Free The Pirate's Witch by Candace Smith

thought of following the other paths up the beach to get her friends, or even managing to escape Deegan, were overwhelming her exhausted, terrified mind.
     
    Deegan rose and walked into the trees by the edge of the clearing, and he returned a minute later with some fruit.   Monique was famished and tore into the light fair.   She remained silent, nervously anticipating what was going to happen next.
     
    A hand gripped her arm and he pulled her to a stand.   Monique saw that he had retrieved the curious leather belts and her eyes darted nervously between those and his cruel smile.   “I would have had them inlaid with jewels on Tortuga.   We must settle for these, I’m afraid.”   Deegan knelt and buckled cuffs onto her ankles and wrists, and Monique finally pulled back when he tried to secure one around her neck.   Once more, his hand lashed out across her cheek, causing her to spin and almost fall.   The fingers yanking her back by her hair prevented that, and she cried silently while he collared her.
     
    Deegan latched her wrists together and pulled her towards the cavern.   The space was large, and evidence of his successful trips was arranged around the rock walls.   There was a sleeping pallet boarded by round, smoothed tree trunks and filled with grass that was covered with quilts pillaged from his voyages.   It was difficult to see much with just the fire outside lighting the area, and he made no attempt to light a lamp or candle, if there were any.
     
    Instead, he pulled her to the bed with him and raised her bound wrists.   There were two leather straps that ended in loops attached to a bolt embedded in the rock wall, and he slipped a wrist through each one and tightened them to secure her.   His hands immediately began to wander across her body and she continued to cry quietly.   Monique’s struggles were minimal, because she was just too tired to fight him, and when his lips came down on her breast the stirring response was becoming expected, though still confusing to her.
     
    As soon as the bud peaked in his mouth, his teeth bit down and she gasped.   One hand mauled her other breast and his fingers kept the same rhythmic torture, matching the actions of his mouth between its pulls and pinching bites.
     
    These aroused feelings were different to anything Monique had ever experienced before.   Even during Frank’s courtship, when he was trying to win her over with his wit, intelligence and sexual prowess, he had never come close to eliciting the responses from her body that this dangerous man seemed to naturally expose.   She fought down her need to writhe against his strength and she moaned in demeaning arousal.
     
    Deegan whispered against her breast, “How you still hate to give me your passion, Clarette.   I feel your body trembling your denial.   Your pussy drenches my hand with heat from your juices and grips to have my cock fill it, and yet still your mind battles its desire.”
     
    A humiliated shiver coursed through her and she whimpered.   Monique had no idea what was happening to her, but the consuming need to have the pirate claim her was more frightening than the thought that he might do just that.   When his finger entered her, the walls inside clasped tightly, trying to keep him stroking her spongy depths.
     
    At some point, silent tears had begun to leak out the sides of her closed eyes and her whimpers had reduced to slight gasps escaping through her parted lips.   So many times Deegan would look at this golden version of Clarette and see the similarities.   More and more, he was beginning to remember her like this instead of the dark, petulant young girl who had bewitched him.
     
    Anger began to seethe and build as his mind traveled to the conclusion that this was what she was doing again.   She was bewitching him and using his seductions and arousal against him.   Suddenly, he abandoned her body and stormed out of the cave.   He paced by the fire until he