4 comments/ 40407 views/ 7 favorites A Captain for Evangeline By: Sedonia Guillone "I have a proposal for you, Miss Lynley." Captain Lucius Bramwell's dark eyes glowed and there was a seductive tinge in his smooth voice that I had never heard before. In the past two weeks since embarking from London, we had tea in his quarters each afternoon and he had never been anything else but a gentleman. Now, the sensual glimmer in his raven eyes spread to the rest of his darkly handsome face, the features strong and masculine, as if they'd been chiseled from stone. I set the delicate china cup on its saucer, lest I spill any of the amber fluid with the sudden trembling of my hands. My heart increased its speed under the layers of bodice and corset of my dress. "I beg your pardon, Captain?" My palms dampened under the lace gloves I wore. "A proposal?" The captain shifted forward in his seat. He was a mere few feet away on the settee and I could feel an energy, simmering and raw, enclose me as he moved. A lock of his hair, the color of black silk fell over his high forehead, lending him an air of danger. His exterior was that of an English gentleman, commander of the tea clipper that was carrying me to my fiancé in Ceylon. His tailored captain's coat, breeches, and polished boots belied the coiled beastly power raging within him. "Aye," he answered softly. His voice sent tendrils of heat into the bodice of my dress and beyond my control, my nipples hardened against my corset. "I can protect you from entering into an arrangement I know you dread." My heart pounded. Somehow, the man before me had come to understand that my impending marriage to the man who awaited me in Ceylon was an arrangement for other than love. Of course, this was true. My marriage to Charles Grimley was purely one of social and financial advantage to my father who had not managed the family estate properly in the last ten years. "How did you know?" My voice escaped in a whisper as the heat in my bodice slipped down through my belly, into the crevice between my thighs. He raked his hair back with one large strong-looking hand and I suppressed the wicked desire to have that same hand on my breast, squeezing and fondling it. "I'm not a stupid man, my dear," he said, his lips tweaking in a smile. "Anyone who gave half a care could see how sad you look, how you imagine a lifetime of enslavement to a passionless cad, which I happen to know Lord Grimley is." He leaned back, studying me, a knowing look playing in the chocolate brown pools of his eyes. I imagined he knew the sensual effect he was having on me. "In out afternoon conversations these past two weeks, I've listened to you, to the details of your life you've chosen to reveal," Captain Bramwell went on, "and you spoke of your first husband, God rest his soul, with affection in your voice, but not with passion." He paused and bore his dark gaze into me again. Spikes of heat shot along the slit of my sex. He was making me want him with a force I'd never known before, and I suspected such was his intention. He moved closer to me, so close, the clean scent of his shaving soap wafted enticingly in the air around us, along with a deeper, more masculine scent that roused me to such a fury, I began to tremble. In my twenty-six years of life, I'd never had a conversation of this nature with a man, and found it releasing something from deep inside me, something a lady of my breeding should never release. I wanted desperately to run my fingertips along his clean-shaven jaw, to feel the light roughness of his whiskers against my tender fingertips. "So what is your proposal, Captain?" I could barely speak above a whisper for the blood raging in my ears, coursing through my body, engorging my inner sex. My body grew languid and pliant, moisture seeping from between my thighs, preparing me for his possession. At least, that's what I desired. His sensually masculine lips curved in a wicked grin. "Finally, you ask the right question, my dear," he breathed. His voice had fallen to a husky tenor, his broad chest rising and falling heavily. He leaned in closer, his breath a warm caress on my skin. "My proposal is this. You give yourself to me. Whenever I want you, you let me have you without hesitation, and when we arrive in Ceylon, I'll make certain not to deliver you to Lord Grimley. Not only that, you will be a free woman, free to choose your own course with my assistance to carry it out." I gasped and stared at him, my mind swirling. My breathing grew