Freedom Pioneers : "Expeditions" [Ch6iv]

CHAPTER SIX Continues …

‘Is he dangerous?’ she asked.
‘Dangerous enough in that he’s a complete irritation!’ Michael said letting his annoyance over the man show in his voice. ‘But when a fight breaks out you can be sure he’s the one cowering and whimpering in the tiniest sheltered corner.’ He again looked over to Jake as if including the man in the same cowardly company.

It made Rhiannan look over and see the man’s glistening eyes watching her. Reluctantly she realised she could not prolong standing beside Michael any longer without those beady lurid eyes watching hungrily, and so moved to sit in the other chair. Equally reluctantly Michael had to let her go.

‘That’s why he has that manservant. That bloke is a dim witted stone wall that hits first and asks why later. Definitely not someone you would like to chance by down a dark alley late at night.’

‘Yes but will that mean you have to stay hidden from him?’ she asked presuming she would need to stay the cabin boy until he’d left.
‘Probably not, but it’s best you do. While his manservant has the reputation to wary men, Lord George has one to wary women.’

She stared at him in shock realising exactly what Jake had been indicating earlier and then screwing up her nose which made Michael laugh, though he wasn’t sure she did it at the prospect of being assailed by George or the thought of buggary; afterall what did she know of sex? Then he remembered his last night in the cell and his core glowed. If only she could remember it, he would vouch she knew about sex brilliantly. In his eyes, he could have portrayed the memory of that night’s passionate activity and the desire to repeat it, for she looked up and their gaze locked and suddenly her cheeks were flaming.

Rhiannan couldn’t look away. His eyes had darkened and she’d been trapped by the burning desire glowing in their depths and suddenly she remembered those same eyes above her, a dank musty smelling dark place lit by a single spluttering candle, dampness, coldness all around her but inside her the hottest piercing pain radiating through her. But when she thought she’d be fighting him off she realised at the time she was actually clinging to him! She remembered the feel of him pressing down onto her; filling her arms; her hands clinging to his shoulders, the tips of her fingers aware of the deep wounds from the lashing he’d endured; the deep sorrow she still harboured for him over that. She knew she held him to her as much with her bare legs over his, the feel of the roughness of his prison garb contrasting with his strong warm sweating flesh against the softness of her inner thighs; then the most intimate feel of his lower stomach skin against hers, his soft curling hair blending with hers. It was then that she’d blushed furiously as she realised she remembered what had transpired between them that night … and that her insides now screamed out with the agony of the deepest demanding longing to repeat it again right there and then.

He watched her close her eyes and swallow, then when she opened them she stared straight into his and he knew she’d remembered. Though he wasn’t prepared for the inferno burning in her eyes, and therefore wasn’t sure if it was, as he hoped, echoing sexual desire or if she now harboured total hatred for him for what had happened.

Rhiannan could not speak, which was just as well for she could not think of what to say. Did she ask him if it were definitely him that had become so intimate with her in some dank place? She still had no idea how she actually came to be in such a place or was it just some kind of nightmare she’d had perhaps while under Grouse’s drug induced state; for it seems that this event, be it a dream or actual, had occurred during that time.

But if she hadn’t been in such a drugged state she would never have been in that dank place, but if she had she would have remembered clearly what had transpired. Michael had not been in such a state, which meant he did remember clearly exactly what they had done, and always had. She could even correctly guess that, as she had been a total innocent before hand and so could not have instigated that which she knew nothing of, logically it stood to reason that he had. As her mind registered that he had taken her in the most intimate of ways and had remembered it clearly it also dawned on her that she could no longer trust him about anything; for he hadn’t told her, hadn’t establish if she even knew, but mostly sadly she realised it had to colour his marriage proposal. For why else would he want to marry her if not to ensure his security against justice for his previous assault upon her or indeed to ensure regular repeats of that evening’s activity at his whim? A small part of her screamed out that she’d be more than happy to comply but a bigger part of her suddenly didn’t know what to trust any more! And so, feeling totally insecure and completely vulnerable, she did what any cornered animal would do; attacked.

‘You bastard!’ she hissed shocking herself but also finding power in such language. ‘You absolute bloody bastard!’ she screamed at him leaping to her feet. ‘How dare you do that to me?’

Both men were taken totally by surprise. Jake, for he had no idea what they had shared before in a seemingly completely different existence and Michael for underestimating her anger. Belatedly Michael leapt to his feet to stop her from storming from the cabin; more to save her from blowing her cover to that nymphomaniac George, and less to try and salvage any chance they may have at wedded bliss.

‘Leave off!’ she screeched as his hand grabbed her arm. ‘Don’t you dare touch me!’
‘Rhiannan please …’ he begged
‘Was it you that had Grouse drug me? Did you fancy me and have some disgusting desire to bed me in a filthy pit?’ Coming so unexpectedly to such a conclusion surprised her, but in the heat of the moment it made complete sense.

How could she think of that? He was gob smacked. Her words contained such venom, her tone such vicious hatred, and the idea that he could commission Grouse to bring her to his cell … he was utterly paralysed with shock at her attack.

‘Don’t think you will ever touch me again, you … you …’ words failed her.

Her heart was shattering and she couldn’t take the pain of the loss of her misplaced security. But she knew she couldn’t stay there seeing his face echoing her pain, mocking her for her stupidity. She turned, freed the bolt and fled. Behind her in the open doorway he stood motionless, too shocked to go after her.

‘Kent! By Jove I have found you at last!’

Blinking Michael realised George stood before him in all his outmoded foppish splendour. The man had changed into a pair of bright blue bloomers, a bright yellow silk vest, the whitest of shirts with the new high necked, over folded cravat and to top it off a bright red redingote.

Trying to find his lost composure Michael dropped his eyes and wished he hadn’t, for the man before him was wearing white stockings and red shoes with large gold, fully diamond encrusted, buckles. He rubbed his forehead with one hand and closed his eyes but all he could see was the pain in Rhiannan’s eyes dancing with the diamonds of those buckles and he knew if he could not win Rhiannan back he would be better off lost in Davey Jones’ locker.

Freedom Pioneers : "Expeditions" [Ch6iv]


Frankston, Australia

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For my NaNoWriMo challenge

One Part of a three part novel.
A spin off from my Daintree Daughter’s Book

Chapter 6 continues
This chapter began – here
continues – here
and here

Expeditions begins – here

Beware: this is a realistic Adult book & not a pretty tale like my poetry

It tells of the fight to become free and happy, with the leading characters first facing the trials of the ugly side of life, and the shackles of their pasts dragging at them as they carve their own standard of living.

Who knew what really happens in the mystical Tropical Islands of South America? Who knows what went on the the dens of iniquity encouraged by the tropical heat and scantily clad people.
Back in the mid 1800s there was still a strong pull for Piracy if for nothing else than the immoral indulgences and the black market trade the world over.

I do wish to apologise if this fictitious re-enactment offends anyone – my intention was to put my leading characters through extraordinary experiences, not offend.

So all that aside I hope you can enjoy the story! ☼

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