Chapter 5
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ANDREW
I knew we would marry Ann. There was no question she had been ours since the first time I saw her. I had expected to court her, to slowly coax her to the idea of not only marrying me, but Robert as well. Fate was fickle though, and for once, in our favor. Especially since she walked in on Robert during his bath. He'd done an exceptional job testing her interest. Even my short glimpse of her before her father had knocked had shown me how interested she was. I could see her hard n*****s poking through the material of her dress. The color had been bright in her cheeks. Her eyes had been wide not in fear, but in surprised desire. Her lips had been parted and she'd been quietly panting, her short little breaths making her breasts rise and fall beneath her demure dress.
I would bet my military commission that her p***y was wet.
"You enjoyed seeing Robert naked, didn't you?" I asked Ann.
Robert had finished dressing and gone to find the captain. He may have been presiding over Ann's marriage tonight, but it would be to me, not Mr. Atherton. We had no intention of letting Ann go anywhere until the vows had been said and the marriage consummated. Only then would she be safe from her father and Mr. Atherton.
Ann refused to look at me and I wouldn't force her. It would be hard for a woman of her upbringing to admit desires she was supposed to repress. I doubted Mr. Atherton wanted a hot, wild woman in bed with him. He would expect that kind of passion only from his mistress. Robert and I would coax it out of Ann with every touch, every kiss, every f**k, and show her that it was exactly what we wanted from our bride.
"As our bride, you'll hide nothing. We will see all of you. Answer me, sweetheart, did you like watching Robert?"
After a short pause, she replied with a whispered, "Yes."
"Good girl."
She closed her eyes and a single tear slid down her cheek. "I'm not good. I can't be good if I… if I like that."
Using my thumb, I wiped the tear away. "Good girls can have very naughty thoughts. Whatever you've been told about the way a woman is supposed to behave and feel and love should be forgotten. You only need to worry about Robert and I. All right?"
She opened her eyes and the pale blue sparkled as I saw hope there. Hope that what I said was true. "And what of love?" she asked. She swallowed then, realizing she had made a misstep. "I was hoping for love."
I lifted her hands, kissed her knuckles one by one. Her mouth fell open then and I saw the line of her straight, white teeth. "I don't expect it from you after only fifteen minutes. You have to admit, however, that there is a connection, an attraction that is undeniable. I feel it. You saw Robert's c**k and how he was hard for you. He feels it. Do you?"
Her pale eyes met mine, roved over my face as if studying me, thinking of her answer. I knew what it was to be. I had seen her interest from the very first.
"Yes," she replied, her voice soft and her eyes lowering.
"Ann," I said, and waited for her to look at me again.
"There is no shame in sharing your feelings with me. With Robert. Soon, we will be your husbands and there will be nothing between us."
A little frown formed in her smooth brow. "What do you want from me?"
"Everything," I replied. "Do you know what that means?"
It was lovely to see the way her cheeks turned pink. "You want… s****l congress with me."
It was hard to keep from laughing at that term, but I knew it would not help my cause if I did so. "We call it f*****g, sweetheart. Robert and I, we're going to strip you bare and show you all the pleasure to be had between us."
She couldn't look at me as the pink turned even darker and crept down her neck and beneath her dress.
"The feeling you had when you saw Robert naked is attraction. Lust. Need."
She shook her head as if clearing it from a lust filled fog and changed the subject. "What if… what if my father went to the captain first? If Robert brings the captain here, he will force me back to my father. Perhaps even wed me to Mr. Atherton directly."
There was a chance of that, but knowing what I did about the man from overhearing the conversation with Robert, his pride would get in the way. "Your father won't tell the captain or anyone that you've run away. As Robert said, we're on a boat and you can't go anywhere. Your father has to save face. He's probably telling Mr. Atherton you have a headache or some such nonsense until he can locate you."
Robert knocked once on the door, then entered, the ship's captain in tow, distracting Ann from thoughts of her father. The captain's uniform was a crisp white in comparison to our navy ones.
"Thank you for coming," I said as I shook his hand.
"Weddings are always a rare treat for me." He glanced at Ann, then at me. Obviously, he knew nothing about Ann's father and his plan to have the man marry her to Mr. Atherton. I shifted so I was at Ann's right as the captain opened his Bible.
"Shall we begin?" he asked.
I looked down at my nervous bride as I took her small hand in mine. I felt it shake and gave it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. She would have become ours anyway; this… situation just moved things along a bit.
Her eyes held such doubt, such nervousness, but I saw the hint of interest that I'd seen before as well. I gave her a smile, something I doubted either her father or Mr. Atherton would offer. She knew nothing of us, but I had to trust that the attraction, the connection we shared, was enough to get her to say the words, to commit to me before God and the captain, and to Robert as well. When it was time to kiss the bride and I lowered my mouth to hers, she stood stiffly for a brief moment before giving over to the kiss. It was then that I lifted my head, smiling. She'd submitted so sweetly to the simple kiss. When the captain left us alone, I was eager to see all the ways she'd submit to us. "You saw Robert's c**k. Now it's time to see mine."
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