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"You're joining us in the Pub tonight," said Dean as Roman and a few of his men sat around the table drinking rum. "Where's the Missus?" he asked taking a swing of his Rum.
"Resting," answered Roman with a smile. "She needs all the rest she can get."
"Tiring her out in the bedroom?" asked Dean with a smirk.
"No," he said with a smile. "She's with child," he said as gasps were heard around the table and their mouths dropped open at his news. Roman thought about being a father. He had never thought of settling down, marrying a woman, having a family. He was going to live the pirate life his entire life. He was going to sail the ocean's blue, raid other ships, steal goods and live an adventurous life on the sea but the moment he met Cecily he knew that his dreams were shifted. He knew that he would one day settle down, one day give up the pirate life to be a father. His stomach filled with butterflies when he thought of his wife bringing their child into the world. He had never known what a father was, the only father he had ever seen was the cruel and inhumane man that raised him. He wanted to be anything but his own father. He wanted to raise his son to follow his legacy, follow the pirate life. He wanted his daughter to be treated with respect and follow the gypsy lifestyle her mother led.
"You're having a child you, Bastard?" asked Dean. Roman heard the shock in his voice as he questioned his news.
"I'm having a child," he said proudly. "Cecily is with child."
"Bloody Hell!" shouted out Rob; one of the men that were part of Roman's crew. "That's not the life you dream of. A child will ground you and a wife will hold you from doing what you need to in order to survive. That was a foolish thing to do, Captain! You can't take a child onto a pirate ship we live a dangerous life," he said sternly. "It would be dangerous to take a young'n onto the ship with us. That was a foolish thing to do."
"What Rob is trying to say," said Dean trying to soften the harshness of Rob's statement. "A baby is a lot of responsibility. We live a life that is adventurous, dangerous. A pirate ship is no place for a child," he said. "What are you going to do with the child? What are you going to do with your wife? Leave them behind?" he asked.
"I have thought about settling down, living a peaceful life," he said. "I know a baby is a lot of work. I want to raise my child to follow my legacy but I don't' want to leave my wife and child behind to live this life. I would rather settle down with my wife and give up this life," he responded. "I want something peaceful."
"This is the only life you've ever known," said Rob, "you're just going to give that up for some gypsy girl you married and your child?"
"I don't have much of a choice," he said, "I could keep living this life, risk my child catching some deadly disease from poor living conditions on a ship at sea or settle down with my wife and child, teach him the ways of a pirate and she teach him the ways of a gypsy to survive later in life, I've been thinking of settling down here in Jamaica and oversee the tobacco industry, package it up and send it to Europe. Cecily is going to show me her gypsy ways to help bring in money, I have the pub, the tobacco money and I'm going to teach her the pirate lifestyle," he said.
"I don't think you should give up everything you worked for," said Dean. "Remember what it cost you to get your ship, to live this life? You want to give that up because you're having a child?"
"What do you suggest? You just told me how dangerous it would be to take a child onto the ship with us and leaving them behind is not an option. I would never forgive myself is something were to happen to them while I was away and I am sure Cecily would never forgive me if something happened to me while I lived life on the high seas. My only option is to either give up this life I have lived my entire life to be with my wife and child or to keep living the life and risk my child living in poor conditions."
"You grew up on a pirate ship," said another man from his crew. "You survived."
"Just barely," he said before drinking down the painful memory of his childhood. "I have yet to make a decision just came to a few thoughts," he said before taking another drink.
"I never thought you would be the first to settle down or have kids," said Rob. "I always thought one of us would find some harlot to marry or have our seed take root in some harlot's womb then be forced to marry so our child wasn't a bastard but you, Captain have made me speechless. Why did you settle?"
"I have no idea," he said playing with his glass. "I'm getting older."
"And you have a beautiful young wife," said Dean, "what's life like in the bedroom with a young woman. She is no older than 18, it has to be exciting."
"It's not boring," he responded with a smile. "Cecily is a different story in the bedchambers," he said with a smirk, "never had anything like it. I feel like I can never get enough of her."
"I envy you," said Rob, "you want to share like we used to do?"
