Chapter two - Wifely Duties
She was disappointed when her husband arrived home early for Courtney's birthday. But it would be no more than a week and he would be gone again. Courtney and James insisted they stay in the main house. It made no difference to her. If it made James happy she would do it.. She loathed her husband but had a plan that needed to be completed and he was part of that plan.
Charles was blatantly missing from the dinner table. Adam kept his head down and never once looked at his prodigal brother. Relations were still strained between the two. Adam had never forgiven Jack for leaving him in Jamaica and Jack never asked for forgiveness. He had merely blown in and out of their lives focusing his attention on his new career as a "Merchant Marine." Their mother was proud of him. It angered Adam. No matter what Jack or Charles did, they did it flawlessly and were considered glory boys in the eyes of all while Adam struggled terribly to keep. He looked at Jack. Jack looked back and smiled. Adam turned away. The meal was had in uncomfortable silence then as usual they were retired to the drawing- room for coffee, dessert, liquor and cigars..
After dessert Sidi entered the sitting room she shared with Jack. He was drinking heavily as usual. She shut her bedroom door, powdered and perfumed herself and dressed in a barely there lace night gown. She folded her knickers and tucked them in the drawer. She looked into the mirror added rouge and a bit of lip color and pulled the sleeves off her shoulders as she needed to play her part well. She declared herself most satisfactory and went to retrieve the journal she pretended to forget on the fireplace. Her tan skin was clearly visible through the white lace that accented her curly black hair. Jack looked up at his wife then stood obstructing her return to the bedroom.
"Where ye goin' so fast darlin? Ye still be me wife."
He said as he wove his hands though her thick black hair. His dirt encrusted finger traced the pattern of the white lace on the bodice of her gown. It stopped to inspect anything peeking out through the lace.
"Since when?" She said and slapped his hands away. "Jonathan let me pass and get your reprobate hands off me."
"Reprobate." he crushed her to him and smirked. Her mouth was an inch from his. "Between the two of us darlin' I'm the only one of us aint took on three at a time." He said knowing that his crude mention of the rape would hurt her deeply. His hands sought out the areas of her body reserved for a husband.
"I hate you!" pushing away she swung her fist hard hoping to inflict severe injury.
He caught her arm twisted it behind her back and kissed his wife. He released her and pulled the nightgown down farther to expose more than her shoulders. " I ain't seen ye lookin' this fine in a long time luv. Tonight's me lucky night.
She slapped his face. "You're supposed to be cursed!"
"Married to you ain't curse enough?"
She pounded his chest with her fists. " I hate you. Why aren't you dead or a rotting living dead?!"
"You was countin' on that weren't ya luv?." He pulled her close. "You knew all 'bout that curse an watched me walk right inta it. Well Missy now you got a curse named Jack." She struggled against him when he again clamped his mouth over hers.
" I kin divorce you for denyin' me" he sneered.
"Oh please do." She hurled venomously
"I won't disgrace me mum like that"
"Jonathan you're a pirate for God's sake."
"Merchant Marine darlin'."
He was kissing and caressing her. She wanted to run but for her plan. She had to complete the plan. She responded to him as if her body were betraying her. "Oh Jonathan she breathed. Please stop." she whimpered breathlessly as she expertly teased his ear with her hot breath then kissed him back.
"Yeah. That's it darlin. Come ta ole Jack."
She let him sweep her off her feet and onto the couch. She moaned and yelled loudly performing for the benefit of those in the house. Witnesses were needed. She had been sure to leave the sitting room door cracked. She wished she had encouraged him to drink more. It would have made him pass out faster. She started fanaticizing about the meetings in the wagon and started to get excited. It was delicious. She loved being a bad girl.
Oh God she felt good. She always felt good, even more so now. No matter how many exciting women he had it was always her he wanted to come home to.
Jack was in awe of himself and how responsive Sidi was. He did love her and hated that that every time they were near each other they felt compelled to make each other miserable. He wished he knew why. He regretted making the comment about taking on three men. But he couldn't apologize now and bring the whole ugly matter up again. Not now that she was starting to want him. Maybe time was what she needed. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed her. Maybe he shouldn't have drank so much. He was getting tired. He hadn't expected her to look so good, to feel so good to go on as long as she was. He fell asleep on top of her.
"You are sickening." She said aloud as she rolled Jack off of her and onto the floor. He didn't flinch as he hit the floor and lay snoring. The thought of being with him was repulsive to her. She considered pouring the rum all over him then setting him on fire but thought better of it. Sidi got up and had a bath prepared for herself.. She soaked in the tub elated that her plan worked perfectly. She was going to have a baby and everyone would now think it belonged to Jack. She would have to wait for the opportune time to announce it to the family. She threw on a heavy robe and slippers and crept out of the house.
Sidi took a lantern and hurried to the wagon. She knew he would be there waiting for her. It was rough and exciting. She bit him, scratched him and vented her frustration through the encounter. He did the same pushing her to her hands and knees. His fingers dug into her waist. His lovemaking was ruthless and painful. She cried out but he did nothing to ease her discomfort. He turned her to her back pinning her wrists above her head and kissed her using lips, tongue and teeth as if marking his territory. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intense. She wanted him so badly. Her back arched as every nerve in her body let her know she belonged to him. All she could do was scream out his name.
