Nanette's Capture (Brackish Bay Book 1) Read online

  Roy seemed thoughtful. Then he nodded. “The next time my men travel there, I'll have them deliver a message.”

  I beamed at him. “Thank you!”

  He smiled slightly. “Are you satisfied that I and my House mean you and your sister no harm?”

  I thought about it. I'd experienced pain many times at his hand and those of his men. But harmed? I didn't think we'd been harmed. He seemed to be far more honorable than, for example, those of Ken's Corner. Or the men who had attacked our parents, for that matter. “What will happen to my sister if we stay here?”

  He hunkered down, leaning against the wall and watching me. “She will grow up with Marcus and Julia's children. When she's a woman grown, she'll be allowed to chose a husband from the men available and interested.”

  “What men?”

  “My men. I have five stations, two on either side of the river where it broadens on its way to the sea. One here, on the island with us. All of my men are absolutely loyal, absolutely honorable. Any who are not are killed or sold.”

  I sucked in a breath. This man was even more powerful than most of the warlords I'd heard of growing up. It was even more imperative that he keep functioning, despite his woman's slow death. My heart ached for him.

  “And if there are none suitable?”

  “She'll be bound into slavery and offered to what man as has earned such a reward.”

  “Like me?”

  He nodded. “Like you.”

  I did not want Suzanna to become a slave. But if he had as many men as he said he did – and I remembered the number of voices on the dock when we arrived, the people who'd come in for supper the day before and dinner today, the men I saw out the windows patrolling. There were probably many eligible bachelors.

  “What did Jeffery do to earn me?”

  “He has been loyal to me for a long time. He and Devon run the fishing in the Bay. He's never asked to keep a woman before, not any of the ones we've found in our territory, not any of the grown daughters. There was just something about you.”

  I blushed, warmed and heartened. His eyes softened and he caressed my cheek.

  “You're good for this House, Nanette. I hope you come to consider this your home.”

  I looked down, unsure how to answer. For a long moment we stayed silent, contemplating the cruelties of the world. Eris, I begged wordlessly, if you would, heal Jessica. Protect Daddy and Mom. Watch over Suzanna. Nothing answered but a silent echo of my thoughts.

  Lauren found us there in the hallway. Her voice was gentle. “Come to supper, Roy.” He glanced at me and I put on my best stern face, wagging my finger at him. Lauren snorted. “I wouldn't do that so close to the dungeon if I were you.” I froze mid-wag, glancing involuntarily inside the room. Roy actually grinned then, and my mouth rounded into an O of consternation.

  “Come.” He held out a hand to me and helped me stand. “I'm too hungry to bother spanking you now.”

  I shivered, my hand still wrapped in his big one, and swallowed hard, glancing at him under my lashes. He was a rugged man. His hair was dark and short, his muscles heavy and veined. A long scar ran across his jaw and continued down the middle of his neck. I wondered what – or who – had caused it, and decided I was very glad that my teasing had not angered him.

  We entered the dining room together, and it was just the inner circle of men again. Tobin had Stephanie's hair in a fist as she knelt at his knee, and Jeffrey had moved my cushion so it was between his and Devon's chair. My pulse beat harder at the implication. Roy led me to it and released me. I sank down, embarrassed to realize I'd still had the skirts tied up around my thighs. I untied it while Lauren brought out the plates.

  The food was a thick stew, and no amount of making eyes at Jeffery would convince him to hand me a spoon this time, so I hunkered down, trying to figure out the best way to eat it. Stephanie had tucked her wrists under the rim of the plate, tipping it up slightly, then biting and licking the food out of the side closest to her. She ignored me. I attempted to imitate her, but accidentally spilled some. Chagrined, I resorted to picking out the chunks with my fingers. The fish was tender and the roots were deliciously mealy, but both tended to fall apart when grasped. Eating supper like a pet was an exercise in frustration. It was made even more difficult by Devon's tendency to reach down and pinch my aching bottom now and again.

  When it was over, Jeffery handed me a damp cloth to wash with, and I cleaned the floor before taking my plate to the kitchen. I had just started to wash the dishes when Jeffery appeared in the doorway.

  “Come, Nanette,” he said, and Lauren shooed me away from the sink.

