Sea Bound

More than I Thought I Needed

My breath is steady, quiet, as my arms tremble. Every clink of the lock, every scratch of the broken ring against the metal causes me to flinch. 

The deck above is still. The chaos had stopped well over an hour ago. Dawn isn’t far away and I know my window to try this is closing fast. Leaning down, I wipe my mouth on my sleeve before turning back to the lock with renewed focus. 

I wiggle the gold pick inside, feeling it catch on the point I need it to. Picking locks was usually easy for me, but these Imperials seemed to like testing me. Upgraded padlock systems. 

I had heard that the Imperial Navy liked to think itself inescapable. Now I understand where their confidence comes from. 

“Come on, you stubborn son of a b***h…”

Lady Luck is on my side tonight. The lock gives with a triumphant clack, before it falls to the ground. My eyes fly upwards, expecting someone to have heard. I stay perfectly still, waiting. 

One minute. Two. 

Releasing the breath I’m holding in a long rush, I give the cage door a push. And it opens. 

A grin lights up my features as I step out and into the brig. I’m not particularly familiar with the layouts of navy vessels, but finding a set of ladders upwards is always a good sign. I hover just below the hatch door, listening intently. 

I hear soft snoring, low groans. Mutters. Every sign that there are people asleep on the main deck. 

Darkness is still on my side as I haul arse. I don’t want to chance it though, keeping my body crouched as I turn and get my bearings. The speed mast sits in the middle of the main deck, and I see bodies strewn haphazardly all around it. 

I roll my eyes. Imperials really can’t handle their rum. 

I move in a crouch, keeping my back to the edge of the gunwharf. As I move, however, I realise that the chances of anyone noticing me, nevermind defending themselves, would be nigh on impossible. 

Feeling a bit more confident, I stop by a barrel where a young sailor is still semi-conscious, muttering to himself. The barrel is the only thing keeping this boy up. I chuckle, shaking my head, but it’s enough to get his attention. 

“Whos...s’there? Sh…Seamus?”

I curse under my breath, but it’s too late now. If the lad shouts, there’s a chance I might be discovered. My only saving grace is that the boy is absolutely hammered. 

“Alright, mate?” I say slowly, calmly. 

I smile at the lad, as though he’s an old friend. The boy narrows his eyes at me before his features soften. He laughs loudly, swinging the bottle of rum in his hands. 

“Seamus! Seamus, come… come ‘ere! Come an’, an’ ‘av a drink with me!”

The rum sloshes over the boy’s hand and I cluck my tongue. My vintage rum doesn’t deserve to be wasted on uncultured heathens like this. But I smile, crouching down in front of the lad. I take the bottle from his hand and sip at it, humming my appreciation. 

“S’good mate. You lookin’ tired, though.”

“Mmm… feelin’ it. Will - will you take me first watch, Shay? I’ll… I’ll be alright after a, a little kip.”

“Yeah, ‘course I will mate. Look, gi’me ya jacket, ‘ere.”

I take the rolled up navy blue jacket from under one of his legs, letting him shift and get comfortable. He sighs and hums happily, adjusting his back until he’s settled. 

“Cheers mate… sees in mornin’.”

It takes all of thirty seconds before the boy is snoring soundly.

I roll my eyes before shaking out the boy’s jacket. Its thin, a little flimsy, but will do perfectly. I pull it on, leaving the front open. If the lad didn’t recognise me then that only spoke to the state of the rest of them. 

I reach out and find the boy’s belt, with sword and pistol holster and all. I smirk, getting to my feet and attaching the belt to my own. 

Not quite my cutlass, but it will do. If I have to defend myself, at least now I stand a chance. 

Feeling confident in my disguise, I walk along the deck as though I’m meant to be there. My steps are languid, unhurried. I even sip at the bottle still in my hand. 

The further I get towards the raised Quarter Deck, the more I notice activity. There are a few scattered lanterns about, with sailors around them, talking quietly. My steps falter a little, making a move to the right side of the quarter deck. 

