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Lissa awoke very slowly from her dream world. She didn't want to awaken, because she truly was having a very nice dream indeed. She had been waltzing with the handsome man she had met shortly before leaving London several weeks ago. He had been tall, dark, very dashing, very elegant, and very, very aloof. He had courted her at first, just like a gentleman should. She had begun falling in love with the very wealthy, extremely marriageable, eldest son of the Duke of Carlton. And then suddenly, he had disappeared without a word to anyone. She had asked discreetly, but no one seemed to know where he had gone. Of course, there had been countless rumors, including an affair with a much-married lady, whose husband suddenly decided to object. And she had heard the story about his mistress deciding she would take a lover, and in a rage of jealousy, there had been a sunrise duel, and Lord John Fitzpatrick, eldest son of the Duke, had been forced to leave town to avoid a terrible scandal. And the worst of all was that he had grown bored with town life, and the lovelies he had found there, and deserted London for some hunting in Scotland.
That one had hurt her because she had thought they were becoming friends, maybe even more than friends. And to hear he left town out of 'boredom,' possibly with her, she interpreted on her own, is what cut the deepest. This had been her first season in London, and she had been older than the rest of the girls debuting to the ton. She had spent the last seven years caring for her mother, who had been ailing, and had passed away last year. She had come home from the Caribbean to care for her, and be with her, her father, though had remained behind. His duties as Governor had precluded his returning for any prolonged period. And in the beginning, they had all hoped that her mother would improve, and then they could both return to be with her father. But time had passed on, and her mother had slowly worsened. They had lived with her mother's brother, Uncle Rodney. She had had her cousins to keep her company. She had refused to go to London when her Aunt Celia had offered when she was presenting her own daughter, Louise, 5 years earlier, but still, Lissa had refused. For many reasons, but mainly to stay with her mother. She didn't want to be away for 5, maybe 6 months, and she wasn't in the market, in her opinion, for a husband, so why go?
But then her mother had passed away, and her Aunt and Uncle had brought her to London for a few months stay, before she was to leave to join her father once again. Secretly, they had both hoped she would meet and marry a young man and stay in England, having grown very fond of the girl over the years. Her aunt had been on tender hooks when Lord Fitzpatrick had begun paying her such marked attention. But then he had disappeared, and she had seen the intense disappointment and hurt on her niece's face, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it. Finally the time had come for Lissa to set sail, and as originally planned, her cousin, Albert, was to accompany her on her travels. He would stay for awhile, and then return. His parents had not really wanted him to go, but Lissa really needed a male escort they felt. Albert had not done much to hide his growing feelings for his cousin, even though they could never be allowed to come to fruition.
And with a heavy heart, and her mother's lady's maid, Hannah, Lissa and Albert had set sail 3 weeks ago. The sea journey had been very peaceful, totally uneventful, which was fine with Albert. He had never been much good in a rowboat, let alone a sea-going vessel such as this. A peaceful sea was all he could cope with. Lissa though was a sailor by nature. Her father and she had spent ours on the sea, from her earliest memories. He had taught her to sail small dinghies in the beginning, and finally she had worked her way up to sailing his private yacht, which he used for sailing around the islands, whenever he had free time. The pirate's had always left his boat alone, probably because they knew his retribution would be swift and sure. And they had all learned to steer clear of the new Governor when he had first come to the Caribbean over 26 years earlier. Lord Peter Stillton had become as formidable as the pirates' who raided the many islands in the Caribbean had.
The noise grew louder and louder, seeming to come nearer to her room each second. Lissa threw off her bedclothes and started to grab her robe. Suddenly her door was thrown open by her maid, Hannah, who rushed in, crying, and screaming that 'pirates were going to kill them all!' And then her door opened again to admit Albert. He quickly told Hannah to shut up, and change clothes with Lissa. She was going to be the Lady, and Lissa the maidservant. He said they needed to do this to protect Lissa. Lissa argued that she wasn't afraid, and she had no desire to run and hide from any cowardly pirates. But Albert and the growing sound of guns, shouts and cries of pain, convinced her. Along with Albert reminding her that they would hold her for ransom if they knew her father was the governor.
