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A Pirate's Life for Me [S-Freak & Ethereal]

S-Freak

S-Freak

Mindfucker
Joined
Jun 7, 2017
Location
Denmark
Featuring Captain Booth Manock & the maiden Amelia

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It had been a succesfull raid to be sure and Booth was more than happy with his share of the spoils. He had just overseen the sale of the stolen goods and had devided the money, so that every man got an equal share. Well of course not every man. He was the Captain and it was his ship. So of course he got more than the others. It was only fair, since he endured most of the risks.

His small leather pouch rocked gently from his belt with a reassuring metallic clicking sound to it, as he walked down the street. Behind him with a leash around her neck, a woman walked - or rather stumpled - after him, her hands tied together in front of her. He had just one more stop, before he too could enjoy the town like his crewmen already were.

Booth turned a corner and smiled, when he saw the brothel ahead. Then the smile vanished, when he saw Blake in front of it. "You know the rules, Blake. There is no use arguing about it." His tone was dismissive and Blake's shoulders fell. "But Captain, she is not like the others... I genuinely care for this one! Please just let me take her somewhere else. Can't you see, she is injured??"

Booth looked the woman up and down with disinterest. It was true that she had endured some physical abuse whilst the crew had had their way with her the last couple of days, but he turned back towards his crewman with a slight shrug. "No more than she will have to get used to here," he answered and started leading the crying woman through the door. "You knew the rules, Blake. If you had cared for her, you would not have brought her aboard my ship."

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The night was near, when Booth finally exited the brothel - again a little richer, than when he entered. The owner had been so happy with the condition of this woman that Booth had brought, that he had offered him both dinner and some female companionship to go along with the payment. Booth flexed his tired muscles and went down an alley that lead back to the docks. Most of his men would spend the night in town and some wouldn't show up on the ship again for a couple of days, but Booth prefered the gentle rocking of the waves, when he was going to sleep.

He couldn't point a finger to, what it was that drew his attention to the small shop - tucked away in the alley. Maybe it was just because it was still open, so late in the evening? Maybe he had seen a pair of curiuos eyes for a fraction of a second? None the less he found himself entering. He was used to following his instincts and he knew that he could hardly loose more than time, if he found nothing of interest in there.
 
"I don't think I've seen this crew before." Amelia spoke, almost excitedly to her father. She was standing on the tips of her toes to lean over a display table within her fathers shop so that her brown eyes could gaze at the men flowing into the streets of the small port town. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, pirates coming in to sell their good and make their trades, but more often than not, it was the same few crews. Every so often, one they'd not seen or one that seldom passed through would dock. It always put the people of the town on edge, uncertain of how the men would behave. There were some that would come in, do their business, drink their ale, fuck their women and leave, while others would leave the occasional path of destruction behind them. From what she could see, it looked as though these men were simply going about their business.

"Come away from the window." her father replied, a hint of irritation in his monotone voice. Amelia rolled her eyes without him being able to see. "Why?" she asked, peaking over her shoulder to look at him before shifting her gaze back out the window. She already knew what his answer would be. It wasn't for her protection, it was for the protection of his goods. The herbalist completed regular business with some of the crews that docked in the town often, but he'd had negative experiences with some of the visiting crews that seemed to hold the idea that they could simply take what they wanted without payment.

"Because I told you to, dammit!" the man shouted at her, slamming his fist on his work table. Amelia quickly jumped away from where she stood, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "There's a list in the back of what needs to be made for restocking. Go...work on it." he mumbled, shaking his head and running his hand through his graying hair. Without a word, Amelia obeyed.

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The rest of the day seemed to go by in a haze. Amelia ground the herbs needed for the various mixtures and ointments that her father had listed for her. While those that could afford it would go to the doctor in the next town over, the poorer people of the port town would visit her fathers shop for his herbal remedies.

It was nearly dark when her father stepped back to the room she'd been working in the last several hours. "I have to take this to the butcher. Trading it for meat." he said simply as he grabbed a basket of items he had compiled together. "Go out front and we'll start closing when I get back. I won't be long." he spoke without waiting for a response, turning and walking out of the back door and leaving Amelia to tend to the shop.