shallow and my skin tingled hotly as one emotion after the other ran through me, the foremost being the desire for such freedom. I splayed my hand over my chest. The second most, fear of what he could possibly ask of me in return. "Why?" I breathed. "Why are you saying this to me?" His grin faded and his eyes darkened, glowing with desire. He reached out and picked up a wisp of my auburn hair, feeling it between his fingertips. Releasing my hair, he brushed the same fingertips across my cheek, over my mouth, the pad of his index finger pushing into the seam of my lips. Before I realized what I was doing, I flickered my tongue on his flesh, tasting its salty roughness. He smiled and pushed his finger deeper into my mouth. I danced my tongue around it, and began suckling and pulling on it, a fever raging between my legs. I'd never behaved like this in my life. I'd known only garden parties, balls, servants and lying back to perform my wifely duties. Not the erotic heat that Lucius Bramwell deliberately stoked in me. He pulled his finger from between my lips and skated his hand downward, rubbing it in deliberately, firm circles over my right breast. His touch sent waves of fire right through the wool serge of my dress. My nipple peaked under his ardent caress and my chest heaved with arousal. "Miss Lynley, does this answer your question? Don't you think my powers of observation would discern the raging whore underneath your prim, lady's exterior? Don't you think I'd want some of that for myself?" He moved closer to me on the settee, leaning over me, grazing his lips across mine. "Answer me." His musky scent filled my nostrils and I felt drunk as if I'd had too much champagne. "Yes," I breathed, my eyelids fluttering closed and his hand ventured underneath my skirts, his fingertips teasing the sensitive swollen flesh of my sex over the flimsy linen of my drawers. "Yes, what?" he whispered. "What am I to call you?" His eyes glittered dangerously and I felt a moment of fear followed by another surge of seep arousal. "Master." He looked down at my, lightly pinching the fleshy lips below between his fingertips. The sensation rippled through me and I fell back against the cushions. "Yes, Master," I breathed. "Yes. I know that's what you want." "It is." My hands began working the fastening of his breeches. The deliciously hard bulge in front pressed against my thigh, rousing my desire to feel him, to take him in my mouth, to have him sheathed deep inside me. I graze my palm over the effulgence, eliciting a groan from deep inside him. He lay back. "Take me in your mouth," he ordered in a husky voice. "Yes, my lord." I slipped to my knees and opened his breeches. He lifted his hips so I could lower them down. I pulled open the tie on his drawers and freed his erection from its confines of clothing. His member was large and hard, springing from a base of silky thick hair. My mouth watered at the sight and I smoothed my hand over the shaft, the skin satiny smooth, ridged with veins. I closed my mouth over the head, running the tip of my tongue along the crest of it. The captain groaned and surged more deeply into my mouth, sheathing himself in the warm moistness. I slid my tongue and lips up and down on the silky hardness, my hair coming free of its pins. I felt his hand lace into my hair, pulling me further onto him. He tasted deliciously musky and his moans filled my ears. I grew wild and devoured him with the growing hunger he'd released from deep inside me. When I glanced up, he was watching me pleasure him, his dark eyes dusky, his face flushed from my ministrations. To my surprise, he did not let me continue and withdrew his cock from my mouth. "Undress," he ordered. "I'll have you now." The hard urgency and mastery in his tone sent slivers of heat through me and I felt the wetness seeping rapidly from my sex. He watched me undo the buttons of my dress and peel off layer after layer of petticoat, chemise, drawers and corset, until my full breasts with hardened rosy nipples were exposed to his view and his gaze raked over them and downward over my blond thatch of curls, now glistening from my musk. Reaching out a hand, he tugged me back onto the settee, his eyes glowing with hunger. I stared back at him, running my tongue across my lips, loving the freedom he'd already given me to surrender to my deep desire. "Open your legs," he ordered in a voice tight with lust. I obeyed and he dipped his large fingers into my sex, spreading the lips open, feeling the