Part 1
Hands bound, blindfolded, and heart pounding, Verity was led onto the ship with her fiance Preston behind her. They had been ambushed outside a tavern on their way out of town. Not only was she shaking in fear, but Verity was also angry with Preston. She insisted it was a bad idea to leave too late in the evening, but he wanted to make it to his cousin’s home outside of Boston before it was too dark. Verity’s stomach began to turn nervously as she was pushed onto the deck, she heard the sound of Preston’s voice but couldn’t make out the words through all the excitement. Once they reached the middle of the deck, they were forced to their knees. The ship grew quiet, all that could be heard were the seagulls, the waves, and boot steps coming towards them. “What have you brought me?” A gruff, stern voice asked. Verity felt the cold steel of a sword below her chin gently raising her head up. She swallowed hard, praying silently that this was not her final moment. Just then she heard Preston’s voice next to her, “Let us go!” his voice was trying to be commanding but there was a shakiness to it that told her he was just as scared as she was. Verity heard a loud crack, then Preston collapsed onto the deck. Her heart stopped, there was no doubt in her mind that he was dead and she would be next. She heard him groaning next to her as tears rolled down her face. She scarcely had time to think before she heard boot steps approach her side, then drag Preston across the deck. Forcefully she was brought to stand with men on both sides holding her still. Feeling as though she was about to pass out, Verity finally took in a deep breath and focused back on the situation at hand. “You are a very pretty thing aren’t you?” The voice was closer to her now, almost in her face. She could feel the heat from his body, and his musky smell filled her nostrils making her stomach upset. Verity held her tongue, she did not want to meet the same fate that Preston had. Perhaps if she was quiet and obedient they would let her go. “You do not have to be afraid, we’re not going to hurt you.” There was a tug on the blindfold before it fell from her eyes. Verity quickly looked around her, noticing she was indeed on a pirate ship not far from the shore, but too far that she could not escape by swimming. The man with the gruff voice took her chin in his hand forcing her to look at him. He was awestruck by her beautiful eyes, they were bluer than any ocean he had ever seen. His eyes traveled down her body taking it all in. She was a voluptuous, curvy woman, with dark red curly hair, soft pink lips, and pale skin. He smirked, “I am Captain Alistair Greyhate, welcome to my ship” Verity noticed that his face matched his voice, he had a grey beard, dark tan skin, deep brown eyes, and a hard face. He seemed a contradiction to the pirates she had always heard stories about, he was well-groomed and well-dressed. There seemed a duality to him, if she did not know any better it would have been just as easy for him to mix in effortlessly with polite society as it was for him to plunder a ship. As her eyes caught his she was snapped back into the reality of her situation. “What do you want?” Her voice was shaky, but she stood firmly before him. “I’m a pirate, what do you think I want? It’s not that hard to figure out, Princess.” The rest of his crew laughed causing Verity to turn bright red with embarrassment and anger. She pouted as she stared daggers at Alistair, if her hands were free she wouldn’t have any reservations about slapping him across his smug face. “Seeing as how you have murdered my fiance, I do not think you are likely to get anything you demand Mr. Greyhate.” Alistair smiled, he liked the tone of her voice. Not many people were brave enough to take such a tone with him. It was clear to him that she had an attitude and there were so many ways he would be willing to correct it. He took her by the throat, “First of all, Princess, your fiancee is not dead. He is passed out in the brig where he belongs. Secondly, I would not take such a tone with me. If you had not noticed you are on my ship and anything on this ship belongs to me. And lastly, I always get what I want, you’ll come to learn that soon enough.” Verity swallowed hard, his hand around her throat excited her. Shifting her eyes down to her feet she softened her expression, “I apologize for my tone Mr. Greyhate, but as you can see I am completely out of my element.” He removed his hand from her throat, “Take her to my quarters, we cannot have such a beautiful jewel rotting with the insolent thing she calls a fiancee.” Verify did not resist, she had felt the power behind his hand and knew that if he wanted to kill her he could easily do so. When the door was opened she was flung in with the door locked behind her. After the shock had somewhat worn off, she rose to her feet and looked around the room. It was filled with dark, rich wood, and fine furnishings. Before she had time to fully take in the room, Captain Greyhate burst through