A very personal

“I haven't forgotten how you treated me when I was at your mercy, Mr. Fuller.” Charlotte whispered in the bound man's ear. She pressed her lips against the back of his shoulder tasting the smoke, sweat and blood that flavored his weather-tanned skin like seasoning salt on a cut of meat. She should have found the outlaw's unwashed body revolting, but she didn't, instead she swirled her tongue along the crease of his neck savoring Fuller's reaction as she licked and nibbled at his neck.

Charlotte felt the chained man flex the muscles of his shoulder and back when he felt her mouth pressed to his skin. When she began her exploration of his neck he arched his back in silent protest throwing his head with a groan louder than any he had muttered as she tended to his flayed skin.

Was he loosing his mind?! Randy had known what to expect from the lash, on board the New Bedford he had felt its bite two or three times until he learnt the ropes. But Lady Marlton's kisses burned like a white-hot brand, her lips seared his flesh and the tentative touch of her tongue and teeth tormented him with a completely different kind of pain.

He thought he had been prepared for any punishment that Lord Marlton and his treacherous daughter might find for him when he had agreed to surrender himself to the honourable Lieutenant Easton. But nothing had prepared him for the shock of having Lady Charlotte herself tend to his back, and now this!

“Is it not enough for you Marltons to flog me raw?” He gasped “Now you **** me with your sadistic games.”

“****, Mr. Fuller?” Charlotte asked innocently, knowing full-well how wicked she was being. “Like you tortured me?” She slid boldly under his chained arm and squeezed her body between his hard chest and the cool stone wall of the cellar cell. Charlotte could not look up to meet his angry stare, but she allowed herself to rest both her palm and cheek on Mr. Fuller's broad chest. She drew lazy circles around his nipples with her fingertips alternating her teasing caresses with warm breaths exhaled onto the puckered brown tips.

She had to stop! Charlotte knew she must end this madness. At the moment the chained prisoner held his body stiffly, like a wild-eyed colt on its first day of training for the saddle, but at any minute his demeanor might change. If this outlaw wanted to he could trap her against the wall with his powerful body, holding her between his thighs and pinning her to the rough wall with the weight of his chest. It wasn't just the risk she was taking by being this close to the captured outlaw; her actions were completely unacceptable by any of the standards of honourable behavior with which she lived.

And yet ... her eyes climbed slowly from Mr. Fuller's chest and neck until she finally met his gaze. Her hand cupped his cheek, feeling the roughness of the stubble against her soft palm. What was it about this passionate brigand that she found so compelling?