Lissa had quickly dressed in the plain blue gown of Hannah's, and Hannah had taken her lady's place in the plush, extremely comfortable bed. If only she could enjoy it, the little older woman thought to herself. The door was then shoved open, and two very large, nasty looking men burst through the doorway. For a moment, silence filled the room. And then the two pirates elbowed each other, and laughed. Lissa noticed they were both wearing kerchiefs tied to conceal the upper parts of their faces, with holes cut for their eyes. She wondered why they wanted to conceal their faces, but quickly dropped that thought as one of them grabbed her arm. He shoved Albert easily out of his way when he stepped forward to stop him.
Laughing the pirate pulled Lissa from the stateroom, shouting behind that 'Henry' should bring the old woman and the 'gent' with him. The sun was barely crested above the water's edge, and Lissa could see that the officers and men of the ship had been gathered off to one side, and were being held in check by several very large, rough looking men. And Lissa was thrown forward and fell to her knees. As she shoved her hair back, out of her face, she saw a pair of very shiny black boots directly in front of her. She heard a bold masculine laugh directly above her.
"And just what did you find below, Jack?" she heard him then ask.
The pirate that had found her, Jack replied, laughing heartily. "I found me a sweet little serving wench by the look of her, Cap'n. Her 'ladyship' was still abed." All the pirates, and the 'Cap'n' laughed at that. Lissa heard Albert protesting and Hannah scared shrieks directly behind her now. She knew she had to be careful not to betray any of them to the pirates. She started to get to her feet, when suddenly her upper arms were grabbed and she was jerked upwards and forwards.
Lissa couldn't stop the scream that escaped her lips as she was crushed against the broad chested pirate in front of her. She could feel the material of his shirt brushing against the tops of her breasts with each breath she took. She looked up into a masked face and saw two very deep blue eyes staring back at her. She thought the pirate was startled and she felt his muscles tense in his arms, his chest. She wondered again if maybe she should state who she was, maybe that would be the only way to save all of them, including the crew. But then she heard Jack behind her. "Do I get to keep her, BlackJack? See'n as how I found her."
Henry protested that they had seen her at the same time. He said he didn't want the other one, even though she was closer to his age. The old woman hadn't once shut up since he had let her put her robe and slippers on, before dragging her onto the deck. No man wanted a shrew that was for sure! BlackJack cut short all the bickering. His words caused a tightening in Lissa's chest and sinking feeling in her stomach.
"No! She is mine. Whatever monies and jewels you find, you can split between you, but the wench is mine!" And with that declaration he told Jack to take the prisoners over to their ship, and for the rest of them to gather what they wanted and they would be under way. But as Jack grabbed her and prepared to lift her to his shoulder to carry her across to the other ship, Lissa cried out to the other man.
"I beg of you, sir! Don't kill these men… they have done you no harm."
Jack turned back and looked into the woman's pleading green eyes. God, he thought to himself. This woman was trouble. He had known it from the first minute he had seen her. He didn't know why he stopped and said anything to her, but he said the men would be released in a boat, with plenty of food and water to get them to the nearest island, which was only about 1 day away.
"Thank you, Captain." Lissa whispered back to him, and then Jack hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and proceeded to grab and rope and swing with her back to their ship. She heard BlackJack laugh when she screamed when swung out so high over the sea below. A few minutes later she found herself set down inside the captain's cabin, and then the door was slammed shut and she heard the key turn in the lock. And no amount of jiggling on the handle of the door did any good.
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Several hours later, the door opened for a few minutes to admit Henry. He told her to back away from the door and when she had done so, he set a tray of food on the table. She wanted to protest, to demand that Albert and Hannah are fed also, but she didn't dare give orders. No serving wench or maidservant would speak like that. Henry quickly backed out of the room and closed the door behind him. Lissa heard the sound of the key turning once again in the lock. She heard the commotion of the ship setting sail once again, and as they pulled away, Lissa ran to the window and thrust it open. In the distance, she saw two rowboats, both with the sailors from the other ship on board, and then the burning of the ship also. The officers of the other ship had known who she was, and she wondered if they had said anything before being set adrift on the small boat. Lissa turned away, despondent, not sure what was going to happen to them. How she wished she could have seen her father once more. But perhaps that was not to be. Finally, she went over and lie down on the large bed. She curled up in a ball and was soon asleep.
