Carried Away Chapter 5 (NC-17)

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CHAPTER 5

As she looked up at him Mary could feel so many emotions spilling through her. There was a very definite thread of fear there and she wouldn’t have expected anything less. But there was something else there too. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was. The closest that she could come was ... excitement. She knew how strange that was but she couldn’t find anything else to name the slightly fizzy feeling that was churning in her stomach right now. She was sure that it was caused by the fact that she was spitting out oaths and threats at him and had been from the moment that she had been brought aboard this ship. She had never spoken to anyone like that in her life let alone a man. Certainly not one as imposing as this one. He was someone who could easily kill her just as soon as look at her.

“Good god.” Nash groaned out as he lifted his head from the crook of her neck where he had been about to place a few moist kisses. “Does that mouth of yours ever shut ... Jane?” He asked and for some reason that struck him as funny. He smirked and the moment that he did he could see the indignation cross her face. What was it about this one? It seemed that everything he did around her offended her delicate sensibilities. It didn’t cross his mind that since he had met her he had stripped her bare and was now about to have his way with her. That would offend anyone’s sensibilities.

“My name is not Jane!” She practically shrieked right into his ear. “You would kindly stop calling me as such!”

Wincing Nash pulled back further and rubbed at his ear. That little screech felt like it had cut right through him. Oh why the hell was he wasting his time with this little chit. He should just dump her overboard and be done with her. Women were so much more trouble than they were worth at times. Granted they did come in handy when he wanted them to but right now this one was making herself nothing more than a giant pain in his backside. “Well what did you expect us to do when you wouldn’t give us your name?” He snapped right back.

At the same time he was aware of the fact that his own excitement was growing rather than receding during this argument. He wondered if she knew that she was having this kind of effect on him and that was why she was doing it. He had to admit, if only to himself, that he had never been attracted to argumentative women before. He preferred his ladies all soft, pliant and willing to do his bidding. He had always assumed these kinds of women to be a headache that he didn’t want to deal with. And to some degree he had been right, she was a pain. But it was also; well it was heightening the sensation that he knew was very shortly to come. She might think that she was delaying the inevitable but she was doing nothing of the sort.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something. It was so quick that he almost convinced himself that he had been seeing things but when he saw the slight quirking of one side of her lips then he knew that he had been right. Her eyes had sparkled. They had taken on a look. A look that said to him that a part of her was enjoying this. True, she might not fully understand it herself but her body did apparently. “Maybe you would be disposed to give us your true name right now?” He asked again and at the same time lifted his hand. He stroked at her cheek in an almost gentle manner before lowering his touch and squeezing her breast not so gently.

Mary gasped. She tried not to. She tried to hold any kind of reactions back for no one but herself but she hadn’t been able to help it. The touch had just been so unexpected. “You have no right to know my name.” She finally managed to stutter out and at the same time was sure that she saw Nash smirking at Shawn. She wanted to slap him. Her palm actually itched with the urge to smack that expression off of his face.

“Well then I will just keep on calling you Jane ... Jane.” Nash stated with a careless shrug of one shoulder. Then just because he felt that bit of devilment shoot through him again he smirked and moving lifted her up against him. Slipping his hands lower on her body he held her where she was now and began to move across the cabin with her.

Her eyes widened. Now this was something that had never happened to her in her lifetime. He had lifted her leaving her feeling so vulnerable with her feet dangling off the floor that she had automatically wrapped them around him. Around his hips to be precise. As soon as her centre grazed him, or to be more precise, grazed against the smooth material of the britches that he wore she let out a strangled sound and her eyes widened. The feelings that had started to burn in the pit of her belly intensified. She couldn’t remember feeling this way before. Oh she could remember feeling some semblance of this in her recent past but nothing this intense ... nothing that made her feel like she was burning herself every time that a breath escaped her body. “Mary.” She said without really thinking about it.

“Mary?” Nash asked with confusion on his face as he looked at Shawn. “What does that mean?”

Grinning at the way that Kevin was now acting deliberately obtuse Shawn shook his head. “I have a feeling that she’s telling you her name Nash.” He stated simply.

