"Where in the devil is Hanson?" Tom muttered to himself as he pushed through the crowds thronging the narrow lane running up from the docks, his hand firmly gripping Lady Howard's arm. "Damn you, Letitia, stop struggling!" he complained.
"My name is Lady Howard!" she called after him.
"So you are speaking to me now," he pointed out and she petulantly snapped her mouth closed, making him laugh despite his bad temper. She did not look much like a Lady, with her loose curls falling around her shoulders and her torn stained gown. Yesterday, she had not behaved much like a Lady either when she had tormented him almost to breaking point. Today, he had not restrained her figuring she had no where to go, but he did not quite trust the edgy look in her eyes and the way she glanced around her, so he kept a firm hold on her arm as he pulled her up the hill and into the tavern he had been looking for. But she gripped the door frame with a surprisingly strong clutch, dug her heels in and refused to move. With an exasperated sigh he turned back to her.
"I am not entering this establishment," she said, her pointed chin high in the air, her dark eyes flashing angrily.
Tom's annoyed blue gaze took in her torn bodice, the lush swell of her breasts heaving over her corset, her wild hair and its tangled curls and a certain part of him responded enthusiastically to the sight. His balls tightened and his cock swelled and yet again he was bewitched by the combination of her alluring curves and stubborn disposition. He ignored his eager prick and instead laughed heartily, throwing his head back with glee. "I assure you, you will not look the least bit out of place in this fine establishment!"
She fixed him with a vicious glare and his half hard cock leapt in his breeches. "That was not my concern, you mongrel," she said through gritted teeth. "And you know it."
"Oh get off your high horse my Lady and come inside," he laughed tightly. "You could do with a swig of rum, it might lighten your mood."
Surprisingly, she let him pull her inside the dim room. It was noisy and smoky and full of the usual motley crew of degenerates. A couple of them slapped Tom on the back as he passed and more of them avoided his eyes and turned their backs, not keen on capturing the Black Orchid's attention. He pushed Letitia down onto a bench in the corner and slid in beside her, deliberately jamming his leg against her skirts and forcing her towards the wall. Her shoulders pushed ineffectually against his as she wriggled on the seat and he managed to suppress a grin as he looked down at the creamy swell of her tits bouncing under the torn chemise. He was enjoying himself a little too much.
"It appears I am still your hostage," she said, taking a sip of the rum punch the bar wench eventually brought them and refusing to look at him.
"There you are wrong," he replied, casually looking around the room still wondering where Hanson had got to. Now he was actually hoping his First Mate would take his time, especially as he pressed his hip into Letitia's and felt her soft curves against his hard muscle. "You are a free woman Lady Howard," and he pronounced her name very carefully and with more than a hint of amusement, then looking down at her he added, "but I doubt you have anywhere to go. Your husband is dead. Your house has been burnt to the ground. You have no protectors or relatives in the colonies, no money." His finger took hold of one of the silky black locks that rested on her milky white shoulder and then he just couldn't help himself, he touched her cool skin and trailed his finger downwards feeling her tremble until her hand shot up and gripped his wrist. "I think you need me," he said, his voice a little lower than it had been.
"If I am no longer your hostage," she said slowly, her dark eyes boring into his, "then keep your filthy hands off me," and she released his wrist.
He smiled at her, a slow confident grin because despite her words he could see how her eyes had darkened and he could see the unmistakably erect nipples poking above her corset. His prick was so hard now he had to open his legs and surreptitiously adjust himself.
Out of the corner of her eye, Letitia could see the Black Orchid's enlarged crotch and could feel his muscular thigh pressed against her and could smell the overpoweringly male scent of him and it was all she could do to keep a hold of herself and not straddle him right then and there in the middle of a public tavern. Thank God the man was such a despicable specimen of humanity and she would never lower herself to do such a thing as bed him. He may be glorious to look at, but he had absolutely no character to speak of, and certainly no breeding so her base desires were going to remain just that, mere desires, unaccomplished and unspoken.
Then she felt his hand shockingly high up on her thigh and she froze. His fingers squeezed her leg so they reached towards the most sensitive part of her, the part of her that was already quickening and wet despite her resolve.
"Is this the filthy hand you mean Letitia?" he murmured in her ear, his hand easing her legs apart and his fingers finding her bud even through all her layers of clothing.
She gasped. He rubbed her more firmly. She closed her eyes and felt his tongue lick her ear lobe. She moaned. His fingers began to move in insistent circles over her, his breath ragged in her ear. His thumb joined the assault as she began to writhe under him. Somewhere she had the thought of stopping him and just as she was trying to muster the energy to lift her hand, his fingers suddenly whipped away from her and opening her eyes she saw Hanson standing there.
"You've taken your time!" the Captain growled at him.
Hanson just shrugged in his usual nonchalant way and Letitia noticed with relief the presence of Doctor Ferris just behind him. She was glancing at Letitia from under her hat with a look of guilty apology, and so she should. If she had accompanied Letitia off the ship as arranged, she would not have been subjected to the Black Orchid's special brand of torture, and she wouldn't be sitting here now in an uncomfortable puddle of unwanted lust. Now all she had to do was work out a way of getting the lecherous beast away from her side, even for just a minute and her problems would be over.