CHAPTER FOUR
Still a Brat
Lorene’s Perspective
A shiver coursed down my back as I heard something fall. Another something fell hard to the floor.
Boots? Yes, it had been his boots.
I heard a metallic thunk. His belt on his pants?
This man may well have saved me from a fate worse than hell, but at heart he was every bit the predator that I had first thought him to be. I heard whispers of movement all about the room.
I heard the strike of a match and then there was the increasing glow of light from behind me. The intense feeling of being on the verge of going over a cliff that I could never come back from came down to settle upon me hard.
I knew nothing about this man and yet soon I could well be bearing his child, even as I was made to live in a foreign place that I’d never been to before. Could I bargain with him?
Bargain with what? I sensed that money was no big point of influence in this man’s life, even if I’d had any.
No, he had what he wanted and that was me. The last man on earth that I had wanted to have possession of me now had me completely at his mercy.
How twisted of a story my life had become. Didn’t I deserve to be loved and courted for who I was?
I did, but while that may be the case it made no difference now because I could feel it in his actions.
He had a heart, this I knew, but in some way he’d closed it off and all I felt at work behind my back was a male. A very dominant male.
A male that meant to have me submitted to him. It didn’t seem right, but I knew there wasn’t anything I could do or say to stop him.
I was powerless and I quietly made the choice not to fight him. A light came closer and then it passed over my shoulder.
I stared at the candle placed down onto the table before me. Its warm glow beckoned to my eyes even as I felt his warm hands pull his cloak out away from me.
The lips that had smashed down upon mine on the stage, settled hotly against my neck. I tried not to cry out, but I did and as my hands rose they were chained in place by the grasp of his about my wrists.
His strength was beyond any I had ever witnessed. The passion alone with which he had rowed the boat out from shore was incalculable.
I couldn’t break free. He knew it and I knew it.
He crossed my arms and pressed them to my chest. With a growl in my ear he said, “Leave them there.”
I obeyed. With a shiver, I felt his fingers slip under the straps of my chemise.
His hands lifted and I was soon up on my feet before the table. He kicked the chair aside and at the same moment he swept my straps down.
It was too much movement to resist and as before my breasts cascaded free. With a gasp I pressed my still crossed arms against them.
I felt his fingers untie the laces at my back and then I felt his fingers dig into the material then and with a jerk all the stays loosened and as he let go it fluttered down to lay at my bare feet. I was completely naked to him and with a shudder, I stood still as I felt his gaze with the heat of flame to it as it moved over all that he had revealed.
His hands settled about my waist and I gasped. I had started to lower my hands to grasp his, when his voice warned, “I wouldn’t.”
Wisely, I didn’t. The front of my bare thighs pressed against the table, then as I felt him kiss the small of my back wetly.
I shivered and suddenly all of me was shaking as his big hands slid down from my waist to richly fill themselves with my wide hips even as the tracing action of his tongue bathed the small of my back with both fire and the touch of his possession.
His words were full of passion as he sighed deeply, “I thought your breasts the most beautiful that I had ever seen, but your ass darling is as gorgeous to me as they are.”
His words affected me strangely.
He was a monster.
He was also the man that had saved me.
I closed my eyes in shame, then as I felt his hands fill themselves with the cheeks of my bottom. I remembered only too keenly the threat of his words that night at the party, when he’d told me all the places his cock would go.
Like a nightmare from the party remembered I felt his fingers split apart the cheeks of my bottom and I knew exactly what he was staring at. What he would do to me there simply wasn’t done to women in polite society.
There was simply nothing polite about this man, though, even as I knew he could care less about what society might think.
His voice sounding pressured he said, “Move the candle out of the way and lay forward onto the table.”
I wanted to disobey. I wanted to scream at him and tell him he was a monster.
Instead with a sob I reached down and pushed the candle off to the right. His big hands slid off of my bottom and onto my thighs as I obeyed and laid down face first onto the table.
His large hands slipped between my thighs and began to pull outward. My bare feet standing on the decking of the ship slid farther apart as he widened the distance between my legs.
What was he doing?
He kissed me then and in shock I felt exactly what he was doing. I started to rise up, but his voice so near to the openly wet feminine part of my anatomy said, “Don’t make me tie you down to the table because I will if I have to.”
My arms relaxed and once more the tightly budded tips of my breasts pressed against the table’s surface. Breathing heavy I felt his breath on me and then it was his lips and then…. oh…… then it was his tongue.
One of his hands rested over the rounded swell of one of my hips even as the palm of the other came up between my legs until with pressure it settled on the forward part of my sheath area. Abruptly gasping in shock at the pleasure of his hand’s feel upon me, I came up on tiptoe.
My reaction to his touch was followed by his chuckle that I literally felt inside of me as his tongue pierced between the lips of my womanhood. The sensations that he was provoking were beyond anything I had ever felt.
Why had no one ever told me about this? Did other women feel this pleasure?
His palm moved then rhythmically, as he altered the pressure of it upon me and helplessly I heard myself groaning, even as his tongue along with his literal breath for air against me blew apart everything I knew of the world of pleasure. What was happening?