“And now we appear to be getting somewhere.” Nash said with a smile as he looked at her again. “Mary.” He stated and actually rolled the word around his mouth as if getting the taste for it. He had no idea why he was doing that. It wasn’t as if he was expecting any great connection. He was going to use her for as long as need be then discard her. Not that he was going to hurt her. He would drop her off at their final port of call and then what she did from then was her own business. He would find someone or something else to interest him then. “Is that your name? Mary?” He asked and wasn’t surprised when she didn’t answer him.

Looking away Mary let out a tremulous sounding sigh. She felt like she had somehow betrayed someone other than herself by letting her mouth get the better of her. Telling him her name surely couldn’t do that much damage. But if it couldn’t then why did it feel like it suddenly meant everything?

“Ah, looks like the cat has got her tongue once again.” Nash said and before he could stop himself he reacted without thinking. “Maybe this will loosen it once more.” Keeping his hands where they were supporting her backside he arched himself against her. In that moment he smirked as he heard the sound that this move pulled from her throat. She was enjoying this and he wasn’t deluding himself. That was good. He had never been a man that would harm a woman. He knew that there were many in his number, a few that were probably on this boat too, that would have had no problem taking what they wanted from a lady regardless of anything else. But he had never been fond of rape. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that he had never needed to do it.

She nodded vigorously at the same time that she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. It felt like something the size of her head. “Yes ... yes, that is my name. Mary.” She stated and feeling herself slip slightly she wrapped her arms around his neck. Fisting her hands into the material of his shirt she clung not having any desire to find her backside unceremoniously coming into contact with wooden floor.

“It’s a nice name.” Shawn said as he leaned against the wall. He found himself wondering just how Kevin was going to play this. If only for the reason that he was becoming aroused himself just standing here watching. Would his friend be interested in seeing this all the way through to it’s natural conclusion or was he just playing with the girl to get the kind of reaction that he liked. But one look at the other man’s face and Shawn suddenly knew just how this was going to end. He wasn’t going to get anything out of this little meeting of the minds. “A good strong name, not one to be ashamed of.”

She suddenly looked at the other man in the room. Oh dear god. So wrapped up in her own feelings of what could only be described as desire, that she had forgotten he was even there. She felt something akin to shame flood over her hotly. “I’m not ashamed.” She said in a weak voice. “I’m not ashamed of my name.”

“But you are ashamed of something aren’t you?” Nash asked suddenly confused as bending he pressed her back to the small bed that was built into the side of the cabin. Others probably wouldn’t think it small but to him it was. It was just big enough for him to lie in and be able to roll over. Nothing more and nothing less. As he looked down at her and moved his hands to his hips to push her legs down gently he could see the colour flushing on her upper body and face. He reached out and stroked his fingers over her collarbone.

She couldn’t look at him. Not that she didn’t want to. Right now she was finding that it was all that she wanted to do. But she couldn’t. She knew what was going to happen for sure now and she was finding that she wanted to beg him for it. That should be disgusting her but it wasn’t. What on earth was wrong with her? She had known that this journey would be an adventure in itself but she hadn’t allowed for anything of this nature happening. Without realising that she was doing it she cast her eyes in the general direction of Shawn and then turned away to look at the wall.

“Ah, so that’s it.” Nash said in a whisper meant only for her ears as in that instant he knew just what was bothering her. At least he thought he did. “I think now might be the time for you to leave friend.” He added without turning round. He knew that Shawn wouldn’t be offended. They had, in the past, had cause to be in the same room when things of this nature had happened but not this time.

“You’re sure?” Shawn asked with a grin at the note of hope that his voice carried.

Not able to stop himself Kevin laughed deeply. At the same time he moved so he straddled Mary’s naked body. He didn’t think that she was planning on going anywhere right at that moment but she had already been so full of surprises. For all he knew she might want Shawn to leave because she was going to stab him or something. Not that he had clue where she would be hiding the dagger. “Oh I am very sure Shawn.” He stated as he finally looked at the other man. He jerked his head towards the door. “You can go now.”

