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Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

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My Own Little World...
Bianca walked the beach everyday for some sign that someone, anyone else was out there. Today she was standing in two to three inches of water and looking out at the horizon, but the only thing she saw was the sun. She sighed softly and looked down to the water just as a piece of flotsam passed over her toes. It looked to be a bit of wood from the yacht she'd been traveling on trying to make her way home.

A slight gust of wind blew strands of her dark brown filthy hair across her face and she reached up to push it out from in front of her emerald eyes. She looked like a woman stranded on a island, her canary yellow traveling dress that had once been bright and cheery was now dirty and ragged. The bottom had been ripped away to make bandages when she needed them or to use as ties when necessary, the dress was now at an indecent height exposing ankle, calf and most of her thigh. The sleeves and collar had been torn off to be used in more useful applications and she'd long since lost her shoes.

It was a nightmare and with a disgusted groan she turned away from the horizon and made her way into the wild to gather wood. If any of her friends could see her now they'd be shocked Bianca-Lousie Dubois on her daily mission to gather wood and create a fire. She was a Lady, she traveled the world and she was set to inherit a title, and here she was lugging thick branches and kindling a like. The bigger she got the fire the more of a chance that someone would see it and aim their ship her way.

Once she got the fire burning she set out to find herself something to eat, she'd try to catch a fish it'd give her more energy a commodity that she greatly needed. Normally she was a full bodied woman, with curves in all the right places and softness to her stomach that men tended to appreciate but with the lack of food and all the work she'd been doing she'd shed some of the weight and she couldn't wait to sit down to a real meal and feel like herself again.

Bianca grabbed a stick she'd carved to a point with a knife that had washed a shore several days before and waded back into the water, she'd be soaking and cold but she had the fire and if she could get a fish or maybe two she'd be set. She sent out a prayer to whoever was listening up there. "Please god, if I can't go home at least let me catch a fish"
 
Eric von Marburg, sighted where the lookout had called him. Yes, there was a bit of smoke. But that strand was overrun by storms each year...soon the hurricanes would arrive and anything there would be destroyed.

Yet, as he stood aboard the Privateer sloop, Heilige Elizabeth, his own sloop...he heard his Grandfather's voice. "No matter your job, your post, Eric. Bring honor and gallantry to it. Protect children and widows and the downtrodden. Such is a true knight's calling."

Knight. HAH! he was little better than a pirate. Granted, his prey were technically legal, but he still preyed upon ships weaker than his own.

"Dieter, drop a long boat. We're going to investigate. Franz, hold her here. Drop two anchors, and keep her steady. There's some tricky currents in these parts. If you see the boat unable to return, go north or south to meet us."

Why he got in the boat, he couldn't say. Just that if he was along, it was his conscience that mattered. His blond hair blew in the afternoon breeze and he inhaled the salt spray. This was his life, not the court his older brothers had chosen. Technically he might be a Hessian Knight Captain, but only his charter and letter of Marque from France, these United States, and his native Germany made his activities legal against the Brits, Swedes, and others seeking to supply the British or make off with American goods.

As the long boat hit the breakers, he leaped from the bow, sword in scabbard to protect it. Why...it was a young woman, ragged, yet comely. Her tattered dress had once had finery. He saw a few errant pearls that had escaped ill usage.

"Madame, I am Captain Sir Eric von Marburg of the Hessian Merchant Marine. Tu le Francois, Oui Madame?" His French was not good, but he wished to reassure her. He continued in English. "Our nations are allied in these Carib efforts. It would be my pleasure to host you about the St. Elizabeth, patron of the homeless. While you are obviously a lady, I would say she has likely interceded for you. Please, let me assist you and any items you have into the boat."

He sat in the bow as they returned. "I'm sorry, but we will not be making for the European coast any time soon, but I can likely get you to Martinique within a month. I'm sure that if I pay your passage, the governor will get you back on the next merchant ship, as no passenger ships ply these waters in such war times. I will show you to my cabin. I have some chests taken as redemption from a British trader. It would not surprise me if we were able to locate suitable ladies clothes within. Though shoes will need to be shipboard boots or sandals, I'm afraid."

He leaned back, black satin shirt crisp against his strong tanned shirt and sky blue eyes regarded her. "If you are tired of fish, I shall have a duck prepared for our dinner. Perhaps L'orange or Bernaise style? If you don't want French cooking, I will arrange something else. I'm sure we shall be the closest of companions."

As he said this, a deep smoky look seemed to pass behind his eyes, but was soon gone.
 