"You're so very welcome." she muttered under her breath as she stepped out into the front of the store, sighing and grabbing a broom from behind the counter as she began to clean up a little bit. And yet, she was deterred from her task as her eyes sought the same window she had gazed out of so intently before. Broom still in hand, she wandered back over to it, eyes carefully searching the street before landing on a figure that seemed to catch sight of her at the same time. Whoever it was, it was too big to be her father, but they were now moving directly toward the shop.

The young girl quickly moved away from the window, dropping the broom in the process just as the mystery figure stepped into store. A quiet laugh left her lips as she bent down to pick it up, speaking to the unknown person before getting a good look at them. "I'm sorry, I was just-" she began, though the words stopped short as she stood and took in the sight of the man that stood before her. Her eyes shamelessly moved over him, taking in his appearance. Her mouth gaped open slightly, though she didn't appear frightened. If anything, she looked as though she was in complete awe.
 
Booth entered the herbalism shop, but only half noticed the dried herbs and other remedies. Instead his eyes stopped at the young girl, who stood bent over in a way, that got his blood pumping - even after the evening he had just spend at the brothel. Her movements were calm, which made him think, she hadn't really gotten a look at, whom she was speaking to. When she turned and her eyes were on him, a small twitch of his lips was the only response to her gaping. His blue eyes looked her over from head to toe and he liked, what he saw.

She definently was the kind of girl, he would find comfort in for a night or two, when the ship had made port. Her skin was fair and her hands looked soft. Her lips where a clean pink and her neck was slender. Her long dark hair was kind of messy, which somehow added to her innocent look. She was more than a head shorter than him and looked to be no more than 17 years of age, but where her eyes should have been wide with fear, he saw only wonder. And he found himself pundering, what she could be wondering about.

"You were just...?" he prodded her with a deep, dark voice and raised an eyebrow. He couldn't help but wonder, if she had ever known a man. Maybe that was why, she wasn't more afraid. He looked around the shop after her caretaker. Surely a young girl such as herself was not left unattended for long. Especially at night... But for the time being there was no one to be seen and for the smallest second, Booth contemplated putting the girl over his shoulder and simply walking off with her. After all there was no reason, why he shouldn't get his questions answered and his curiousity sated. His desire quenched... But he had no place to take her and no way of knowing, if she was well-liked in the city and if people would fight to free her, if he took her to an inn.

He decided to wait and assess the situation, before he did anything. Maybe she would stop alluring him, the next time she opened her mouth and all of this would just be a moot point. Still, he could not stop the smolder in his blue eyes, when he patiently waited for her to speak again.
 
It took her a moment to realize she was staring, but when she did, her eyes quickly darted towards the floor as the faintest hint of a blush appeared on her cheeks. "I was just cleaning up." she responded softly, biting her lower lip slightly as her eyes lifted back up to meet the man's gaze. She did her best not to gawk this time, though she truly did appear to be fascinated by his presence. Men like him had entered the town on a regular basis, and yet she'd never stood face to face with one, let alone spoken with one.

"Was there..anything I could help you find?" she asked after a moment, finding herself uncertain as to why she was being so awkward in attempting to talk to him. She was used to talking with people, people she knew and people just passing through the area. She was helpful in the shop, assisting customers with their needs and also simply striking up casual conversation both in and out of the store. Yet for some reason, she couldn't think of anything to say to the gruff man that stood before her. Perhaps it was because there were so many things she wanted to say, yet she had no real way of knowing how to go about it. She had always wanted to speak with a man like him, to know what life on the sea was like, or to ask about the distant lands they had traveled to. The opportunity had never risen, yet now that she had the chance, she seemed to shut down.

He hadn't yet answered her question on whether he needed help with something, but before he could say anything, the sound of footsteps approaching the door of the shop reached her ear. Generally, no one came in this late, with the exception of the man standing before her. She seemed more panicked knowing her father was approaching than she had seemed by the pirate, the girl quickly grabbing a tin of salve used to alleviate pain from headaches and shoving it into the mans hand.

