Rescued by the Buccaneer (17 page)

Suddenly, Hatch arrived and attempted to calm Tagbor. Meanwhile Gaston bent over Bones’ motionless body and tried to assess the man’s injury. “Bring me some rags and fresh water!” he shouted.

Several men dashed off to fetch the rags, but most of them gathered around, gaping at their fallen comrade. From behind him, Gaston heard a mousy voice ask, “How deep is it?”

Gaston turned to determine the source of the question. It was Frederica. She inched nearer and asked more boldly, “The cut. How deep is it?”

It annoyed him that she would insert herself into this matter. “I don’t know,” he snapped.

As if unsatisfied with his answer, she marched over and knelt beside Bones. Dismissing Gaston, she bent her head over the injured man and went to work. She pulled the man’s hair aside and poured water into the wound from the bucket the crew had supplied. “The wound doesn’t go beyond the epidermis. That’s good news,” she said.

Gaston stared blankly at her. He had no idea what this meant, but she sounded hopeful.

“Get me some turpentine and a needle and thread,” she barked to the men standing around watching the spectacle.

While they waited, Gaston whispered into her ear, “What do you think you are doing?”

“Tending to this man.”

He studied her.

“Well it didn’t look like anyone else knew what to do.” She lifted her shoulders, indicating she was only trying to help. Once the men arrived with the supplies, Frederica poured the turpentine into the open wound. This caused the man to stir. Seeing his body twitch, the crew erupted in a cheer.

Ignoring her audience, Frederica patted the wound dry and skillfully sewed the cut closed. Just as she was finishing, the man’s eyes fluttered open.

“An angel,” he said in a dazed voice, staring into her eyes. “Am I dead?”

The crew busted up, the somber mood replaced by one of good cheer.

“No, you’re not dead,” Frederica reassured him. Turning to Gaston, she said, “He may have a severe headache for the next several days. He should lie in a dark room, and it would be best if someone watched over him. In case…” Her voice trailed off.

Gaston nodded in agreement and gave instructions to some of the men to move the injured man inside the tent until they could take him below deck. Taking her arm, he pulled Frederica out of earshot of the crew. “Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

“How did you know what to do?”

“My father was a physician, remember? When I was younger, I used to peep my head into his examination room and watch him.” She shrugged. “I wasn’t supposed to, of course, but the bloody stuff always fascinated me.”

“Have you ever sewn anyone up before?”

She giggled. “Heavens, no. But I’ve seen it done a hundred times, and it’s not that different from the countless samplers my mother made me sew over the years.”

Gaston shook his head, processing this new information. Until this moment, he’d had no idea she’d garnered medical knowledge from her father. He’d wrongly assumed Humphrey had made her see to his wound simply because she was a woman and his slave when they were aboard the
Neptune’s Damnation
. He hadn’t realized it was due to any knowledge she possessed.

Peering down at her still-cross face, he saw her in a new light. These recently discovered doctoring skills could be quite an asset to him and his crew. Since he had rejoined the ship, he’d learned that his surgeon had been killed in the recent battle with the Spanish and they’d yet to find a replacement. It wasn’t often that physicians voluntarily signed up to sail with a ship of pirates, so they usually had to capture one and force him to work under duress. These men were paid handsomely, but they were difficult to come by.

Yet accidents were always happening and men got sick, regardless of whether or not they had a physician aboard. Not to mention the wounds they sustained in their many battles. They were currently in need of having someone aboard with medical knowledge, no matter how rudimentary.

Before he had time to mull it over, he said, “You know, a girl like you might come in handy. How much doctoring did you absorb from your father?”

Her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “A goodly amount. I could be quite helpful, actually.”

This new development might give him an excuse to bring Frederica with him. “You’d want to live on a ship like this? You could be satisfied with that? Surrounded by the likes of them?” He gestured towards several members of his crew.

“If I could be with you, then yes. Not just satisfied. I think we could be happy.” Love twinkled in her eyes, and she balled her fists. “Besides, I can’t abide the thought of being separated from you.”

“But my dear, what kind of life could we really have together? I’m not the settling down kind. I did that before, and it proved disastrous.”

She groaned in frustration. “I’m not looking for a domestic life such as that. I want excitement and adventure, to see the world.” Her eyes gleamed. “I want to find treasure!”

He laughed. “Treasure, eh? It’s not all that simple, Frederica.” He cupped her chin, realizing that as much as he’d tried to avoid it, he’d fallen in love with this enchanting creature.

“I don’t want to tie you down, nor do I wish to be shackled to a life of boredom.”

“A pirate’s life is not easy, and it would be even more difficult for a woman, Freddie,” he warned.

She scowled. “I’m not a typical woman. I’ve sailed with men before, and I believe I can stand next to any man.”

He didn’t doubt that. Her will was as strong as that of any person he’d ever known. No, stronger. Physically, with some coaching, she should be able to hold her own. He
could
teach her to use a sword…

No, that was absurd. Or was it?

