He returned to sleep with her in his arms, holding her tightly but carefully so as not to disturb the welts that adorned her body. He could feel them as he gently brushed his hand up her back, and felt her body tense as she slept. In all his years, twas the first time he ever felt the sting of tears in his eyes as he thought about what he had done to her, the pain he had forced upon her. Her gentle purrs soothed his mind, though his fear still remained, fears of seeing hatred in her eyes instead of the forgiveness he imagined he saw earlier.
They slept the day away, undisturbed by his men who still sought out his whereabouts on the ship, reluctant to disturb the sleeping lass in his cabin. Just as the sun was setting, there was a soft knock upon the door, and a gentle voice that called out �m�lady?� His eyes flew open quickly, forgetting for a moment all that had happened, for his dreams had taken them back to that first night in her bed. His protectiveness of her instinctual already as he quickly jumped from bed grabbing a pistol, before he had a chance to realize where they were. There was a knock again, and then the door opened a bit, one of his men peeking his head in, �m�lady?� he said again before he had a chance to see the Captain standing there, pistol drawn. With mouth gaping he began to stammer, �sorry Capt�n, we didn�t know� we thought�� but his voice faded when they heard her melodic voice �ye didn�t know what?� The Captain turned, laying his pistol back on the table and going to her. He sat on the bedside, gathering her in his arms, his eyes staring into hers. He felt her wince, relaxing his grip around her. His eyes never leaving hers, when his man began to speak again. �Twas only comin� to see if she would like something to eat Capt�n.� �Yes� the captain nodded, �bring us both food and drink, and also, plenty of hot water and some salve for m�lady�s wounds.�
His men carried in buckets of water, dumping them into the wooden tub as they ate. When finished, he took her hand leading her to the warm water. Very slowly he unbuttoned his shirt that she wore, kissing each and every welt that covered her. His tongue moved slowly between her thighs, his lips following a pale red stripe that led him to heaven. Her hands on his shoulders, she raised a foot, putting it on the edge of the tub while his tongue sought out her juices. Her hands moved to his long hair, twisting it around her fingers, his caresses removing all thoughts of pain from her mind. His insistent tongue licked at her cleft, moving in between her nether lips to find her sensitive spot that brought an immediate moan to her lips. Her body quivered, his mouth sucking on the hard little rose bud that lay hidden there. His hands on her rump helping to steady her, her body beginning to tense and tremble as he brought her to climax. His tongue didn�t stop though. He lapped up all of her nectar, his own passions starving for her. He didn�t stop until she climaxed for him once more. As he stood, her juices running down his chin, he smiled. The look in her eyes had never changed. The love within them still shone brightly, nowhere could he see even the slightest bit of blame or hate. He looked at her, at her stripes and grinned. �M�lady, I know cats hate water, but my little striped tabby kitten, we must get ye cleaned off.� He scooped her up in his arms, lowering her gently into the warm water. He knelt beside the tub, carefully washing her, the tenderness in his caress even surprising to him. While he washed her, they shared kisses, each growing more passionate. Her nipples grew hard as he stroked them, the smile on her lips growing when he leaned over the water and began licking them each in turn, tugging at one then the other gently with his teeth. He moved to her feet, tickling her toes, making her giggle. Such joy he had never known before, he wondered in amazement as to how her simple smile could change his whole outlook. He worked his way up her legs, gently caressing her inners thighs. She lay back in the tub, raising her feet to either side of it. Her legs open wide as his fingers explored her body beneath the water. His finger moving in and out of her slowly, his thumb stroking her tender spot, he leaned over to kiss her. Her arms came out of the water, encircling him and soaking him as well. He pulled back, ending their kiss as he looked at his dripping shirt, and then back to her. �Ye should not have done that m�lady� he said in his best gruff voice. He stood up, heading towards the lash, his back to her, hiding the smile on his face. �Yes m�lord, I am sorry � he heard her purr, but it was too late. He slowly shook his head, turning back to her as he feigned to reach for the lash with an angered expression. But then his smile broke the gruff exterior of his face, and he began removing his clothes. Before she could say another word, he was in the tub with her, pulling her into his arms, the water splashing out all over the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his swollen member pressed between them. He nuzzled her neck while she began to caress his back, pouring water over it. Freeing his dark hair from the cord that bound it, she took great pleasure in washing and exploring his body. She began to stroke his shaft, her hands moving slowly up and down it, and his lips on her neck brought a chorus of purrs and moans from them. He could no longer wait, could no longer handle her teasing strokes, he grabbed her by the rump, raising her slightly and then lowering her down, impaling her gently on his member. She moaned, sliding down it carefully until he was completely buried within her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs about his waist, their lips met in an impassioned embrace. He supported her by her rump, lifting them from the cooling water. She continued to move up and down his throbbing member as he carried her across the room, laying her in his bed. Never once did he leave the warmth of her body, and as they lay down, he continued to move deep within her, slow steady thrusts, her heard her purrs turning to moans and his own climax building. He began to move faster, thrusting harder, her fingernails clawing down his back, offering him a bit of pain with his pleasure. He felt her muscles tensing, clenching him inside of her, and climaxed with her. They collapsed together, he held her tight while she drifted off to sleep. But he was unable to allow sleep to take him, wondering with concern as to what he was to do with the kitten in his arms.