"And you'll just apply a small amount to each temple whenever the pain occurs." she spoke just as her father stepped inside, making it seem as though she'd already spent a good amount of time explaining the product to the man. She glanced over at her father, then quickly back towards the man who hadn't actually inquired about anything, though she hoped he would go along with her act to spare her the trouble she would potentially get in with her father. Not that she had done anything wrong, yet it seemed as though nothing she had done lately was right in her fathers eyes.

He looked weary when he stepped in, his eyes moving over the man in his shop and then towards his daughter. "We'll be closing soon." he said simply, taking a few more steps in though he didn't seem to move to any place in particular, as though he was waiting to see how the rest of the encounter would unfold.
 
The faint blush made his lips twitch again and Booth did not take his eyes of her shy appearance for as much as a second. He liked to se her wriggle under his scrutiny. He didn't answer her question immidiately - mostly because he had no real answer what so ever, but also because he was momentarily distracted by the thoughts of all the things, that she could help him with.

He was just about to state something like that, when he heard approaching footsteps. He didn't react. He didn't need to. Anyone entering the shop would have to bend to his wants and wishes anyway. But the girl reacted. Forcefully. He took the small jar that she shoved in his hand and again was the small, wonderous smile on his face. He did not turn to the man, but had no trouble guessing that it was her caretaker. And that she was scared of him. Her chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate and he could not help himself to wonder, how her heart would feel against his palm, if he pushed it against her chest.

"I'm not sure, I'll be able to do, as you ask without assistance," he said in a lowered voice, before he turned to the man behind him. "I need a woman who understands herself on herbs. I will pay you a great sum of money for her." His eyes glanced back towards the object of his crazy infactuation. He had no plan. No idea, how he would make this work. Only that he would make it work. Somehow. His eyes returned to her caretaker, before he loosened his pouch from his belt and turned it upside down over the counter, so the coins fell loudly amongst each other. "What say you?"
 
There was a clear look of nervousness in her eyes, though it had all to do with her father, and not the man that stood before her. At least until he spoke. He would see the confusion flash in her eyes, the way her mouth gaped open from pure shock as she watched the man dump the contents of his coin purse onto the table. It was more money than she had every seen, more money than she was certainly worth. Her father would have been a stupid man not to take it, and the moment her eyes met his, she knew in an instant that her fate was sealed.

"You always wanted to meet a pirate." the man spoke quietly, unable to look his daughter in the eye as his gaze moved over the coins, mentally counting the sum in his mind. "I..you can't just..you can't-" she started to say, seemingly unable to get the words passed her lips as her father quickly interrupted. "What can I give you? I have no dowry to marry you off...this is more than I will ever make, Amelia." he raised his voice a bit as he motioned towards the money, as though he was trying to justify his decision to sell his daughter off without so much as a second thought. There was a part of her deep down that understood, and yet, she couldn't seem to grasp that he was truly allowing this to happen. Just moments before, her life had been normal, as it had always been. And now, everything was changing.

"Please get what you need, and go." her father spoke, though it was unclear as to whether he was speaking to his daughter or the man he had just sold her to. Without looking her in the eye, he moved forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek, muttering a quiet apology before quickly gathering the money and hurrying off to the back of the store so as not to have to witness her leaving.

Amelia simply stood in disbelief, her eyes following her father until he was no longer in sight, then hesitantly moving to the man that stood in front of her. Whereas she hadn't been scared before, there was a clear look of fear in her eyes as she nervously took a step backwards, her mind struggling to comprehend what was going to happen next, and what would now become of her.
 
Booth only met the mans eyes once, before he knew, he had agreed to the sale of the girl. Booth smiled and he felt his loins tighten in anticipation. He could not care less about the man's bad conscience, but he did not stop the exchange between the two from happening. Instead he watched the girl. Took in her reactions and filed them away for later use.