“Alright, mate?”

I turn my head at the call, letting my body swing awkwardly around. I let myself sway as I raise the bottle with a cheerful cry. They laugh at my ‘drunken’ antics, and I’m able to stumble my way through the door. 

Inside are cots lining every available surface, but only some of them are occupied. I quickly make my way through, hoping that I’m able to find the Captain’s quarters. It’s absolutely the stupidest thing I’ve ever done; actively searching out the captain of an Imperial ship. But he’s got my watch. I want my watch.

I walk quickly, my steps light. The plaque on the door is gleaming gold, beckoning me. The words flowing across are etched deep into the precious metal. 

Cpt. Alexander Williams.

I lick my lower lip in anticipation. The Captain had obviously partaken with the drinking, if his casual demeanour from before was anything to go by. 

With a shake of my head, I push on the handle and step silently into the quarters, closing the door behind me with a soft click.

“Oh… my, my, my.”

My voice is barely more than a whisper as I look around the substantial captains quarters. The walls are adorned with deep crimson drapes, and portraits of great men gilded in gold.

It seems to be separated into three parts; the first, a lavish dining space with a grand table. There are still remnants of a delicious feast. I walk slowly through the room, reaching out and plucking an apple from the golden fruit bowl atop the table. 

Biting into it, I slowly look around. There are bookcases laden with heavy tomes, all nailed down of course. There are plush armchairs and intricate lanterns. Far more than any one man needs. 

The second part, further back, leads to some kind of office. The desk is burdened with papers, inkwells and quills, scrolls and maps. There’s numerous little trinkets and a few odds and ends. c*****g my head curiously, I reach to feel out the contents whilst taking another bite of my apple.

I notice a small, delicate blade with an ivory handle sat innocently on a little stand. 

Picking it up, I turn it towards the window and the bright moon light. It glints expensively. Something like this...was worth a small fortune. I run my thumb over the blade, wincing as it catches the calloused skin. 

Only an Imperial would use something so valuable and dangerous as a f*****g letter opener. 

Keeping the blade in hand, I move forwards again to the furthest point of the room. I see the doors to what I imagine is a grand closet full of the finest tailored clothing. There is a small vanity, adorned with oils and sprays. But what catches my attention, above all else, is the ornate four poster bed sitting pretty right in the middle. 

The finery is apparent just from looking at it, and look I do. Hand-carved dark wooden posts, with curtains pulled openly tightly. It’s a disgusting display of wealth, and it makes me irrationally angry. 

But my seething smile is turned on the figure in the middle of the bed, one arm above his head. Sleeping soundly. I flip the little knife in my hand, before tip-toeing to the edge of the bed. 

From the moonlight spilling into the room, I see just how young the Captain is. Late twenties? Early thirties? Far too young to be in charge of a vessel this grand. Undoubtedly the man has connections in the government. It’s the only way boot-lickers like this get so far up so quickly. 

With a twisted sneer, I hook one leg up and over, settling heavily atop the Captain. My hips against his, straddling him. 

The blade glints as I press it against his throat and the man beneath me stirs. He’s half asleep as he grabs my hips, clearly reminiscent of another place and time in the same position. 

He lets out a soft sigh, his hands tightening against my hips as he rolls his own. I feel a very impressive and hard outline rub against my arse, and with a low chuckle, I lean down to whisper into his ear. 

“Wakey, wakey, darling.”

I keep my voice low, purring into his ear. He sucks in a sharp breath, his hips rocking again as he turns his head. I watch his eyes open blearily before they widen. 

I snicker and lean back as his body jolts and he tries to scramble away from me. 

“Ah, ah, ah.”

I press the blade harder against his throat and he stills immediately. His eyes are now blazing and full of life, staring up at me. I see them clear as day as the moonlight spills over us. 

“What have you done to my crew?”

I snort, rolling my eyes. 