Bianca was waist deep in water with her improvised spear when the man appear in his boat, at first her face flushed red with anger for his boat had scared away all the fish in the area that she'd been delicately tip-toeing towards. It hadn't even dawned on her yet that this was a man with a boat and another larger ship off in the distance, a man still speaking to her offering all sorts of glorious things.

"It is good for both of us Sir that my English is better than your french" she spoke English well, but she had a heavy french accent and it was apparent that English wasn't her native tongue. "I am Bianca-Lousie Dubois, I was traveling home by yacht when the hurricane hit" she gestured to the flotsam in the water "This is all that is left of my belongings and of the yacht."

She was a trifle overwhelmed by the man not just his appearance and stature but his willingness to take on another traveler and offer to pay her way, offer to feed her whatever type of food she had the mind for. Bianca didn't care how long it was before they headed for the Europe just so long as she was off this forsaken island and aboard a sturdy vessel with clean clothing and a steady food supply. She would not soon miss the hauling of the wood for fire or walking the empty beach alone.

"Your kindness Captain is greatly appreciated and not excepted lightly, one day I will be a very important woman in France you will see yourself greatly rewarded." She reached out one dirty hand and rested it against his arm gently "Thank you Captain I feared I would spend the rest of my life on that island making fires and hunting fish, you've saved me from despair."
 
While his English was near flawless, he grinned at her pride. "Then let us agree that we are speaking American, not the imperial British. Your accent is lovely Miss Dubois. I can understand your French better than I speak...but I shall brag, for I also speak, Spanish, Portuguese, Latin, Swedish and Nahuatl. I did not have as much time to learn the language of my neighbors to the west. Perhaps you will train me to pass the time.

It breaks my heart almost to think of you pining away all alone, and whether you are important to others in the future, I know you will be important to me."

The rowers reached the sloop, and the longboat was attached and raised. He escorted her to his cabin, and eyed her.

The cabin had stained glass and looked out westward, across the endless sea. A basket of fresh fruit was on the table, along with nuts and a cracker. A bottle or both red and white wine awaited opening, teasing her with their nearness. He first offered her some sweetened tea.

"This lavender dress may be a bit loose right now, but chef will make you grow back into it. Why don't you try it on now. It isn't like your old rags are hiding anything now, and we need to settle something right now.

I mean to have you for my own. If I had not rescued you, against my crew's advice, you would be dead. Worry not. I shall marry you, and I am a titled Knight, worthy of your stature. As Captain, I am able to marry us if the first mate presides."

With the door to his cabin shut and the swoosh of the waves outside, none heard as he reached out to tear her ragged garments from her and throw them into the small stove. Eric's eyes gazed in wonder at her sweet form, and almost he clasped her to himself. This...this truly was a woman!

"Or perhaps you are in no rush to wear clothes until you are clean." He obviously was amused by her shock at his action. "I would be glad to provide a small tub of clean warm water and to scrub your hair and back, then give you some perfumes...I even have a top one from Paris...if you behave as a good fiance should. Worry not. Your maidenhead is safe until you ask me to take it, but I will show you the love, protection and control of a true man.

His nose wrinkled. Unlike many of his men, he scrubbed himself clean each day, and ate vegetables and fruits as a biblical passage had recommended. As a result, he was clean, and healthy

Just know that I am Captain. My word is law, and I expect obedience. So would you rather kiss me before or after you bathe? Because you do need a bath, and the lady I woo will be an icon of feminine grace. And will or no, you will kiss me. It will help to bury my darker urges."
 
Bianca was relieved to have her feet firmly aboard the deck of the ship, there wasn't much time spent meeting the crew but she suspected it was due to the state of her clothing. An entire crew of men who haven't seen a women in months, some maybe even years presented with a scantily clad woman would not be easy to control. Once they were in the cabin she looked around and breathed a sigh of relief, there was a bed and everything a woman could ever need, the food was the greatest temptation. She ran her fingers along the side of the bottle of white wine and smiled a little, hoping she'd be able to indulge in a glass of it soon.

The introduction of the lavender dress took her mind from the wine, the material looked divine and would feel even better on her skin. She was listening to him speak, she was surprised that her jaw had not hit the floor with his words. He'd saved her life, that was true and was now claiming that he meant to have her, would marry her. At least that was something, she wouldn't be a ruined woman when she returned. When his hand clenched the material of her yellow dress and tore it from her frame she let out a small scream and then curled into herself, one arm coming across her breast and hand lowering between her legs.

Bianca wouldn't have found herself in this position if she hadn't needed to remove her underthings to keep from drowning, her modesty would have been preserved but as it was she was standing naked as a bird in front of a man she'd only just met. "I wish to have a bath before I wear the dress, Please Captain." The words may have sounded a bit meek, or mild mannered but a fire flashed in her eyes that told him she may not be as understanding of his actions as she may appear to be.

