A novella ~ "Privateer's Desire: Stealing Romance"

[Susurration]

Sounds as though it could be rather painful, ouch !

Those earrings though, I wonder if there is more to them than meets the eye?

 

[Tallcajun]

So, so much to catch up on.
I'll have to read with my a.m. coffee.

Keep it up, you two!

 

[Mrtenant]

Sounds as though it could be rather painful, ouch !

Those earrings though, I wonder if there is more to them than meets the eye?

Ear piercing, can be painful from all I've seen. In 1813? Yea, probably so. Stick around Suss, so much coming up.

So, so much to catch up on.
I'll have to read with my a.m. coffee.

Keep it up, you two!

Welcome back TC, good holiday? The holiday parties may be done. The story party is still happening. Get caught up.

 

[Mrtenant]

I watch a tumult of emotions cross your face, the earrings still clutched in your hand. And then a look of determination settles on your features.

The words spill out in a torrent as you fully embrace this idea… burying your face in my neck once again and hugging me tightly.

I kiss the top of your head as a thousand thoughts race through my mind. A jumble of ideas and memories tumble together in a flurry… ear-piercings, your family back in Barbados, my enemies, safety for you and for us, how life is about to change aboard the Constantine, those in my life I can trust, my friends, my crew, making love, and you, always you and the list goes on….

We lounge together on one of the cushioned sofas, in just our skin, and continue on in this wise about Hamad’s jewels and his other treasures.

We are companionable together, and as we converse idly we caress and kiss one another. It is not long before we are only kissing and caressing and all conversation ceases.

Our desires peak once again, as we take our pleasures with one another. Our loving is intense and free. We are becoming more adventurous with each other with every new encounter.

The unremmitting heat of the midday sun causes us to sweat tremendously. You are quite the sight to see with your gold and jewels, and with your face, hair, and body glistening in the sunlight.

With a final mind shattering cascade of bliss, we collapse in a heap on the lounge. Breathing heavily, we hold each other and lightly laugh, until our breathing calms and slows once more.

With a huge grin, I grab your hand and dash over the edge of the upper deck and plunge into the river!

We rise up together laughing and splashing water at each other. After a few more minutes of frolicking, we swim to the Lysandra and are met by my dear friend Gerard who holds several large sheets.

Wrapping them ‘round us, I take your arm and we stroll into the cabin to dry off. In the midst of drying each other, we both take liberties with one another’s body, fondling and caressing along with the accompanying sounds of delight and playfulness.

Stopping momentarily, my eyes light up while looking upon you. Smiling back at me, your eyes full of love, God help me, I melt a little.

“Darling, the men are preparing dinner for us. We have a little time right now. I would love to see you in earrings as we dine tonight. Let us attend to it immediately.”

 

[Tallcajun]

Ah, yes. Finished and fully caught up.
(Love the video).
Well, I think the story and the writing just gets better. It never slows and the detail give a wonderful visual.
I love the belly chain. Very erotic.

CB and MrT, well done!

 

[cascadiabound]

Ah, yes. Finished and fully caught up.
(Love the video).
Well, I think the story and the writing just gets better. It never slows and the detail give a wonderful visual.
I love the belly chain. Very erotic.

CB and MrT, well done!

TC!!!! So lovely to see you back after the holidays sweetie!
So glad you were able to make time to get caught up with our tale. Bit of binge reading?? And video watching??

...And thank you, thank you, thank you for your high praise.
*curtseys deeply*

To all our readers who are returning from holiday~~welcome back. Pull up a seat, get comfy. Can I get you a drink? Popcorn anyone? The wood stove is burning and there is more to this tale of romance and adventure!

Cascadia

 

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Before long you are caressing my nearly naked body, clad as I am, only in necklaces, chains and jewels and we make free with each other. I lean into your love, feeling confident you are mine not just today, but forever.

Moments later, you sweep me into your arms and carry me to a low cushioned bench, our passion overwhelming, my skin shining in the sun almost as brilliantly as the gold and jewels I wear.

Our skin is slick with sweat as we move against each other, the pleasures you give me are beyond all imagining. Our cries carry loudly across the water as we assuage our need with each other.

I have barely recovered my breath from our loving, and you are sweeping me off the deck into the water. Splashing and laughing in the water as we romp together like two children without a care in the world.

Returning to the Lysandra, Gerard greets us with towels, and we return to the cabin. While we dry off, I see that mischievous look in your eye as you pull me into your lap again.

“Darling, I would love to see you in earrings as we dine. Let us attend to it immediately,” you urge.

I hesitate, finally voicing my fears, “Will it hurt?”

Taking my chin in your hand, “Yes, it will hurt,” and then you reassure me, your voice calm, “I promise I will keep you safe - always. Do you trust me?”