glistening pearl of my desire, and gathering my musk onto his fingertips. He spread the cream onto my lips and leaned down. "Taste yourself," he said. I licked my lips, tasting my own tangy flavor. The satisfaction in his gaze shivered through me, rousing me further. I moved to sit up and help him undress, but he pushed me back down. "Perhaps I should call in some of my men," he said, his tone feral and dangerous. "Let them have a taste of you as well." His words stoked the already raging fire. "Whatever you say, my lord," I breathed, my hips writhing under his gaze, desperate for more. To my delight, he pulled my legs apart and leaned his face downward, burying his mouth in my sex. His tongue stroked my clitoris in languid strokes and he held me down firmly with his strong hands while he had his fill. When he took the nubbin between his lips and tongue and suckled hard, I exploded. The waves of bliss ripped through my entire sex, into my belly and I cried out, my fingers winding into the velvety soft richness of his hair. He licked and sucked my clitoris until every bit of pleasure was wrung from it and then lifted his face, my musk gleaming on his lips and chin. He raised himself up over me and pressed his lips to mine, at the same time yanking off his coat and shirt with such force, I heard the buttons clatter to the wooden floor. Eagerly, I laved his skin clean of my juices with my tongue, spreading my legs wide apart to take his cock deep inside me, my fingertips raking through the thick mat of dark hair on his now exposed chest. In one firm hard stroke, he sheathed himself deep within my sex and braced himself on the edges of the settee, grinding against me with the same firmness with which he'd held me down. His powerful thighs flexed as he took his pleasure, perspiration gleaning on his forehead. His mastery roused my hunger once again and I threw my head back, my breasts thrusting upward toward him. His hot mouth closed over one nipple, sucking it greedily while he moved inside me. The intensity brought me once again over the edge, and the spasms of anther orgasm shimmered through my sex, my muscles tightening around his cock. He groaned, the velvety sound tight from deep in his throat. His body jerked and I felt his warm seed filling my womb. He moaned as the last convulsion of his climax moved through him and he collapsed gently on top of me, breathing heavily, his erection still hard inside me. "My darling," he murmured into my hair, one large hand entwining in my unruly hair. "I knew you were for me the moment I saw you." I smiled, languidly caressing his hair and his broadly muscled back. "Thank you, my lord," I whispered. He had asked of me only that I gave myself to him completely, body and soul. I knew then, that when the moment came that I could choose my course, as he'd promised, I choose to remain with him. A Captain for Evangeline Ch. 02 I knew by the mischievous gleam in my husband's eye that he had special plans for me this evening. Although he sat placidly in his chair by the fire, sipping his after dinner port, his demeanor communicated to me that he would reveal his intentions before long. As for me, I sat across from him on the settee, quietly attending to my needlework, my own calm exterior belying the sensual pulsing that had already sprang up in my loins. The firelight glinted on my husband's raven hair, offsetting the strong planes of his cheeks and jaw. I had only to think of the raw male power coiled beneath his white shirt and black dinner jacket and trousers, to experience a frisson of pure raw lust. The erotic sensation radiated upward, into my belly, stirring the deep, wild longing that Lucius Bramwell had stirred in me from the moment we'd met two years ago on his clipper ship. "Samuel," Lucius addressed our dinner companion and my husband's long time friend from Oxford, "I'm so sorry to be losing you to the New World. You are my oldest and dearest friend." Samuel Worthing, a handsome man in his own right, bowed his head of chestnut hair. "I feel the same, Lucius, but there are railroads to be built and civilizations to raise from the dust." "When does your ship leave, Mr. Worthing?" I asked, making an effort to engage in polite conversation. Meanwhile my nipples tingled and pushed against my corset. I sensed Lucius' mind churning, thinking up the next erotic task he would have me perform for him. He had made it one of his life's works to unleash the full power of my sexuality and knew the exact ways to do