  I followed him to his room, Devon following close behind. Jeffery gestured at me. “Strip.”

  I obeyed, and the men left. Biting my lip I waited, and finally they returned, lugging one of the tubs. It was filled with steaming water. When it had been set on the floor, Jeffery pointed. “In.”

  I obeyed, sighing. The hot water felt so very good on my aching body. I reached for the washcloth on the handle, but Devon took it from me.

  “My turn.”

  His ministrations were faster than Jeffery's had been the first morning, but more arousing, given my day of teasing. I moaned, arching into his hand when he washed my breasts. When his hand found the swollen nub between my nether lips and pinched it, I jerked, splashing water out of the tub and crying out. Jeffery knelt behind me and pinched my raw nipples, dipping his head to whisper in my ear.

  “I hear you've been a good little slave today.”

  “Yes, sir!”

  “Even Roy said so, despite having to punish you.”

  I warmed up, pleased beyond expectation that he said it, hot for Jeffery's rough ministrations. “Yes, sir!”

  “But you still have a few more things to do before you get any relief.”

  I whimpered. “Sir?”

  “You have to suck me. And you have to suck Devon.” I squirmed, caught between their pinching fingers. The thought of two cocks down my throat ignited something in my core.

  “Yes, sir!”

  He grinned that cruel smile, and stood up. Devon pinched hard on my clit; I jerked when he released me.

  “Out.” I obeyed, and Jeffrey wrapped me in a towel before stripping and getting in the hot bath. I stood adrift, watching his hard muscles as he scrubbed himself efficiently. When he was finished, he knelt up, lazily stroking his hard cock and watching my expression. I bit my lip, unable to look away, unable to do anything but fantasize about his thickness inside me. He got out, and Devon got in. I watched him next, comparing him to his brother. He was a little shorter, but their shoulders were equally broad. His hair was a shade darker, but his cock was just as thick and long, his balls just as heavy. I found my mouth filling with saliva at the thought of his hands in my hair.

  As I watched, Jeffery finished drying himself and slid a hand up the back of my neck, tightening in my hair. His left arm wrapped around my waist and his lips teased my ear as he spoke. “You belong to me. Devon doesn't get to use any of your holes except your smart mouth. You will be a good little slave and please him, won't you?”

  I squirmed, both at the thought of Devon's cock in my mouth, and Jeffery's cock elsewhere. He bit the juncture of my neck and my shoulder and I gasped, my hands lifting to push him away, then hovering, helpless, as he ignored my protest.

  Devon was out of the tub now. He watched me with half-closed eyes as he stroked his hard length. “Ready, Nanette?”

  I nodded, and Jeffery pushed me to my knees. I looked up to see Devon watching me, then opened my mouth for him. He placed the tip of his cock on my tongue, then stood still, his hands behind his back.

  “Please me.”

  I hesitated, uncertain what he would like, but when he simply waited, I licked the smooth head. Bolder, I licked down his shaft to his hair, then back again. Feeling a bit like a cat with cream, I covered his cock in teasing licks.

  “Don't forget my balls.”

  I sh
ifted lower, licking his hairy balls until they were glistening with my saliva. He widened his stance so I could reach better, and I laved him thoroughly, from perineum to seeping hole.

  I felt Jeffery kneel down behind me, and I anticipated his fingers on my nipples. I did not anticipate the sharp bite of something cold and hard. I yelped, jerking away from Devon and looked down. Clamps were fastened on my nipples, a chain dangling between them. The jaws were cruel on my thick nipples and I whimpered, eyes watering. Jeffery's hands lifted my heavy breasts, jiggling them so that the chain tugged on the clamps. I whimpered. His gravely voice whispered in my ear. “Keep sucking.”

  Reaching for Devon, I wrapped my hands around his hips to brace myself, and took his cock inside my mouth. On my own, I could only take it about two thirds of the way down, sucking and licking as I bobbed on his shaft. Jeffery stopped me.

  “I want to use your ass.”

  I froze, eyes flying wide open. Devon stepped away, and Jeffery patted the bed.

  “Up here.”

