He wants her to write her father

"Here Lady Marlton," Black Brand is once again by her side, but instead of standing before her naked and rampant, he is fully clothed and holding a wooden box in his strong hands. Charlotte blinked in surprise as she tried to figure out what he was holding; what was this brigand doing now?

"It's a lap desk." He explained as he set it on the bed next to her, "you are going to write to your father and tell him exactly what I tell you to." Charlotte opened the cover of the hinged case, inside she saw a stack of paper, three fine ivory inkpens with tarnished silver nips, a small glass vial of ink and a well worn blotter.

"Where did you get this?" As soon as she asked the question she realized how stupid it was. Where does an outlaw highwayman get anything this fine, he steals it. "Never mind." She waved off his answer, she didn't want to know. Charlotte ran her hand over the fine grained wood of the writing case before taking one of the sheets of paper and laying it by her side. The simple routine of laying out the paper, opening the inkwell and selecting a pen helped calm her nerves enough that she thought she'd be able to do as he said. She should have anticipated this.

Nearly all she knew about the lust of men came from her hidden erotic romances and the actions taken by this coarse man fit her expectations nearly perfectly. Her captor had bound her and led away to his lair, undressed and groped her sweet flesh as she hung by her wrists, this was just what she had been led to expect. And then, Charlotte could feel the heat in her cheeks as she relived the recent memory, then he had claimed her. He had carried her to the bed in his strong arms, confidently finished removing her clothes and then firmly pulled apart her knees and lowered himself into her.

The most distressing part of the whole surreal experience was her shameful acceptance of her fate. She hadn't fought him, or pleaded for mercy, Charlotte hadn't even prayed for a miraculous rescue from her fate. In her books, the pretty young heroine was usually rescued just in time by a dashing officer of the dragoons or a polished Italian Marquise who spoke perfect English with a charming accent. Charlotte had done none of those things; in the end, as he pressed his manhood into her she had opened like a flower on a sunny morning and welcomed the invasion, even the pain, as he had taken her. In fact, she had taken the lead the second time; it had been her pressing him to the mattress, not the other way around.

Charlotte's hand trembled slightly as she tapped the pen gently on the side of the inkwell to remove any excess ink but she had a hard time clearing her mind.

That same warmth that heated her core just minutes ago when she had pushed herself down onto his spear, was growing once again in her loins. She could almost feel the hard shaft filling her sex and bringing her to that most unladylike climax all over again. -'Dear Lord forgive me!' -Charlotte prayed silently hoping that the Highwayman wouldn't realize how **** she was as she sat on the bed with her ankle chained to the bed post. If he wanted her...if he pressed her again to the great bed she'd spread her legs for him again just like a captured harem **** eager to please her lord and master.

"Are you ready?" Demanded Black Brand and for just an instant Charlotte thought he had read her mind and was asking her if she was ready for a second round of sinful coupling, thankfully he spoke again before she completely embarrassed herself. "I want you to tell your father," he paused looking for the right words, "inform him that you have been captured by Black Brand and that I have some demands if he wants to see his daughter returned to him unharmed." Charlotte's ardour cooled significantly, the Highwayman did want money. What he said before had been a lie just as his kisses and bold caresses had meant nothing - she had been a fool to think anything else.

She started the letter carefully, addressing it to her father just as he asked but as she wrote it occurred to her that there was a good chance that this uncultured outlaw wouldn't be able to read any of what she wrote, did she dare add a line or two letting her father know she was being held at Rainbow Falls?