked. In all that had happened, she
had forgotten to inquire of the man.
"Yes'um. Cap'n sent him on a short walk to the sea once 'e got the
full story. Good riddance, too. Always was a trouble maker, that
one."
Despite herself, Suzette shivered. The man had assaulted her, if Jack
had not managed to wake in time… She shivered again.
"No doubt Jack disliked the man's ambition."
Bill rubbed the stubble on his beard in thought. "Don't know if'n I
should say anythin' mum, but Jack's not a man to punish ambition.
If'n someone gets disorderly, he'll put 'im ashore with a bag o' coins
in hand and let him go ambition someone else. No mum. I think the
Cap'n has an eye for you, if'n you don't mind my sayin'."
Suzette smiled shyly. "No, I don't mind you saying. I have been
wondering much the same."
"He's a good man, mum. Give my life for him, I would."
"You know him well?"
"As well as any, I suppose."
"Is his lady in court pretty?"
Bill laughed uproariously at that. "'e once told me that next to 'er
I would be so beautiful that women would throw themselves at my feet
and beg my favors!"
"What a dreadful thing to say!"
"'bout her or me mum? I'm an ol' sea dog. I never was fair to look
on and as the years pass I only get worse. Better to laugh at it than
pretend I'm sumthin' I'm not. Cap'n's one of the few people that
treats me like a man."
"Then there must be other women…" Suzette said, eager to change the
subject.
"Not that I know of mum. As soon as we're in port, 'e's preparin' for
the next trip. Only woman in 'is life is Lady Farthing and way 'e
tells it, that's just work too."
"So if a woman caught his eye…" Suzette mused to herself.
"Then she's a mighty special woman, mum."
Suzette turned and smiled at him. "Thank you, Bill."
Bill looked confused a moment, but accepted her thanks.
"And what are you doing up on deck at this hour?" Suzette asked.
"Jack had led me to believe that everyone was resting after a hard
day's work."
"Well, tonight's dinner sat a mite heavy on me, mum. The younger
fellows can handle it easy nuff, but I ain't as young as I used to
be."
"Well I hope it passes quickly. I think I should turn in now, though
I have enjoyed our talk."
Bill smiled and Suzette managed not to be repelled by it before she
turned and walked thoughtfully back towards the cabin. Jack was
asleep in his bunk when she returned. After a considering glance, she
sighed and slipped into the cot.
***
Suzette leaned into Marie's arms as Marie's fingers deftly touched her
as only she could do. This time though, Marie was unclothed, and
Suzette's body pressed against her soft flesh. Hesitantly, she
lowered her own hand, and Marie's legs parted in anticipation of her.
Moist velvety flesh sent a tingle through Suzette as her fingers
emulated Marie's motions on her own flesh.
Hesitantly, again, Suzette leaned forward and kissed Marie, glorying
at the contact between them. The kiss was not like those she had
shared with Jack. Always with him, there had been an insistence, a
passion, a need, a lust behind those kisses. As Suzette's lips met
Marie's, it was a soft thing, a tender thing. Just as Marie's touches
had been: something safe, something comfortable. Could it ever be
this way with a man?
The skies grew dark and thunder rumbled in the background as Suzette
found herself still naked in front of Lord Canelli, her future
husband. Instantly she was repulsed by him, and a foul odor assaulted
her senses. Behind him stood her mother, reciting the duties of a
wife to her husband.
"He will demand to touch you and this you must allow," her mother
said. "If the touches pain you, then endure them. It will not last
long. Think of pleasant things like the garden or a concert."
"You must do your duty." Lord Canelli said in a whining high-pitched
voice. He grabbed the base of her neck and pulled her forward,
pulling her face into his penis. A penis that looked exactly like the
one… before Jack had saved her.
Jack!
Though the skies remained dark and stormy, the terror of her future
husband dissolved. Standing in the distance was Jack. Somehow, he
looked larger, more imposing, more desirable than she had ever seen
him before. Fleeing from the previous terror, she ran to him. He
took her in his arms, soothing her. Her head rested against his
chest. His strong arms wrapped around her, comforting her, soothing
her, making her feel safe.
Desire coursed through her like magma, burning, searing, inevitable in
its movements. She could lose herself in these arms. She gazed up
into his face, that powerful face, so confident, so sure, even of
this. Their lips touched. As before, there was an urgency to his
kiss that spoke of need. But she realized in herself that her own
responses to his kiss also spoke of such things.