  I climbed on, the weight on my sore nipples stirring my arousal to fever pitch. Devon stood beside the bed, facing me, and I crawled forward. This time he took my hair in his hands, pulling me down slowly, so very slowly that I had time to relax my throat and swallow him whole. Concentrating on breathing, I forgot momentarily about Jeffery's words, until his knees settled beside mine and I felt his oiled fingers pressing against my bottom hole. “Relax your asshole, little slave.”

  Something in the way he said it, the tender strictness in his voice, compelled me to obey. So I did. His finger slid in deep, and I moaned around Devon's cock. Devon held my head down until I gagged, my body tensing, my asshole squeezing Jeffery's finger until the sensation radiated through my pelvis. Devon relaxed his grip on my head and I pulled back, sucking in air. Jeffery slid his finger in and out, in and out, stroking my insides and capturing my attention. My cunt felt neglected, empty and grasping, juice flooding my thighs. His finger slid all the way out, and I mewed, wanting.

  His oiled cock slid against my crack, and then pressed hard on my asshole. Devon pulled my head forward, brushing my lips with his curly hair, and I swallowed hard, trying not to gag.

  “Relax, little slave.”

  Devon pushed me back, shoving my face down against the bed, my mouth empty and covered in drool. The position pushed my ass against Jeffery, and he slid in, pressing deep until I was stuffed full and moaning. Being held down, my clamped nipples pressed hard against the bed, my hips caught in Jeffery's big hands – it all wrapped around my core and I cried out, desperate for release. Jeffery began to thrust, his hips banging mine, his heavy balls slapping my sopping cunt lips, teasing my swollen clit. Devon pulled my head back up and rammed his cock down my throat until I gagged, tears streaming out of my eyes. I rocked forward and back, each thrust from one man knocking me into the other.

  Jeffery's voice. “Squeeze me hard.”

  I clenched my asshole, and the pleasure stepped up, increasing with each stroke.

  Devon's voice. “Suck me.”

  I tried to keep suction on his cock, but he thrust hard, banging the back of my throat until I just gave up, reveling in the intensity of every sensation. When I came, it was a wave of feelings too big for my body to contain. I cried out until I was hoarse, my throat vibrating with my groans, my asshole slick and tight. Devon erupted first, shooting hot cum down my throat as I swallowed and sucked, not wanting to lose a drop. He pulled out and I collapsed forward onto the bed, Jeffery still ramming my ass. Devon's hands under my soft breasts released the clamps and rubbed my nipples. Pain shot through my breasts and I came again, bucking against Jeffery's hips. This time he came, his hips sealed tight against my welted bottom as hot cum spurted deep in my bowels.

  I didn't remember falling asleep. I did remember waking briefly as Jeffery wiped me down. Lifting me, he tucked me under the sheets, his arms wrapped around me from behind. I slept.

  Chapter 9

  My days started to fall into a routine. I awoke in Jeffery's arms. I had breakfast in the kitchen and worked with Lauren on whatever needed to be done. I ate at Jeffery's feet if he came in for dinner or supper, and in the kitchen if he did not. My heart warred with conflicting wants over meals – as much as I preferred to eat in the kitchen, I began to crave his touch, his presence, with a surety that eclipsed every other desire. The scab of my bite peeled off and it was just a pair of dark pink crescents on his forearm. In the evenings, he took me to his bed and fucked me into oblivion. If Jeffery was feeling generous, Devon helped.

  The first day he was gone for the night, it hurt.

  He wasn't present for supper, but I had grown accustomed to him coming in late some days, if a net needed extra mending, or there was a greater catch than expected. So I was cleaning the kitchen, waiting to hear his footsteps, when Devon came in.

  “Nanette.”

  I turned, blushing with pleasure at the thought of him playing with us that night.

  “Come.”

  I dried my hands and followed. When we didn't enter Jeffery's room, instead turned into Devon's, I was surprised. He pointed to a cushion and I knelt down, my brows raised.

  “Where is Jeffery?”

  “He won't be back for the next week, at least. He's taking the batch of brined fish to the village to sell.”

  I knew that men were sent in with fresh fish every day, but I hadn't known they kept part of their salable catch to preserve.

  “Why?”