Nodding, of course I trust you. I trust you with my life. You have saved me time and again.

“Darling, I need you to say the words … as I will only do this with your consent.”

Eagerly now, I consent, “Yes, yes, my Captain, I do trust you, and I desire you to pierce my ears.”

I hug you close, even as my heart beats rapidly with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Knowing you must collect the equipment to do the procedure, I sit, fidgeting slightly on the edge of the bed. The sheet slowly slips down from my breasts as you move about the cabin. Raw with emotion and virtually naked, there is no question in my mind I am wholly yours. My heart overflows with love for you.

 

[Mrtenant]

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You take a deep breath, and then smile, your hazel eyes bright,

“Yes, yes, my Captain, I do trust you, and I desire you to pierce my ears so I might wear earrings that will delight you and show the world I am yours and yours alone.”

You hug me excitedly in agreement and then spin away from me. You are wearing only a light shift. It is such an arousing delight to see you thus. You settle yourself on the bed and I put the tea kettle in the fireplace.

I find and bring Hamad’s medical kit forward and go through it looking for the right equipment. There is a small clamp and a sewing needle. It is exactly what I wished for.

“Wait here darling. I will return momentarily.” I tell you, smiling as I caress your cheek.

You place your hand upon mine in that caress, and I kiss your lips in that lingering fashion that has become our habit.

Withal, I stride to the cabin door, opening, look out and let out a piercing whistle. Antoine is there in but a moment. I ask of him to play a soft tune of some length on his fiddle before dinner. Of course, he complies with a smile and my thanks.

Returning to the cabin, I see your smile of pleasure as the music starts without. I approach the bed and you hug me as I kiss the top of your head. Separating, I find and light a few candles around the bed chamber.

Ere long, the kettle sounds off. I bring the boiling water over to the bowl at hand and first drop in the needle from the medical kit. Then I slowly pour in the water. I add in the set of small earrings you will need to start with.

“To cleanse them” I tell you.

“Oh yes, darling.” you nod knowingly, “we always did thusly in the surgery back home.”

“Okay darling, this will sting a little, but when done, you will have lovely pierced ears.”

I guide you to lie down upon the bed.

I have pierced many an ear for sailors in my time. I am very familiar with the process. While candlelight, music, and an exotic bed chamber are not the usual, still, the mechanics are the same. And this is, of course, not a typical ear-piercing.

As the needle rests in the boiling water, I sit upon the bed with your head in my lap. I gaze upon you in adoration as you look upon me in the same fashion. Kissing your lips while I caress your cheek more, I reach for one of the small clamps.

Pulling out of the kiss, you watch me avidly as I show you the clamp. I glide it over your body, sending you into visible shivers as the cool metal grazes a nipple.

“To numb your earlobe some” I offer as you smile with recognition of the instrument.

Clamping it upon the lobe tightly, I note your wince. I kiss you once again, softly, lingering.

“My brave girl…”

I place the other clamp and kiss you again. Stroking your hair, I direct you to stare at the clock and listen to the sound of my voice.

Haltingly, I begin to sing an old sailor song, the same tune Antoine often plays on the fiddle. A song of sailors long at sea returning home.

Flicking your earlobe sharply, I look at you questioningly. You shake your head slightly with a small smile. Your love and trust is so evident in your smile and I am beyond pleased- I am so in love with you.

Taking the needle as I continue to sing softly, I hold an earlobe firmly and then quickly pass the needle through it. You wince slightly and gasp.

Quickly, with efficiency, I do the other. With practiced hands, I take the small earrings and set them in their places.

Lifting you up to a sitting position, I stop singing, and hug you as warmly and tightly as you hug me.

“I love you so much, darling. I claim thee, before God and by the storm tossed seas of my heart, thou art mine,” my heart feels as if it might burst with emotion, as a tear rolls from my eye.

“I love you so very much, my Captain. I am yours. You are all I ever wanted.” Your voice breaks as you reply with tears of joy and a smile.

We embrace, holding one another, with the pleasure of love and belonging. It is a perfect moment that I savor in all fullness.

 

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I cannot take my eyes off of you as you move about the cabin, collecting what you need, lighting a few candles and making arrangements. From outside the suite, I hear the plaintive strains of Antoine’s fiddle. I relax slightly.

My Captain seems to think of everything. The kettle boils and you position me in your lap, kissing me and stroking my hair. I am amazed at the number of things you are adept at. Will wonders never cease?

You manage to make the process of piercing me memorable, romantic and something akin to a vow between us. You sing to me in order to calm me and to focus my mind as you pass the needle through first one tender lobe and then the other.

I am enchanted. I will never forget this time with you. Every time I touch my ears, feel earrings brush against my neck, I will be reminded of how I am tied to you, forever.