When the man finally removed himself, Booth was more than ready for his prize and he didn't move an inch, as the girl came closer to him. Her eyes were fearfull now and a dark smile found it's way to his face. Had she not been frightened now, he would have been disappointed. He wasn't surprised about the small step, she took backwards and he stopped her with a grip around her waist. "Stand still. You wont need anything from your old life," he simply told her and stepped closer to her, before he put a finger under her chin and raised her gaze to look her in the eye. "Your name?" he asked in a tough voice and had to restrain himself not to touch her soft body right then and there.
 
A soft gasp left Amelia's lips as his hand reached out and kept her from moving away from him, her body stiffening in response. Her eyes shifted down to look at the hand that rested on her waist, and as her gaze moved back towards his face, she realized just how small she seemed in comparison to him. The hand that held her waist would have easily been enough to keep her in place if she were to try and pull away from him, her head having to tilt up in order to gaze upon his face. If anything, it made him all the more intimidating, especially now that her fate rested within his hands.

Her breathing was becoming a bit unsteady as he moved closer towards her, the frightened girl drawing in a shaky breath as he gripped her chin and forced her to keep eye contact with him. "Amelia." she responded quietly, he voice trembling ever so slightly as she tried to keep as much of her composure as she could manage. If he truly looked at her, he would see the array of emotions that seemed to flash in her eyes as she stood before him. She was confused, frightened, uncertain. The seventeen year old girl was scared, and yet there was a part of her that was also strangely excited. "Please get me out of here." she whispered after a moment, her words almost inaudible. It wasn't that she was prepared to meet whatever fate he had in store for her. No, she was far from ready, yet she couldn't stay in the same building as her father who had so carelessly tossed her away for another moment without completely falling apart.
 
Booth's mind was racing with thoughts and he almost didn't listen to her, telling him her name. What was he going to do? How was he going to do it? He just knew that he could not just have this young beauty for a night or two... He needed to explore her thorougly. Experience her gentle nature and show her, what life had to offer. And that meant, that he had to get her on his ship, without anyone ever knowing or she would end her days in a brothel like the woman, he had led through town earlier.

He knew, he had to make some kind of decision, when suddenly she spoke of her own free will and he lifted an eyebrow. He understood the nature of her request and shrugged. "Alright," he allowed and let a hand rest easily on the small of her back. "Follow my directions." They walked out of the store, while he kept a slight pressure on her waist with his hand at all times. He felt a strong need to interfere in her world. For her to be constantly aware, that he was a part of it now. They walked through the small alleyways and kept out of sight, until they came across something, he could use, and he asked her to stop and turn to face him.

"There are no women allowed on my ship," he explained, but did not wait for her to show that she understood. "If anyone finds you aboard my ship, you will be given to the crew, who can use you for as long, as they'll like and in any way imaginable. Until the day, when I decide, that it is time for you to come ashore again, at which point, you will be given to the nearest brothel as a gift. Those are the rules aboard my ship. So..." He bend down and picked up a big, filthy sack, that someone had left in the alley. "We will hide you." He showed her the sack for a second - wanting her to understand, before he put the sack over her head and flung her over his shoulder. "Now lie still and don't say a word."

He was kind of amused, as he carried her along. She didn't weigh anything at all, but he liked the way, her body shaped itself to his body. He had very deliberately not told her about the consequences for him, should she be discovered. But he didn't think, she needed to know this. After all. He didn't plan to get caught.
 
It was difficult for her to comprehend just what it was that she was feeling as the man whose name she still didn't know led her through the streets of the town. The silence was both comforting and maddening. On one hand, she had nothing to say. What did one say to the man that had essentially just bought her? In that same instance, she had a million questions. She wanted to know why he offered her father such a large sum for her without knowing a thing about her. She wanted to know what he planned to do with her, what her fate would be. And yet, it was as though she was too scared of what the answers may be, so instead of asking, she simply stayed quiet.