"No, I promised Cecily I would never share her with another man besides, she is mine. I own her," he said, "no other man could have the effect on her that I do. I made sure of it," he said with a smile as he saw Cecily making her way down the stairs into the Pub. His breath caught in his throat, his stomach fluttered and his palms started to sweat as he watched his beautiful wife make her way over to him. She had a sway to her hips, her dark hair cascading down her back in waves, her green eyes intense and the color of the emerald sky. Her lips pink and kissable, swollen from his earlier kisses, her breasts full and plump, toppling over in her white shirt she wore, gold hoops hanging from her ears and a colorful sash wrapped around her forehead. Around her neck were the pearls he had given her and her wrists adorned with gold bracelets and a beautiful colorful skirt matching her sash swayed around her feet. Roman stood as his wife reached his table as did the men on his crew. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist and kissed her cheek softly. "Hello, Love, I thought you were resting?"
"I miss you," she said softly as the men bowed in respect to her before taking their seats. "I got bored," she said with a smile. "What are you doing?" she asked as Roman pulled a chair out beside him for her.
"Just drinking some rum and conversing with my men," he answered as she took a seat in the chair before he sat next to her.
"That sounds fun," she said with a smile. "Did you tell them our plans for Giuseppe?"
"I was getting to that," he responded as he felt her slender hand on his upper thigh under the table. "Would you like me to get you a drink?"
"I'm fine," she said with a smile as she rubbed his doeskin breeches under the table, the lines of his muscle tightened at her soft touch.
"What plan for Giuseppe?" asked Dean.
"In a few weeks we will sail back to Spain," he began. "when we get to Spain we are going to track Giuseppe down and we are going to kill him."
"Kill Giuseppe?" asked Dean, "why would we want to do that?" he asked as Cecily's hand slid further up Roman's thigh, his breathing became heavier as she caressed his inner thigh.
"Because there is history I had no idea about," said Roman, his breathing heavy as he spoke, Cecily's hand cupping his cock in her slender hand, stroking it softly. His erection forming in his breeches, his mouth becoming dry, his breathing labored as he spoke, "and he needs to be taken care of. He hurt my wife, I will hurt him," he said as he reached under the table and stopped Cecily's hand from stroking him. He leaned over and whispered into her ear. "I will take you on this table if you don't stop your advances." A smile came across her pink lips.
"Is that a promise?" she whispered in a challenge before biting his ear lobe a soft moan escaped his lips and his crew looked at him with their eyes wide as he let go of her hand and her stroking continued.
"And let everyone see me fuck you? Let everyone see the affect I have on you, the way you scream when you cum? You want them to see that?" he whispered back before nibbling on her ear lobe, "tell me is that what you want?"
"I want you," she responded, "only you and I don't care who sees," she whispered back as his erection grew thicker, harder; achingly hard in his breeches. He growled softly in a flash he was on her, his lips capturing hers for a fierce deep kiss, his tongue demanding its way into her mouth, her lips parted as she breathed and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth, twisting and twirling with hers, dominating hers like he always did, kissing her deep and hard, his hand cupped her face as he kissed her. He moaned deeply into her mouth as she stroked his cock. "Take me now," she demanded, "I want you," she said against his lips.
"Not here," he said before scooping her up in his arms, cheers and whistles came from the men in the Pub as he carried her up the stairs to their home they shared. He carried her the entire way through their home, up to their bed chambers. He kicked the door open and kicked it shut behind him as he carried her into their chambers. He tossed her onto the bed gently. She sat with her legs extending in front of her, her hands supporting her as she watched her husband strip out of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly but impatiently, the anticipation was destroying her. He pulled his shirt away exposing his shirtsleeves before he pulled them off over his head. His abs firm and muscular, his arms big and powerful showing his strength, her eyes traveled down his body to his breeches, they hugged tightly to his powerful and muscular thighs, his erection pressing against the doeskin, ready to be freed. He pulled the placket of his breeches open and pulled them down, his erection, thick and hard, the tip was glistening with pre-ejaculate. Cecily licked her lips as her husband stood before her, gloriously nude, perfect despite the scars of his past, he was perfect. "You wanted me, take me," he demanded.