Afterwards, I cannot stop staring at myself in the gilded mirror. The small iridescent pearl earrings you have chosen for me to wear initially as my ears heal look so beautiful.

As I peer at my reflection I think upon all of the things I have lived through since my debutante ball. It feels a lifetime ago, yet was but a mere six months. I am no longer the girl I was then. I am now a woman, partner and lover to my Captain.

I begin to dress in the britches and white blouse which have become my regular sailing and training attire, when the music stops and a knock comes at the door. Quickly, the Captain goes without, and moments later, I follow. Peering around you, I see a sailing yacht flying the British colors pulling alongside the Lysandra.

 

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[Mrtenant]

“Dinner is soon, darling, we should get dressed.” I say.

I am reluctant to release you, as lounging naked forever would be a bliss, however I cannot have you go about thusly in front of my men.

“Yes, of course, my love. And thank you, again. I could not have imagined just how wonderful all this could be, would be. And this token between us now – it means the world to me. It is beyond words,” you reply along with another searing kiss.

We separate and I begin to dress. You drift over to the mirror as I observe you. I watch you gaze into the mirror, touching the new earrings. Looking from one ear to the other. You take a step back and look at yourself from head to toe, as if for the first time.

Your face and stance transform before my very eyes. It is as though you have grown somehow. It is you, the young woman I was transfixed with at the island dance, but so much more than before.

It is a posture of confidence- that of a woman who has suddenly grown into her womanhood. I smile as I watch. You are indeed a most beautiful woman. I am so proud of you.

As we dress, the music stops. A sharp knock sounds at the cabin door and Antoine announces himself without. Opening the door wearing only my britches, I step out to speak with him.

Over his shoulder, I notice a small vessel approaching the Lysandra. It looks to be flying the Union Jack. I am slightly skeptical. Not all who fly the flags of this or that nation represent themselves honestly.

As the yacht slows and drifts towards the Lysandra, you exit the cabin in britches as well, your blouse partly untucked as you strap on your sabre and pistol.

Your hair flies to the side with the evening breeze as you turn, looking to me for direction. I look upon you with a smile, taking your spare pistol, checking the charge. It is perfect.

“My God, I love you!” I say with obvious pride and appreciation, while grabbing your oh-so-perfect bottom with a wry smile.

The crewmen of the approaching yacht wave and seem friendly. My men have their weapons at the ready as she pulls alongside. The crew of each endeavor to keep the two ships secure and tie them off.

A youngish gentleman in a black suit boards the Lysandra, alone, forthwith. His clothing is smart if a little dusty. His brown hair frames a thin healthy face. Inquisitive blue eyes seem clear and honest.

The smile on his tapering jaw is intelligent and friendly. Noting his spare build, there is something about this gentleman...

He seems familiar- like I should recognize him. Embassy perhaps? I have been to many ports the world over. I lower my pistol to my side and look at him quizzically in greeting, searching my memory.

 

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Moments later, a familiar young man in a dusty black suit steps aboard. His skin pale, pink from the relentless sun, he has soft kind eyes that dance with curiosity and mild amusement. Upon seeing me, his smile turns into a boyish grin.

He does a double take as he regards me from head to toe, taking in my britches and calf height boots, sabre and pistol at my waist, hair a mess of tresses caught by the breeze, pearls on my ears. His grin turns to a look of surprise and amusement.

Professor Nathaniel Campbell​

“Nathaniel!” I exclaim delightedly. “What are you doing here? Do you have news of Barbados?”

“M’lady, ‘tis a pleasure to see you again,” he bows smartly, then extends a hand to you, “Nathaniel Campbell at your service, Captain.”

You accept his proffered hand, shaking it firmly. You glance at me, noting my expression of delight upon his arrival.

“Perhaps you recall meeting me last spring at m’lady’s debutante ball? Maybe not? There were so many of us hoping to catch her eye that night. In any case, I have been dispatched from the Embassy, in hopes of finding her," he starts.

"Your family has feared you dead, or worse, but, when I heard tell you were under the care of the Captain, I was confident he would be sure to keep you safe.” He glances towards me whilst speaking.

“But, m’lady, to look upon you now, I think we may have all misjudged you – it seems you may be equipped quite well to take care of yourself! I am astonished to see you so outfitted, but never have you looked more well,” he continues.

“Oh, I am well, and getting better by the day, never fear,” my eyes dance with pleasure as I respond to Professor Nathaniel, but look to you, my Captain, the source of all my happiness and joy," I reply with a genuine smile.

“My dear Sir, you are most welcome aboard the Lysandra. You must stay and dine with us and give us news of your travels,” your tone is gracious, if not warm.

Turning to me with a smile, “Darling, shall we have a party tonight with both of the crews? The upper deck is more than large enough for a banquet and dancing. Would you like that?”