It was dark out when the door opened again. Lissa slowly blinked her eyes at the light now filling the room. And then she saw the pirate was standing near the table, dinner having been set upon the table. Her movement alerted him, and he turned to face her. She saw he was still wearing the kerchief to conceal his face from her. He invited her quite graciously to join him for dinner. He watched in silence as she argued with herself about eating with the enemy. Finally, Lissa struggled from the depths of the comfortable bed, and walked barefoot to the table. She had reached the table, when she noticed the pirate was staring at her bare feet. She started to go back for her shoes, when he touched her arm lightly, and invited her to be seated.
Lissa was very surprised when he held her chair. She waited and he sat opposite her. He stared at her in silence for a very long time. When he finally spoke, Lissa was very surprised. His voice smooth, very cultured, articulate.
"I'm afraid we have an unforeseen problem, Lissa." She gasped when he said her name.
"How do you…" she started to ask, but he raised his hand to stop her. Lissa stared in disbelief as he slowly raised his hands, and removed the mask he had worn since she had first seen him. "Oh, God, know!" she finally gasped out when she saw it was none other than Lord John Fitzpatrick, BlackJack, seated opposite her. "You’re a pirate!"
Jack poured her some wine and held her glass out for her to take. "Drink some, my dear, it will help."
"Help! Help what, may I ask? You are a pirate and you have kidnapped me and my cousin!"
Jack leaned back in his chair. He slowly sipped his own very delicious, and very expensive French wine. "That, my dear Lady Stillton is the problem. I have not kidnapped you; instead you have allowed me to capture a maidservant… A very beautiful, and comely maidservant," he added nodding his head towards her. "And I have supposedly also captured a so-called Lady Tusselbaum, and her so-called nephew, Albert." He stopped when Lissa bit off a laugh at the name Tusselbaum. That had been the name of one of her Uncle's very 'dotty' old aunt's, and who never could remember anything, besides the name of her dogs, of which she had had many, over the years.
"So, are you going to hold me for ransom? Get my father to pay you a vast fortune for my return?" Lissa hissed at him angrily. She could not believe that the wonderfully gentle, suave, romantic man from London was also a pirate called BlackJack. He was sitting here so calmly, serving himself from the different platters on the table, of what smelled like some very delicious food.
"Lissa, if you had just owned up to who you were the minute you came on deck, then things would be so much simpler."
"I don't understand… what do you mean? Then you would have just told your men then what you were going to do."
Jack shook his head. "I could have claimed such a thing yes… and that would have been the simple way to go. But to have you say now who you are, none of the men would believe you." He slowly took a bite of a very tenderly and deliciously cooked bite of chicken.
"So, just put us down somewhere and leave us. I'll never tell anyone who you are."
Jack smiled slowly. He shook his head though. "No, Lissa. You are a maidservant, to my men, and if I don't claim you for my own, then my dear, they will demand that I allow them to do so."
Lissa sat stunned, as the importance of his words slowly sank into her brain. Jack could see her thoughts chasing themselves across her face. She was a beautiful woman. It was her beauty, his feelings that had been growing so quickly for her, that had decided for him that he had to leave London, and quickly. He had lived the life of a buccaneer for a number of years, and he was quite happy to continue doing so, until he was forced to return to live in England. And he knew that would only be when he had to assume his duties as the Duke of Carlton, or if he married. What he had felt for Lissa Stillton could not have been made into a quick affair. She was a lady, of good family, substantial ties to the crown itself. Lissa Stillton was unfortunately not a woman he could 'fool' around with, as his father tended to put it. Lissa was the kind of woman a man married… and he wasn't ready to settle down and get married.
Lissa finally looked up at him. "So, now what, my lord… I mean… cap'n… good Lord, I don't even know what to call you!"