It wasn't until he stopped her in the alley way that she finally spoke, his words clearly surprising his young companion. "Your ship?" she asked incredulously, uncertain if he meant the ship he worked on, or if he actually meant that it truly was his ship. She didn't have time to linger on the thought as he continued, her eyes widening as he told her what would happen to her if she were to be seen by anyone other than him. It would be clear to him that the idea alone scared the living hell out of the girl, her face pale with fear from just the thought of it.

"I..okay.." she responded quietly, shrieking as he grabbed her and effortlessly carried her over his shoulder. She remained quiet from there on out, though she was almost certain he would be able to hear her heart pounding within her chest as he carried her away to meet her fate.
 
He had not felt the need to confirm his position on the ship, when she asked. She would find out for herself soon enough and Booth saw no reason to indulge her curiosity at this point. He wanted her to feel uncertain.

Her body was still tense over his shoulder as they approached the docks and he gave the bag of her thigh a small squeeze with his fingers. "Relax," he commanded her in a low voice. Now that he had seen her fear of the possible future, he had shown her, he most definently did not want her to be discovered. Not before he had had a chance to get his fill of her anyway. Just the thought of her being in his cabin, had him aching with desire for her. He could not wait for a chance to feel her smooth skin with his fingers tips.

He took her over the small bridge, that let from the dock to the deck and he looked around for a second. "Captain!" a loud voice boomed from the shadows, where gimpy Pete sat and had had more than his fill of rom, as per usual, when they made port. "Pete," he greeted the man, but didn't slow down. "I'll turn in for tonight. Don't fall in." The last words might have been meant as a joke, but neither man was smiling, as they remembered one faithfull night, not long ago.

Booth made his way down a small flight of stairs and opened the door to his cabin. He went in and closed and locked the door behind him, before he finally put Amelia on her feet as well. He removed the sack with calm hands and could not help but smile, when he saw her hair, which was now even messier than earlier. "Welcome about the Night Falcon," he greeted her.
 
It was hot and stuffy inside of the sack, which almost seemed to make her panic even more, though she did her best to obey his order and relax as he walked her onto the ship. Hearing the greeting of someone she could only assume was a member of his crew answered the question she had asked earlier. It was his ship. He was the captain. It was a thought that was hard to process. If anything, it seemed to raise even more questions. Clearly, she wasn't supposed to be there. Why would the captain risk breaking his own rules?

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't even realized they had reached their destination, at least not until he placed her on the ground once more. The young girl drew in a deep breath as he removed to sack from over her, her eyes only landing on him for a brief second before they began to scan the room around her. "Wow.." she whispered softly, finding herself surprised that the cabin seemed to replicate what a room in a normal house would look like.

"I guess I've never really thought about what the inside of a ship would look like." she admitted, "But this isn't what I would have imagined." She took a few steps further into the room, delicate fingers reaching up and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. After a minute or so, she finally turned back to the captain, a hesitant look in her eyes as she looked up to him. "Why did you bring me here?"
 
Her eyes were again more curious than fearfull and Booth found himself failing to understand the girl. She had just been taken away from anything she knew and had been bought by a man, she knew almost nothing about. And yet... She had not run screaming and kicking away yet. It made him think, that he had been right to gamble so much on this venture. Only a slight, hard smile was visible, as he leaned against the desk and waited for her to take everything in.

She was a puzzle, this young girl to be sure. He didn't respond to her light rambling - somehow sensing that it was part of the shock for her. And sure enough, before long she got to the question, she really wanted to ask him. His arms had been folded across his chest, but now they loosened and he placed the base of his palms on the desk beside his hips. "Because you weren't afraid," he answered - both truthfully and completely inadequately. A moment or two passed by before he said something again. "And because you spoke to me." The words he said had a double meaning and he knew, that she wouldn't understand, that it had been her demeanor and her body, more than the words, she had said, that had spoken so loudly to him. He fell silent gain - wanting to hear, what she might ask of him next.
 