My smile turns into a grin and I clap my hands with delight. “Oh, my love, that would be divine! Could we? There is nothing I would love more!”

Impulsively, and in spite of being in full view of several crew men and our new guest, I throw my arms around you and hug you fiercely.

Disentangling myself from you, blushing, I turn back to Professor Nathaniel.

“Please say you will join us for dinner, and for a party – would it not be lovely? I am dying for news from home. I left without saying goodbye to anyone, and while, I could not be happier with my Captain, well….” my voice fades with embarrassment.

 

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My situation is most unusual. I fear Nathaniel will not understand. I know my parents will not approve.

I knew when I made my choice to flee the plantation, I would likely never be able to return. The chance I will ever speak to my parents again seems slim.

Nathaniel’s blue eyes are warm and kind as he regards me. I see no judgment in them. He was one of many suitors who had sought favor with my father.

I had always found him to be solicitous and kind, engaging and bright, however, my father had deemed his prospects not sufficient for a match and had not encouraged him.

It always had been out of my hands.

Searching for something in his jacket pocket, Nathaniel retrieves a worn envelope. “I have a letter from your fiancé my dear, he was hopeful I might be able to locate you.”

Startled, I glance at you, and then take the envelope offered,

carefully breaking the seal to read the contents.

I read it rapidly.

And then hand it to you.

 

[Mrtenant]

In recognition at last, I greet the young Professor warmly and welcome him aboard. Taking the letter from you, I peruse it briefly and then place it in my breast pocket.

Looking to you, “We will attend to this letter at a more opportune moment. Think upon an appropriate reply my dear, for a reply is necessary,” you nod demurely.

Antoine is standing by, always at the ready. I turn to him, “We need arrangements to be made for half dozen or more guests, send word to Gerard and the cook. It will be a party tonight.”

“Come, we shall have a sherry before dinner.” Gerard leads the way to the upper deck. He lights the lanterns and the cast iron brazier. He brings three clean, warm, damp hand towels to freshen our hands and face before eating.

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Gerard is truly an excellent steward, and pours us each a glass of sherry and a glass of clear fresh water and then lays out an array of cheeses, olives, middle eastern bread, and a bit of chicken shawerma.

He informs us dinner will be served in a one hour, but he will check on us momentarily after looking in on the cook.

Once we are all settled with our sherry and refreshments, I turn my attention to the Professor, “Nathaniel?"

“You have travelled a long way to deliver this message, and to ascertain the disposition of Kezziah. I thank you most graciously for your efforts," I begin.

"As you can clearly see, she is alive and well. Pray tell, how did it come to you to look for us here, along the Nile, of all places?” I query.

“Interesting story that,” he begins, glancing at my love, and then meeting my gaze steadily.

“As you know, after you and Kezziah left the Ball, you were immediately pursued by her father’s huntsmen. Greaves, apparently, had been wounded and could not join the pursuit," he pauses.

"Sometime after dawn, the hunting party stumbled across the Monsignor. He was found unconscious outside the old forest church. Under pressure, he gave evidence that you, Kezziah, had been abducted by slavers."

"He did hasten to advise, however, the worthy Captain, here, was engaged in a desperate pursuit to rescue you.” He pauses, his lips slightly parched.

It seems relating these complicated events in Barbados leaves his mouth dry. I hand him his glass of water, my interest piqued, and glancing towards you, I notice Nathaniel’s tale has your rapt attention.

“At the harbour, the trail would have gone cold were it not for the customs agent. Upon interview, it was soon revealed, the only ship in port recently besides your own had been the Tristan – and she had just left that very morning for Cairo in practice of their trade," he continues.

"According to the customs agent, they appeared to be in a hurry, having paid extra duties upon departure, presumably to ensure there would not be a close investigation of their cargo," he continues, enjoying the telling of the tale.

"Being Spaniards,” he smirks, “of course there was no consideration by our customs agent to remain silent about the episode,” he continues with a bit of levity.

“So an expedition to pursue was quickly sought by your father and brothers, along with volunteers.”

“The missile, Captain,” he nods towards me, and I answer with nod and a small smile of mischievous pride “thrown just before you left the Ball, apparently, injured some would be rescuers, otherwise, perhaps there would have been more."

"The journey was made on separate ships. Your brother, Kezziah, went to Spain. I came here,” he continues.

“Oh?” a worried look crossed your face, “Who then was injured and pray tell, I hope it was not serious?”

“Kezziah, my dear, well, it was your very own betrothed, Andrew. His injury, a rather painful discoloration upon his hand- a bruise, the wound he took whilst deflecting the missile away from his worthy mother… seemed to take him completely out of action."

"He seemed quite in agony over it. Doctor Harper, being present at the Ball, inspected his dreadful injury and pronounced him hale nonetheless.”