Jack laughed softly. "Call me Jack, or BlackJack. That is what the men will expect. As far as what next…well, Lissa, I have ordered my men to set sail to a very remote island. It is populated, and is visited every 6 months or so by the governor's stewards. I will set Albert and 'Lady Tusselbaum' down there. They will be rescued before too terribly long."
Lissa swallowed hard. "And what about me, my lord... I mean Jack?"
Jack leaned back in his chair. "Well, that again is the problem. My men are going to expect certain 'things' to occur… and if they don't, well, again, that could lead to problems."
Lissa frowned at the handsome man seated so casually, so relaxed across the table from her. "What 'things' are you talking about?"
Lissa shifted uneasily as Jack smiled. "As Lady Stillton and Lord Fitzpatrick, I could of course, not speak of such things. But as the pirate, BlackJack, and the wench he has captured on the high seas, I can tell you that I mean 'have my way with you.'" He paused as he saw her pupils dilate as his meaning sank in. Jack leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, holding Lissa's green eyes with his own very dark, deep blue ones. "You see, my dear, out here, we are different people. You made it so when you assumed the identity of your maid. I'm sure you had very good reasons for doing so, but things are now… most definitely a mess."
"But… but Lord Fitzpatrick, you are a gentleman. I'm sure you could just pretend… I mean no one has to know…"
Jack surprised Lissa by reaching over and grasping her slender white hand with his own. "But you see, Lissa. Out here, I am not a gentleman, I am a pirate. And as such I have a reputation…"
Lissa interrupted him abruptly. "But we don't have to tell anyone, like I said, we can pretend. No one has to know but us. You could set me ashore with more Albert. He won't tell either."
Jack stood and pulled Lissa up with him. He stepped close to her and she could feel the heat from his body seeping into her own. Just like before, his nearness could melt her bones. He put his hands on her upper arms, caressing her lightly. "Lissa, listen to me. I am not a gentleman, and I want you." He stopped talking then and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his mouth to hers and captured her parted lips with his own. He drank deeply of her breath, her sweetness. When she gasped in surprise at the heat she felt overwhelming her body, her senses, his tongue took quick advantage to venture inside. He plundered the soft sweetness of her mouth, her kiss. And when she moaned as her own desire began to rise and meet his own, his large hand moved upwards from her waist.
Lissa felt her knees give way when his hand cupped her firm, full breast. His hand molded immediately to her womanly shape, caressing her, squeezing her. And when he felt her nipple budding up in response and taut desire, he began rolling the eager, tender bud with his fingertips. Lissa suddenly became aware that her dress was being lowered. Somehow he had undone the fastenings in the back. She started to tell him 'no' when his slightly rough hands covered both of her now naked breasts. This time she couldn't stop the cries that escaped her lips. His hands were making her body come alive for the first time in her life. She could feel the strangest sensations zinging through her body, her skin. Her lower abdomen felt full, heavy, and she moved restlessly as she felt moisture forming between her upper thighs. He felt her movement and swept her off her feet into his arms.
It took but three strides for him to cross to the tousled bed and lower her into the soft depths. He followed her quickly, kissing her deeply as he moved his hands to pull her skirts higher and higher. Her cry of surprise when his hand moved to spread her upper thighs and then touch her sweet, wet womanly flesh between had him harder than a rock. He settled between her now wide spread thighs. He touched her gently, teasingly, finding that special spot… And she screamed out in surprised reaction. He felt the soft jerks of hips, and felt the wetness flooding his fingers. He smiled and kissed her mouth lightly. He told her to be patient, he had so much more to teach her…
Jack quickly shifted his own clothes, baring his hard, hot cock, eager to find her womanly body, and bury itself inside of her. He kissed her again, over and over, while his fingers of one hand teased her nipple, and the other found her sweet clit and again brought her to the brink of climax. And then, he thrust inside her, in one motion. He felt it, just as her scream of pain rent the air. She had been a virgin. He hadn't thought, since she was 25…
Jack looked down into her tear filled eyes. He kissed her softly, and moved slowly and gently. He waited, and soon her body adjusted itself to him. He touched her clit again, light teasing flicks of his finger, until her hips were jerking and she was bucking beneath him. He kissed her hard, and when he felt her body begin climaxing, tightening and spasming around his hard cock, he quickly followed, thrusting to his own joyous climax.
