Usual disclaimers... pfft!
Last chapter for the day... please remember that Jack is a pirate, he wants her and he thinks he's irrisistable! Shut up Pendragginink! We know he is irrisistable, but Bessie doesn't – savvy?
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Chapter 6 - The Mouse
Jack was not asleep, but watching Bessie from beneath the brim of his hat, smiling to himself as she prepared a meal as he had ordered with the little food that she had. He had not expected the daughter of Horace Masters to be such a mouse, even if she was a pretty little mouse, but he guessed years of running and hiding had taken a toll on whatever spirit she had once possessed. That and whoever it was that beat her back on Grenada. At least she would not have to worry about that working in the Governor's household - Weatherby Swann was a stickler for propriety and would not stand for having his staff abused.
An hour or so later the aroma of the meal made his mouth water. He watched as she laid the table for two, placing a jug of water and two beakers on the table before carefully approaching him. "Dinner is ready," she said quietly, leaning down to shake him gently when he did not stir. "Dinner."
His hand caught hers before she could pull away. "I heard you the first time," he replied, removing his hat and looking up at her. He did not release her hand.
"I am sorry," she trembled, her grey eyes wide with fright.
"Well, let's see what yer've cooked..." Jack slowly released her hand and she jumped back as he rose from the bed. He walked over to the table, surprised to see that she had given him the majority of the food. He sat silently, waiting while she sat opposite him, blinking in surprise as she bowed her head and said Grace. Jack could not remember the last meal he had sat down to where Grace had been said. "If yer are ready luv," he grinned, tucking into the food. "'Ere, yer should have served 'em more even like..." He scraped some of his food back onto her plate.
"You don't like it?" she whispered, looking at him worriedly.
Jack smiled. "It's very good Bessie, but yer'll need yer strength fer t'morrow... savvy?"
"Yes Sir," she said quietly, unsure what to make of his sudden kindness. This pirate was strange - he confused her. He did not act like any other pirate that had found her and she did not know what to make of him. Then again, she had always been able to fool or flee from any other pirate... but not him.
"M' name is Jack," he muttered, chewing a mouthful of food. "But yer can call me Captain."
"Yes Captain," Bessie acknowledged, quietly eating her meal. Jack ate in silence, studying her as she poured herself a tumbler of water. "Captain?" He nodded and she poured a second tumbler for him. Rum would have been nicer, but water was obviously all she had.
Jack sighed in contentment, realising he could get used to such treatment. She was certainly more amenable company than sharing a table with Joshamee Gibbs! "When yer've done th' dishes yer can wash m' clothes," he ordered, "b'fore joining me fer th' night..."
Bessie gaped at him, her mouth working but no words coming out. Finally she managed to speak, her eyes wide with fear. "You'd ask that of me?" she whispered.
Jack shrugged. He knew he had her, knew she would do whatever he wished to avoid the attention of the watch. "Can yer pay m' money back?" She shook her head. "Put it this way, I can leave quietly or I can leave with th' watch on m' heels... which would you prefer? I can get a whore for a shilling a time down at the docks - how much d' yer reckon yer are worth Bessie?"
Bessie did not answer, but silently rose and carried the dirty plates across to be washed. When she had finished she returned, standing before him with tears in her eyes. "Your clothes..." she whispered.
Jack slipped out of his clothes, ensuring he kept the key to the door safely out of her reach. Bessie modestly averted his eyes from his naked body and quickly laundered his clothes, hanging them to dry next to her dress. Once she finished Jack blew out the candle and climbed into the bed. He looked up as she stood before him, tears streaming down her face in the dim moonlight.
"Please..." she sobbed. "Please don't make me do this..." Slowly she started to take her clothes off until she stood before him as naked as the last time he had seen her.
He slid across to make room for her, patting the bed beside him. "In yer get," he chivvied, grinning as she slowly lay down beside him. He wrapped his arms about her, nuzzling her neck as she froze in terror in his arms. "Relax," he murmured, chewing on her ear as his hands caressed her breasts, his calluses rough on her soft flesh. "I've never had a complaint in m' life..."