the door, quickly closing it behind him. The sound of his boot steps crossing the floor towards Vertiy threw her off guard. She was not sure what to expect, she had not yet worked out his demeanor. He crossed the floor walking past her to sit in a chair facing her. “Please sit,” he gestured for her to sit on the sofa across from him. Verity reluctantly took a seat, staring at him as he took off his hat placed it on his knee, and ran his hands over his bald head. Leaning his head back he outstretched his legs and crossed them at the ankle as if he was about to fall asleep in his chair. “What should I do with you, Princess?” His voice sounded tired, but it had a warmer tone to it. “My name is Verity… Miss Verity Cooper.” She removed her gaze from him and looked at her hands in her lap, “Seeing as how I am at your mercy, I suppose you can do what you want with me” Greyhate looked up at her, he knew what she meant. After all, pirates were notorious for raping a pillaging. However, he was not that kind of man nor did he allow his men to be. Even if they were, Verity was of rare beauty and he would not allow her to endure such treatment. He saw a single tear roll down her cheek as she awaited an answer. “Dry your tears, Miss Cooper, as long as you are in the company of me and my men you will be safe.” Verity looked up and met his eyes with hers. She could see his sincerity and it put her at ease. There was also something in his eyes that excited her, something she had never seen in Preston’s. Verity shook her head reminding herself she was his captive and her life as well as Preston’s rested in Greyhate’s hands. “You do not need to fear us, Miss Cooper. We know that Mr. Parker comes from a wealthy family and as soon as we get the ransom we seek you will both be let go, unharmed.” Verity felt anger build inside her, she could not help but scoff, “Unharmed? My fiancee is below deck with a head wound, more than likely bleeding to death and you say you will let us go unharmed.” Greyhate’s face became hard as he sat forward, “I am a gentleman but you should not take that tone with me. I will be more than generous to you if you are respectful toward me. Do you understand, Princess?” His mood had changed so quickly and although he said he wouldn’t harm her, she did not know if she could trust him. Verity nodded her head, she knew she was on thin ice, but the tone of his voice stirred something within her. No man had ever used that kind of tone with her and she liked it. While she sat in silence Greyhate imagined the things he would like to do to correct her tone. He imagined throwing her over his knee and giving her backside a few good swats, or holding her against the wall with his hand at her throat while she begged him to kiss her. He wondered what her sweet voice would sound moaning in his ear as he brought her continual ecstasy. Greyhate shifted in his seat as he felt his cock getting hard. Across from him sat a sweet, innocent woman who had no idea of the dark thoughts in his head. He smiled, “Miss Cooper, we can be friends, can we not? There’s no reason your stay on our ship has to be an unpleasant one.” Verity gave him a half smile, “You’re correct Captian, I can be civil if you can be agreeable.” Alistair let out a hardy laugh, it had been a long time since he had enjoyed the company of a woman, other than in a carnal sense. “We shall see about that Princess, it’s terribly late, take my bed for the night, I’m fine in my chair.” Hesitantly she stood up and turned towards the bed then looked back at Alistair. She looked worried and he couldn’t blame her. During the course of the evening, she had been through a lot. Alistair returned to his previous relaxed position closing his eyes, “Do not worry Miss Cooper, I’ve locked the door so none of the scallywags will bother you.” Part 2 Verity awoke sometime later, feeling pressure in the bed next to her. Alistair slipped into bed with her wrapping her in his arms and kissing her neck. She felt the warmth of his breath and the roughness of his beard as his hands began to explore her body. A soft moan escaped her lips as he moved his hands under her shift, tracing the lines of her body up her torso until he reached her breasts. Verity’s nipples were hard, begging to be touched. Forcibly Alistair turned her over to face him, seeing his face she was breathless. She thought he was handsome in the dim light of the evening when she first saw him on deck. But in the moonlight, she could see how attractive he truly was. She reached her hand out to touch his face but was quickly met with his hand grabbing her wrist. “Do not touch me, unless I command you to. Is that clear Princess?” Verity pulled her hand back and looked into his eyes, “Yes Captain.” Alistair grabbed the back of Verity’s neck and pulled her in close. He kissed her hard and deeply allowing his tongue to encourage her to kiss him back. She moaned into his mouth and then used her tongue to meet his. She had never felt so much passion in all her twenty-one years, and she certainly never felt it when she and Preston kissed. Alistair pulled up her shift exposing her naked body he took a moment to take it all in. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow gently in the moonlight as if she was a goddess sent to satisfy his every need. He kissed her chin, then her neck, and down her chest until he came to her nipples. His rough hand began to massage one as kissed the other taking the nipple in his mouth and gently biting it. Verity felt a warm sensation spreading through her body and a wetness growing between her legs. Alistair was feeling the same warm sensation as he grew harder with each ragged breath that escaped Verity’s lips. He moved his hand down between her thighs dipping his fingers into her wetness. Verity whimpered as she bit her lip, instinctively she moved her hands to Alistair’s head to pull him in closer. He growled grabbing her wrists, climbing on top of her, and pinning her to the bed. “I told you do not touch me unless I command you!” Alistair nudged her legs open with his knee and ran the head of his shaft up and down her lips. Verity bucked her hips and whined, she wanted him inside her more than anything. She had never wanted a man so much in her life. Alistair smiled as he spread her lips and rubbed his head on her clit. Verity moaned loudly, “Please Captain, I want you!” He grunted, slowly pushing his cock inside her tight, pussy. Verity gasped with amazement as he looked deep into her eyes. “Princess, it’s time.” “What?” “It’s time to wake up Princess.” Verity jolted awake feeling a sharp jab to her ribs. It had all been one amazing dream. Alistair was standing next to the bed looking down at her. “You cannot stay in bed all day, this is not a hotel. Get dressed and I will take you down to see your fiancee.” Still dazed by her dream, Verty barely heard anything Alistair said. He poked her again to gain her attention. “Of course, I do not have to take you to see your fiancee, you can stay locked in my cabin all day if you prefer.” Verity shook herself from her rid herself of distraction, “No I should like to see my fiancee, assuming he is still alive.” Alistair laughed and Verity couldn’t help but note the warmness of his laughter and smile. “His head is a little worse for the wear, but otherwise he is unharmed.” She looked him up and down noting little things about his clothing the redness of his coat, the dim shine on his gold buttons, even the wear and tear on his boots. At a glance, he seemed very well put together, but upon further inspection, she found his appearance was just as flawed as hers. Her mind flashed back to her dream, him pinning her down to the bed and spreading her legs. She felt the warmness growing between her legs as she bit her lip. “It’s a yes or no question Princess, either you want to see him or you do not. I cannot stand here all day waiting for you to make a decision, I have a ship to run.” “Yes, I want to see Preston please allow me to get dressed.” Alistair looked away from her as she got out of bed. Although she was in her shift, he did not want her to be uncomfortable. He felt an attraction towards her, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. However, if he was going to gaze upon her naked body it would be of her own free will, not his peeping eyes. Verity dressed as quickly as she could making sure she looked as presentable as possible, she wanted to ensure that Preston knew she was being taken care of. When she was dressed Alistair lead her below deck to the cell Preston was being held. Verity’s eyes widened when she saw him. Preston had dried blood on his face and a black eye. When the cell door was opened she quickly rushed inside and fell to her knees before him. “Preston, are you okay?” Preston barely opened his eyes but used his hand to caress Verity’s face. “I’m a little worse for the wear but I’ll be okay my love. Tell me you’re being treated well, those men haven't harmed you have they?” Verity shook her head, “No, Captain Greyhate said they won’t harm us, they just require money from your family and they’ll let us go.” Preston shook his head, “Verity, my darling, there is no money.” Verity sat back on her heels looking at him in disbelief. As Preston opened his eyes to look at her, Verity saw a tear roll down his cheek. Her stomach sank in disbelief, as far as she was concerned the promise of money was the only thing keeping them alive. “You cannot be serious, Preston. What do you mean?” “I’ve been foolish, I’ve gambled away my father’s estate. Marrying you was supposed to get my family out of debt, but your father refused to provide any money once he found out about my debts. I asked my cousin if he would be able to loan me money to pay off my creditors and he denied me. We were going to his home to try to persuade him to change his mind.” Verity’s disbelief quickly turned to anger. For her it was never about how much money Preston or his family had, she thought he had a genuine interest in her. “You never intended to marry me for