This was no safe comfortable thing. Excitement, need, desires,
consumed her as her flesh pressed to his. She felt the stirring of
his loins against her belly and desire flashed over to lust. This was
no duty. She wanted him inside her, she needed to feel him pleasure
her. So close…
***
Jack shook her as he spoke. "Suzette?"
Suzette woke from the image of Jack's face over her to see his
concerned expression hovering over her. The effect was confusing.
"You were thrashing in your sleep. I feared your dreams were not
pleasant." Jack said.
It took a moment to realize the dream was over and reality had begun.
"It was not too terrible a dream." Suzette said. "I think."
"Then I am sorry for the waking. But it is morning, and the dream
would have ended soon enough, I think. The sky grows dark with
clouds. I fear the weather shall turn on us soon."
Suzette sighed and rose from bed.
Over breakfast, Suzette noticed Jack staring at her.
"You're staring," She rebuked lightly.
Jack shook himself as if from a trance. "Do not judge me too harshly,
Lady. If I forget myself, it is only because your beauty holds me
enthralled."
"When you first captured me, I was a thing beneath your notice. A
means to an end. You commanded me as you would command a man just
hired. You toyed with me just to prove you could do it. And now what
has changed, that you are so enchanted?"
Jack thought a moment, then, as if he had reached some great decision,
began to speak, "At first I did not know you. Though you should have
been terrified you were arrogant, yet I found I liked your spirit.
Then you fell ill and I cared for you, and in the caring I found a
compassion for you. When the Spaniards attacked, you joined in the
fight and carried me to safety. When Jeremy attacked you, I knew rage
and jealousy. When you accepted me in the morning, I knew desire and
lust, but when you refused me in the evening, I knew the pain of loss.
Much has changed since you joined us, Suzette, and I am not sure that
it is not I who have changed."
An intense silence followed, that was broken only when Jack got up and
left to begin his day.
***
Though the sky was ominously dark all day, the feared storm did not
materialize. Jack returned that evening, optimistic that fortune
might indeed smile on them.
He was on his bunk, removing his shoes, when Suzette finally made her
decision.
"Jack, you said that nothing worth having would ever happen, unless I
reached out and took it."
Jack nodded as he fought with the boot.
Tentatively she reached out her hand and placed it on his chest,
feeling the warm heat of his flesh against her skin. Fearfully, she
asked, "Even you?"
The last boot pulled free just as she said those words, and for a
stunned moment his eyes searched her face, probing, considering.
"Even me." he answered as he pulled her into his arms.
Their lips met, hesitantly at first, then with more force, more
passion, more need. When Jack rested his hand on her breast, Suzette
finally pulled back, her eyes never leaving his.
The mood, so fragile and easily broken earlier, was an unwavering
torrent of desire within her as they undressed. Jack paused
frequently to gaze at her as he removed his clothing, keeping his pace
with her, for her dress was designed to frustrate moments such as
this. But her desire for him sustained her. Though she had seen him
before, as the last of his clothing was cast aside, she saw again as
if for the very first time.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and he joined her. She expected him
to lower her onto the bed, to mount her as her mother had told her.
But he did not. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her
anew. She melted into his arms as his lips touched hers, as his
tongue tasted her, as her nipples pressed against his chest.
Lost in the pleasure of the passionate kiss, she barely felt his hand
on her knee until it began to caress her, moving slowly up her thigh.
He lingered at the highest part of her leg, gently pressing his
fingers into her sensitive flesh.
When he parted her folds, she inhaled sharply with pleasure as his
fingers explored her, as Marie had touched her. She collapsed and
allowed him to hold her, support her, _touch_ her. Supported by his
strength she surrendered totally to the pleasures of his kiss and his
touch. When he found the spot, he caressed it in a way that was
different than Marie, but was just as pleasurable.
She pulled away from the kiss, breathing deeply, as pleasure built
upon pleasure. Jack lowered her to the bed as if she were a most
delicate object, his fingers never losing a stroke. He stopped only
when he raised himself over her, his manhood poised before her.
"This will hurt, but only for a moment."
When he saw the determination in her eyes, he pressed forward. When
he filled her, the pleasures already given suddenly seemed so trivial
next to this grandeur. She felt herself clench around him, pulling at
him. More. Deeper. More.
He moved slowly, ever so slowly, each movement a pleasure beyond all
pleasures. And then he stopped. But as quickly as he did, he let his
weight fall against her and tore away the last barrier between them.
Pleasure shattered around the sharp pain only to re-manifest itself.
Pleasure and pain flowed together.
Jack had stopped, fully embedded within her, as he watched her
carefully. Slowly he withdrew, feeling her constrict around him.