“You’ve opened up a whole new world for me, Master,” she breathed huskily in his ear, her hand reaching between his legs, apparently unfazed by the fact that they were in a public setting. Squeezing his swelling cock, she pleaded, “Please take me with you.”

Her adorable heart-shaped face gazed up at him, and it seemed she could see directly into his soul. His resolve to do what he believed was “right” began to melt away, and he felt himself giving in to his own selfish desires.

“Alright, you devious girl.”

“So I may come along?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Hooray!” she shouted and twirled around.

A few of the men looked over to watch her antics, but they soon went back to what they were doing.

He wasn’t sure how this arrangement was going to work, but he knew he’d be miserable without her. He’d become addicted to her charms. Whisking her into his arms, he complained, “Woman, what am I to do with you?”

“Love me.” She gave him a winning smile.

“God help me, I do.”

She hugged him tight. “I love you, too.”

“In fact, I’m afraid if you did not choose to accompany me, I would abscond with you anyway, my pretty little wench,” he teased.

“Then seeing as I have no say in the matter, I will accompany you,” she said, her voice filled with mirth.

He squeezed her tight. “I have only one condition.”

Her face grew serious. “Tell me. What is it you require?”

“You must call me Master and do as I say.”

“But—” she started to argue.

He touched a finger to her lips to shush her.

“I am the captain of this ship.” He paused to let the words sink in.

She chewed on her bottom lip but remained silent.

“I command every man on this ship, and I must be able to command you as well. That is the only way this will work.”

Nodding slowly, she said. “I can do that.”

“You will or you will have an awfully red bottom.”

“I understand.”

He needed her not only in his bed, but in his heart as well. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers. The connection between them seared into his heart, and he wanted nothing more than for her to belong to him forever.

Epilogue

Her tender flesh sang as Gaston’s palm came crashing down upon her rear end.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Frederica’s arms were bound above her head, the ropes connected to a metal ring Gaston had installed at the head of his bed.

“Frederica, if you will not do as you’re told, I’m going to have to spank you. Or find other ways to punish you,” he said cryptically, making the butterflies in her stomach flap their wings. What else could he have in store for her?

“I’m sorry. I truly forgot,” she whined.

He swatted her ass again. “There is no gambling on my ship, and that is final. You’ll be getting the men into trouble the same as yourself if you break the rules. You must be a leader, a model of good behavior. I certainly can’t have you leading the men astray.”

“It wasn’t like that…” she protested.

“Whenever I catch members of my crew throwing dice on deck, they are in violation of the rules that govern this ship. No exceptions.”

He smacked her with more force, and she cried out, “But we weren’t playing for money. I just wanted them to teach me the game.”

His last blow served as an exclamation point—a direct hit to the sweet spot where her upper thighs met the curve of her bottom and the place she was the most sensitive. She squirmed as the fiery-hot pain shot through her skin.

“Darling, I don’t care if you misunderstood. You
must
follow my orders, same as any man on this ship.” His lips touched her stinging cheeks, and he covered her now aching posterior with soft kisses.

“I’m sorry, Master. It won’t happen again,” she said, adding, “it was not my intention to displease you.”

He sighed. “You are such a naughty girl,” he said, flipping her over onto her back, her hands still bound by her wrists stretched over her head.

“I am sorry,” she repeated.

Pushing her legs apart, he sank his face between her inner thighs. She moaned, giving herself over to the delightful sensation of his tongue licking her most sensitive region.

Rising to a kneeling position, he swatted her pussy with his hand.

“Ouch!” she squealed and struggled against her bonds.

He lifted her pelvis, hooked her legs behind his waist, and claimed her with his stiff cock. As he fucked her, Frederica reveled in the helplessness of being restrained and the joy of Gaston controlling her body. Her desire for him was endless, and it made her feel strong to be able to grant him domain over her.

She could allow that because she trusted him. He’d proven to her that he would protect her—first by helping her escape Humphrey and later by keeping her alive on the island. Now, each day they sailed together he was making her dreams of adventure come true. How she loved him for rescuing her from a lifetime of boredom!

As he pushed into her harder, deeper, the tremors began in her toes, then curled up through her legs and shook her core. She fought to breathe through the gripping climax and then drifted off to another place. He enthusiastically ground his hips into her until he spilled his seed inside her with a final thrust. Moments later, he untied her wrists and lay beside her.

“Damn, but I love you, Frederica.”

“I love you, too, Gaston,” she said, tracing a pattern on his back with her fingertip.

“But you are an inherently naughty girl, and sometimes I’m not sure what to do with you,” he said, a playful note in his voice.

She propped herself up on one elbow. “Punishing me isn’t enough?”

He glanced over at the flickering candle that sat on a nearby shelf. “Perhaps not.” He got out of bed and brought back the candle wedged inside its brass holder. Raising an eyebrow suggestively, he tilted the candle, letting two drops of wax fall onto the cot next to her thigh.

“Gaston, you wouldn’t…” she blurted out, her heart rate quickening.

“Oh, darling, I would,” he said with a wink and leaned over to kiss her.

The End

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