“You mean the ones bleeding out on deck?”

His eyes widen again, and I’m surprised to see genuine concern flicker over his features. With a twisted satisfaction, I grin. 

“Keep your knickers on, darling. Or don’t. They’re fine. Really, you should keep a closer watch on them. You navy boys really don’t have a high tolerance for good rum.”

I keep my tone teasing, even as I rock my hips steadily from side to side, letting him know just how vulnerable he is. The man’s jaw tightens and he raises his chin, keeping himself as demure as possible. Strange how he’s trying to look composed considering his compromising position. 

“What do you want?” 

I raise an eyebrow, impressed at his resolute expression. He clearly knows when he’s at a disadvantage. 

“Many things,” I purr, leaning forward and letting my free hand run over his chest. I chuckle at the shock in his eyes, before I move my hand up and over his shoulder, and under the pillow. 

Our position is now closer than before, with my face hovering mere inches away from his. His breath is quick and sharp, but his eyes are eerily focused. 

“So predictable.”

I clasp the blade handle and lean back, revealing the captain’s little under pillow stash. I chuckle and shake my head, feeling rather arrogant with two blades now in my hands. 

“I suppose you want to commandeer my vessel.”

His words are seething, drawing my attention. I bite the inside of my lip, feigning consideration. 

“As beautiful as your ship may be, unfortunately it’s too big for me to sail on my own. And something tells me that your crew won’t be too glad to have a pirate as their captain.”

I shrug my shoulders before pressing the letter knife harder against Alexander’s throat. My eyes narrow, all traces of humour gone from my face. 

“I want my watch.”

Good on the captain, he at least had the decency to seem a little flustered. I catch the way his eyes flicker, as though his sleepy mind is trying to figure a way out of this situation. 

“That old thing? I threw it overboard. It didn’t even work.”

I turn my head curiously, watching as he tries to keep his face unbothered and disinterested. 

“Oh, darling. That is your only bargaining chip with me. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe you?”

“You’re stupid enough to try to escape a navy galleon.”

“Please. You couldn't even rally a handful of men under the threat of death. You can always count on Imperials to be arrogant in their victories.”

Alexander scowls at me and I laugh. 

“My watch, darling, if you please.”

He shifts under me and I press harder to his throat, but he just crosses his arms as if he’s not being straddled by a notorious pirate in the middle of his own bed. 

“What do you hope to achieve, threatening me so? Unless you kill me, you won’t get two steps off this ship.”

I purse my lips and incline my head. 

“Then I’ll just have to kill you.”

Alexander’s laugh is harsh, and his eyes are dancing with malice. 

“If that was your intention, you would have already done it. Killed me in my sleep, like the coward you are.”

I sigh regretfully, deciding that I probably should have done just that. 

“Yes, you’re probably right. Ah well, no sense crying over spilled blood. My watch, if you would be so kind.”

Alexander doesn’t even wince as the knife edge pierces the skin of his neck. It should be threat enough, but the man is just...watching me. I hold his eyes, unafraid, challenging whatever it is he’s trying to find in my face. 

Finally, he sighs, gesturing towards his desk flippantly. 

“In the desk drawer.”

Ah, now here is a conundrum. Do I leave my comfortable perch atop the captain to retrieve my watch, which may or may not be there, or do I call the potential bluff and save myself the possible embarrassment of being recaptured?

I sigh, glancing over to the desk. 

He had been waiting for it. I was so absorbed in my superior position that I hadn’t even realised his hands were still on my hips. 

With an admittedly delicious display of strength, the captain bucks and heaves me sideways - launching me through the air. I land hard but I use the momentum to roll and somehow manage to end up crouching. 

I brace myself with my hand on the ground, realising that I have lost the dagger from under Alexander’s pillow. Just as I glance around for it, I see him swipe at the ground and he’s standing tall, holding the knife out. 

From my vulnerable position, I have an incredibly good view. 