Amelia was silent, even after he answered her. She considered his responses to her question, though they didn't necessarily make a lot of sense to her. She had a feeling that was how a lot of things would go lately. "Hmm." she hummed thoughtfully, sitting down in a chair that sat in the corner of the room before looking back over at him. There was indeed fear in her eyes, but there was also so much more. Whether or not he knew it, she was aware that she wasn't reacting the way that one should be in such situations. She should have been panicking, fighting, screaming. And yet, she wasn't, and honestly she didn't know why.

"I never knew I was such a catch.." she spoke after a moment, letting out a nervous laugh as her gazed moved from him down to the floor. She wasn't certain of what to say or do. Of course, there were so many questions she had, though she wasn't sure if she was prepared to learn their answers yet. "I am scared." she finally admitted a moment later, though surely he already knew that. "I don't know what you want from me, or what you'll do to me...I suppose I can imagine, but I.." her words trailed off, her eyes hesitantly lifting to meet his again. She hadn't realized it, but her heart was beating fast again, a look of uncertainty in her eyes as she sought answers from the man that had stolen her away from everything she had known.
 
She moved away from him and he had to restrain himself not to move in on her himself. He knew that to be a mistake. She could not run. She could never run. So it was irrationel to have this fear of abandonment from her. In any case, he was sure, it would pass, when he had had a chance to explore her thoroughly. He smiled at her joke, but not because he found it funny. More because she seemed like, she needed a friendly face.

She spoke again and he felt a rush of excitement at her words. They gave him some insight into her feelings. When she braced the subject of what he wanted to do with her, she met his eyes again and he almost felt like, there was a fire burning inside him at this moment. At the same time, he could not stand her being so far from him anymore. "Come here," he asked and motioned with a finger for her to approach him.
 
He told her to come to him, though for a moment, she simply remained where she had seated herself. It was yet another moment where she found herself uncertain of what to do. She didn't want to listen to him. She wanted to defy him, to show him that she wouldn't give in so easily. Thus far, she had seemed to react in all the wrong ways. She should have tried to fight him, tried to have run away, anything. But instead, she simply went with him. She blindly followed a stranger who had paid for her as though she was a piece of food and not another living person.

And yet, she felt compelled to go to him. Truthfully, she didn't understand why, but something in her head urged her to go to him. It wasn't that she wasn't scared, she was honestly terrified. But she was also curious. She tried to reason with herself within her mind. She told herself she would go, but not because he wanted her to...rather because something could happen to her if she didn't. Deep down though, she knew this wasn't true. She wanted to go to him, she wanted to see what would happen.

She wasn't sure how long she had sat there thinking about the simple command, but finally, she stood. There was a clear look of hesitation in her eyes as she stepped towards him, yet she did it anyway. It wasn't until she stood directly before him that she stopped, just a few inches of space resting between the two of them as she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze.
 
She took forever to respond, but in that time, Booth just looked into her eyes with an unyielding force. He would not ask her again, but until he was sure, that she would defy him, he did not react either. He wanted to see her reaction. And she seemed unsure of how to proceed. So he waited. And waited. His gaze on her face. Finally she stood and came closer. He let out an inaudiable sigh of excitement and his muscles tensed as she walked closer to him with small steps.

She came to a halt right in front of him and although he was still leaning on the desk, she still had to tilt her head to look up at him. It pleased him. And it pleased him even more, that she was looking at him, without him having to ask her. For the longest time he just enjoyed her closeness and the electricity he could feel in the space between them, before he reached out and took her small hands into his and pulled her even closer. She ended up standing between his legs and he switched his hold on her to her waist, so she could not move away from him again. "I want you," he said simply in a deep, dark voice. "Every part of you."
 
Honestly, she was unsure of what to expect. She had no idea what he would do or say when she reached him, and while the thought absolutely terrified her, it seemed to excite her as well. That was part of what made it all so confusing. It was almost as though she felt eager to learn what would happen next. Even when he had purchased her in her fathers shop, as terrifying as it had been, she had felt that same sense of excitement then too. It didn't make sense, and for a moment, she wondered if he would understand it, but surely he wouldn't have any more answers than she did.