Reaching forward I gripped the edge of the table hard as my insides suddenly constricted. In shock my eyes opened fully as pleasure like no other peeled throughout the whole of me.
Gasping, I cried out even as I gripped down on the table as his hot tongue gored wetly into my sheath from behind. Breathing hard I felt the tide of pleasure ebb and then through his consistent actions he began to make it rise within me all over again.
“No!” I begged softly, but it did me no good. He wasn’t listening and then I was beyond thinking as he effortlessly dominated me with pleasure like I had never even dreamed possible.
His tongue finally left me as did the pressure of his hand, but it did no good. I writhed against the surface of the table in want for what I did not know.
I felt him rise up behind me and then one of his hands grasped together a bunch of my hair and with that in hand he pulled back on it and I found myself standing. Breathing heavy I felt myself pressed up against a male for the first time in my life.
The aspect of his anatomy that made him male was only too discernible as it was pressed hotly into my back. He felt huge. I’d known that he would be.
His voice that spoke against my ear sounded like a man barely restrained, “Still think I’m a monster?”
“Yes.” I whispered back deeply afraid.
“Well, I’m not!”
“Prove it!” I challenged.
He growled and then he let go of me completely. I stood there bare of his touch.
Somehow I felt more naked without it. Slowly I turned.
My eyes took him in. He was beautiful.
In him I recognized all the traits of a male that the men of high society lacked. The only muscles they had to their name were those they used to eat with an open a Sunday paper with.
This man was as virally masculine in proportion as Adam must’ve been and staring at the shaft of his desire for me, I admitted to myself that I knew exactly what I wanted in the part of me that ached deeply between my legs in desperate want for something to fill it.
I wanted it in me. In a way everything I had noticed about him was born to life in his shaft.
His shaft was quite literally him and he wanted me with a vengeance.
He was breathing heavy and my eyes went to him as he spoke. “A monster would never have given you a taste of what pleasure is about before taking his own. He would of just taken you.”
I stared into his eyes timidly cowed by his evident passion for me.
He repeated, “I am not a monster!”
I nodded.
His hand came up and wiped at the sweat across his face. The level of restraint by him to claim what he easily could do by force was incredible.
In a way it touched my heart in that moment like nothing else could have.
“Why don’t you though. I mean, why don’t you take me?”
He looked away, “You are so incredibly beautiful. I…. I would not do a great job right now. You’re a virgin. One moment after entering you I’d likely be spewing everywhere and ramming away as I did and there you would be screaming in agony. I’d never get that moment back. I’d be something that I’m not by nature.”
He looked back at me and I saw the truth of the struggle within this man as his spirit warred against the desires of his flesh. In very much an enlightenment of sudden awareness I realized two things.
This was a very good man and I was very fortunate to belong to him. The second was that…… the second thing was hard to admit to.
I respected him. I respected him enough to submit to him.
My eyes lowered to his cock. It still strained to dominate me and I knew that it would.
I swept my hair back over an ear subconsciously. I was completely unsure of myself and what I was about to do.
I spoke, “That night at the party when you named the ways your cock would have me did you mean it?”
“You know I did and I will.”
I nodded and softly said with a glance at his eyes, “Well, why don’t you start with my mouth first.”
I watched the fire within his gaze double.
Speaking gutturally he said, “I think that would be a good idea. Come here.”
I did. I stepped up to him and then as his hands settled on my shoulders and pressed I went to my knees before him on the floor.
I was doing the right thing. I knew I was, but it was hard to hold onto that belief right now.
One of his hands knotted into my hair tightly. It hurt, but I accepted the fact that life with a man of this level of passion would hurt at times.
With his other hand he grasped his shaft and a thrill swept over me as I watched him bring it to my lips. The wet head of his cock pressed against my still swollen lips and in submission to this man I parted them over the head of his shaft.
I’d smelled the musky scent of him before, but now I had the taste of him in my mouth. It was every bit as intoxicating as his smell.
I gave in to the reality all over again that this man owned me and despite my plans to the contrary, God had seemingly made me just right for him. As his cock penetrated deeper into my mouth, I accepted the awareness that my lips were a perfect fit and then it was my throat receiving him.
I fought hard against gagging and failed. He helped me though, by withdrawing slightly, but then he was there again, insistently pushing at the back of my mouth.
Time went by and as it did his cock went repeatedly deeper into my throat as he brought even my gag reflex into submission to him. It was simply impossible to breathe at times and then he would pull back and give me a breath.
I heard him groan repeatedly even as I felt the tremor of the pleasure he felt radiate out through his whole body. Suddenly he withdrew the mighty length of his cock until only the head was in past my lips and I sucked in air around it not knowing what was coming.
My hands left my thighs and came up to grip on the back of his thighs. In a way my hands reveled at the feel of the rigid muscles they found there.
There was nothing weak about this man. Indeed, his spirit was even stronger than the flesh I held on to.
His hips rammed forward and my throat made way for the entirety of a man, even as I trusted him to let me have a breath before I died of lack of air. I felt the coursing of his seed through his shaft and then hotness of it going down my throat, even as my face was pressed deeply into the musky black curls of his groin hair.