love? It was all just a business arrangement?” Preston leaned his head back against the wall, “Surely you knew it wasn’t for your looks or personality.” Verity stood up and slapped him across the face before storming out of the cell and up onto the deck. Alistair quickly followed behind her catching her just as she threw open the door to his cabin and stepped inside. Verity threw herself on the bed sobbing into a pillow. “Miss Cooper, I deeply apologize for what he said.” She looked up at Alistair tears streaming down her face, “I suppose now you have no choice but to kill us.” Alistair was taken aback, never had the thought of harming Verity come to his mind. He sat on the bed next to her and rubbed his hand up and down her back. Even with tears in her eyes and a flushed face, she was still a vision of beauty to him. “I promised you, no harm would come to you Miss Cooper and I will stand by that promise. I am a gentleman above everything else.” “A gentleman that kidnaps people and holds them for ransom? How can I take you are your word? You’re nothing but a filthy pirate!” Verity sat up and began hitting his chest until she broke down crying in his arms. Alistair knew she did not mean any of it, she was out of her element and she was blindsided by her fiancee who turned out to be prat. Alistair wrapped his arms around Verity allowing her to cry on his chest. To calm her, he stroked her hair and repeatedly whispered to her that it was alright to let out all her tears. Within a half hour, she fell asleep in his arms. For a woman who was so feisty, she was such a fragile thing, but then again who wouldn’t be if they found out the man they were intended to marry was only in it for money? He gently laid her on the bed as he stood up, seeing her sleeping, Alistair knew he had to do something. He made his way below deck as he was determined that Preston was about to learn a lesson he would not soon forget. Part 3 Captain Greyhate’s men pulled Preston out of the cell as soon as Alistair approached. With one man on each side of him, Preston was forced to stand in front of Greyhate. Looking him up and down Greyhate saw nothing but a pitiful-looking man. He did not understand how a man like that caught the attention of Verity in the first place. He scowled at Preston resisting the urge to beat him to a pulp for the way he treated Verity. “You told Miss Cooper you have no money, what use are you to us any longer?” Preston began to shake, “I may not serve any financial purpose but you can take me on as a crew member.” The crew and Alistair erupted in a chorus of laughter. “You are neither a gentleman nor a pirate. The very thought of you being a member of my crew is offensive. Perhaps we should check with Miss Cooper to see what fate she wishes upon you. After the way you’ve treated her, I can imagine she might favor the idea of leaving you on the next deserted island we come upon.” Preston grew angry, “You know nothing about what has transpired between Verity and me! She’s nothing but a meal ticket, but I assure you she enjoyed my affection towards her, no matter how erroneous they were. She should’ve known that there is not a man on this planet that would consider a union with her if it wasn’t for father’s money.” Captain Greyhate hit Preston across the face, “Do not speak of Miss Cooper that way, she is a goddess and you do not deserve her!” He ordered his men to put Preston back in his cell. The way he spoke about Verity made Alistair’s blood boil and he did not want to be tempted into doing something that he would later regret. He stormed back up on deck and into his cabin, he slammed the door forgetting Verity was sleeping. She awoke with a start when the door slammed followed by Alistair’s boot steps anxiously pacing about the cabin. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, “Captain, is everything alright?” Her sweet voice stopped him in his tracks, his anger grew more intense with the thought that Preston could toss aside a creature so delicate and sweet. Alistair turned and looked at her, “What did you ever see in that braggart? It doesn’t surprise me he tossed you aside.” Verity looked down disappointedly, “Because why would any man keep me for reasons other than my father’s money? I know I’m not the most beautiful woman Captain Greyhate, but I do have other qualities that I thought Preston saw. Although I was terribly wrong about that.” Alistair’s heart sank and he sat next to her on the bed taking her hands in his, “Verity I did not mean it like that, I meant he’s such a cad he doesn’t deserve a woman like you. He does not deserve all the love, attention, and concern you’ve shown him. It doesn’t surprise me that he tossed you aside because he’s so wrapped up in his own vanity he could not see the wonderful, beautiful woman he was graced with.” Verity completely ignored Alistair, she had heard the same lies from Preston, and it became obvious that this was a ploy to get her father’s money. “Captain Greyhate, if you write to my father I’m sure he will