She was beginning to think of the man as a pig and it pained her because he'd saved her life and she wished to think the best of him, he wanted obedience as if she were a trained pup... well then... she moved closer towards him her hands still covering her body as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek in a chaste kiss.
 
Eric was not at all displeased with her responses. She was reasonably chaste. This was, after all, a lady and no slut.

"My thanks for the kiss, I will assume that was my reward for rescuing you from an unpleasant lonely death. I only pray that if I am ever marooned, it will be with at least one friend. Alone, I don't think I would do as well...I would lack purpose."

He strode to the tub and lay out large fresh towels and scented soaps. A little bubble soap was poured in and he stirred the top until a thin layer covered it. "I will have the cabin boy turn the small table with the mirror into a primping table for you. Here are some nice combs, brushes and nail files and trimmers. I even have a bit of nail paint in a few colors for you.

Now, while I make the bed for you, as I assume you will wish to sleep for a while after your bath, you hop in. My back will be turned, I promise. Then when you are safely under the bubbles, I will wash your hair for you. I will trust none of the scoundrels but the cabin boy to be near you.

Go ahead and get in."

He turned his back, but a small mirror mounted high in the corner reflected a large mirror on the wall, showing her every move, but not apparent to one viewing the mirror. He had had it save his life from backstabbers more than once.

Deftly he stripped the sheets and he chatted. "So tell me of yourself. I'm sorry for your losses. The sea knows no fairness. How long were you trapped there and where are you from. We might pass another boat, and be able to give them a letter from you."

As he made the bed, he tried not to moan at her sweet curves.
 
She breathed a sigh of relief when the small kiss was enough for him, Bianca knew that the kiss would not be enough of a reward for the rescue but if it kept him pleased for now that was more than alright with her until she was more comfortable with all the things he said would happen. Marriage, intimacy and his darker urges. She shivered at the last one wondering what his darker urges could be.

Bianca watched as he moved to the tub and laid out towels and soaps and even made the water bubble for her. She tilted her head curiously as she watched him, he seemed so aware of any need or want she would have for he even had nail paint and he was doing things that a servant should have been doing as far as stripping the bed went. But she assumed it was more for selfish reasons than anything else.

Bianca moved over to the tub and then looked back at him, he seemed not to be watching so she dropped her hands away from her body and slid into the tub. The water was warm and soothing over her body and she could help herself she let out a gentle moan and felt as if she could melt right into the water. Her head rested against the edge of the tub for a moment before she slid all the way under the water and wet her long chocolate locks. When she popped up from the way she smiled a little and grabbed a bar of soap, at home baths were one of her guilty pleasures she could spend hours in her soaking tub. "I was on that island for a bit less than a fortnight, 10 days I believe. It wasn't so much that I was alone on the island it was more the silence, it was eerily quiet as if there wasn't so much as a wild pig that lived there. At my home in Paris there is always someone around, always there is noise... a party thrown by my mother and father, rowdy relatives that never leave it's never quiet."
 
He watched in awe, her sweet body swaying gracefully as she made it into the tub. Then he turned and approached.

"Sometimes it's quiet here at night...or just before a battle. But a privateer's crew is rather raucous. I shall have our fiddle player play softly outside your door, should you like."

Having noticed her interest, he uncorked the white wine, setting a large crystal goblet with redgold chasing just within her reach. "Please enjoy. I shall do your hair now....hmm. Rosemary scented?" He began to soap her dark locks and his fingers dug into her scalp in a deep massage. "Unless you give me real cause, I will not punish you. Just remember, I am the Captain. I can not allow open defiance of my orders. Such would lead to chaos. Even if you broke a major rule, I would never give you permanent harm. You are safer here than in many a court." He combed out her wet hair and then rinsed it, working in a small amount of scented oil to repair the sun's effects.

Then his hands dropped to her shoulders. "Relax. I mean only to unknot you. You are as stiff as oak." Her skin was like satin, and were his hands not wet and oiled they would have scratched her.

I am going to leave you now, but will be in shouting distance. I may not come myself. Young Hans can attend. His French is good, but not his English. Eat, drink and rest well. Only I have the key to the door's lock."
 
Bianca wrapped her fingers around the goblet and brought it to her lips, the taste was superb and she let it linger on her tongue for her moment. She was having a hard time understanding the Captain, one moment he's tearing the dressed from her form and speaking of his darkest urges and the next he's pouring her wine and soaping her hair, she'd never had a man comb her hair out before it was an all together different experience than having one of her maids combing out her hair. Every time the Captain touched her tingles shimmered through her body it was a new experience for her, a new and disturbing experience it was also the reason for her tense shoulders and stiff back.