He leaned across her, his hands slowly exploring her body as he started to kiss her with an urgency he could barely contain. Young or not, he wanted her. It had been too long since he had been with a woman, a real woman and not one of the whores that he had to pay for. Slowly he reached between her legs, forcing them gradually apart as he slid across her, unable to restrain himself any longer.
"No..." she whispered. "No... this is wrong..." She started to shake, her protests getting louder. "No! Please! Stop!"
Jack halted his exploration of her body, smothering her cries with his hand as he straddled her body. "Woman, be quiet!" he hissed, wondering if he was losing his touch. But however much he tried to quiet her, the greater she shook, her shaking becoming more and more violent, her cries louder until he feared that somebody would hear and call for the watch. "Dammit Bessie!" he cursed. "Shut up!"
"Don't touch me," she cried, shaking beneath him. "Stop!" Her cries were becoming louder the more hysterical she became. "Please stop!"
He looked at her worriedly. For a moment he wondered if somebody had previously tried to force her, before realising shamefacedly that it was exactly what he was doing. He might twist the truth, he might trick or persuade a woman to his bed, but he did not rape women. And if he continued that was exactly what he would be doing.
"Bessie," he hissed. "Bessie!" In desperation he slapped her, trying to stop her cries. "Bessie!" He slid off her and gradually she settled, seeming to realise that he was no longer above her. "Alright woman! I won't touch yer t'night! On m' word! Now please be quiet!"
Slowly she looked at him, her eyes still wide with terror. "Promise..." she whispered.
"I promise," he sighed, grateful that at least she had stopped her cries. "At th' worst I'll hold yer... do we have an accord?" Bessie nodded shakily as he lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. "One day soon yer'll be mine Bessie," he teased, kissing her ear. "But t'night I can wait..."
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If you guys ever read the reviews I get then you will understand why I am wincing in anticipation at Pendragginink's comments... I know I won't be let down! If you haven't – then go read them, but not with a full bladder!
Last chapter for the day... please remember that Jack is a pirate, he wants her and he thinks he's irrisistable! Shut up Pendragginink! We know he is irrisistable, but Bessie doesn't – savvy?
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Chapter 6 - The Mouse
Jack was not asleep, but watching Bessie from beneath the brim of his hat, smiling to himself as she prepared a meal as he had ordered with the little food that she had. He had not expected the daughter of Horace Masters to be such a mouse, even if she was a pretty little mouse, but he guessed years of running and hiding had taken a toll on whatever spirit she had once possessed. That and whoever it was that beat her back on Grenada. At least she would not have to worry about that working in the Governor's household - Weatherby Swann was a stickler for propriety and would not stand for having his staff abused.
An hour or so later the aroma of the meal made his mouth water. He watched as she laid the table for two, placing a jug of water and two beakers on the table before carefully approaching him. "Dinner is ready," she said quietly, leaning down to shake him gently when he did not stir. "Dinner."
His hand caught hers before she could pull away. "I heard you the first time," he replied, removing his hat and looking up at her. He did not release her hand.
"I am sorry," she trembled, her grey eyes wide with fright.
"Well, let's see what yer've cooked..." Jack slowly released her hand and she jumped back as he rose from the bed. He walked over to the table, surprised to see that she had given him the majority of the food. He sat silently, waiting while she sat opposite him, blinking in surprise as she bowed her head and said Grace. Jack could not remember the last meal he had sat down to where Grace had been said. "If yer are ready luv," he grinned, tucking into the food. "'Ere, yer should have served 'em more even like..." He scraped some of his food back onto her plate.
"You don't like it?" she whispered, looking at him worriedly.
Jack smiled. "It's very good Bessie, but yer'll need yer strength fer t'morrow... savvy?"
"Yes Sir," she said quietly, unsure what to make of his sudden kindness. This pirate was strange - he confused her. He did not act like any other pirate that had found her and she did not know what to make of him. Then again, she had always been able to fool or flee from any other pirate... but not him.