"Oh.." she gasped softly as he reached out and grabbed her, drawing in a sharp breath as he pulled her into him. The hand on her waist left behind an unfamiliar sensation, the heat of his body almost overwhelming as their chests nearly touched. She drew in a shaky breath, clearly nervous by his closeness, though she didn't attempt to pull away. His words only seemed to confirm what she had already known. Surely, she'd had an idea of what she would be used for. She had known from the very moment her father had handed her over that she would be used for this mans pleasure, though something in his words made it seem as though it could go deeper than that. She quickly shook the thought, instead focusing on what was happening right then and there, and the fears that lingered in her mind. "I've never...done anything with a man." she admitted, having no real idea as to whether or not he had expected her to.
 
Her words confirmed, what he had hoped and Booth smiled to himself, as he drew her an impossible inch closer. His mouth was at her ear, when he whispered; "I'll show you." He smiled to himself again and took the time to draw a deep breath in through his nose, catching a lungfull of her scent in the process. He sighed, when he let out his breath again. Having the thought of taking his time firmly in mind, Booth raised his left hand and let the fingers intertwine with her long, dark hair at the back of her head. His grib was light, yet firm and he knew, that she would not be able to wrestle herself out of his grasp - should she feel the need to try. His other hand travelled lightly from her waist to the small of her back, where he applied the lightest of pressures, to keep her chest pressed against his.

He tilted his head, which was still by her ear, so that he could run his nose along the lenght of her neck. First down and then up again, where he paused at her ear. "Such a sweet fragrance," he murmured softly and ran his nose down her neck again - taking in her scent. When he returned to her ear, he smiled, as he could hear her shallow breath. "I have hardly touched you yet, but still your heart is racing..." The smile on his face spilled over into a quiet laugh and his teeth bit softly down on a soft spot on her neck. "In fear or excitement, I wonder..." Normally he would have guessed only fear. But the girl in his arms had not yet reacted with fear, when he would have thought and even now, he did not sense panic in her body.
 
The voice in her head whispered to her to resist as his large hands pulled her even closer to him, though instead she simply complied. He sent a shiver through her body as his hand made its way through her hair, his lips brushing against her ear while his words triggered something within her that she didn't quite understand. He would show her. She kept waiting for it, the moment where she would react appropriately to her predicament, the moment where she would panic and try to get away. Surely she had believed it would arrive when this very moment came, but no, she remained frozen in his arms.

Her breathing had become slightly labored, and just as she found herself trying to grasp why, his voice was at her ear again, making her aware that he had noticed her reaction too. He laughed, and a hint of frustration reached her eyes. He seemed to have stolen every ounce of control she'd had over herself, and she had no idea why she was reacting this way. "It's not-" she began, attempting to tell him that it wasn't funny, though her words cut short by the sound that left her lips as she felt his teeth lightly press into the soft skin of her neck. It was a sound she had never made before, one that brought an instant blush to her cheeks. Without even realizing she had done so, her hand had moved to his chest, delicate fingers gripping his tunic.

His words continued to taunt her in her mind, her own reactions to his simple touches making her feel more helpless than she could begin to describe. She had always been in control of her feelings, her emotions. But in that moment, he seemed to have torn down every ounce of control that she had left, her mind and body a wildcard as she waited both nervously and eagerly for what was to come next.
 
He felt like, he had known her forever, even though it had truly been less than an hour. Her reactions were somehow familiar and he could not help but react with another quiet laugh, when she gripped his tunic and pulled herself closer on instinct. He let his hand on her back follow and put on more pressure, so that she could not pull back again. "How can you not be afraid of me right now?" he asked in quiet wonder - more to himself than to her and bit down gently on her neck again.

Whatever amount of questions she had for him, he had equally as many for her. The only difference was, that he was not afraid to ask them. He followed her neck with his nose again and ended up planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. Something he would have denied yesterday, that he could ever do. He usually didn't think too much upon the women's pleasure or feelings. But Amelia was so fragile in his arms and he felt like he could snap her like a twig with the smallest of efforts. And he did not want to snap her.
 