“Andrew’s own mother took him forthwith from the fray and he has not been seen by anyone at any time prior to my departure," he reports with a slight smile.

"His manservant presented me with the letter you now have. His injury must be dire indeed.” He sniffs with barely concealed disdain.

I chuckle to myself. Greaves, will be pampered and adored by his mother, always. It is anathema to my taste.

After regaling us with more tales of his voyage and adventures to locate us, dinner is served. Whereupon, as we continue to converse, we learn Sheikh Hamad has escaped!

This bodes ill for our cause. Hamad is a vengeful sort. There will be trouble from him ere we can quit Cairo.

 

[Mrtenant]

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The dinner, roasted lamb with vegetables is excellent, as always. I may have to attempt to recruit the Lysandra cook to join my crew on the Constantine. We shall see.

Afterwards, the music starts and there is dancing, laughter, tobacco smoking and consumption of several glasses of whiskey. The air is festive and light with lots of tale spinning, mirth and song. I do so love to watch you dance, and your laughter is music to my ears.

Late into the night, Nathaniel speaks quietly of trouble of a darker sort in Barbados. There are rumors of a slave uprising. It is disturbing. Kezziah and I have many friends and family who would fare ill against such an event.

My status, while always on the edge of acceptable society, now appears to be even more in question. I must have a care when next I reach that port.

A few hours before dawn, we all retire with promises of a hearty breakfast before parting ways. In our cabin, I set the letter on the desk and sweep you into my arms in a loving full bodied embrace. I find your lips with a familiar passion that heats me to my core.

With a wry grin, just before we pull away from our kiss, I rip your bodice from you and enjoy your look of surprise soon followed by your look of passion unleashed.

We fall upon the bed and the rest of our clothing is shed amidst kisses, caressing, and sighs of delight that later to turn to moans and cries of our love.

Eventually, as exhaustion sets in, we find ourselves fast asleep, entangled within each other, contented, and blissfully happy.

Sometime later, I awaken and espy you partially clothed, but mostly naked, sitting at the desk composing a letter. I sit up slightly and watch you. I see you puzzling over just the right words as the pen repeatedly dips in the inkwell as you complete your letter.

I fall in love with you all over again. Something about you, as you work, paying attention to detail, fascinates me and noticeably arouses me. You lay the pen down with a smile and return to bed.

 

[Tallcajun]

Hamad is loose?
News from home.
A nice respite now... But I see trouble coming.

Nice work, you two!!

 

[cascadiabound]

Hamad is loose?
News from home.
A nice respite now... But I see trouble coming.

Nice work, you two!!

Thanks TC!
Happy MLK Jr day.
Methinks I should change my signature quote...Perhaps to:
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." MLK Jr.

As to our story...Yes. very worrisome that Hamad is loose. Read on!

Cascadia

 

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The reunion with Professor Nathaniel bubbles up a turmoil of emotion in me. I am greedy for news of my island home… but… this is a mixed blessing.

The letter from Andrew, my betrothed, reminds me how full of himself he was. How certain he was the finest catch to be had on Barbados. And somehow, he and his mother had convinced my father of this proposition. But the smirks and tones of disdain with which Nathaniel related Andrew’s behavior in the hours and days immediately after I disappeared from my father’s plantation confirmed the kernel of discomfort I had always had in his company. I do not wish him ill, but I will not change my mind now. I am pledged to my Captain… my fingers go to my aching pierced ears as I recall the promises we have so recently made to each other… I will not abide by the promises my father made on my behalf.

I listen with rapt attention to every word Nathaniel utters, holding them close to my heart.

I beam with delight when my dear Captain consents to a dinner party and dancing for both of the crews this evening.

Hastening to our suite whilst Antoine carries word of the Captain’s will for the evening activities, I select another gown to wear for the evening. Britches and a bandolier will never do for a dinner party. The men follow Gerard up to the deck. I can hear the Captain calling for Sherry to be brought to them.

Shrugging out of my white blouse and stepping out of my britches, I hold up one gown after another in front of the dressing mirror… a lilac dress with frilly lace, a white gown with a plunging neckline, the bodice laced, not unlike the style of the one I wore at the ball, a grey gown, with cut French lace overlaying the skirt. After a few moments of consideration, I settle on the white gown.

The cut and bodice is beautiful, and my skin, now deeply tanned from days in the sun is striking against the white fabric. The laced bodice, I think is likely to compliment my figure nicely. I return the others to a trunk and look for shoes to match, finding to my delight, a pair of grey slippers with sparkly jewels sewn on the toes.

Quickly, I dress, hoping my choice will please you. Brushing my hair into an attractive updo so my neck is exposed leaving but a few tendrils to brush against my shoulders. The gown once on, is even more beautiful than I realized. It is strapless, the bodice with a whale bone corset and lacing to hold it in place.