Alex is in nothing but a pair of thin breeches, and muscles that were hidden by the blanket are now revealed. I look at him leisurely, even though he’s poised for attack. 

In the moonlight, little slivers of silver dot over his chest and hips, probably on his back too. Little souveniers from fights won and lost. Hm, so the boy isn’t as wet behind the ears as he looks.

“Time for this to end, pirate scum.”

I snort out a laugh. 

“You do know that you’re not exactly menacing standing there half naked.”

I expect him to splutter, to scowl or slap his chest like the manly Imperial man he is. Instead, a slow, predatory grin works its way around his face. He lowers his head, looking at me through pale lashes. 

I just about suppress a shiver, and even I don’t know if it’s from fear or from the rush of heat that pulses downwards. 

There’s nothing for it. I have a letter opener, and he has a dagger. Not exactly a fair fight, but I’ve gotten through far worse. 

I slowly stand, twisting the blade between my fingers to show the other than I am not defenceless. But his wicked smile is still glinting with danger, and who am I to refuse a gentleman’s invitation?

We have the same thought, both jumping forward at once. He swings his dagger towards my head but I duck, turning with the same momentum and shoving an elbow into his stomach. He growls and reaches down, grabbing my arm. But my other hand comes up, swinging out and the knife catching his arm. 

He hisses and throws me, but I catch myself easily. With some distance between us, I begin to pace casually around him, using the end of the knife to pick at my nails. 

“Bit sluggish there, aren’t you darling?”

Alexander grinds his teeth, and I see a dark droplet running from the cut on his left bicep.

“Well you did wake me up, after all.”

There’s no real way that I can defend myself with this flimsy little letter opener. But I do have one advantage. Twirling the blade in my palm, I feign a swipe at him and he jumps back. As he does, I raise the blade and let it fly. 

I’m not exactly an expert at knife throwing, but I manage to get it in the man’s general direction. He yelps and turns sharply to the side. 

I just about see the knife embed itself into the wooden wall, but I’m already dashing towards the desk. The captain catches up with my intention and he jumps forward to stop me. I leap over a small footrest as he moves around a couch. 

We meet the desk at the same time but I’m not quick enough and he slams his body against mine. 

I stumble back, scrambling to find my footing. He’s now looming over me, between me and the desk. I bare my teeth, trying to dodge around him but he just grabs me by the waist and throws me away like I weigh nothing at all. 

As I stand there, trying to catch my breath, he gives me a triumphant smirk. I narrow my eyes and look around, reaching back and yanking the letter opener from the wall before facing him.

He charges again. I move to jump, but he puts on a burst of speed. I just about brace myself before he is slamming into me. His free hand holds my right wrist, and I let out a yelp as I’m pinned forcefully against the wall. He’s using his body to keep me there, his size overpowering me. 

His dagger is sitting at my jugular, and with a grunt he slams my wrist against the wood. The force of it sends the knife from my palm, and I realise rather quickly that he’s got me subdued.

The metal is cold against my throat. 

He’s so close, I can smell the rum on his breath. I can see the faint stubble on his chin, and his unkempt hair is falling over those ferocious eyes. The man is s*x on legs, and I’ve got him against me. 

“Oh, Captain. If you wanted to touch me up, all you had to do was ask.”

The dagger presses harder as he bares his teeth at me. 

“Don’t be so disgusting.” 

His voice is low, almost a growl, and I crack a seductive grin. 

It’s all I’ve got at this point, anyway. 

“And yet…”

I roll my hips against his, feeling the fading outline that had been there before. His eyes widen a little, the grip on my wrist tightening to the point of breaking. I know he can snap me like a twig, those arms say as much. But all I have left is that tiny little spark of curiosity in his eyes. 

“Enough! What kind of man are you? Seducing another man like this - it’s heresy.”

I can’t stop a chuckle, even though it’s hard to move.

“But you’re curious, aren’t you? There’s something about me, isn’t there? Something that makes you want to touch me.”