Nodding his head abruptly in what almost looked like some kind of salute Shawn turned towards the door. “Just call out if you need me.” He said with a smirk just as he left the room.

“Joker.” Kevin said with great affection in his voice as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the young woman lying beneath him. “He is a born joker that one.” He added not really sure why he was saying that but feeling that he should do something to reassure her. Her eyes currently looked so large that they might be in danger of popping out of her head. Oh well, might as well give her something to stare at. He shifted his weight slightly and untying the laces at the top of his shirt he pulled it over his head in series of quick movements. Amazingly her eyes grew even wider. “No need to look so shocked Mary.” He said softly and lifting her hands from her sides he pressed them to his chest.

He only had to hold them there a few minutes when she was moving them herself. Her own natural curiosity had won out in the end. He smiled and while she was doing that loosened his pants. Before he shoved himself off the bed to remove them he bent deeply and pressed his lips to the crook of her neck once more. He pressed a quick kiss there and even went as far as to bite the soft skin.

Not even trying to hold in her reaction any longer Mary let out a small squeal at this action. No one had ever done that to her before. Although she knew that she should be outraged that he had dared to touch her like that she couldn’t stir up that particular emotion at all. She just liked the idea of knowing that she had affected someone so much that they just had to bite her!

Covering her lips with his Kevin could feel that she didn’t want to kiss him. It was okay for him to do anything else to her but she had a distinct problem with kissing him. How could that be? But he didn’t pull away. If anything he deepened the kiss. His tongue moved into her mouth even though she had tried her best to press her lips together. He ignored her slight resistance and plunged his tongue inside. Then abruptly he shoved himself to his feet at the side of the bed. Moving quickly, and without taking his eyes off her he shoved his pants to his feet and stepped out of them. He saw her look at him. He felt that simple fact make his body stand even more erect.

Placing a knee back on the bed he crawled atop her once more. “Don’t be scared Mary.” He whispered not even questioning why he was saying that to her. “I’ll be...” He paused as he realised that he was about to tell her that he would be gentle. Shaking his head he wanted to shake that thought right out of there. He had no clue why he wanted to say that to her. Hell he had no clue if he would be gentle or not. She would just have to deal with it. Then settling himself between her legs he rubbed against her at the same time as he finally gave in and took one of her nipples in his mouth.

Although she wanted to act as if she were unaffected by his actions Mary couldn’t help the way that she arched her back up to meet him. It felt as though this is what she had been waiting for from the moment that he had unwrapped the bandages from her body. The dual assaults, the way that he rubbed himself against her down below and the feeling of him suckling at her breast was almost too much for her to bear. She wasn’t stupid. She realised exactly what was happening here and she also knew that it shouldn’t be happening. But why fight this? She wanted what he was so willing to give her. Yes, she knew somewhere on some level that this was wrong but she also knew that it was bringing her pleasure like she had never known before ... which was strange considering all the things that she had experienced in her lifetime. “M-More.” She managed to whisper.

“What.” Nash asked with a tiny grin as he let her nipple slip from between his lips with an audible popping noise. He loved the fact that she had said that out loud. He wanted that. He wanted her to say it again. “I need to know what you want Mary.”

“More.” She said and this time she felt heat suffuse her face. She was pretty sure that his was something that a young lady should not be doing. “I want you to give me more ... Nash.” She repeated using his name this time. Why not? He seemed to be inordinately fond of using hers already.

He grinned again not even bothering to hide it. “That’s all you had to do girl.” He said and rocked himself against her almost experimentally. Sliding one of his hands down her body he placed it on her mound and moving it down opened her for him. As he made sure that he was positioned just right he looked down at her face. Her eyes were wide open, they looked slightly glazed over. “I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.” He promised not really sure where that had come from.

“You don’t have to be.” She tried to say but her words were drowned out by the groan that was pulled from his mouth as he thrust himself slowly into her tightness. Then letting out a curse she threw her head back on the pillow under her.