Returning to the trunks of jewelry, I fasten around my neck and shoulders a lovely multi- strand ornament that set off the dress as if it were made for it. Standing before the mirror, I take in the effect. The shoes will allow me to dance all night. The overall look is pleasing. I bear only a slight resemblance to the girl at the Ball in the summer. The reflection peering back at me, is fully a woman.

Moments later, I race up the steep stairs to rejoin the men. The look in their eyes as they apprise me in my gown all the appreciation I require. I sit close to my Captain, my hand settling on his knee. Smiling softly as he pours me a sherry, taking it from his hand gratefully, sipping the rich liquid.

 

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The evening was a whirl of delicious food and wonderful company, music and dancing.

I allowed all of the worries of the events in Barbados to slip off of me as I simply enjoyed the excuse for a party. But never far from my mind, whenever I allowed it to seep in, is the letter in my Captain’s pocket, awaiting a response from me.

It is so late when finally the party is over. By the early hours of the morning, I had taken a turn on the dance floor with every man on board who wanted to twirl me round and pull me close as the fiddle filled the air with one tune after another. Oh, how I love to dance! It was a special treat to dance with Nathanial, as, apart from my Captain, he was the most skilled and the most fun to take a turn around the floor.

He bowed deeply, kissing my hand as I breathed rapidly at the end of our last dance,

“M’lady, ‘tis a true honour. I have dreamed of such a dance with you for three seasons. I will remember this night until the day I die. Your Captain is the luckiest of men!”

I laugh prettily, and blush, as I smile beaming at you.

A moment later you are at my side. “Indeed yes, I am the luckiest man alive. My Kezziah will never again leave my side, if I have anything to say about it.” You laugh lightly, but your look is serious, as your arm curls possessively around my waist.

You look around, only a few sailors are still awake, and you can see that I am ready to retire.

“Gerard, will you make arrangements to see our guests back to their ship? I must see m’lady to her rest.” You glance back to Nathaniel.

“It has been an informative and delightful evening with you Sir. But we shall take our leave now. A hearty breakfast will be available in the mid- morning before you depart our company.”

You turn away from Nathaniel, guiding me firmly away from the remains of the evening festivities. I smile at him over my shoulder, and then lean into you, your warm body now so familiar, your scent so comforting.

 

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Moments later you are securing the door behind us, a mischievous look in your eye. You stride to the table, removing the letter from your breast pocket and giving me a meaningful look, you set it aside.

Sitting heavily on the edge of the bed, I lean over to remove my shoes. A moment later, you are upon me. Pulling me into your arms, into a heated kiss, I feel my body loss its fatigue as I respond to you. Your teeth pull and tug against my lower lip, I whimper with need, my hands reaching around you, caressing your shoulders, my body pressing into yours.

Playfully you release our kiss, and a moment later, your hands are at my bosom, tearing the laces asunder releasing the corset and causing the dress to fall away from my flesh.

I gasp momentarily shocked… and then giggle… this is the Captain I ran away with… the man who has a penchant for ripping bodices. We fall into bed together… and for at least the next hour, all thoughts of fatigue are set aside… as we are energized by each other, our mouths meeting each other again and again as our bodies learn the pleasures of love once again.

Crying out with exquisite pleasure in your arms, as your manhood plunders and fills me again and again. Later, curled in your arms, you kiss and nibble at my neck… my earlobes so tender… the feel of the new pearls on them a strange ache… which, every time I think of them… I feel a sudden wetness pooling between my thighs. They connect me to you. Forever. Mark me as your woman.

Soon your breathing is steady and slow and I feel your body asleep next to mine. I love sleeping with you. Never have I slept better or more soundly than I have these last few nights. But this night… as you sleep, even though I am beyond tired, I cannot stop thinking about the letter which requires a reply.

I begin to compose my thoughts as I lie in your arms, even as I try to persuade myself to sleep.

So, after I time, I disentangle my limbs from yours and as quietly as I can, arise, going to the desk determined I am going to dispatch this duty without further delay. I have made up my mind. I know what I must say. And given the predawn light now to filtering into our suite, I do not even have need of a candle.

Locating a fresh sheet of paper, a pen and an inkwell, I set to my task.

My brow furrowing slightly as I consider the blank page before me. Dipping my pen into the ink I begin to write...

Setting the pen down, my eyes meet your gaze. I become acutely conscious you have been watching me. I blush, suddenly aware of my near nakedness. Suddenly very tired, I lean my torso against the high-backed chair.

 

[Mrtenant]

Making love with you is everything I imagined and more. Your responsiveness and passionate cries inflame my ardour beyond anything in my experience. I cannot get enough of you.

Today, as you come back to bed and reach for my growing manhood, I am amazed and in awe of your growing confidence and the blooming of your full womanhood.

