She welcomes his touch

In spite of everything she knew and believed, Charlotte could no longer deny the hunger she felt. She rolled onto her back, momentarily startling her abductor, but before he could pull away she seized his large hand in hers and pressed it to her naked breast.

"Don't stop." She whispered fiercely, "I will not fight you any longer." Mr. Fuller was clearly surprised by her sudden surrender, even protesting on her behalf.

"I can't," he searched her eyes intently, "I'd rob you of your innocence."

"You must." Charlotte replied, no longer afraid of the consequences, "Do your worst."

"My worst, Lady Marlton?" The Highwayman asked softly, kissing her trembling lips gently. "Is that what do you think a disreputable scoundrel like me should do to the beautiful but innocent daughter of his hated foe?" Charlotte could feel hot blood rushing to her cheeks colouring them with a pink blush. She wasn't sure if it was Black Brand's sudden gentle approach, the way he described her as 'beautiful', or most likely the scene of deflowering that she was imagining. A lawless brigand like him should have been merciless in his defilement of his captured prize.

"In my books, the villains strip off the virgin's clothes." She whispered breathlessly arching her back to lift her tingling breast up into his rough work-hardened hand. "All of them, until their captives are as naked as a marble statue from antiquity." Just as she knew he would, her captor began to do exactly that, slowly working her shift up over her arms as she trembled in excitement.

"And then what?" He asked as he pulled the lacey silk over her head and gazed with unabashed hunger at her naked breasts. She should be resisting this outlaw's slow unwrapping of his prize but it was pointless, chained as she was to his bed she was his to use as he wished and she was tired of wrestling with this broad-shouldered man. "What should a villain like me do after he has stripped his captive?" Charlotte let him loosen the knot of her leggings without protest as she considered what an outlaw like Black Brand would do to a captured gentlewoman. She covered her breasts with her hands to preserve her modesty for as long as possible; why she was suddenly shy now after all the liberties Black Brand had taken was beyond her, but he didn't seem to care as he concentrated on removing her leggings.

"You should have taken me already, Mr. Fuller, as much as you hate my family." Charlotte explained focusing on the the details of the possible scenarios instead of the feeling of his strong fingers sliding her stockings down her thighs; she hadn't even noticed him unclipping the garters that held the silk sheaths in place. What she couldn't help noticing was the warmth that was heating her core as his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. God I want this! Charlotte ignored the treacherous thought and continued her narrative.

"In most of my books nearly all the maidens were **** immediately, taken roughly as they struggle and plead for mercy." She lay back on the bed and lifted her feet one by one as he pulled off the yellow stockings; now she wore only the scrap of lace covering her sex, a small gold cross nestled between her aching breasts and the black iron band around her ankle. "But in a few I've read, the captured maiden suffers a worse fate; she is teased, seduced by her handsome captors until her resolve breaks, and these chaste virgins spread themselves willingly for their captors to dishonour." Charlotte wasn't even sure what she was doing, but as Mr. Fuller stared at her in amazement, she lifted her hands high over her head and spread her legs wide shamelessly exposing herself to his fiery eyes.

"The wicked fiend makes his innocent captive participate in her own deflowering." Charlotte's face flushed with excitement when she saw Mr. Fuller position himself between her wide open thighs. "Is that what you have been waiting for, Mr. Fuller? For me to beg you for my own shameful deflowering?"