Free The Pirate's Witch by Candace Smith Page A

could control his lust enough to remember he had to subdue her, strip her of her self-worth, so that she would not be able to harm him again.
     
    He strode back to the cave and retrieved the leather gag with the two hanging strips that had so annoyed her.   Monique’s eyes widened in confused shock as the edges of her arousal finally left her.   She turned her head and screamed until he finally gripped her jaw in his hand and secured the gag.   Now he would not have to listen to her pleading or feel threatened by her curses.
     
    His immediate need was to satisfy the throbbing of his rod, and he quickly positioned himself between the thighs he had spread amidst her thrashing.   In a solid plunge he was embedded almost fully, and his staff jerked at her pleasing wail.   Heavy, urgent thrusts brought him quickly to climax, and he rolled off of her leaving her bound, wailing, and conscious of the waste of sex trickling down her crevice to the quilt.
     
    In the morning when she woke, Deegan already had his breeches on and was stirring the fire to life.   He returned to the cave and she kicked through the quilts until her back scraped against the rock wall and her bound hands rested beside her.   The stare he gave her was cold, and dispelled the hope that he was going to remove the gag and release her from the wall.
     
    Deegan smiled down at her with a look that turned cruel.   “I wonder, Clarette, if your throat will still pulse tightly to please me.”   When he grabbed the sides of her head, Monique was terrified.   He was inside her mouth so quickly that the taste and texture of him against her tongue had not registered before she found herself gasping for breath.   Once more he plunged in an angry frenzy that she did not understand, and when his sticky seed shot far down her throat, she coughed and wailed against him.
     
    After he sealed himself behind his pants, he removed the ring and untied her from the wall.   Monique lay in shock, still curled into the wall, until he grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet.   “Come, you have work to do,” he grumbled.
     
    Monique stared down at the fire, watching Deegan light a curious stick with debris attached to it by a wide leaf wrapped around the small bundle.   He lit the end and it smoldered, and then he wedged it between two rocks bordering the pit.   Deegan walked to the lean-to and returned with a basket.   “To the left of the pond are fruit and nut trees.   Be back with this filled before the stick burns to the rock.   You do not want me to have to come after you,” he threatened.   With that, he returned to the cave.
     
    Monique studied the stick a moment and figured she had about five minutes.   Completely petrified of the pirate, she hurried to the left of the pond and began blazing a trail through the vegetation and filling the basket with some of the many varieties of edible fruits and nuts she passed by.   When the basket was at a decent level, she panicked briefly, thinking she was lost.   She listened for the sound of the waterfall and let it guide her back to the clearing.
     
    Deegan called her over to the lean-to, and she remained silent as he taught her how he wanted her to prepare the breakfast meal.   He showed her the jar that held the crushed leaves he used for tea, and brought everything back by the fire.   Monique automatically knelt beside him and waited for him to put fruit into a bowl for her and ladle out a small amount of tea.
     
    After they finished their breakfast, Monique looked up to see him staring into the fire.   Through her terror, her mind screamed silently for a way to escape, and she asked quietly, “Will we be sailing on the boat again today?”   She watched as his eyes began to darken, causing her to tremble.   Why had she spoken?   She should have known better.
     
    She was surprised when he answered coldly, “I suppose that would be up to you, girl.   Though I doubt it to be