pay any ransom you demand for my safe return. I’m sure that will more than compensate you for any trouble Preston or I have caused you.” Alistair stood up stomping his foot on the ground, “This is no longer about money Verity!” She looked up at him with tears forming in her eyes, “If it’s not about money, then what is it about?” He froze, during all the commotion and rage he did not stop to think about what it was about. He knew he couldn’t take money from Verity’s father, she was far too good to take advantage of her family in such a way. The thought of letting her go ached his heart, and it would not provide Preston with the punishments he rightfully deserved. “Write to my father and send it to him at the next port, I am sure he will happily provide any amount you wish as long as you guarantee my safe return.” Alistair reached down to grab her hands, he pulled her from the bed to her feet and pressed himself up against her, “Verity I do not want your father’s money! Why is that so hard for you to understand?” He looked deeply into her eyes, he felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her but resisted. Verity turned her face away from him, she was in no mood to argue or be lied to about a man’s intentions again. “Let go of me please, I will write to my father on your behalf. He will be more inclined to believe I am well if the letter is in my hand.” Alistair grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her bringing her focus back upon himself. Her eyes widened as she bit her lip. This time he was unable to resist his urges, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. Verity struggled at first but quickly relaxed and kissed him back. It was far better than she had dreamed, she felt the warmness of her arousal spreading through her body. Alistair pulled away from her looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction, he was struck again by her deep blue eyes that were looking dreamily back at him. Verity saw the desire in his eyes, it was the same desire she was feeling. “Captain,” she whispered breathlessly, “I want you!” Alistair took her cheek in his hand, “Please call me Alistair, I long to hear your sweet voice say my name.” Her blue eyes seemed to grow bigger as she took a ragged breath, “Alistair, I want you!” Alistair threw her on the bed lifting her skirt in the process. Normally he would take his time, however, he had yearned for Verity since the first moment he looked into her eyes. He climbed on the bed next to her and placed his hand between her legs to feel how wet she was. Slowly he slid his finger inside her slit to feel her clit. She gasped and blushed at the forwardness of it all, but she craved to feel him inside her. By her apparent shock it was obvious to Alistair that Verity did not have much experience with men. He slowly rubbed her clit as he kissed her neck making her moan softly. She was growing wetter and he was growing harder. Alistair pulled his member from his pants and grabbed one of her hands guiding her to it. Verity’s soft hand felt incredible, it had been years since Alistair had felt something so delicate, yet so arousing. Alistair looked deep into Verity’s eyes, “Are you ready for me Princess?” Verity nodded as she spread her legs for him. Alistair climbed on top of her slowly running the head of his shaft up and down her slit to get it wet. Verity prepared herself by clinging to the bed sheets, her heart was pounding so furiously she swore Alistair could hear it. Unable to resist any longer Alistiar plunged into her causing Verity to let out a loud moan. He leaned down pressing his body against her and covering her mouth. Alistair did not waste any time, he thrusted himself in and out fo her like his life depended on it. The sound of Verity’s muffled moans aroused him futher causing him to growl with every plunge into her. “My God you feel amazing! You’re so tight Princess!” Verity was lost in the moment, his shaft felt incredible as it stretched out her pussy. She had only ever been with one man, and it wasn’t anything as pleasurable as the way Alistair was using her. She moved her hands around his back clinging to him as to move better with him to give him as much pleasure as possible. Alistair removed his hand from Verity’s mouth changing his position to put her legs on his shoulders. He was was able to plunge deeper into her as well as look at her beautiful face when she inevitable came. Alistair continued thrusting in and out of her to the rhythm of Verity’s breathless moans. “Captain… Alistair… harder please!” He loved the sound of her begging, and did as she requested fucking her hard enough she couldn’t breathe. He moved his hands to her neck and applied pressure making her squirm with delight. He tried to make their first encounter last as long as possible, but he hadn’t been with a woman of Verity’s quality for quite some time and she was tighter than he had expected. His growls turned to grunts as he fucked her as hard as possible. Verity was enjoying his hands around