She wanted to be mad at him for the things he'd done to her such as tearing her dress off so she stood indecently nude in front of him and the things he would do to her, he claimed they'd be married and that he'd have her. But it was terribly hard when he was being so gently and thoughtful to her needs. And she wondered if she was thoughtful as well perhaps things would be easier for her, so before he went to leave she turned in the tub and placed a gentle kiss directly on his lips this time "Thank you Captain, for rescuing me, for the bath and the wine and unknotting my hair a feat I could not have accomplished on my own."

As he left the cabin she sipped the wine and continued to relish in the heat of the water and the bubbly peace she found in the bubbled bath he'd prepared for her. When she finished her goblet of wine she stood and wrapped one of the lush towels around her ample form and stepped out of the tub, she rubbed herself down and then used the other towel to wrap around her hair. When that was done she eyed the lavender dress but decided against changing into it right away. Instead she made her way over to the bed, discarding the towels over the back of one of the chairs before she climbed in laying her naked body over the quilt and settling her head into a pillow, she sighed happily and fell fast asleep.
 
After an hour, Eric let himself in and locked the door behind. The glass of drugged wine was entirely drained, and he carefully put it in its place on a rack, next to six identical bottles. Good.

The drug induced not only sleep, but was a narcotic that affected dreams. She would have 12 or so hours of deep sleep, but her body would respond.

He undressed, and stretched, then peeled back the covers, stunned that she had chosen to sleep nude. He oiled his hands, so that he would not scratch her and ran them all over her sweet body. Returning to her face, he kissed her and pulled her mouth open, leaving it lax....hmmm.

Sliding her legs wide...she was flexible enough, he slid in two fingers. He grinned. In truth, his bride to be was a virgin. Softly, Eric's finger's stroked her lower lips and he watched in fascination as they opened like an orchid to daylight, gradually swelling and spreading. Thinking ahead, he put a small spare towel under her ass. No drips on the bed.

He began to stroke two fingers within her and to lick along her lips and inside. She was pleasantly musky, a wonderful natural scent all her own. Pressing his lips down, he seized her clit and sucked it forth from her hood, engorging and pulling it to be teased and tickle with his tongue, as his fingers continued their work. Now a test. He pulled a large banana from the bowl and coated it with coconut oil, then slid it into her lax mouth. Deeper and deeper he pressed it, watching her swallow and gag frantically, but breathing through her nose. Most excellent. He withdrew the banana, and pulled the pillow away, tipping her head up. Lowering his body, he sank all of his member into the depths of her throat and began a fast throat, pulling back every sixth stroke for her to breathe. And buried down her throat, he shot a hearty load directly into her stomach.

He withdrew, and began to tease her clit again, as his fingers stroked quickly. Faster and faster he stroked, wanting her to gush forth, so he could lick her up and know he had what no other man did.

Eventually, he cleaned her and replaced the pillow and blanket over her.

Then he dressed in an evening robe, and climbed in the other side, with himself over the sheet to separate them.

When the first rays of morning broke, he called out to her. "Rise and shine, you've slept 12 hours, and a new day dawns, Miss Bianca."
 
Bianca slept in a heavy dreamless sleep for the first hour or so but somewhere close to the second or third hour of sleep an erotic dream of her and the captain invaded her sleep. He was touching her intimately, in ways she'd never let a man touch her in reality. In her dream she was wanton, spreading her legs wide for the Captain and yearning for more of his touch. She never woke up and she never for a moment thought that it was truly happening.

She had no clue of the removed towel that she'd soaked with her pleasure juices, she'd be mortified to find out about the banana or for that matter to find out that he'd sunk his member deep down her throat and she most certainly had no clue how her body had reacted to all of this, growing wet and ready for so much more and that was probably for the better, because what one did not know could not hurt them.

When he woke her the following morning she stretched her nude body and felt a twinge between her legs, it was odd she thought but she figured it had to do with the ordeal she'd been through on the ship. She opened her eyes and looked over at the Captain, when she went to speak she had to clear her throat for it was feeling a bit sore... perhaps she was getting a bug of some sort, "Good Morning, Captain" she rasped out and then cleared her throat again "I must have caught a bit of bug my throat is feeling quite sore this morning."
 
He smiled and fetched her dress for her.
"Well, you have been in open salt spray for ten days. Saltiness in your throat can make is raspy. Give me a few minutes and Hans can bring you tea with lemon and honey to sooth you.