We drove on through the night, the driver knowing the way home. You held your naked kitten in your arms. Cradling me in one arm, my head against your shoulder, i purred softly as i slept. Your hand stroked my bare back as you held me, the other resting on my bare thighs, fingers lightly caressing them. As we drove down Route 6 from Provincetown, towards our home you looked out into the dark night while you listened to my soft breathing. You thought back to the events of the party, how your kitten taunted and teased almost every man, and every woman there, and still, she was yours. The light of the moon shone thru the window, my ivory skin glowing softly. You saw the glint of the ring I wore on my finger, your ring. Your kitten. You were amazed at how quickly I had become a part of your life. Almost as if I had always been a part of it. When we passed the Highland Light, its light brightening up the car for a moment and you looked at me, clad in nothing but the jeweled velvet collar you put around my neck the first time your darkness had completely claimed me as your own. Something in your eyes changed. No longer present was the feral hunger that had filled you earlier, no longer did you want to �possess� me. You suddenly needed me, needed to know that I would be with you forever. You spoke softly to the driver, telling him where to stop up ahead by the Highlands. But now to wake your sleeping kitten. Your fingers move up on my inner thighs, finding my warmth and wetness that lies between. You began to caress me, your finger moving up inside of me, so tenderly, your thumb caressing me. I stirred in your arms, my sleeping purrs grew louder, my legs parting as your finger filled me. My eyes still closed, my hands slide up your chest, moving around your shoulders. You continued to caress me softly till the car began to pull of the side of the road. You smiled then, pulling me closer to your mouth, your lips finding my neck; your thumb began to rub me faster, harder. You bit my neck gently, sucking on it, feeling my body tense, as you knew it would. A passionate growling escaped my lips, your finger buried deep within me, I climaxed for you. My heart pounding as I rested in your lap, smiling at you. You kissed my eyes, my nose, my lips, then whispered, �come Kitten, lets take a walk.�
As she slept in his bed, he made sure she was well covered and warm, sleeping soundly, before he got up, slipping on his pants, crept from the room heading up on deck. The dark look on his face, the fire in his dark eyes troubled the men; they did not know what to expect as they waited for his rage at their deeds. But he just sat in silence, staring out at the ocean and the night sky. After a while, he finally spoke up, talking to no one in particular, yet all the men listened closely. �We cannot keep her on this ship, tis too dangerous for her. We cannot return her to her family for she has become �tainted� now. I would have each and every one of you responsible for her being here swinging by your neck from the mast,� he paused for a long moment, the two men responsible beginning to look worried again, �but�� He was at a loss for words. Unable to speak of the emotions that she filled him with. Emotions he had never felt before in his life. He began to laugh then, how one little kitten holding within her the fury of the northern winds, the calmness of the southern breeze, could knock his life off course he will never understand, but she had. The men around him laughed too, a bit of the tension leaving the air, and a few even pointing out the red claw marks running down his back, prodding him about them, teasingly saying that he was dosed with his own medicine. The men began to pass around a few bottles, the ocean calm that night. They talked as she slept, making plans for her future. It had been over a week since their departure from Falmouth, the ship had journeyed around the Cape and already headed back. They were to be near Provincetown before morn, they would continue up the coast for a time, towards Truro or Wellfleet. They had taken her from Falmouth, and not wanting her to be to far from her family incase she were to need them while he was away, this area seemed quite suitable to him. Near dawn she woke, donning his shirt, she left his room for the first time, finding her way to the deck and back into his arms. He explained to her what they must do, and though the tears fell from her eyes, she knew he was right.
