All the well-born eligible young men she had met at Templecombe or the Bath Pump Rooms had seemed just a parade of indifferent marriageable flesh to h...r young eyes. But Captain Prince was a man. And what a man. He just happened to be a dastardly villain who was wanted in eight countries. ‘Why would I choose to ally myself with a ruffian and a blackguard?’ said Kitty, tossing her head tempestuously. The Captain enclosed her with his arms, cupping a breast in each salt-roughened hand and tweaking. Green-striped black armour on the lighter frame hides the gladiator's body, but you can see his face. It is tattooed with stark lines that appear to radiate from beneath his thick goggles, streaking away round the back of his bald head and down his neck out of sight beneath the armour. A snarl of concentration is the only expression you have time to take in before the pneumatic blast of the harpoon launch forces you to blink and turn away.A fraction of a second has passed but when you look back. And, all the while I know your primary concern is me, my safety.”“Yes. And, I hope they do excite you. That would be the idea, anyway. We’ve already established that you are very sexual with submissive tendencies. If you feel safe and respected and comfortable, you will enjoy it more and accept challenges more. And, for me, I will also benefit.”I smiled wide at the thought. If he challenges me to expand my experiences, it has to be in ways that he has never been to before, too. We both gain and. .. how you would say ... country music video here,” she giggled.“Real America?” I asked.“I think so,” she nodded.I asked more questions about the part of Spain, she was from, and what the region was famous for. She delighted in telling me all about how beautiful her part of the country was and how she missed the mountains, the ocean and the fresh seafood.I couldn’t help but wonder if she was flirting with me when she told me she’d love to show me around her part of the world.“I live near.