I had thought to introduce you to the men, but if you are ill, better to stay within. I have some books here. Play scripts, sea adventures. Let me open the back windows and you can enjoy the beautiful sunrise. Oh, I um...err..don't know your exact sizes, but I guessed. Here is a chemise, girdle and undergarments. I will turn my back. If they don't work, please let me know. Would an egg or two be to your liking? They are precious at see, but we have a few chickens and ducks. I have bacon, and the cook makes some johnnycake that is only a little stale in the flour. Also we have dried apples, bananas, mango, and figs. And....I have a little roast lamb that I have kept under salt. The water is stale, but you can flavor it with a bit of red wine. I'm afraid that that is as good as it gets...unless you desire kippers.

Fish...we ALWAYS have fish...but I was thinking there was a chance you might be tired of Piscatory imbibement."

Once she was dressed, he turned and hugged her tightly, pulling her head to his chest. "You didn't have to kiss me last night. But this lonely Captain truly appreciated the gesture. You are in all ways a lady. Is my offer of marriage so bad? I have over 20,000F and 8,000 guilders saved in German and Dutch banks. I have never married, do not womanize. I control my drinking. And I am starting to adore you. I will not demand an answer now, just your consideration." He rocked her back and forth, closing his own eyes.

"Well, try on some stockings and boots. There are no fancy shoes here, but decks can be rough even after holystoning. I must review my crew. You have the run of the cabin and may come up if you wish, but I don't wish to tempt the men to crassness for which I might have to kill someone." His lips dipped and he kissed her shell-like ear.

He turned and left, letting her decide whether to lock the door.
 
Bianca rubbed her throat softly and nodded her agreement "You're right about that, the tea would be greatly appreciated Captain. As well as one egg and then there is this fruit here I don't need much to get me started in the morning."

She was a bit taken aback by the hug he'd bestowed upon her after she was dressed, her green eyes went wide with surprise. She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and then moved away from him "Captain I never said your offer was bad, it's just that we hardly know each other and... well we have plenty of time to decide on marriage don't we, does it have to happen now?" she wrung her fingers gently and hoped she wasn't offending him for he could make her life very hard and very unpleasant and it wasn't something she wish to inflict upon herself while she was aboard the ship with him.

The door closed behind him and Bianca hadn't even thought to lock the door she simply picked up one of the books, if she felt well after she drank the tea she would try on the boots and make her way up to meet the crew but for now she took the book and curled up on the bed, her knees were drawn up and she rested the book against them as she read. She considered herself a well educated Lady and these books were ones she'd never seen before she found them fascinated and was quickly devouring the one before her. Every now and then her mind would stray to the captain and she wondered how he handled his crew, how he handled his crew would tell her a lot about the man. Perhaps it would give her some insight on whether or not she should marry the man.

So after her tea and breakfast had been delivered to her she pulled on a pair of stockings and shoved her feet into a pair of boots that were to big for her feet but with tying them they'd work just fine for her and peeked her head out the door, she was worried she'd run into a rowdy member of his crew before she found him so she crept carefully and slowly out of the room and down the narrow walk and up to the deck. The sun was shining bright and she brought her hands to her eyes, and began to scan for the captain.
 
The crew could tell the Captain was in a good mood, joking and playing along with them. A miscoiled rope brought embarrassing chiding, instead of a clout to the head. They could certainly live with the changes that young lady was bringing.

Eric was consulting with the helmsman. The tail end of the hurricane had changed sand bars and navigating was tricky. But they could put into St. Martin for supplies...it would just take longer.

He heard a murmur and turned. Bianca had come up and it was like the sun came out on desk. "Crewmen. This is Lady DuBois. You will treat her like a visiting dignitary...or a governor's daughter. I am extremely fond of her and this is the only warning. Offense to her is ten times the offense to me. Now carry one with your duties and let's get to this port!"

He walked to her. "The Dutch at neutral. We can not officially land, only send a boat, and mail is not allowed, I'm sorry. But we will get fresh food, water, and wine. If there is something you need? Perhaps a large hat to block the sun?" He rested his hand upon hers and pointed out the features of the nearing islands.

Dolphins were cavorting in the wake and he told her many tales of dolphins and their special relationship with sailors and fishermen. He also pointed out the fin of a tiger shark. "Fish guts get dumped around here. These are not safe for swimming. But the fishing is good. It's one of the roughest towns though. most of the women are whores. I'd not trust to let you land here."
 
"Good afternoon gentlemen" she said softly to the crew members as she came up along side the Captain. Calling them gentlemen was her subtle way of showing them what she expected of them, she did not need to be as blunt as the Captain had, though she was sure that his statement would get through to them more than her subtle approach would.

