No, he takes her gently

Randy had no intention to punish Miss Marlton. How could he blame her for what she tried to do? Not after what he had done to her, but neither could he let her go.

After everything, Randy could not resist this amazing young woman any longer. Once again the tan riding dress came off along with her boots and the ruffled leggings before he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She lay before him wearing only her camisole and stockings with the black chain still wrapped around her slender ankle. He still expected at any moment that she would come to her senses and demand to be released and sent back to her father. But she never once hesitated, instead she helped him with her dress, pausing only when her hands roamed across his chest and ass in need.

Randy's admiration for Miss Marlton had not been diminished by finding her free and aiming a musket at him. If anything, he desired her now more than ever. Miss Marlton's emotional reaction to the encounter had further endeared her to him and now he wanted nothing more than to make her his and shield her from all the world's troubles. It was a ridiculous sentiment considering their relative stations, but for that brief moment in time Randy refused to let reality get in the way. His eyes never left hers as he lowered his frame onto hers, and he saw only willing excitement when he pressed her soft body to the bed. When his mouth found hers, her lips clung to his, sharing the intoxicating nectar of their kisses.

This time when he pulled the silk camisole from Miss Marlton he lifted it entirely from her body before burying his face into the warm sweet-smelling valley that lay between her round breasts. He tried to release the lacy garter belt that secured Charlotte's stockings, but in the end her delicate hands pushed away his trembling fingers and magically the silk garment fell open. Randy lifted himself long enough to slide the yellow stockings down her pale legs and past the ring of black iron wondering yet again how she had found the strength to break the bed frame that should have held her easily. Part of him knew he should remove the chain, but he needed her so much he couldn't bare wait any longer than he had to. When his own woolen trousers came off, finally freeing his throbbing member, the cock rose eagerly nearly the length and girth of a belaying pin and he could see the renewed wonder in Miss Charlotte's eyes.

Nothing separated her naked body from his. Her left thigh overlapped her other leg demurely concealing her sex from his gaze, but the way she stretched her arms over her head lifting her tits in invitation confirmed that Charlotte had not changed her mind. Randy fell on her again, pressing his bare chest to her mounds and easily planting both his knees between hers, opening her to him as he slid forward in her arms.

"Yes..." She breathed the word again in his ear but Randy couldn't wait to see what she was going to say. The passion building within him was threatening to overwhelm whatever control he had left. He pressed forward firmly feeling her slick gates open as his head pushed once again into her. As good as the first time had been, this was even better. Miss Marlton fit his body perfectly and when he was fully embedded in her tight passage he felt more complete than ever before.

Charlotte moaned softly. She tried not to, but he was so big he filled her completely and her flesh was still sore from earlier. Unlike the first union, there was no stabbing jolt - just a slight discomfort as her inexperienced body expanded to accommodate his size. Charlotte focused on the pleasure that radiated in waves from her core as he moved in and out deep within her. Her arms locked around his neck urging him on and his unreigned response to her in a way that she could not begin to understand.

Black Brand was her family's sworn enemy! He had **** and assaulted her without mercy, binding her and stripping her as she swung helplessly. And she had almost killed him! If the musket had not misfired Mr. Fuller might well be dead. Earlier, she had hated the way her weak body had betrayed her, but none of those things mattered anymore; since her escape from Mr. Fuller's shackles the situation had changed. Now she wanted him to take her just like this, or any other way he chose and she was not disappointed. Not the weight of his muscular frame nor even the discomfort of his powerful thrusts sliding repeatedly into her tightness mattered, all she cared about was the pleasure she felt building uncontrollably between her opened thighs.

She couldn't stop the climaxes that began rocking her body one after the other, each one stronger than the previous orgasm until finally with a primal grunt Mr. Fuller stiffened and she felt a sudden warmth flooding her core.

They lay together on his bed their chests rising and falling in unison. 'It could be a dream.' Charlotte thought whimsically were it not for the heavy ring of iron around her ankle and the solid member still firmly inside her, a constant reminder of what they had just shared.

"Is this your plan, Mr. Fuller?" She sighed softly as she lay in his arms. "To keep me here in chains so you can take me for your pleasure whenever you feel like it?"