I lean my head forward a little as I speak, hesitating only slightly as I see the white of Alexander’s knuckles around the dagger’s handle. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are positively gleaming. 

“You’ve never thought of it?” 

I almost whisper, leaning my head forward enough to catch the lobe of his ear with my nose. I feel his breath shudder, just as a rush of gooseflesh runs down his neck. I smirk. 

“Days… weeks… months at sea… no one but other men aboard… you must have been tempted. Especially with those beautiful young sailors… almost like women…”

I push my luck, letting my lip brush over his earlobe, and my hot breath blow against his neck. 

His body tightens, everything tense all at once. 

“Stop it.”

The warning is clear, and yet he doesn’t make a move to stop me. I feel the conflict in every curve of his body, in every tremour of his hard muscles. He’s battling it, but I’m an expert at pushing people further than they think they can go. 

“Why…?”

With my mouth ghosting over his neck, I finally let my tongue reach out and curl around Alexander’s earlobe. He jolts, and then he shudders, his breath ragged. I move to do it again, but something snaps within him. 

“I said stop!”

He slams me back, the hand that was holding my side against the wall is now embedded in my hair, and he pulls back. Hard. 

My head is yanked back, exposing my neck. I gasp, my hands flying up to grab his arms. It’s instinctual, the flutter of panic. It takes me a moment to gather myself, pushing my reaction down. I swallow thickly, the movement causing the dagger still at my neck to scrape against my skin. 

It’s hard to see him while I’m so exposed, but I make out the confusion on his face. His eyes are darting from my neck to the dagger and back again. 

I can practically see the thoughts in his head. 

Kill him or kiss him?

“I’ll make a deal with you.” 

My voice is quiet and the hand in my hair tightens. 

“Give me my watch, let me go, and I’ll tell you what the cipher is.”

Alexander’s eyes snap up to my own, narrowing suspiciously. 

“You really think I’ll trust a pirate?”

I chuckle, the sound mingling into a hiss as he pulls harder against my scalp. 

“No. But do you have a choice?”

“Course I do. I’ll just throw you back into the brig and let you hang in the Capital.”

I cluck my tongue. 

“And let this loot go to waste? Do you not realise the secrets in those pages? The base of every scallywag on this ocean. Their caches. Their safe houses. All of it.”

“And why would you have that information in the first place?”

I smile, pulling my head down. He lets me do it, but he doesn’t let go of my hair. Now we’re face-to-face again, and I see the sheen of sweat on his forehead. He’s really fighting this. 

“Knowledge is power, dear Captain. And I do so love power.”

Alexander’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t speak for a few heady moments. 

“How do I know you’ll give me the right cipher?” he says, suspicious.

“How do I know you’ll let me go?”

Surprisingly, Alexander lets out a huff of amusement. We stand there, still pressed together. 

“While this is very nice,” I start, bucking my hips and causing Alexander to grunt. “I’m not particularly fond of having a knife at my throat. So either jump on or jump off.”

Alexander seems to freeze, his body still tense. His eyes are searching my own, and I’m surprised he hasn’t pulled away yet. He could just be thinking about how best to kill me. I give him an expectant look, and his eyes flicker again. 

I catch on to his hesitation. 

“Or… is there something else I can do for you, darling?”

My hands had dropped to my side, but now I move them. I let my fingers flutter over his hips, just a ghost of a touch. His body jolts as though I’ve burned him, and the hand holding my wrists tightens again. 

I wince but quickly cover it. Any more force and my wrist is going to snap. 

“How long has it been since you’ve been touched, Captain?”

My voice is a low hum, purring softly over his skin. I’m rewarded with a shudder and I smile. Finding a little bit of confidence in this decidedly delicate situation, I place my hands on his hips, adding just a touch of pressure. 

“What… what are you doing?”