They dropped anchor just before noon, finding her something suitable to wear he took her ashore. While the men loaded up on supplies, he found for her a small cottage to live in over looking the ocean, one where she could watch for his return. He made sure his kitten was to be well taken care of, and to ne�er want for anything while he was away. He swore to her before he set sail that he would always return her, and she promised him she would always wait for his return. Out the back door of their cottage, a white flagstone path led to the edge of the bluff. Many days and nights she would stand there watching, waiting for his return, or taking the path to the beach below, standing on the sand, the waves licking at her feet, a smile growing on her lips when she saw his ship heading towards town. He would always return to her, bringing her gifts and trinkets, but none she cherished more than him.
Early October saw him come home, and she ran into his arms. They walked across the dunes that night hand in hand. He pointed out to her the different stars in the sky, explaining to her their positions and how they helped him and the men navigate the ships course. She smiled when he pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. His kisses moved over her chin, and down her neck to her cleavage. He grinned up at her, grabbing hold of the satin ribbons that tied her bodice closed. Tugging them with his mouth, his hands raising her skirt, caressing her inner thighs. Her breasts exposed to the night, he playfully licked at her hardening nipples, raising the flames that burnt within her. Her hands moved to his waist, tugging his pants down as she slipped from his teasing grasp to kneel before him. The sparkle of the stars filled her eyes, as she looked up into his, his hard shaft in her gently stroking hands. She kissed the head of it, her tongue slipping from her mouth the trace a trail down its entire length, only to move around it and come back up the other side of it. Her tongue then swirled around his head before her lips surrounded him, pulling him into her mouth. His soft moans, and his fingers twisting into her hair, guiding her head as he thrust his shaft deeper into her throat brought a smile to her heart. Her teeth offered him a bit of enhanced sensation as they scraped lightly across his member when he withdrew from her mouth, her tongue teasing his head, rolling it in her mouth when he thrust back in again. She felt him swelling more inside of her mouth, heard his moans increasing as he neared climax, but just before letting himself go, he withdrew from her mouth, kneeling before her. He stared into her eyes, and then taking her hand, he placed a ring on her finger. Though they were never legally joined, their hearts had been bound for all eternities, and he vowed his undying love for her that night, as she did for him. Tears of happiness fell down her cheeks, glistening in the moonlight; he pulled her into his lap, slowly lowering her down on his hard shaft. Their bodies rocked together slowly, passionately, gently coming together as they waves rolled upon the beach. Long after he exploded inside of her, filling her with his seed, they remained together not moving, just holding each other tightly. The next morning saw him leave her tear stained cheeks with a kiss and a promise as he returned to his ship and the ocean.