I smile as I can see by the look in your eye, and your own expression of delight, your eagerness is as great as my own.

Time stands still as we are tossed about on the stormy seas of our passion. Again and again, the maelstrom of our ardour spirals into a bliss so profound as to leave us both spent and convinced of the divinity of creation.

Some time later, after snoozing within each others’ arms, we awaken with a smile. I tenderly kiss your lips and your forehead. Rising from the bed, I go to the wash basin and splash water on my face and proceed to dress for the day.

My thoughts turn towards recent events and my planning for the days ahead. The most immediate- Hamad’s escape, certainly requires an alteration of our course.

My jaw sets as my forehead creases. I know what must be done.
“Darling?”

“Yes, my love?” you answer whilst still lying upon the bed with the bedsheet partially covering you. Idly, your finger twirls your hair as you watch me dress.

“We must depart these waters and quickly. Hamad’s escape is certain to bring us trouble. We must bid our guests farewell and make haste for the Constantine,” my tone is serious, but I raise an eyebrow whilst beholding the erotic vision you present before me.

“With any luck, we will be able to retreat from Cairo down the Nile without hindrance. That window narrows by the moment.” I struggle to maintain my train of thought as the bedsheet falls away from your breasts, undoubtedly a lovely distraction,

“Hamad is certain to raise his tribe and attempt to cause us no end of trouble. We are in jeopardy as long as we remain in Egypt and he is alive,” my eyes twinkling with pleasure as I smile in appreciation of your womanly charms.

“But darling?” your voice has a note of concern, “You already defeated him once. I don’t understand. Why should we be concerned?” a slight tone of disdain is inescapable. Your eyes have a bit of fire in them, your chin lifts slightly, charming evidence of your courage and determination.

I answer matter-of-factly, “Dearest, he will come with a thousand warriors and possibly ships to hinder and harass us. We cannot go against such numbers and hope to survive.”

“With luck and forward planning, we will pull through this turn of events. I aim to have us aboard the Constantine, hale and hearty, the loot from the Lysandra, the crew, and our enemies laid low ere we quit this country. I will settle for nothing less.”

“Besides, there is a certain Slaver Captain I relish the thought of encountering,” I add with a bit of a growl.

“Come, dress darling, we have matters which demand our attendance,” I conclude, brightening.

“Yes darling!” you bound up, the sheet falling completely away, unabashedly naked and coming into my arms.

I love the view and feel of your naked body against mine in that long embrace. Eventually, we separate with a tender kiss.

I take a seat and pull on my boots while watching you dress. My attention is not lost on you as, occasionally, you turn and pose for me while smiling and laughing.

I savor these moments with you, seemingly ordinary, but with my love for you ever present in my heart, even the ordinary act of dressing engages my attention in extraordinary ways.

Gathering up your completed and sealed letter, we emerge from the stateroom together and greet the crew and our guests.

 

[Mrtenant]

After a quick breakfast, of eggs, Egyptian flatbread, fruit, and tea, Nathaniel advises us of his intention to seek allies to assist in our departure should trouble arise. He is earnest in his promises.

His friendliness and care impress me as I look him in the eye and clasp his hand in acknowledgement, respect and appreciation of the warmth of a new friendship.

Stepping back, my hand travels to your waist as you too bid Nathaniel farewell and charge him with the task of delivering your reply to Mr. Greaves. He takes up the task cheerfully, then departs with a farewell kiss upon your hand. A gentleman to the last.

Nathaniel’s departure signals the end of our river cruise, short as it was. Calling Antoine to my side, I outline my plan for the coming few days. As he listens carefully, Antoine interjects with suggestions on tactics for efficiency and success.

Following our consultation, our plans made, I dispatch Antoine and a squad of my men along with him, with a series of orders. They are to protect Nathaniel, send word to Sheikh Alafdahl and the Constantine of our imminent arrival. I entrust Antoine to personally carry my hand written instructions.

With our new change in focus, the Lysandra becomes a hive of activity as we search her from top to bottom for anything of value. The stateroom, you and I attend to personally. Occasionally, Gerard appears to remove a heavily laden trunk or two.

The Lysandra is nicely equipped. Some things, though I wish we could take, some lovely inlaid panels, brass fittings, railings and such, unfortunately there is not be enough time to acquire.

As it is, we assemble several trunks of goods including clothes, jewels, glassware, porcelain, instruments, books, maps, some furniture, and décor such as paintings, arras, and rugs.

Given the crew on board, we will be able to have the majority of the loot offloaded within minutes. Minutes can be crucial though. Each man is assigned a task for the approach to Cairo. I will operate under the assumption of a worst case scenario, whereby both we and the Constantine are under fire. I will want you with me the whole time.