"M' name is Jack," he muttered, chewing a mouthful of food. "But yer can call me Captain."
"Yes Captain," Bessie acknowledged, quietly eating her meal. Jack ate in silence, studying her as she poured herself a tumbler of water. "Captain?" He nodded and she poured a second tumbler for him. Rum would have been nicer, but water was obviously all she had.
Jack sighed in contentment, realising he could get used to such treatment. She was certainly more amenable company than sharing a table with Joshamee Gibbs! "When yer've done th' dishes yer can wash m' clothes," he ordered, "b'fore joining me fer th' night..."
Bessie gaped at him, her mouth working but no words coming out. Finally she managed to speak, her eyes wide with fear. "You'd ask that of me?" she whispered.
Jack shrugged. He knew he had her, knew she would do whatever he wished to avoid the attention of the watch. "Can yer pay m' money back?" She shook her head. "Put it this way, I can leave quietly or I can leave with th' watch on m' heels... which would you prefer? I can get a whore for a shilling a time down at the docks - how much d' yer reckon yer are worth Bessie?"
Bessie did not answer, but silently rose and carried the dirty plates across to be washed. When she had finished she returned, standing before him with tears in her eyes. "Your clothes..." she whispered.
Jack slipped out of his clothes, ensuring he kept the key to the door safely out of her reach. Bessie modestly averted his eyes from his naked body and quickly laundered his clothes, hanging them to dry next to her dress. Once she finished Jack blew out the candle and climbed into the bed. He looked up as she stood before him, tears streaming down her face in the dim moonlight.
"Please..." she sobbed. "Please don't make me do this..." Slowly she started to take her clothes off until she stood before him as naked as the last time he had seen her.
He slid across to make room for her, patting the bed beside him. "In yer get," he chivvied, grinning as she slowly lay down beside him. He wrapped his arms about her, nuzzling her neck as she froze in terror in his arms. "Relax," he murmured, chewing on her ear as his hands caressed her breasts, his calluses rough on her soft flesh. "I've never had a complaint in m' life..."
He leaned across her, his hands slowly exploring her body as he started to kiss her with an urgency he could barely contain. Young or not, he wanted her. It had been too long since he had been with a woman, a real woman and not one of the whores that he had to pay for. Slowly he reached between her legs, forcing them gradually apart as he slid across her, unable to restrain himself any longer.
"No..." she whispered. "No... this is wrong..." She started to shake, her protests getting louder. "No! Please! Stop!"
Jack halted his exploration of her body, smothering her cries with his hand as he straddled her body. "Woman, be quiet!" he hissed, wondering if he was losing his touch. But however much he tried to quiet her, the greater she shook, her shaking becoming more and more violent, her cries louder until he feared that somebody would hear and call for the watch. "Dammit Bessie!" he cursed. "Shut up!"
"Don't touch me," she cried, shaking beneath him. "Stop!" Her cries were becoming louder the more hysterical she became. "Please stop!"
He looked at her worriedly. For a moment he wondered if somebody had previously tried to force her, before realising shamefacedly that it was exactly what he was doing. He might twist the truth, he might trick or persuade a woman to his bed, but he did not rape women. And if he continued that was exactly what he would be doing.
"Bessie," he hissed. "Bessie!" In desperation he slapped her, trying to stop her cries. "Bessie!" He slid off her and gradually she settled, seeming to realise that he was no longer above her. "Alright woman! I won't touch yer t'night! On m' word! Now please be quiet!"
Slowly she looked at him, her eyes still wide with terror. "Promise..." she whispered.
"I promise," he sighed, grateful that at least she had stopped her cries. "At th' worst I'll hold yer... do we have an accord?" Bessie nodded shakily as he lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. "One day soon yer'll be mine Bessie," he teased, kissing her ear. "But t'night I can wait..."
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If you guys ever read the reviews I get then you will understand why I am wincing in anticipation at Pendragginink's comments... I know I won't be let down! If you haven't – then go read them, but not with a full bladder!