She was disappointed when her husband arrived home early for Courtney's birthday. But it would be no more than a week and he would be gone again. Courtney and James insisted they stay in the main house. It made no difference to her. If it made James happy she would do it.. She loathed her husband but had a plan that needed to be completed and he was part of that plan.
Charles was blatantly missing from the dinner table. Adam kept his head down and never once looked at his prodigal brother. Relations were still strained between the two. Adam had never forgiven Jack for leaving him in Jamaica and Jack never asked for forgiveness. He had merely blown in and out of their lives focusing his attention on his new career as a "Merchant Marine." Their mother was proud of him. It angered Adam. No matter what Jack or Charles did, they did it flawlessly and were considered glory boys in the eyes of all while Adam struggled terribly to keep. He looked at Jack. Jack looked back and smiled. Adam turned away. The meal was had in uncomfortable silence then as usual they were retired to the drawing- room for coffee, dessert, liquor and cigars..
After dessert Sidi entered the sitting room she shared with Jack. He was drinking heavily as usual. She shut her bedroom door, powdered and perfumed herself and dressed in a barely there lace night gown. She folded her knickers and tucked them in the drawer. She looked into the mirror added rouge and a bit of lip color and pulled the sleeves off her shoulders as she needed to play her part well. She declared herself most satisfactory and went to retrieve the journal she pretended to forget on the fireplace. Her tan skin was clearly visible through the white lace that accented her curly black hair. Jack looked up at his wife then stood obstructing her return to the bedroom.
"Where ye goin' so fast darlin? Ye still be me wife."
He said as he wove his hands though her thick black hair. His dirt encrusted finger traced the pattern of the white lace on the bodice of her gown. It stopped to inspect anything peeking out through the lace.
"Since when?" She said and slapped his hands away. "Jonathan let me pass and get your reprobate hands off me."
"Reprobate." he crushed her to him and smirked. Her mouth was an inch from his. "Between the two of us darlin' I'm the only one of us aint took on three at a time." He said knowing that his crude mention of the rape would hurt her deeply. His hands sought out the areas of her body reserved for a husband.
"I hate you!" pushing away she swung her fist hard hoping to inflict severe injury.
He caught her arm twisted it behind her back and kissed his wife. He released her and pulled the nightgown down farther to expose more than her shoulders. " I ain't seen ye lookin' this fine in a long time luv. Tonight's me lucky night.
She slapped his face. "You're supposed to be cursed!"
"Married to you ain't curse enough?"
She pounded his chest with her fists. " I hate you. Why aren't you dead or a rotting living dead?!"
"You was countin' on that weren't ya luv?." He pulled her close. "You knew all 'bout that curse an watched me walk right inta it. Well Missy now you got a curse named Jack." She struggled against him when he again clamped his mouth over hers.
" I kin divorce you for denyin' me" he sneered.
"Oh please do." She hurled venomously
"I won't disgrace me mum like that"
"Jonathan you're a pirate for God's sake."
"Merchant Marine darlin'."
He was kissing and caressing her. She wanted to run but for her plan. She had to complete the plan. She responded to him as if her body were betraying her. "Oh Jonathan she breathed. Please stop." she whimpered breathlessly as she expertly teased his ear with her hot breath then kissed him back.
"Yeah. That's it darlin. Come ta ole Jack."
She let him sweep her off her feet and onto the couch. She moaned and yelled loudly performing for the benefit of those in the house. Witnesses were needed. She had been sure to leave the sitting room door cracked. She wished she had encouraged him to drink more. It would have made him pass out faster. She started fanaticizing about the meetings in the wagon and started to get excited. It was delicious. She loved being a bad girl.
Oh God she felt good. She always felt good, even more so now. No matter how many exciting women he had it was always her he wanted to come home to.
Jack was in awe of himself and how responsive Sidi was. He did love her and hated that that every time they were near each other they felt compelled to make each other miserable. He wished he knew why. He regretted making the comment about taking on three men. But he couldn't apologize now and bring the whole ugly matter up again. Not now that she was starting to want him. Maybe time was what she needed. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed her. Maybe he shouldn't have drank so much. He was getting tired. He hadn't expected her to look so good, to feel so good to go on as long as she was. He fell asleep on top of her.
"You are sickening." She said aloud as she rolled Jack off of her and onto the floor. He didn't flinch as he hit the floor and lay snoring. The thought of being with him was repulsive to her. She considered pouring the rum all over him then setting him on fire but thought better of it. Sidi got up and had a bath prepared for herself.. She soaked in the tub elated that her plan worked perfectly. She was going to have a baby and everyone would now think it belonged to Jack. She would have to wait for the opportune time to announce it to the family. She threw on a heavy robe and slippers and crept out of the house.
Sidi took a lantern and hurried to the wagon. She knew he would be there waiting for her. It was rough and exciting. She bit him, scratched him and vented her frustration through the encounter. He did the same pushing her to her hands and knees. His fingers dug into her waist. His lovemaking was ruthless and painful. She cried out but he did nothing to ease her discomfort. He turned her to her back pinning her wrists above her head and kissed her using lips, tongue and teeth as if marking his territory. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intense. She wanted him so badly. Her back arched as every nerve in her body let her know she belonged to him. All she could do was scream out his name.