It seemed as though she was not the only one questioning her reactions, questioning her lack of fear. For a moment, she thought that perhaps this was simply what women did in these moments, though she seemed to know if anyone else had been in her place, they would have been reacting in a far different manner. She felt helpless, out of control, and while it was a debilitating feeling, it was almost a relief not to have to worry. He was so firm, so in control, unlike anyone she had ever met. For a moment, she wondered if these were the same reactions she would experience had he been another man, the thought bringing that reddened blush back to her cheeks.

A soft sigh would leave her lips as his teeth bit into her again. He left a tingling sensation behind each place his lips touched, feelings and sensations she'd never felt prior to that moment building up inside of her. "I..I don't understand." she whispered, her eyes half closed as his lips gently landed upon her shoulder. "I don't know what you're doing to me." she whispered, as though he was the one responsible for her reactions. Of course, she knew what he was physically doing to her. She knew that his hand was in her hair, she knew that he held her body as close to his as it could possibly be. What she didn't understand were the reactions he was sparking within her. Was this what happened with every woman he had been with? The idea was unsettling, him with someone else, though she didn't understand why. If he were to look in her eyes in that instance, he would see the confusion. He would see the confliction as she tried to understand why she wasn't reacting out of fear, and why instead she almost seemed to welcome what he was doing.
 
She had no answer to his questions and it made him more determined to find the answers himself. It was however clear to him, that she was enjoying what he did and for some reason, this made him happy. His lips were less careful now as they traced up and down her neck - placing small kisses ever so often. From time to time he nippled on her skin again and he took in her scent - greatly aroused even by this small exchange. He still held her close, but had long since pulled her head close enough for her to rest her forehead on his shoulder. "Relax," he whispered. "Do as I say and I will show you pleasure, you never knew existed in this world." His hand slided from her hair and down between her shoulderblades and further down, so he could press her gently to his chest. He now had his other arm free and moved a hand to tilt her face towards his. "Surrender yourself," he breathed, while his eyes met hers and soon after, he met her warm lips with a pair of his own.
 
Amelia had hoped that he would have an answer, that he would be able to tell her why this was happening, why she was reacting so calmly instead of doing everything she could to try and escape him. But if he did have any answers, he didn't share them with her. She wondered for a moment, if perhaps it will all come at a later time. Maybe it was all too much for now. So much had happened in that short hour. She had been taken away from her home, left with no real idea of what would become of her, and truthfully it was too much for her to process, as though it didn't yet feel real. She was unable to linger on the thought though, her mind and body both distracted and consumed by the man that held her as his lips continued their slow journey across her skin.

His voice called to her, his words encouraging her to give in to him, as though she hadn't done that already. She drew in an unsteady breath as he tilted her head to make her look at him, her eyes searching for answers that he didn't seem to have. He told her to surrender, and the internal battle in her mind only seemed to grow more complicated. She couldn't surrender, she at least shouldn't want to. And yet, For reasons she could not understand, she wanted to. Whether he would see it or not though, there was still also a part that didn't wish to. She wanted to remain strong, to hold her ground even though he could have easily taken anything he wanted from her, but instead of saying no, she remained silent and allowed his lips to fall upon hers. Initially, she was uncertain of what to do, simply resting there as his lips pressed into hers. Whether or not he knew it, it was the first time anyone had ever kissed her. And then without even seeming to realize, her body melted into him, both hands resting upon him as her lips parted for him, silently inviting him to continue.
 
She seemed completely ignorant of how she was affecting him, but soon she opened her mouth and he wasn't late at responding. He drew her closer and opened his mouth in return. His tongue found it's way into her mouth - carefully at first, but soon more forcefully. His arm around her was firm and held her, so that she couldn't pull away, if she should want to. His free hand went from her face and rested on her waist for a long moment. When he sensed that she needed air, he broke the kiss and moved his lips to her neck instead, where he kissed and nippled like before in an attempt to give her something, that she was already somewhat familiar with. His own breath was ragged and shallow as his hand startet to creep up from her waist towards her breast.
 
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