Pain reasserted itself as he withdrew but only briefly. When he moved
forward again, the pain became less, the pleasure became more. On the
third stroke, she rose to meet him.
As he moved within her, each stroke brushing against that sensitive
spot, each down-stroke filling her, completing her, her pleasure grew
until it knew no bounds. She writhed under him in her orgasm, an
orgasm like she had never known before, a thing which consumed her,
ravished her, and left her whole and complete.
As the intense pleasure faded, it was replaced by the more gentle
pleasures of feeling him as he continued to move within her, faster
now as he sought his own release. Suddenly he tensed, his face
grimaced as if in pain, and she felt his hot seed within her.
Gasping for breath, he lowered himself and kissed her lightly on the
cheek.
In the dead of night, as they slept in one another's arms, thunder
rolled in the distance.
***
Jack shook Suzette awake.
"The storm comes. I most go prepare the crew. Whatever you do, don't
leave the cabin. The air is thick and the thunder frequent. This
will be a very bad storm, and if you try to come up on deck," he
paused as if the thought were too horrible to contemplate, "you might
be lost to the sea."
"I'll stay in the cabin. But promise me, you'll come back safely."
"I never make promises I can't keep." Jack said. Then he turned and
left her alone in the cabin, thunder rolling ominously in the
background.
Suzette tried to go back to sleep, but sleep eluded her. Gradually
she became aware that the gentle rocking of the ship had grown more
violent. Suddenly, the ship lurched sharply as if some great hand had
slapped it, and Suzette was thrown from the bunk. As she was
attempting to stand, another lurch forced her back to her knees.
Scared and alone, Suzette's fear became an uncontrollable thing. The
ship groaned and listed so badly, she was thrown against the far wall.
For an eternity, it seemed as if the ship would roll, the wall now
almost becoming her floor, but slowly the ship righted itself.
Several more times, the ship listed violently, but never as severely.
And after two hours, it seemed better.
Her heart fearing the worst, Suzette huddled on the bed and waited for
Jack to return.
When he did not return, she waited some more.
Finally, the door opened and Jack entered. He was soaked from head to
foot, and looked as if he had just gone over a waterfall, but
Suzette's heart soared at seeing him alive.
"We made it." he said, as if he didn't really believe it yet.
Suzette rushed over to him and hugged him for all she was worth. She
found him returning the hug with equal vigor.
"We made it!" Jack cried, laughing as he allowed himself to believe
the impossible.
He pulled away from her and walked over to the bed. He sat down, and
instantly exhaustion claimed him. Tenderly, Suzette removed his wet
clothes, dried him, and then joined him in slumber.
***
Suzette woke to find the cabin flooded in sunlight. Jack was still
asleep, pressed against her back with one arm draped over her. Yet,
somehow during the night he had worked himself inside her, and as she
drifted in the nether region between daylight and dreams, his presence
was warm, secure, and comfortable.
"What a pleasant way to wake up," she thought.
As Jack stirred to wakefulness, he whispered in her ear, "I fought
the abyss itself last night, but to wake like this with you, I would
fight the very legions of hell and the promise of your favor would
sustain me."
Suzette sighed as she placed his hand on her breast. "Haven't you had
enough fighting to last ten lifetimes? Can you ask me to give my
heart to a man who dances with death every time he sets sail? Must I
always wait for you, wondering if you will return to me, the way I did
last night?"
His only answer was the gentle movements inside her and a long
lingering kiss on her neck. As his hand cupped her breast, another
hand sought out her clitoris and he began his caresses.
Suzette's worries and fears dissolved as her senses exploded into pure
rapture.
"I once had a friend who told me he loved a woman so much he would die
for her," Jack said softly as Suzette shuddered at his touches. "I
don't think he loved her very much. I don't want to die for you. I
want to live for you."
Every worry, fear, and anxiety Suzette had ever felt ceased to exist
with those words, and as a dam bursts from behind its walls, the
pleasure Jack gave her burst forth free from all other constraints and
the world went white in pure rapture.
- --Bitbard
End note: While I very much like the way this story developed, there
is something rather incomplete about it. Still at sea with a long
hard voyage ahead of them, sailing through dangerous pirate infested
waters Jack and Suzette have found love and that I suppose is an
ending, but finding is not quite the same as keeping. And what about
poor Marie? Is Jack really as sincere as he seems? Questions I
assure you I will be pondering to see if there is more to this tale
than meets the eye.
This, and all my published stories, are available from my archive at
http://extra.newsguy.com/~bitbard or http://www.bitsmart.com/sandman.
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