Charlotte accepts her fate

"Are you not yet satisfied Mr. Fuller?" Charlotte asked as the bold outlaw set her on the bed and started removing her dress again; she tried to keep her voice even but doubted that a man as experienced as Mr. Fuller would be fooled by her attempts to hide her nervousness.

"Satisfied, Miss Marlton?" He cupped her cheek gently with his right hand and gently caressed her lips with the ball of his thumb. "Oh no my lady, I fear that I could never be satisfied." The combination of Fuller's passionate words and the rough skin of his fingertips on her smooth flesh excited rather than calmed her nerves, but instead of protesting Charlotte captured his hand in hers and pressed his palm to her lips boldly kissing and nibbling at the calloused hand. She had never held a hand like this - certainly never kissed one - the strength and worn skin of his hand was so different from the oiled softness of hers.

Charlotte heard Mr. Fuller gasp in surprise when she took one finger after another into her mouth and suckled provocatively on his digits, it delighted her to use one of the techniques she had read about on this man and achieve the effect described. Only when each of his fingers had been gently bathed by her soft tongue did she press his hand to the swell of her breasts; she wasn't entirely sanguine with this acceptance of her fate, but it was easier if she was the one pressing forward instead of reluctantly submitting to his demands. With her hands now free, Charlotte turned her attention to working loose the cravat around Mr. Fuller's collar.

Randy was still reeling from the way Miss Marlton had sucked on his fingers, and when she pushed him onto his back he lay on the bed passively letting her pull away his neckcloth and loosen the lacings of his blouse. Even after Lady Marlton's passionate response to him earlier, Randy could not have predicted her aggressive nature. He knew better than any man alive that she had never before been bedded, and yet she was as confident and bold as any of the trollops who worked the public houses infesting the harbors that the New Bedford had anchored at. He allowed her to pull his shirt from under the waistband and reef it up his chest; he loved the way her soft lips felt as she followed the hem of the linen shirt kissing the exposed skin as the shirt was pushed higher and higher up his torso. When her warm mouth paused at his nipples he groaned in need and entwined his fingers in her dark hair holding her in place while her tongue bathed the puckered flesh.

Then it was her turn to lose her clothing, first the dress and the petticoats and then the ruffled leggings and silk stockings. Her undergarments were left in a clump around her calf, neither Randy nor Charlotte willing to take the time to remove the ring of iron that still dangled from her ankle. But other than that, Miss Marlton was wearing only the camisole that ended high on her thighs barely covering her privates.

"I hope you know what you're doing!" Randy warned Lady Marlton as she continued to tease him. His cock was fully erect and throbbing inside the waistband of his woolen trousers and he groaned softly. "Oh Lord, the things I want to do to you." Randy felt her head still for just a second as his words registered but then the suckling at his nipple grew stronger and faster. "I want to make you scream with pleasure Miss Charlotte, but I must warn you. The more you tease me like this, the harder I'm going to fuck you."