Cecily got up onto her knees, wrapped her hand around his thick erection. He moaned at her touch, her soft strokes tight in her hand as she brought him pleasure hardening him further, it ached. A soft growl escaped his throat as her lips wrapped around the thick crown of his penis, licking the pre-ejaculate before she sucked softly. He closed his eyes as he ran his hands through her thick hair. She slid her lips up his thick cock, sucking it softly, her tongue licking the veins of his penis. His mouth dropped open with a moan as she took more of him into her mouth, sucking him deeper, harder, her hands cupping his balls, massaging them softly as she sucked him, his cock toward the back of her throat. His breaths became heavier, his grip in her hair tighter as he pulled her hair, pushing himself deeper in her mouth, his buttocks tightening as the wave of passion tore through him. She pulled him closer, took him deeper and sucked him harder. A loud groan filled the room as the hot liquid from his cock spurted into her mouth the salty bitter taste barely touching her tongue, his hot seed hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed his pleasure. He pulled himself out of her mouth, his cock still hard. She smiled at him before she quickly stripped out of her clothes.
Roman smiled at his beautiful wife, every part of her was perfect. Every inch of her body was perfection in his eyes. He kissed her lips softly before he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. "You wanted me, Cecily."
"Only you," she reminded him, "only you. Give it to me," she begged him as his fingers slid between her legs and into the soft folds of her sex, stroking her softly.
"You're ready, Cecily," he said as he continued to stroke her. Anticipation of his thick cock inside of her made her move her hips to welcome his strokes, to take him deeper inside her. "I love this affect I have on you. I love that I'm yours, I love that you're mine to take whenever and however I want. You wanted this, Cecily," he said as he removed his fingers from her dripping sex. He positioned himself between her legs, stroking her with his thick cock, teasing her. He thrusted deep inside of her without warning, causing her to cry out as he filled her completely, he laid his body on top of hers, his tongue licking her ear, his hands cupping her full breast, massaging them, as he thrusted himself deep inside her before pulling out and thrusting back in harder each time, deeper. His cock hit every sensitive part of her sex as he slid himself back out and cries of pleasure escaped her as he thrusted himself inside of her, taking her as his, showing her that she was his and he was hers. Never had he been so raw with a woman as he was with his wife, never had he shown a woman the darkness of his past, the need to control, he never wanted to own a woman completely until Cecily, she submitted to him in every way. She gave herself freely and completely to him as he did the same to her. He thrusted himself deeper as he pulled her hair, pulling her head back, taking her lips and kissing her deeply as he continued his rough, deep thrusts. She moaned against his lips, the passion tearing through her body, her stomach filling with butterflies, her insides tightening, her legs quivering. A scream of pleasure escaped her as her sex spasmed around Roman's thick cock, he continue his movements, he felt himself getting closer, his erection growing thicker and harder inside of her wet sex, he pulled her hair back and took her lips as he spilled his seed deep inside her, filling her with his pleasure.
After taking his wife, making love to her the way he chose to he drew them a bath. Roman was walking around their bedroom as Cecily lie in their bed watching him walk around in just his breeches, his hair undone. He looked so beautiful as he paced the room. "I hope sex was okay for the baby."
"I think it is okay to have sex while I'm pregnant," she said, "if not then it's going to be a long 9 months," she said.
"Do you feel okay? Is the baby okay?" he asked with concern.
"It's fine," she said placing her hand on her stomach. "You're fine," she said with a smile as he stopped to look at the picture of her sister on the dresser.
"Cynthia," he said picking up the picture.
"You know Cynthia?" she asked sitting up at his startled reaction to the picture in his hands.
"She is, she was Seth's wife," he said softly staring at the picture of the only other rare beauty he had seen in his life, it hit him, he had destroyed Cecily's sister to the point she took her life. He looked up at Cecily and her green eyes met his grey orbs. "She was Seth's wife," he said again.
*A/N: What do you think of Roman's decision to give up the pirate life to settled down with Cecily and their child? Do you think he should give up his entire life, the life he has always known or do you think he should take them with him while he lives the only life he knows? What do you think of Cecily and Roman including the crew in their plot to kill Giuseppe? Do you think that Cecily is changing Roman and steering him away from his notorious reputation? Why do you think it's so important for Cecily to show Roman that he owns her and why do you think it's so import for Roman to own Cecily? What do you think about him claiming that he owns her? What did you think of Roman realizing that Cynthia was not only Cecily's sister but Seth's wife? What do you think will happen now? Please review and thank-you for reading.