When he walked to her she slid her hand into the crook of his arm and held onto him a bit tightly and listened to him as he spoke of what they would get when the boat docked and the fact that she wouldn't be allowed off of the boat. "A hat would be lovely thank you" she smiled up at him when he plopped his hat on her head.

She listened to him speak of the dolphins as she watched them frolic in the wake of the ship, when he pointed out the tiger shark she leaned into the rail to get a closer look. "I bet the sharks love the fish guts then right?" she asked curiously wondering why she wasn't seeing more sharks, perhaps they were far enough under the surface to go unnoticed. As she watched the water she thought about how he was with his crew but thought it would probably not apply to how he would be in marriage.

Bianca wondered if his desire to be married came more from being a lonely ship captain than it did from any attraction to her, it had to be the case. And if she were to marry him he'd expect her to stay with him on the ship rather than go back to shore and what if she became with child? Would they raise a child aboard a ship? she stared out to sea and wondered on these things and wondered if she should bring these concerns up to him. She shook herself out of her thoughts and said, "I believe I will go back to the cabin now, Captain." She plucked the cap from her head and placed it back on his before heading back to the cabin where she kicked out of the boots and settled into a seat and uncorked the remainder of the white wine, looking around a moment before taking a swig right from the bottle.
 
Eric decided to follow Bianca, and locked the door behind himself. he looked and she had grabbed on of the undoctored bottles, so he joined her in a glass.

"Bianca. I will be blunt, you are quite beautiful, but I also know that ladies of quality are rare to meet on the sea. If we marry, I expect you will want a place of our own as a ship is no place for children...and sometimes not for a wife.. I have a rather nice house on Martinique...and you have a house now in Paris. Will your parent's house be too painful to live in? Perhaps we could live at both. Summers in Paris, and winter in Martinique. Transportation won't be a problem after all, and if you are in the islands part of the year, we would have a functional relationship.

Yesterday, I saw you unclad. It is only fair that you see what you would be getting."

He arose and began to strip. There were many scars and healed burns from cannon flash upon him, but his muscles rippled in the light from the windows. Tattoos of sea scenes wandered around his arms and shoulders. Seeing her regarding him, his cock began to grow, emerging to its full nine inch length.

He stepped close to her. "Go ahead and caress it. Know what you will be getting. For I will pleasure you as often as you desire, and make you scream with joy. It is a man's duty to his wife. But I don't want you to take my word for it. I will do my best to please you...I won't make love, mind you. But I want you to measure what I can give you. I think we will be very compatible."

He hugged her and gave her a hearty kiss, tongue mingling with hers, letting her know that this was going to happen, and she might as well truly enjoy herself.
 
Bianca was already a few sips into the bottle when he came into the cabin, and when he started talking she began to wonder if he could indeed read her mind because he was answering all the questions that flit across her mind when she had been on the deck looking out to the ocean. Summers in Paris and winters in Martinique did sound quite wonderful, she cold see herself doing that. But could she see herself doing that with Captain Eric Von Marburg? He'd be away at see for months on end sometimes but even if a ship wasn't always a place for a wife she could still join him.

When he stood from the chair and shed his clothing she nearly choked on a sip of wine, it wasn't what she was expecting in anyway bit but she was mesmerized by the tattoo's of the sea up his arms and shoulders. She'd never seen this on a man before and admittedly it made her damp between her legs. Her eyes drifted lower it seemed without her command, she swallowed slightly she had nothing to compare him to but he seemed quite large and it still continued to grow.

"You won't make love, do you suppose that means you shall never love m-..." her words were cut off by his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth was a new sensation for her, though not an altogether unpleasant one. She kissed him back for a moment and pushed at his shoulders a bit. "I seek love Captain, not attraction and... and... fucking" she spat the word she'd heard her father use several times when he was amongst his men.
 
Eric held her face in a strong hand by her chin. "Bianca, you will NOT use such language in my presence, both because you are a true lady, not some guttersnipe, and because I am worthy of more respect than that. We should both be above that.

I said I would not make love, because I will not enter you until we are wed, out of respect. But there is so much else that we can do. Love can grow without that act and many who do it will never know the meaning of love."

He lifted her and carried her to the bed. "Relax, for I am only going to kiss you and use my mouth. It won't harm you. Unless you become disobedient, then I will need to spank you to teach you a lesson."

He saw that she was going to protest, so he darted his head down and gave a long lick right up into her to shut her up. "Now are you ready to behave, or must I spank you?"