He lowered his sweat-covered body next to her own on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her half-closed lids. Telling her to go to sleep, he soon followed her.
Lissa thought she was back home, as she slowly awoke. The bed was so comfortable, and she felt warm, in spite of being naked. She shifted on the bed, and then she became aware that she wasn't 'home' but rather, was on a ship, somewhere in the Caribbean. She opened her eyes slowly, and felt a tugging on her left nipple. Her right breast being cupped and squeezed, slowly, rhythmically, as her left nipple was then encircled by wet heat followed this. She looked down and saw Jack's dark head bent over her breast, kissing, suckling her left nipple. She moaned, squirming on the bed when his hand moved down over her body to move over her mound, lightly stroking the pussy fur he found there.
Jack lifted his briefly to whisper that 'he would take care of her fur later,' but Lissa thought she was mistaken, because that made no sense whatsoever to her right then. And then his eager, questing fingers slid between her hot, wet lips to the treasure inside. He played with her until she spread her thighs of her own accord, shifting on the bed, lifting her hips… seeking… He moved his mouth up to hers and covered her mouth just as he started to flick her clit. He caught her soft cries with his mouth. He didn't think she needed to be making anymore noise tonight.
At night, on the sea, it was very quiet on board the ship. He had heard the men say that sometimes, you didn't have to listen very closely, that in between the slap, slap of the water against the sides of the ship, you could hear the scratching of mice as they went about they merry way. He was quite sure that probably all of his men, and he was sure that even Albert had heard her cries earlier in the night. Yes, there would be no doubt as to what went on in the captain's cabin last night. He knew that as long as he claimed her for his own, he would have no trouble with his men.
He shifted back down her body as she settled a bit, his teasing slowing some. He kissed and licked and played with her taut pink nipples. When he blew gently on them, they got even more distended. As he suckled her left nipple, his hand again began teasing her body. Only this time she surprised him. Her body jerked in response to his clever touch, and just as his fingers was flooded with her wetness, she cried out loudly in the night. He hadn't moved fast enough that time, he smiled to himself. He kissed her lightly and raised up over her soft, sweet body. He shifted her thighs, and her legs eagerly encircled his hips, pulling him to her body. And as he thrust into her wet, inner beauty, Lissa cried out his name.
As he continued to thrust, building ever fast to his own shattering climax, Lissa chanted his name, each time a bit louder. He smiled to himself at how lost in her passion she was. He had suspected this depth of passion in her in London, but he was more than pleasantly surprised at how truly passionate, and equally seductive, her responses were. He lowered his mouth to suckle her nipples again, and he felt her hands move to cup his head and cradle him closer to her body. He thought for a moment about covering her mouth with his own as he could feel her again climbing with him to another climax, when he decided to hell with it. Who cared if anyone heard! He moved one hand between their sweaty bodies, and lightly began teasing her clit, as he eased them both closer and closer. Just as Lissa climaxed around his hard shaft, he heard crying out a joyous "Yessss!" into the dark night. He thrust to his own climax seconds later.
A few moments later, when he lie quietly next to her sleeping body, he couldn't help but smile. He knew that if they were in London, all of the servants certainly would have quite a bit to chatter about the next morning. For a split second, he paused as he realized that he imagined her in his bed back in his 'other life.' He reminded himself that that was dangerous thinking, and pushed it to the back of mind. That would never happen, he told himself. And now, after this, it could never be allowed to happen. He soon fell asleep listening to her soft breathing in the darkness of the night.
