THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) Read Free Page B

what appeared to be an under-the-bust corset in a gorgeous red brocade. The other woman pulled the silk ribbons tight, cinching in Jillian’s waist with the steel boning and plumping up her breasts over the top edge. When she was done with the bindings, she adjusted the sleeves of Jillian’s blouse off her arms, then helped her into a pair of shiny, black, knee-length, patent leather boots with a three inch heel.
    Finished dressing Jillian, Claire turned her back around so she could see her reflection in the mirror.
    Jillian inhaled a startled breath, barely recognizing the wanton woman staring back at her. Her lustrous hair fell around her bare shoulders, framing the ample cleavage spilling indecently from the low, tight bodice of her blouse. The corset gave her curves a voluptuous, hour-glass shape, and if she wasn’t careful with the way she walked, the high slit in her skirt had the potential of flashing her girly-bits to anyone looking her way. The sexy, fuck-me boots laced up the sides and completed the seductive ensemble.
    “I think you’re going to cause quite the commotion with all those randy sailors at the auction today.”
    Claire’s comment pulled Jillian’s attention back to the other woman. “Auction?”
    “Yes, Mistress,” she said with a nod of her head. “Samson sells all the wenches he kidnaps to the highest bidder. It’s rumored that the notorious Black Heart will be there. Men fear him, and women revere him because he’s known for his insatiable sexual appetite.”
    Oh, my . Jillian’s mind raced as she realized which fantasy of hers Dean was creating—being taken by a dominant, rogue of a pirate. While she was certainly dressed the part of a wench , she had no idea what was about to transpire, but the thought of being ravished and plundered by a swashbuckling outlaw sent a secret, illicit thrill arcing through her, especially if Dean was Black Heart.
    A door behind her opened and an older man with a weathered face and gray grizzly beard strode in, dressed in tattered pirate garb. He held a coiled length of rope in one hand, and an old pistol was tucked into the belt wrapped around his waist.
    “I’ve come to fetch the dame,” he said, his voice gruff and slightly accented. “Is she ready?”
    “Yes, sir,” Claire responded, and stepped aside so the older man could approach Jillian.
    He stopped a few feet away, his narrowed eyes assessing all of her, seemingly pleased with what he saw. “What a bonny wench you are. You should bring in a tidy sum at the auction. These sailors have been at sea for months and are hungry for a taste of something sweet like you.”
    He walked behind her and gathered both of Jillian’s hands at the base of her spine. As soon as she felt him wrap the soft hewn rope around her wrists, she had a moment of uncertainty as fantasy blurred with reality, and her gaze sought Claire’s.
    The other woman must have sensed her panic, because Claire was quick to offer a reassurance. “Your safe word applies at all times.”
    Claire’s statement automatically calmed her, and let her know that Dean was truly orchestrating this entire scenario, even if he wasn’t present at the moment. Knowing she had that safeguard in place allowed her to slip into character and enjoy the fantasy.
    Once Samson had her hands secured, he grabbed her arm and led her through the door he’d just entered. As soon as they stepped through, Jillian noticed an immediate change . . . the corridor, made up of faded red brick, was cool and damp, with sconces lighting the way. As they neared the end of the tunnel, the sound of lyrical music, as well as loud, raucous laughter and general merriment grew louder, until the passageway opened into what appeared to be an old-time alehouse. The pub was filled with sailors and pirates who were drinking ale and rum, and chasing the tavern maids who didn’t seem to mind being man-handled, if their bawdy laughter was anything to go by.
    It all looked and