Paid to the Pirate by Una Rohr

Chapter 10

Charlotte

Ibegan to understand, and I was disgusted with myself.

My own body succumbed to pleasure in a way known only to men. And whores perhaps. But no Godly woman sought such bliss. A lady wasn’t even capable. Was she?

And even if she was (which she wasn’t) a beast of man like Colt couldn’t stir such passion in a woman.

And if he had (which he hadn’t) it wasn’t because of his punishment.

No, no. There must exist some other explanation. An episode of some sort, brought on by pain and terror. The mind, in a desperate attempt to save itself, worked to find pleasure to escape the pain. Obviously.

But why did I still feel an ache between my legs?

Why did I have a troubling dream about Colt -- the man I hated -- relieving that ache with those long fingers?