He turned to 69, with himself on top, then rolled her so she was now above. His mouth was fastened upon her cleft and his arms encircled her rear, so his cock was just in front of her face.
 
She tried to shake her chin from his hand but his grip was much to strong and her action alone may have left a mark on her face. She flushed a shade of crimson and lowered her eyes in humiliation. She was being reprimanded something that she'd not needed since she wa a little girl and learned what it was to be a lady.

She had also made a huge mistake in misjudging what he meant when he said he would not make love, she thought he meant that he'd have sex with her but the emotion behind it would not be love and her mistake made her feel extremely silly. He'd been honorable all along and she made him to be something less than that, perhaps out of fear she was unsure.

Bianca couldn't help but yelp a bit when he lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed she was scared about what was about to happen, no man had touched her everything was new, exciting and scary at all once. She whimpered softly when his tongue licked up her most intimate parts and when he asked if he must spank her she shook her head and closed her eyes tight.

Her eyes flew open when he rolled her so that she was above him, she took in the scene and without hesitation her hips began to grind slightly against his mouth, the sensation was overwhelming and amazing she moaned softly and dropped her hands curiously to his manhood, she slides her fingers down the length experimentally. Getting a feel for shape and texture, it was a wonder to her how something so hard could be so soft almost velvety. Bianca sighed softly and continued her exploration of his cock by stroking her fingers up and down.
 
Eric grinned from under her. He was so lucky to have gotten to her first. She was a natural well of sexual passion, for most women would have reacted in fear at what he'd done...but he'd seen her body react when asleep.

She also was not turning away from his cock, but exploring as a new lover. For the moment, her would force no more than her orgasm...then he'd see how much she wanted another.

Deftly, an index finger slid up into her, as he moved his mouth to encompass her clit, flicking under her hood before sucking hard enough to draw her out.

He repeated his suction upon each of her labia lips, under she was greatly puffy, aroused and dripping all over him. Then he moved back to her clit, licking and assaulting it with his tongue tip as his finger whipped in and out of her. When she loosened, he added a second, and was able to reach her g-spot and rub it briskly. His other hand took a full breast, kneading it like a tight muscle, and lightly pinching and twisting her nipple.

Gradually, he increased his pace, not stopping until her nectars shot out across his face.

"You are messy, my love. For my love you are. I am glad that I could bring you some happiness. But I wonder if I was right to do so. I feel my heart open to yours and wanting you always by my side, but you do not tell me that you have affection for me. You do not reach out to kiss me...hmmm.

Mayhap I was wrong. Perhaps twer best that even if you have no man in a court with government friends, you be allowed to fend for yourself.

After all, I have heard there are one or two judges out there who regard women as more than a man's duty to guard, and consider that they might be allowed to control their own property without a court appointed overseer who has his own interests, and could bleed away her fortunes for his own enjoyment. You probably have waiting suitors who will wed you for your fortune, assuring you a place in your household.

As a Sea Captain...granted, a very well off one, I would have to unfairly expect more of you. You would need to run most of your affairs as you chose, and be trusted to buy that which pleased you, instead of a man's sensible direction all the time.

No, mayhap I was wrong. For you probably don't enjoy sea travel on such a vessel, where you are singled out and held up as the only woman. Far better to book passage and be a faceless name amongst the masses. And I did but hope you would enjoy the warm summer breezes of Martinique, where swimming in one's own pond or the waves of the ocean in winter are... Belike, you love those cold snowy French winters, sitting by a fireplace sedately like a proper woman, when the weather is to harsh to be allowed to travel outside.

And you could probably find another man, who will be strong and gentle for you, yet will respect your honor, and know immediately that you are a woman of quality, with abilities...oh, but French law requires you to have a husband for those important managerial skills to be exercised, Nez pas? A husband who will be more proper. Only touching you to gain a child, instead of making your body improperly jump in excitement. Perhaps a Vicar, or a sausage Burghar. He would not intrude, but leave you alone in the evenings to pursue more proper social pursuits such as social card games away from home, allowing you to ensure that meals are prepared and the children in control.

Very well, should you wish to be quits of me, I see how unfair I am. I will speed to get you to a friendly Governor, book your passage, and we will hope for the best for you. How likely would it be that anyone would try to take advantage of a lady after all. It's war time, and there are...well mostly...noble officers who will assure your safety.

Bianca, say the word, and though my heart will ache, we will forget my offer of marriage. I release you from any debt for saving you, and you have all my best wishes. A sea dog like me should not hold you back from your chosen destiny, for you understand that I need your complete and willing obedience and love returned to me. You are far to precious and special for a common Knight like myself. I should learn not to believe in children's tales of women who want a life of love instead of proper behavior."