so. His dedication fueled the already burning passion between us. Mr. Worthing sighed. "In two days' time, I'm afraid." I nodded, not looking up from my stitchery. "That is quite soon, I agree." "Which leads me to something I've been considering, my dear." Lucius' voice held meaning and conveyed to me his disreputable intentions without words. Once again, I sensed that my beloved husband had considered my deepest needs and fantasies and was preparing to draw them out of me. I looked up at him, captured by the devilish gleam the firelight cast in his chocolate-hued eyes. "Yes, my lord?" I asked softly, setting down my needlework. My heart pumped madly in my chest, waiting for his next words. A grin curved his sculpted lips and he leaned forward in his chair, casually holding his port glass. "I have thought up a going away gift for our friend, one that will send him off to the New World in a most memorable way." The tenor of his voice sent a thrill shooting right up the slit of my sex and I immediately felt the dew of arousal collect and seep into my drawers. I cast a quick glance at Mr. Worthing who had sat up straight in his chair, intrigue deepening the azure hue of his eyes. "And what is that, husband?" Lucius looked right at me, his dark eyes glinting like I imagined the fires of hell would glint. "You, dearest." My cheeks infused with heat and my breasts surged as if Lucius held an invisible chain to them, which he yanked to send shards of heat through them. My nipples hardened without even needing his touch. "Lucius, you can't be serious." Disbelief mired Samuel's voice. Lucius looked at him, his grin widening. "Ah, but I am completely serious. My dear Evangeline would love to bring you to the heights of pleasure before you take your leave of us forever." He turned to me. "Wouldn't you?" I nodded. "Yes, my lord," I breathed in a voice thickened by desire. Lucius set down his glass, rose from his chair and stood over me, winding his fingers into my hair. "That's a good girl. My Evangeline will do anything I ask of her." His large fingers worked the pins out of my hair, letting the tresses tumble about my shoulders. He proceeded to trail his touch across my cheek and over my lips. Whenever he did this, my reflex was to take one of his fingers into my mouth and suckle it madly. In spite of Samuel's astonished presence, I did precisely this, unable to contain my arousal. I murmured in satisfaction as Lucius' finger pulsed against my tongue, rousing my hunger for his erect shaft to do the same between my legs. "Isn't she beautiful, Samuel?" Lucius crooned like Satan tempting an angel. I felt Samuel staring at me and cut my eyes at him sensuously. Once again, Lucius had unleashed the wild, lustful bitch lurking in my soul. "Yes, Lucius, she is." Samuel's voice had fallen to a husky tenor, trembling with desire. "And she will do anything for you, even on her hands and knees." Samuel's breath caught loudly and I saw him go visibly weak. Lucius pulled his finger from my mouth and bid me to stand. "Undress for us, darling," he said, his voice silky with promise, yet firm, in control. "Yes, my lord." I lifted my hair and turned my back so that he could undo the long row of buttons on the back of my dress. When he'd finished, he let the garment fall to a taffeta pool around my legs. Without hesitation, he pulled the laces of my corset, letting it fell away so that my breasts, swollen and aching to be licked and suckled and handled by two pairs of hungry male hands could tumble free. Lucius then returned to his chair and sat, along with Samuel, watching me divest my body of camisole, drawers and stockings until I stood completely naked before them. Their gazes raked over me, passing over my breasts, the rosy tips hard with longing, down my stomach to my mound of curls. Between my thighs, my sex ached and pulsed with the driving need to be filled. "Come here, Evangeline," Lucius commanded. I did as he asked and was rewarded with his strong hand smoothing, palm down, across my breasts and belly and then, my buttocks, squeezing the orbs of pale flesh with unconcealed lust. He reached down and spread open the fleshy lips of my sex, slipping two large fingertips between the slick folds. At the intimate contact, his face darkened with hunger. "Ah, Evangeline." He turned his head slightly in the direction of his friend who now sat enthralled by the sight before him. "My wife's cunt is like a silk glove, soft and slippery and always ready to be filled." He sheathed