Bound by the Buccaneer

By: Normandie Alleman

Chapter One

“You love knowing I can’t escape, don’t you? That I’m all yours,” Frederica teased, tugging at the restraints that bound her wrists to the bed.

Gaston raised a brow to her. “And what if I do?” He asked, untying the ropes from her wrists. “You know how much it excites me to see you all bound and helpless. Don’t you like being my own personal little whore?” Mischief danced in his visible brown eye. The other, injured in battle, hid behind a black patch.

Lazing on her back upon their cot, she touched a finger to her lips and rolled her eyes in mock consideration.

Before she had a chance to answer his rather rhetorical question, he pounced on her. His weight upon her gave her a feeling of warmth and security she felt at no other time than when lying under him.

“Liar,” he whispered into her ear, his mouth trailing down her neck. “Tell me how much you love it.” Then he proceeded to tickle her ribs which sent her into a gale of giggles.

“Must I resort to the gag again?” He waved a red kerchief in the air playfully.

Her laughter made it difficult to speak. “Yes, yes, I love it.” Her voice reached a high-pitched squeal.

He ceased the tickling and sensually covered her mouth with his hand. “You must remain quiet or I will be forced to quiet you.” With each word his mouth traveled lower on her body, accentuating every word with a kiss.

Gaston hated for her to be too loud during their lovemaking. He worried that if the crew heard them, it would cause trouble. It wasn’t exactly fair for the Captain to be the only man aboard with a woman to bed every night. It was unclear to her whether he was more worried the pirates would rape her, or if he feared they would stage a mutiny of his leadership, or both. Either was a potential problem if the men grew irritable enough.

So she tried to be quiet, but it was difficult considering the way Gaston brought her to such heights of ecstasy. Though she’d been a virgin when they met, and therefore inexperienced, she had no doubt he had talents in the bedroom that exceeded those of most men.

All he had to do was look at her a certain way, and Frederica’s body responded to him. His kisses awakened a fire inside her that only he could douse. “I know how you can keep my mouth quiet,” she breathed huskily.

“And how is that?” Their words took on the slow, sensual tone of foreplay.

“Put something in it.” She slid his finger into her mouth and sucked on it lazily, her eyes growing heavy with lust.

He got up and stood beside the bed. “Something like this?” He asked, sliding his erection between her eager lips.

She nodded imperceptibly and took him deep into her mouth, relishing the taste of him. He reached down and folded her toward him, giving him access to her ass.

Smack! Smack! The sound of his slaps to her bottom filled the room, her skin smarted, and she whimpered under his hand.

Such noises were acceptable. The racket coming from the Captain’s room that resulted from a man smacking his woman wouldn’t cause any of the crew members to think twice.

But Gaston had trained Frederica to enjoy his spankings, almost to crave them. He’d taught her to appreciate the connection between pleasure and pain. The blood rushing to the surface of her skin made her more sensitive to being touched and also increased the intensity of the experience. The painful activities aroused her because she knew her pleasure would follow.

There had even been times when Gaston had worked her body into such a state that she seemed to fall away into a dream world. He’d told her once that she seemed to crave that state like those with a laudanum addiction craved the drug.

Now, as he choked her with his thick cock while he spanked her ass, she found utter contentment in him manhandling her body. She loved for him to use her for his pleasure, and it was easy to submit to his will because he always made her own satisfaction the highest priority. Her trust in him was absolute.

He had saved her life when Humphrey, Captain of the Neptune’s Damnation, had forced them to walk the plank. She would never have survived those next two days lost at sea had it not been for Gaston. In one swift movement he withdrew from her mouth and flipped her over onto her backside.