Lissa awoke when the sun was high over head in the sky. She was unsure of where she was for a split second, and then it all came rushing back to her. She moved on the mussed bed and felt the ache between her thighs. She blushed brightly pink as she remembered how easily she had succumbed to his touch, his kiss. She had put up no resistance at all, she recalled. Not once had she said 'no' to him. God, she thought to herself, pushing her long red hair back out of her face, he must think I'm a trollop, or a…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She pulled the covers up to her nose and glanced over. She saw that Jack was dressed in his trousers only and was opening the door. She saw him take a tray from Henry, who kept trying to see around his captain's body, which quite sufficiently blocked most of vision. But he did get a glimpse of the red-haired beauty, whom was most definitely in the captain's bed. He grinned at Jack even as the door was shut in his face. He hurried off to report that the cries last night had indeed been what they had all suspected.
As Jack turned from the door he saw Lissa was awake, and sitting up in bed now. He invited her to come over and eat breakfast before it got cold. Lissa protested she had nothing to wear, but Jack merely smiled, stating it was warm enough this time of year to wear nothing. He laughed when she blushed even brighter pink. But he wasn't surprised when she pulled the sheet free of the bed, and wrapped it somewhat toga style around her naked body. Of course, he hadn't really thought she would come to his table naked, but the thought, and the subsequent images that followed that thought, did indeed make him smile.
Lissa saw that smug look on his face. Here she was feeling quite the disgraced lady this morning, and he was grinning. Men! She huffed to herself. But she was also incredibly hungry. And she dove into the food ravenously. Jack leaned back and watched her in silence as she proceeded to devour all the food on her plate, and then go looking for more. When he was ungentlemanly enough to suggest that she was eating so much, they would have to find a way to work it off, she glared at him hotly. But he made her even angrier when all he did was laugh in reply. When she even gave the food on his plate a glance, he pushed it towards her. Jack watched as the very lady-like Lissa Stillton reached across the table and grabbed up his remaining ham, and the last piece of bread. He knew she would never have behaved in such a fashion in London.
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She had barely finished eating, when there was another knock on the door. She watched in surprise as Henry, directing two other sailors, to begin hauling in the hot water for the 'cap'n's tub.' In amazement, she saw them pull from behind a screen a white porcelain tub, and begin filling it with steaming hot water. As soon as they were finished, Jack suggested they go ahead and take a bath. He had the nerve to laugh at her when she suggested he leave while she do so. Lissa blushed very brightly when he said 'from now on they would bathe together, whenever he said so.' And with that, he pulled the sheet from her naked body. Lissa tried in vain to conceal herself, but finally dropped her hands.
Jack let his eyes travel over her nude body. Her long hair was flipped back behind her shoulders, which were a beautiful pale white from lack of exposure to the sun, unlike his own sun-bronzed body. His gaze drifted down, to linger on her very full, large, round breasts. Her breasts were more magnificent than he had imagined, and he certainly had given them a great deal of thought, while he was back in London. He remembered how they felt, cupped in his hands. And then he let his eyes move down over her softly rounded belly, to her womanhood below. He smiled as he looked at her pussy fur. He would indeed deal with that, after their bath. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the bath. Without further argument, he simply picked her up and set her down in the tub. She slid quickly below the water, staring at him. He handed her the soap and then proceeded to undo, and drop his own trousers.
Lissa's flushed hotly, both from embarrassment, and from the heated water. She had not seen him last night, and he was quite magnificently built. She and her cousin had found a book hidden in Uncle Rodney's library a long time ago, and they had looked their fill at the naked body of the man and woman shown in his anatomy book. Yes, indeed, Jack was a good deal more endowed than the drawing in the book. She scooted forward in the tub as Jack moved to sit behind her. The water sloshed around as he settled behind. She didn't know what to expect, but was very surprised when his hands lightly touched her shoulders, and eased her backwards to rest between his spread thighs, and lean back against his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her quietly in the tub.
Slowly, listening to his heart beat behind her, feeling his skin against her own in the hot water, something happened to her. She changed. Or maybe it had happened last night, or maybe it had been yesterday on deck, or perhaps it had happened back in London. But she had fallen in love with this man. His gentle touch, his passionate embraces and his soul-searching kisses were more than she could handle. She knew she could call herself all kinds of names for falling into his arms so easily, but she also knew she couldn't deny that she was now in love with a pirate.
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