his index and middle fingers deep inside me, pulsing them in and out until I moaned, supporting my weight with a hand on his shoulder. He pulled his fingers out, coated with my musk and rubbed them on my nipples, shooting waves of pleasure through the already hardened peaks. He closed one large hand around my breast, squeezing it firmly. "Now, Evangeline, let our guest have a taste of your delicious gifts." My chest heaved with the labored breathing of arousal and my lids were heavy over my eyes. "Yes, my lord," I breathed. Lucius released me and I stepped over to Samuel's chair, kneeling down before him. He looked at me wide-eyed, his face flushed with desire. I picked up his hand and placed it over one of my breasts, pressing his palm down on it, moving his touch in a tight circle. "Touch me," I whispered. I closed his fingers more tightly around the swell of flesh before lifting my hand away. Hungrily he groped at my breast, squeezing it and, growing bolder, taking my rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The devil seemed to take him in that moment for a lustful gleam stole into his eyes and he pinched down harder on my nipple, looking into my face for a reaction. I obliged him by moaning. The mingling of pain and pleasure drove the moisture to seep from my sex and I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering closed. Samuel reached out and did the same to my other nipple, now clamping both of them in his strong grip, showing me that he was, indeed a kindred spirit with my husband in the way he possessed a woman. "More, Evangeline," Lucius ordered from his chair. Obligingly, I reached for Samuel's trousers, undoing the buttons and pulling them open. He lifted his hips for me so that I could slide them down to his knees and then do the same with his drawers, freeing his large erection. His cock sprang forth from its thick nest of hair, a member as commandingly thick and veined under satiny skin as my husband's. My mouth watered at the sight and I leaned over, capturing his engorgement in my eager mouth. Never am I happier than when inhaling the musky scent of man and tasting him as he fills my mouth or sex. I slid my wet mouth up and down over his cock in a rhythmic motion, my sex pulsing madly and my spirit soaring. Samuel wove his fingers into my mass of curls, pulling my face more firmly against his cock. The ridge of its head grazed against my tongue in the most delicious feast and I reached underneath the shaft to the heavy sac, covered in crisp hair, running my fingertips over the firmness. He moaned loudly, bucking his groin against my motions. As I suckled him in a frenzy, I felt another pair of hands grasp my hips. The touch was commanding and hungry, yet I knew it so well. Lucius had removed his own clothing while watching me pleasure his friend with my mouth and knelt behind me, poking the head of his rock hard erection into my now drenched sheath. He rammed into me with the most satisfying thrust, sheathing himself inside me until our bodies bumped together. His hands closed around my breasts, squeezing and kneading the nipples madly while he drove in and out of me from behind. His hot mouth pressed fervent dewy kisses on the back of my neck, alternately laving the tender skin and nipping it like a rutting beast. With his left hand, he reached down between my legs, finding the hard nubbin of my desire and rubbing it lightly yet vigorously. My mind and body swirled with the sensations of a man's cock filling my mouth while another man's filled my sex. Lucius' fingers on my clitoris only increased the tidal wave of pleasure. The tiny ring of muscles in my sex gathered heat and clenched suddenly, the world exploding in a blinding fury of sparks. Droplets of Samuel's seed had begun to leak from the tip and I gobbled them up as my orgasm shuddered through me. I intended to bring Samuel to completion with my lips and tongue, but Lucius pulled me away and laid me on my back on the rug. "Spread your legs, Evangeline. Let Samuel gaze on your glistening, swollen cunt." I did as he said and Lucius whispered his hand over my stomach, looking at his friend whose chest heaved and whose erection still sprang straight up, fully engorged. My saliva gleamed on the purplish pink skin, renewing my throbbing desire. "You want to taste her, don't you, Samuel?" Samuel dropped from the chair to his knees before me, nodding, his gaze riveted to the pink, moist flesh of my sex, open and glistening before him. To my delight, he