Rough Seas - A Sex Story of Nelson's Navy
Susie's run away to sea! She's disguised as a boy but she's soon found out. Captain Jackson rescues her before the crew can have their way, and she wants to thank him. She doesn't have any money to give him: just her own body. This is an adults-only story of 6,500 words containing light bondage and sex. More
Susie's run away to sea! She's disguised as a boy but she's soon found out. Captain Jackson rescues her before the crew can have their way, and she wants to thank him. She doesn't have any money to give him: just her own body. This is an adults-only story of 6,500 words containing light bondage and sex.
Susie felt a tide of despair and weariness wash over her. Just once, she wanted to get something right. Everything she'd ever done had turned out to be the wrong decision – wrong husband, wrong way of escaping the marriage, and now this. Her clumsy attempt at showing her gratitude was one more blunder. She bent her head and pressed her hands to her face, but she couldn't stop the tears.
"Oh come on, now." Captain Jackson sounded exasperated and it made her sorrow the worse. Once she started, it was like she couldn't stop, and all the stress of the past few weeks – years, even – tore out of her in great sobs.
He sighed. Then, to her surprise, he patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. "Come on," he said again, but with more gentleness. "I'll put you ashore when we return to Southampton and I'll see that you're adequately dressed. You know, as a lady, not as a sailor. Between now and then, well, you'll have to stay here – locked in – for your own safety, of course. I am sorry."
Susie continued to sniff and cry. It was all just too much for her.
"Oh, damn," he muttered, and scooted forward, making the bed rock again. His strong arms enfolded her in a tight, reassuring hug, and she felt his wide hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair in a calming motion. "There, there. It's all right."
"It's not," she said, her face muffled against his chest.
"It is," he said, with such certainty and finality that she could almost allow herself to believe it. Sitting in the closeted bed, his arms around her, and his breath on her skin, perhaps – just for the moment – things were all right.
This time, when she raised her head, he didn't pull away. Even in the low light, she could see the pores on his chin, and his fine dark stubble. He had dark, melting eyes, and she felt as though she was falling into them.
She didn't know what she was going to say, but it didn't matter, because he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, in a long, slow sweet kiss that took her breath away. She had never been kissed with such tenderness before and it caused a fresh cascade of tears.
He pulled back and wiped them away with his thumbs. "Hush now. You cry when I don't kiss you and now you cry when I do!"