Spoken from between her legs, it was a little odd, yet he began to slowly roll her from him, wondering whether his words would have the needed effect.
 
Bianca was moaning and squirming over his finger and mouth as he expertly worked her body with them, drawing forth her wetness and a passion she hadn't known was buried within her. As he did all of this her fingers continued their exploration of his cock, she'd slide her fingers up and down in a slow steady stroke, and slide one hand down to gently cup his balls and roll them between her fingers getting a feel for those as well.

So when he began to speak her fingers stilled and a look of confusion stole over her face, he began to speak of returning her to shore and finding another man. When he rolled her away from him she curled into herself, feeling a bit humiliated that she'd been so easy for him to get into bed and he'd obviously found her actions lacking enough to roll her away before she'd brought him to a release.

"Eric" she said softly, it was the first time she was using his name rather than calling him Captain "Tell me what you wish of me, I don't wish to be handed off to some friendly governor and I do not wish to be quits of you... please."
 
Slowly, he nodded his head. "Dear Bianca, that is more than fair.

What I wish...no, what I need and must have from you if you truly wish us to have a life of love and happiness. That one thing is loving obedience without question.

I am a passionate man in all ways. If you choose me, you have my word, upon the honor of this knight, that throughout our life together, I will do first what I believe will most benefit our relationship, second - what will be best for you, third what you believe will make you happy, and finally, what will benefit me.

If we do not put the relationship first from the start, we are already lost. And I must have your trust freely given.

If you do this for me, we will be truly happy, though there will be adjustments and pains along the way. Do not all couples experience this?

So, for the only time, I will ask you. Bianca Dubois, will you let me love you and be your lord and master for the rest of your life, knowing that I will do my best for you, and promise to love and serve me as a good wife and companion?"

He reached into his desk drawer and produced a stunning ring, gold with flashing emeralds and sapphires. Then he awaited her reply.
 
As he spoke Bianca began to realize that if she went home she could do far worse with the pack of suitors that would await her. It was as if he knew everything she wanted and everything she didn't, she wanted to marry for love and affection and wished not to be married off to a man of her choosing, a man after her dowry which it seemed Eric was not. She was sure he didn't even know that she had one, which settled her mind quite a bit.

She wasn't sure she knew how to be obedient but trying her best would be half the battle would it not? And she enjoyed being aboard the ship with him, and despite what she'd gone through with the hurricane and the yacht she felt she could spend a good part of her life aboard a ship with him. They'd only just met but it felt right to her, she slid towards the edge of the bed and reached for him.

"I will Eric" she said softly "I will let you love me and be my lord and Master and trust you to do whats best for us. And I promise I will love and serve you as a wife and companion."

The ring was astounding but she wanted him to hear her words above everything, she was promising to be everything he needed her to be and she hoped she'd not fail him.
 
Eric was embarrassed to find tears brimming his eyes. "Bianca, you have taken a heart that had lost hope and given it new life.

Now I will tell you, I am four son to an Earl. I will likely inherit only a court baronial title, my houses in Germany, Martinique and New Orleans, and one percent of my father's vast fortune. But we will never be taxed in Germany, that one percent is over 20000 in gold, and...I have the prize money in various point or which I have told you.

So even should you find you have lost all, by the view of society, you will always be more than wealthy.

Now, before I go to buy hats to grace your tresses and fine shoes to protect your precious feet, let us return to bed.

I wish you to try your best to swallow my manhood. Lick and worship it well with your sweet hands and mouth while I admire your efforts. And Bianca, you will swallow my seed, that I will ever know I am within you."

He smiled at her, wondering if she would protest. Not that it would matter.
 
Bianca listened to what he said about being the fourth son of an Earl, what he'd inherit and the houses and the money but she didn't care about any of it. Money didn't make her world go round until recently she hadn't known at all what made her world go round.

"I'll not have lost all I'll always be a Countess"

She crawled back into bed and when he joined her, she ran her fingers over his thighs gently. "I've never done such a thing before" she was nervous but she wanted to pleasure him. She brought her hands up from his thighs and rubbed his balls gently, holding them in her hand to test the weight of them, the feel of them. Bianca moved her fingers up again and wrapped them about the base of his cock.

He'd said he wanted her to try her best to swallow his manhood so she brought her lips down and flicked her tongue over the mushroom like head of his cock, the taste wasn't all that unpleasant so she licked around the head slowly and then wrapped her lips around him, she hadn't attempted take more the head yet, one step at a time. She suckled on the head a little bit, it felt like the natural thing to do.
 
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