  “There's a lot. One of us always goes with the very big shipments like this. We sell it in lots to the stores, not to individuals like the fresh fish.”

  “Oh.” I continued to kneel, watching him remove his clothing and hang it up, washing himself quickly in the basin. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”

  He indicated the bed. “With me.”

  My heart rate sped up, uncertainty flitting through my thoughts. I wished Jeffery had told me this, not let me discover it myself.

  “Do – do you want me to please you, first?” I blushed, my tongue touching the roof of my mouth as I remembered the salty bitter tang of his cock, similar but not quite the same as his brother's.

  He sat back on the bed. “Yes.”

  I crawled to him, my heavy breasts swaying. I knelt up, holding tight to his hairy knees. He caressed my face, running his thumb over my lower lip until I bit it, trying to ease the tingling sensation. He smiled and guided my face down. I began to lick his half-mast cock until it woke up. I grinned, knowing I was the reason it stood at attention. He spread his legs wider, shifting closer to the edge of the bed so I could lick his balls, also. I had found he liked that almost better than my tongue on his shaft, so I'd learned to pay special attention to them.

  Intent on my task, his hands on my breasts startled me. Freeing them from the crisscrossing fabric that made up my dress, he fondled them, jumpstarting my own arousal. I moaned around his cock when he pinched the tips, rolling them between his fingers until they swelled. My hair brushed his chest as he hunched over me, flicking his fingers over my thick buds. I sucked harder, eager to swallow his cock. I'd gotten better at breathing around their thrusts, and something about having my face helpless before their onslaught left me dripping wet. Mostly everything they did to me left me dripping wet, and tonight was no exception. By the time he was ready to ram my throat, there was a puddle on the floor. He released my sore nipples, standing to grab my head. I groaned, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, his wiry hair scratching my lips, his flat belly bumping my nose. He spurted, as usual, holding me tight to his hips until he'd finished. I swallowed hard, gasping for air.

  He lay back on the bed and I stripped, going to the basin to wash off. Baths were a less frequent luxury. Naked except for the constant chain on my throat, I climbed into bed beside him.

  He spoke, his voice a half step higher than his brother's. “I want to try something.”

  I watched him, eyes wide. He smiled that lazy smile, then reache
d down to spread my legs. I surrendered, my swollen lips parting, my cunt dripping. His fingers found my clit and I twitched, my nipples crinkling into harder points.

  “Hold your thighs open.”

  I obeyed, my hands pressing down. He ran the palm of his hand over my wet lips, coating the whole of it with my arousal. I moaned. He lifted his hand, and spanked my open lips. I jerked, my legs closing and a cry coming from my lips.

  “No. I told you to hold your thighs open. Do it, or I'll spank them too.”

  I whimpered, then pressed down hard. His wet hand grazed my swollen flesh. I squeezed my eyes shut. That was worse. The slap burned my tender bits and I cried out, my eyes flying open. “Oh! Please! Please no!”

  “Shush, little girl.”

  I took a deep breath, settling back on the bed, but kept my eyes on his arm. He stroked me, spreading my lips for better access to my clit. I closed my eyes, arching back. The slap startled me again, hot and stinging. I moaned, feeling the throb start, pain twisting into pleasure. He slid his hand along my slit again, wetting it thoroughly. I forced myself to watch, no matter how soothing it was. He raised his hand, and I held my breath. He slapped down, rebounding on my wet skin with a pop. I gasped, panting, the sting nearly too much for me to bear.

  “Close your lips for me.”

  I hesitated until he took my hands and placed them on either side of my swollen cunt lips, pressing them closed. I whimpered, and he spanked my outer lips, a dozen times, until they stung and burned.

  “Open them.”

  I let them part, but he pinched my lips, showing me how he wanted me to hold them, spread wide. I whined, but he ignored me, spanking the inner lips and my clit. I shook, my fingers digging in as my slippery flesh tried to escape my grip. When he was satisfied with the crimson hue of my punished flesh, he stopped. I moaned, completely incoherent. He watched me beg, amused that he could bring me to that.

  Finally he took pity on me, and slid a single finger inside my cunt. I clenched, gasping, tipping my hips towards his hand. I found my voice. “More... please! Please! F – fu – fuck me, please!”