He caught me by the shoulders and turned to throw me backward on his little bunk in the corner.

I scrambled up it and hugged my knees protectively to my chest. Suddenly very afraid. "Please."

"It's too late." He ruthlessly caught my ankles and drug them to the foot of the bed. Pulling his belt loose to cinch around one ankle and tie to the bed post.

He walked around it while I struggled in panic. Yanking at it. He gathered a fistful of rope and tied my other leg. "If you'd come clean when I asked like a woman with integrity, I'd have locked you in here and kept you safe. But you chose to lie like the fiend you are. So I'll teach you precisely why you don't lie to a dangerous man."

"No. Don't." I breathed. "I'll scream."

He shrugged. "I wouldn't recommend it. What do you think my men will do once they know there's a warm, wet woman on this ship." He eyed my body. Unable to discern a shape under the garb.

He plucked my shirt from my head and sent a wash of waving brown hair spilling over the bedding.

"Good. You are a grown woman."

"No!" I grasped at the hope of deterring him. "I'm a young 'un, Cap. Swear. Not of my first bleed."

He gave me another contemptuous glance.

Then he ripped my shirt open. Sending buttons scattering over the cabin. Exposing the bindings over my breasts.

Collecting a cutlery knife he turned it flat against my sternum.

"Don't move." He cautioned. He slit the bindings and to my horror my bountiful breasts burst from the bindings. Dusky brown nipples upright for his attention.

And his gaze feasted on them. He reached down and pinched one.

I objected and lurched up.

He paused to cut the excess rope from my ankle and used another chunk to hook my wrist to the corner post despite my struggles. He leaned his weight over me. Pinning me into the reed mattress while he knotted the rough rope.

I only had one hand left and I intended to fight.

"Don't bother." He roughly wound the remainder of the rope.

But I was already twisting to try to get my other wrist free.

So he wasted no time to tie that one too.

"Have it your way. I like a helpless woman." Then he began ripping my clothes open. "Let's see what you have under here."

***

He tugged my clothes open. His callused hands framing my breasts and working down to trace my narrow waist and flaring hips. His thumbs running over my flat hip bones.

"There you are." He eyed the curve of my lower lips. Revealed by my open thighs. "You look like a feast."

"First we'll see if you know how to please a man. Do it well and I'll give you coin when we dock."

Fear tightened my stomach. I had no idea what he was talking about.

He stroked my lower lips in circles. Heating it and dampening me there. He put his fingers to his lips and lathed out a tongue to taste me from his fignertips.

I stared aghast.

"Soon." He promised. "Let's have you taste me first."

I had no idea what that meant. But he plucked loose the laces on his breeches and unleashed a staff that stood upright. Prepared to enter me. I knew that much.

I tried to clench my thighs but the rope and belt were too tight. I flexed my ass to try and pull at the bindings but the hungry look on his eyes brightened as my hips thrust up in the motion.

"You want entered, don't you?"

I shook my head fearfully. "Please don't."

"No point in begging. You'll just waste your time. Having seen you now there's no way I won't be spending the eve deep in you." He vowed.

I shrank from him. Trying to tuck deeper into the mattress.

"You won't get away." He grinned wolfishly. "You are going to be mine. Might as well enjoy the taking." He suggested.

He shucked his breeches and pulled his tunic over his head.

I was shocked at the muscled length of his body. Everything sinewed like a wild stallion. He looked like he was carved of stone.

This is going to hurt. I was suddenly certain. Suddenly feeling a new level of fear.