reached out, spreading the fleshy lips apart and lowered his face to the crevice between my thighs. His hot breath caressed the swollen inner sex, stoking the already raging inferno in my loins. The first swipe of his hot tongue over my clitoris caused me to cry out, and I arched my pelvis, thrusting it into his face. Above me, Lucius grinned wickedly and bent down, capturing my mouth in a deep proprietary kiss. His tongue mated with mine, devouring my mouth with raging hunger. No matter how lustfully he took me and whatever he commanded me to do, he could never hide his affection or passion for my soul. His kiss revealed it always. He pulled his mouth from mine and proceeded to devour the delicate skin of my throat with hot moist kisses, not stopping until his fevered lips encircled my nipple, biting and tugging on it wantonly. The sensation gripped my body, sending a chain of heat into my loins where Samuel's lips and tongue had taken hold of my tender nubbin and now suckled on it furiously. Two of his large fingers slipped inside my swollen passage massaging it as he worked my clitoris. Once again, my world crashed into splinters of heat, an orgasm ripping through my sex. My fingers clenched into Lucius' dark hair. His mouth never left my breast, laving the nipple heatedly to prolong my orgasm. When my body went limp, Samuel raised his face from my sex, my cream glistening on his chin and lips. A glaze of lust covered his blue eyes and he moved up until his hips were between my legs and he had sheathed his cock in my slippery heat with one thrust. Lucius raised his face from his feast on my breast and sat back, watching his friend possess my body. A grin creased the planes of his cheeks and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Touch him," I heard him rasp. I reached down, grasping Samuel's hard buttocks, pulling him deep inside me, my legs spread as wide apart as I could. He groaned as I squeezed and rubbed his hips, tracing my fingertips up the muscles of his back. Before I knew it, his body twitched as it neared completion. He jerked forward several sharp movements inside me before he pulled out, rubbing his cock, his seed pulsing onto my pale stomach. He then braced his hands on the floor, panting, his body gleaming with the perspiration of sex. "My turn," Lucius said, taking hold of my legs and turning my body toward him. He lay on top of me, sheathing his cock deep inside me. I breathed a satisfied sigh. No matter how many times Lucius made love to me, the moment of his penetration was always glorious. I closed my eyes and pulled my legs back, pulling him deep inside me with my hands on his buttocks. The muscular globes flexed deliciously in my palms and Lucius moaned in my ear as he slid in and out of me hungrily. Glancing up at Samuel, I saw him watching us, a similarly satisfied grin on his lips. I smiled at him and ran my fingertips along his thigh. At the same time I gave my attention back to my husband, running my other hand up his back, delighting in the feel of hard male muscle pressing against my fingertips. I nipped at his earlobe and breathed in his musky aroma. I raked my fingers through the heavy mat of dark hair on his chest, loving the feel of him, the smell of him and everything about him. Bridging my body with his hands on the rug, he rose up, gazing lovingly down at me while he thrust inside me with gathering speed. His darkly flushed skin told me he was close to his own climax and obligingly I clenched my vaginal muscles, squeezing his shaft as hard as I could. He groaned and trembled, his seed pumping inside me. Gently he collapsed on top of me, our bodies hot and dewy. The air around us smelled enticingly of sex. The three of us lounged, naked, on the plush rug by the fire. Lucius held me in his arms while Samuel stretched out beside me, one hand toying pleasantly with my hair. "Lucius, I can't thank you enough," Samuel said. "Tonight has been a gift I will never forget." Lucius grinned like a Cheshire cat while he caressed the swell of my hip like it was a precious treasure. "All your gratitude should go to Evangeline. It is she who is so generous and agreeable, so lush and beautiful. My goddess." Samuel's hand closed gently on my upper arm. "Thank you, Evangeline." I smiled and returned his gentle touch while I snuggled closer to my husband. "You're most welcome." I breathed a sigh of contentment as I always did after making love with Lucius. One always feels content when one has found heaven on Earth.