With a shout of release, he pulled his shaft back out of my throat and I gasped and choked. I needed air, but instead I got a continuing jet of his seed. I did my best to swallow and breathe at the same time, as the hand bound in my hair held my head prisoner to this man’s possession of it.
Finally, no more seed came to bath the insides of my cheeks or be expressed out upon my tongue. He groaned deeply and with a tug on my hair pulled my spent mouth off of him.
With his hand he pressed the side of my face against his one thigh. I coughed slightly.
I felt strange. The taste of him was in me and I…… I liked it.
In fact, I wouldn’t mind if he did it again, which is when I realized how wet I was between my legs. Pleasing him had brought me pleasure.
I glanced up and then he was pulling me up to my feet. Together we stood making intense eye contact with each other.
Adam’s Perspective
I could not believe what had just happened. What she had just given me.
Her gaze on me wasn’t so fearful as it was simply curious now.
She spoke, “What is your name?”
“Adam.”
She smiled and whispered, “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I said before leaning down and kissing the lips that had just given me so much pleasure.
My hands found her narrow waist and pulled her into me. Shyly she came and I felt the full press of her gorgeous breasts press into my muscled chest.
The hard furled nipples of her breasts were a thing begging for the need to be played with as they drug through my chest hair, but insistently I groaned with a deeper need as my shaft that had really not ever gotten soft got aggressively hard again as it pressed into her soft belly.
Guiding her as I kissed her I eventually toppled her gently back onto the well illuminated bed in the room. With surprise her eyes opened, but I was already there on the bed with her and between her thighs.
Once more I kissed her and received the joy of feeling her kiss me in return. I rubbed my shaft up against what made her a woman and groaned with the need to be within her hot depths.
I took her hands and imprisoned her wrists to either side of her head. Kissing down her face I licked beneath her jaw and she groaned even as my shaft began to make entry into the sopping wet heart of her femininity.
Savagely I bit down where her neck joined her shoulder and she flinched, but then screamed as with a concerted invasion I forced the entirety of my shaft all the way up into her at once. She tried to fight then, but I had her completely incapacitated and in frustrated anger she lay open and bare to my repeated invasion of her wet tightness that I had just shattered open for the first time.
Groaning against her neck I rode myself in an out of her cherishing the giving tightness of her body. I knew she was angry, but I didn’t care.
She lay beneath me sullenly and finally I too had enough of it. Resting deep within her for a moment I lifted my head.
Her gaze came to mine and insolently she said, “Please be done with it. I want to go to sleep.”
I pulled completely out of her. What a little brat she was!
In seeking to be nice to her and control myself I had done the opposite of any good for myself. Her sullen gaze blinked and then fell altogether apart, because she saw firsthand how incredibly angry she had made me.
The girl simply didn’t know what was good for her, but I did. Pointing a finger at her I said, “You’ve brought about what’s going to happen upon yourself and thus have no one to blame for it but yourself.”
She didn’t like the sound of that and immediately began trying to scuttle away from me. I didn’t let her though.
Grabbing an ankle I pulled her back and before she could hit at me, I flipped her to her front. She tried to rise, but I took her hands out from beneath her and wrenched them none too gently to be behind her back where I quickly tied them off with a sash.
She gasped and cried out, “Please, I….”
“Too late my lady. You’re about to get what you no doubt have never gotten in your life, but are sorely in need of.”
“What….”
I shifted till I was seated on the side of the bed and manhandling her I soon had her face down and bent over one knee. She now knew what was about to happen and vixen that she was, she tried to bite my leg.
My hand fell down hard. The slapped contact of my hand against one half of her beautifully full bottom had her teeth releasing from my leg with a cry that was more shocked than pained coming out of her lips.
I didn’t stop. My hand fell again and this time it fell hard on the other side.
Again she cried out and redoubled her efforts to be free, but she wasn’t going anywhere. The soft light brown skin of her upturned bottom soon became a dark red.
In truth, I hated what I was doing. It was against my nature to hurt a woman, but I recognized the dire need for discipline in this moment if any meaningful relationship was to be achieved with this girl.
Savagely I continued on, even as she was now an open bawl of tears as she hung helplessly over my knee. Slowing my pace I said with deep clarity, even as I drove home my words with the imprint of my hand upon her bottom, “I am your man. You will respect me as such. I alone control what is to be done between the two of us and so help me from now on you better act the part of being my dutiful wife with a manner about you that befits a woman willing to be a pleasing an active part of my life instead of being a spoiled, brattish, and obstinate little wildcat doesn’t know a good thing when she sees it!”
I was done. Completely sickened with myself for the bruises I saw already forming on an area of her glorious body that I only wanted to lavish pleasure on I got up even as I dumped her unceremoniously back into the bed, untying her wrists in the process.
Despite everything my shaft was raging, but I could not stand the broken sound of her crying one second more. Truly the emotions of this night had gone too far and all I wanted right now was to be distant from them.
Throwing clothes on and stuffing my erection into them, when it should’ve spent an evening buried in her wet tightness I stomped out of the cabin and slammed the door closed. I would be the laughing stock of the whole boat and as well as that may be, no man had better do it to my face.