The door opening, I crawled out of your lap stepping into the cool night air, wearing only your collar yet. You smiled at me, removing your long leather coat and wrapping it around me. The driver returned to the car to wait as you took my hand, leading me from the car out onto the tufted dunes of Highland Cliffs. On the top of one, very near the water you stopped, pointing to a faint light far off in the distance. I smiled at you, and you pulled me to you, your hands caressing my cheeks, staring into my eyes. I was about to say something when you placed your finger to my lips, then removed the coat laying it to the ground. I could hear the waves below us crashing onto the beach, the moon above us so beautiful. I knelt down on the coat, removing your pants, your member already so erect, I stroked it tenderly and then took it into my mouth. Your hands wrapped into my hair, releasing it from its binds, letting it cascade across my shoulders and down my back. I sucked on your shaft, pulling it in deeper into my mouth, bringing you towards climax. You stopped me then. I looked up into your eyes, and there was something in them, something so hard to explain. There was not a hunger but a 'need' in them. I felt as though you needed to claim me at that moment, to be sure i could stay with you. To love your �light� side as well as your darkness. You needed to place your seed inside of me, and make me yours. You knelt down, laying me back on the coat, making love to me. You entered me so gently, rocking steadily with the sound of the waves below. Twas your eyes I saw, your eyes that looked into mine as I felt the hot rush of your seed entering me. A smile and a purr from my lips, a gentle kiss on yours removed all doubts from your mind as I accepted your seed and your love into me, willingly. You knew then that I was bound to you, all of you. We lay there the cool air blowing over us, entwined in each other, our hearts pounding together. I held to you as tightly as you held onto me, our love out growing all boundaries set by time, something in both of us awakening.
Each night that passed, she would walk down the flagstone path that led from their cottage to the bluff. She would look out over the ocean, praying for his safe return. Near mid October, around the time for his return a fierce storm raged over the ocean. She stood out in the winds and torrential rains, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she waited for her love to return. She fell into a fitful sleep that night, waking with a scream sometime just before dawn. A heavy darkness filled her heart, encompassed her soul and she knew he was gone. Her mind refused to believe what her heart knew was true. She spent each day walking the beach below their home, searching the horizon for his ship that she knew would never return, and each night found her walking the cold flagstone out to the cliffs, staring down at the water, her heart calling to him. Twas near a month since he placed the ring on her finger when she walked down the flagstones one last time finding her way to the beach in the moonlight. She walked the waters edge, her heart filled with sorrow, tears rolling down her cheeks. The waves moving in with the tide caressed her feet, calling her to join him. The wind blew her hair, her skirt swirling about her legs, her fingers fidgeting with the ring she wore on her finger and the only thing in her thoughts was being with him.
The cool night air chilled me, covering my flesh with goosebumps. Your rubbed my arms, then stood to dress, wrapping your coat around me again. We stood there together, my back to you, you had an arm around my waist holding to me, your head beside mine. Your chin on my shoulder, the breezes blowing my hair back, tickling your nose. As we stood there staring out over the water, the moon shining down, a young woman walked up the beach towards us. You could tell she had been crying, the glistening tears still trailing down her cheeks. A terrible sadness filled her. She looked very old fashioned; wearing a white blouse, off her shoulders, long dark hair cascading down over her pale flesh, blowing in the wind, mostly hiding her face. She had on a long dark skirt that swirled around her in the wind. She kept looking out over the water as if searching for something she could never find, and finally, a short distance from us, she stopped. The waves coming up, licking at her bare feet, she stood there and cried. We watched her, mesmerized, never saying a word. I filled with an unexplainable sorrow, and I felt your arm tightening around me. As we watched, I could almost see through her, I could see the whitecaps as they approached the shore through her body as if she were nothing more than a translucent image upon the shore. She took a hesitant step towards the water, and I wanted to say something, to tell her no, but I didn't, I couldn't. Again she took another step into the water, and you held me tighter, almost as if you were trying to hold her back. She was holding onto something, something inside of her that wouldn't let her just run into the surf, to fade away from life. Some hope or dream that kept her. I couldn't watch as she took another step, I closed my eyes, losing myself in your arms, fighting against the sudden pain and sorrow, the great sense of loss that filled me. Then as fast as it had come the sorrow was gone, and the only thing I felt was my happiness and your arm around me. I opened my eyes and she was still there, but no longer alone. The man brushed her tears away before holding her tightly in his arms. There they remained in an endless embrace, just as we stood above them on the bluff, your arms around me, holding me tight against your chest. I felt your warm breath upon my neck, a tear falling down my cheek as you whispered
He held her tight in his arms, kissing her tears away. She had finally come to him and he would never let her go again. His warm breath upon her neck as he whispered
�Welcome home Kitten.�
For the man from my past who leads me into my future, and the man of the present who holds the key to them both�
� by darkest angell