her neck, she looked into his eyes silently letting him know it. When he picked up the pace Verity felt his shaft rubbing against her g-spot making her eyes roll in the back of her head. “Alistair I’m almost there!” She shouted at him as he was on his final strokes. The moment he felt Verity tighten around his cock he came inside her. They both moaned in pure ecstasy as their bodies encouraged eachother’s orgasms. Alistair pluged into her a few more times to ensure his cum stayed inside her, he wanted her to remember this encounter for days. When he was finished he laid on the bed next to Verity. She was trying to recover her breath while staring at the ceiling. Alistair looked over at her and saw a tear roll down her face. Immediately he grabbed her and held her tightly in his arms. “Do not cry Princess, I apologize if I hurt you.” Verity smiled with tears in her eyes, “You did not hurt me Captain, I just feel overwhelmed with pleasure at the moment.” Alistair kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair, “Tonight I had to have you, it has been too long since I have been with a woman that could even slightly compare to you. I couldn’t resist you any longer and I am thankful you did not reject me. I promise next time I will take my time to give you all the pleasure you deserve.” Verity looked up at him, “Are you sure you want there to be a next time? Preston said the same thing and he never looked at me that way again.” The words broke his heart, he held her even tighter, “I’m not Preston nor do I intend to be anything like him. I know a treasure of a woman when I see one and I fear I may never let you go.” Part 4 Verity wandered below deck while everyone slept, she had to see Preston one more time. She needed answers as to why he would lead her on, and what made him think she was only good for money. Afterall Alistair thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, this made her think that maybe Preston was just saying things to push her away and keep her safe. When she peered into his cell it appeared he was sleeping, but she was not about to let that stop her from getting answers. She whispered at him first to wake him, but he didn’t stir. Looking around she found a small rock which she threw at him gaining his attention. “Preston wake up!” He turned and faced Verity with a sneer on his face, “Did I not make it clear earlier I wanted nothing else to do with you?” “You cannot have meant that, Preston. What about everything we’ve been through? You cannot have faked all of that. Every kiss, every laugh, every intimate touch, that all has to mean something.” Preston stood up and walked towards the door getting as close to her as possible, “Oh Verity not only are you the most unsightly woman I have ever laid my eyes on, you are also so very naive. Now leave me alone, I do not want to see you again!” Filled with anger and sadness Verity stormed off back up on deck, she was quickly met by Alistair who looked furious. “Where have you been?” “I went to speak with Preston, I needed to know how he truly felt about me.” Alistair grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards his cabin. He shut the door behind them and pushed her up against it. “You are never to see or speak to the wretched low life again, do you understand? Verity whimpered as Alistair pushed her further agains the door, “I just had to know if I really was as repulsive to him as the lead us all to believe.” Alistair's eyes grew dark as he growled at her, “I do not want to hear another word about him is that understood? You are mine now and I will not allow you to fraternize with scum! If you disobey me there will be consequences!” Verity struggled to get free from him, but he gripped her even tighter, “I want to hear you say you will obey my orders Princess!” “Alistair, I will obey you in your request to never see or speak to Preston again.” Alistair leaned in close to her ear, “say you’re mine!” He leaned back and looked into Verity’s eyes, she was intimidated, but also very aroused. She liked the aggressive side of him. “I am yours Captain Greyhate.” Just as she finished speaking he leaned in and kissed her all the while lifting up her skirt. He was just as aroused as Verity and he had to have here then and there. He undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out as he lifted Verity against the door. He thrust himself into her causing her to yelp, she was wet but offered a little resistance. Verity wrapped her arms around his neck as he fucked her up against the door. With every thrust she felt herself growing wetter. Alistair’s growls and grunts grew more intense when Verity began to moan. Neither of them cared if anyone else heard them, in fact Alistair was hoping Preston could hear them in his cell. Verity wrapped her legs around Alistair’s waist allowing him to fuck her with more intensity. His cock felt amazing inside her so much so she didn’t want him to ever stop. Alistair felt the same, her tight pussy was the best he ever had and it was all his. Quickly Verity came on his shaft and begged for more. Alistair pulled out of her and let her down leading her to the sofa where he bent her over the arm rest. He kicked her legs open and entered her from behind. He found pleasure in staring at her ass while he fucked her so hard she couldn’t breathe. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on Verity’s asshole before using his thumb to massage it. This caused Verity to tense up, she wasn’t expecting him to play with her in that way. However as he massaged it, Verity realized how good it felt and slowly began to relax again. Verity’s moans once again filled the cabin as she felt Alistair’s thumb slowly penetrating her ass. “Doesn’t that feel good Princess?” Verity looked back at him nodding her head. Grabbing her hips he pulled her into her thrusting in and out of her furiously as her legs began to buckle. Digging his nails into her flesh, he felt the pressure building inside of him. Verity let out a long sensual moan as she came again, the mere act of her tightening around his cock pushed him over the edge. Alistair came inside of her, fucking it in deeper while she came again and again. Verity collapsed on the sofa as Alistair pulled out of her. He fell back into the chair behind him staring at her ass still hanging over the arm of the sofa. He had never fucked a woman as intoxicating as Verity, she was addictive. Alistair knew all too well that as good as it felt, it was a dangerous situation. Verity could not stay on the ship with him forever, at some point he was going to have to let her go. She was a lady and being on a ship with a gang of pirates was no place for a woman of her respectability. And then there was the issue of Preston, what were they going to do with him? Verity moved herself from the arm to the seat of the sofa and looked at Greyhate. She could see he was lost in thought so she remained quiet. Never had she seen or been with a man quite like him, and she wanted more; more of his love, more of his attention, more of his time. “Captain, what happens when my father pays the ransom?” This was a question that had been burning in her mind from the first time he touched her. Taking a deep breath he focused on Verity, her face glowed like the image of a saint in an old religious painting, she was purity and unvirtuous at the same time. He felt a pain in his heart, it was evolving from an eventuality into a reality. He was going to have to let her go. Alistair cleared his throat, “We will have to drop you off somewhere you can get a passage home. Unless…” Alistair stopped before he said the impossible. Looking into Verity’s eyes he saw the glimmer of hope he knew he had to kill. She waited with baited breath for him to finish, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. “Unless…what?” Verity’s sweet voice caused him to choke up. He immediately stood up from the chair and situated himself. “There is no ‘unless’ Princess, we will find you passage home at the next port whether or not the ransom is paid. You do not belong here.” He stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. Verity sat in the silence of the cabin closing her eyes, losing herself in the motion of the ship. He was right, she knew Alistair was right, but that didn’t make the thought of her leaving him any easier. As night fell, Verity climbed into bed waiting for Alistair to return and quickly fell asleep. The next morning, to her dismay, she awoke to find no sign of Alistair. Getting out of bed she quickly saw they were in sight of land, they were coming into a port. Verity’s heart sank as she realized this was the beginning of the end. Alistair gently knocked on the door startling her. He opened the door with a sad smirk on his face, “I’ve spoken with an old friend of mine who has a decent ship, he’s going to take you back home I’ve made all the arrangements.” Verity’s heart stopped, it was really happening, he was letting her go. Slowly she nodded her head looking at Alistair in disbelief. “We both knew this could not last forever Princess. As I said last night, you do not belong here.” Verity ran over to Alistair jumping into his arms, “Please do not make me go! I love you, I want to be here with you. I do not care if I belong here or not!” Alistair’s heart pounded, her words cut him down to his core, but he knew it was time to let go. He pushed Verity away, “He’s leaving soon you need to get on deck.” Verity composed herself, lifted her head up high and walked out of the cabin onto the deck. She closed her eyes to feel the warm sun and the cool breeze, she could smell the sweet salty water around her just as she did when she first arrived on the ship. She recalled how scared she was when she first boarded, but now she was heartbroken leaving. Alistair helped her onto the waiting ship, he kissed her hand and his eyes filled with tears. As he walked away Vertiy knew her life would never be the same and made a vow she would find him again someday.
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