Pirate Booty

First Place in "The Weekly Quickie Contest"  [18+]--week of 9/14/08 Prompt was pirate girl.

Pacing the deck, the taste of battle still in my mouth; I watched as the men from the merchant ship were forced to kneel before me. My first mate winked at me as I passed him. "Will ye be choosing a prisoner?"

I looked the men over, eyes flicking across them as I made my choice. Pointing to a blond with his hands tied behind his back, I instructed, "That one."

Two of my men hauled my choice to his feet, shoving him towards my cabin, already making lewd comments. "The brig, Captain?" he asked.

"Aye." I started towards my cabin, my first mate trailing alongside. "I don't want to be disturbed."

"Aye." He grinned as I opened the door. "Enjoy yourself now."

The captive glared at me as I shut the door behind me. "I won't willingly bed a man," he spat. "Ye'll have to rape me."

I shrugged, unconcerned, as I reached for the pins that held my hair in place. A few tugs and the heavy, black mass cascaded down to my waist. "Good thing I'm not male," I replied. As he gaped at me, I drew the knife at my waist and motioned for him to turn around. A quick cut sliced his bonds. "What's your name?"

He rubbed his wrists, seemingly surprised by my actions. "James."

"Elizabeth," I offered in return before checking the dishes on the table. "Ye hungry?"

"Why are you being so nice?"

I raked my eyes over him, enjoying the glimpses of skin I got where his clothes had been torn by the fighting. "I'll get what I want, but I see no reason not to feed you first." I sauntered closer. "It'll give you more energy for...later." As my voice dipped on the last word, I reached down and cupped him. He backed out of my grip and I turned towards the food again. "Eat, James. You can't leave, but I won't pressure you." I knew the plates contained foods designed to entice the senses.

Watching me warily, James crossed to the table as I moved to the other side and began to strip off my sooty clothes. As he picked over the choices, I disrobed until I was standing in only a chemise. Coming up behind him, I ran a hand down his back and around to his belt, swiftly undoing it. As he froze, I untucked and untied his shirt, easing it off his shoulders. After a moment, I grazed my hands up his body, enjoying the feel of his skin warmed from his exertions. Pressing myself up against the back of him, I realized he was only a head taller than me. Reaching down, I cupped him again and realized he was beginning to react to my nearness. "Please, Elizabeth," he begged.

"Sh," I soothed. "Don't think. Just feel."

Turning him gently in my embrace, I lowered his head and softly kissed him. He shuddered in my arms, tightening his around me as he pushed me against the bunk behind us. Moaning eagerly as he hardened against me and I finally got the reaction I had been hoping for, I pulled him towards me. "Take me, James," I whispered.

Roughly, he pushed me onto the bed. "Is this how you keep your men in line?" he demanded. "By playing the wench?"

Wrapping my legs around him, I flipped him over and straddled him. "I don't play anything, merchant." Stripping my chemise off, I tossed it and went to work on his remaining clothes. A moment later, I had him naked beneath me. He blinked as if he couldn't believe what had happened as I slipped down, encasing him inside me. Involuntarily, he bucked up, driving himself deeper. I clenched myself around him, holding him in place for a moment. When he looked up at me, I began to move.

James reached for me as I began to ride him, drawing me down to him. The tables had turned and he was no longer fighting me; he was participating. He ran his hands up my breasts, gently rubbing them and tweaking my nipples. Craning his neck, he captured my lips with his and kissed me deeply. I shuddered in his embrace as we moved together; both of us trying to reach that perfect moment.

With a grin, James wrapped his arms around me and rolled us both over, allowing him to drive himself deeper into me. He pulled my leg up against his body so he could get a better angle and thrust deeply. I dug my nails into his back, keening as he hit that perfect spot and toppled us both over the edge. He collapsed against me, then rolled to the side to allow me to breath. Once he could speak again, he said, "That was cruel, Elizabeth."

I giggled, running a hand through his hair. "Which? Putting you aboard that ship or capturing you?"

"Pretending you didn't know me." He moved enough to kiss me deeply. "I've missed you, love."

I snuggled into his willing embrace now. "I enjoyed it. I don't want to do that again for a while. I didn't enjoy trying to keep the crew in line without you."

He nodded. "Aye. I'll work them over tomorrow. Sleep now." Content that he would protect me, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off to sleep.

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