The Lysandra is a fine ship, though she is slow. I take you to the helm and through the rest of the day instruct you on steering and guiding the Lysandra. You are a quick study and soon have her sailing as smoothly as would. As evening approaches, I take the helm whilst you recline and relax on a lounge close by.

You have chosen another of the costumes found aboard. This one, a gorgeous, thin silky red shift, leaves little to the imagination. You have quickly learned what I like and I kiss and caress you often in appreciation.

Whenever any of the men approach, you quickly wrap yourself with a blanket. You are the Captain’s woman, and such transparent garb is not for the eyes of the crew.

We sail through calm waters, noting various wildlife -- turtles, fish, crocodiles and waterfowl of all descriptions. The Nile is stunningly beautiful as the sun sets, a light breeze ruffles my hair as I steer the Lysandra to safe anchorage for the night.

 

[cascadiabound]

Things have begun to move very fast. Nathaniel’s news of Hamad’s escape has changed the mood on board. The men look to you for orders and make haste to comply.

They are a talented, hard-working and devoted crew. It is with some relief I observe your earnest conversations with Nathaniel. Your decision to trust his friendship and that he will assist us in the battle to come, seems good to me.

There are times I feel in the way. Useless. And like I do not know enough. I pray I have trained long enough and hard enough to be of use and not a hindrance to you when we go to battle Hamad and his hordes of men.

I am acutely aware that all of this activity is largely because of me. I feel rather sheepish about this.

My Captain chased me across the ocean, up the Nile and across miles and miles of desert to rescue me, and now all your men will once again risk their own lives to battle again Hamad.

Nathaniel too, travelled half way across the world to find me too and reassure my family of my safety. I am grateful for it. And grateful he will carry my letter back to Andrew.
I feel some small amount of relief when I think of this. Having left Barbados in such haste, I had left things very untidy.

My response should settle things once and for all. My heart and soul belongs to my Captain and to no one else.

These days together have been something akin to a honey moon. I sigh. We are not married yet, though we are carrying on as if we were. No doubt once we leave the Lysandra, my behaviour will scandalize anyone we come in contact with.

I do my best to put this out of my mind. Relishing my happiness. Basking in the way you look at me. The way you gather me into your arms and kiss me like you have never kissed me before.

It seems you are always watching me. Sometimes frankly (like this morning as I dressed) just out of the corner of your eye.

It feels strange to pack trunk after trunk of goods out of our state room. I feel no compunction about stealing from Hamad, but, in some corner of my mind, the suite has become ‘home’ and I feel reluctant to leave it.

It will forever be seared in my memory – the joyful abandon we have found with each other here. The sweetness of our love sealed to one another here.

I find a beautiful red dress that fits me perfectly. Impulsively I change into it. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I see the fabric is very sheer, leaving little to the imagination.

You grin at me appreciatively, nodding your approval, one eyebrow raised in amusement. A look that makes me smile every time.

You wrap a lovely light blanket around me, and guide me to the Lysandra’s helm. Patiently, with your hands on my waist, your voice in my ear, you teach me how to pilot the river boat.

The praise you heap on me for trying everything you ask, for being willing to learn one new skill after another, for being courageous (not that I feel the least bit brave) for being your “good girl” ~ the words making me unreasonably warm and happy inside.

In no time it seems, the sun sets as we continue to cruise down the river in the twilight. The moon is full allowing us to travel into the night.

I turn the wheel over to you and watch the river banks slide by. In the quiet of the evening I ponder what the next days will bring.

Nathaniel and Antoine have already gone ahead, the Lysandra is essentially plundered, and Hamad lies in wait, I fear, in Cairo.

Fear clutches my chest as I think of the evil Hamad and the Spanish slaver and the idea that I might fall into the hands of men such as these once again. And then, taking a deep breath and then letting it out oh-so –slowly, I calm myself.

Running though the drills in my mind we have done the last few days. Feeling the steps in movements in my body. Hearing your instructions and reminders in my ears.

I feel my spine straighten slightly, a brief clench of my jaw as I swear to myself,
I will stand by your side, fight my best, defeat Hamad and any other who dare go against us, and never will I be mere chattel to any man again.

With practiced expertise, you guide the river boat into its anchorage for the night. Ringing the bell for the men to set the anchor. In a few minutes, the Lyansandra is quiet at anchor and settled in for a short night.

You gather me into your arms and carry my sleepy form back to our suite. Nuzzling me, kissing my cheeks and forehead, eyelids and lips.

Wrapping my arms around your neck, these things feel as if we have done them a hundred times, though it has been but a few days.

 

[rbijon]

I see I have a few episodes to catch up on

 

[Susurration]

Such a wonderful story. The pictures, the descriptions, and everything about it are just spot on. I've really enjoyed catching up with all the events.

Hamad on the loose sounds like trouble. Still, I think that the captain has a good plan. Can he outsmart the evil Sheikh?