His voice is barely a whisper, so small and confused. If I bring too much attention to his reaction, he will close back up. And probably slit my throat for good measure. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

My hands slide up, over the hem of his breeches and against his bare skin. He’s warm and surprisingly soft, and I add a little pressure to my thumbs as my hands reach his sides. 

His eyes are wide, lips parted, as he stares intently at my face. I lean back a little, both moving away from the blade and also meeting his eyes. 

“How about we sweeten the deal?”

I move my hands around to the curve of his back and he sucks in a surprised gasp. 

“I’ll do whatever you want, and I’ll give you the cipher. But you swear to let me go.”

A promise means very little to pirates, but I’m betting on his Imperial honour. Despite him being very different to any Imperial I’ve ever met, I’m hoping that he’s still got them same values. 

The silence is deafening. He’s struggling, I can see it in his eyes. After a few heartbeats, my fingers press into the curve of his back, reminding him that he has to make a decision. 

“You’ll run.”

I let out a surprised bark of laughter. 

“Usually. But now I’m curious.”

“Curious?”

My hands move down his back, slipping over the top of his breeches and stopping on his tight, perky ass. 

“Oh, yes. Very curious.”

Alexander’s breath stops completely and once again I’m left in suspense. After a few more heartbeats I let out a huff of frustration.

“Well if you’re just going to tease me-”

My words are cut off as my head is yanked back. My heart jumps into my throat, but the sharp blade is suddenly gone and replaced with something much more delightful. 

Alexander’s breath is hot and his lips are rough, but he’s scorching my neck from the intensity of his movements. I gasp. 

My hands fly up to his head, my fingers sinking into his hair. 

I hear the clack of the dagger as it hits the floor, and I briefly wonder how easy it would be for me to grab it and get the upper hand. But then Alexander’s teeth are nipping at my nape, and all rational thought seems to go out the window. 

The hand that isn’t in my hair is moving over my chest, grabbing the edges of my shirt and yanking it up. I gasp, but the sound dwindles into a moan as the captain’s warm hands scour my body. I can’t resist a smirk when his hand stops on my chest, over my heart. 

Alexander falters. I’m sadly lacking in what he’d been expecting, but I push my hand down on his head, forcing his face harder against my neck. 

He grunts, but complies, his mouth moving against my skin once again.

Whatever haze he’s in, it’s fickle. Deciding that my best course of action is to keep him distracted, I move one hand from his hair and back down to his hips. 

This time I don’t stop, slipping a finger under the hem and reaching down. My hand clasps around his hardening c**k, and I let out a small shudder at the size of him. Thick and heavy, my mouth waters at the thought of running my tongue up and down it, tasting him. 

He tenses against me, his mouth stilling. My own breath is quickening, but I move my hand until I’m comfortable. I run the palm of my hand from tip to base and back up again, only adding a hint of pressure. I can feel him swelling at my touch, and it causes kind of giddiness within me. 

Who would have thought this is what would happen? I certainly didn’t. Standing flush against an Imperial captain and stroking his c**k as he sucks at my neck. It’s almost… surreal. 

Alexander lets out a long breath, sucking it back in quickly as I twist my wrist at the tip before pushing back down again slowly. 

This is going to be easier than I expected. 

I start to move my hand faster, and Alexander’s hand in my hair threatens to rip it out. I hiss, pushing back against his hand. The captain pulls back from my neck suddenly, the hand releasing my hair instantly. 

I roll my head, loosening the pressure on my neck, before I look up at the Captain. He’s studying me intently, like he’s just remembered who I am. I raise an eyebrow before I stroke him again, harder this time. He hisses, biting down on his lower lip and bracing himself on the wall. One arm on either side of my head. 

I’m completely encaged, but I don’t care. The man’s expression crumples as I start up another easy rhythm. His hips buck a little, his head lolling downwards. I smirk. 

It’s like he could tell, because his head snaps back up. My hand is still moving, my thumb running over the tip of his c**k and smearing the pre-come beading there. The man’s really wound tight if he’s this aroused from a bit of touching. 

His eyes narrow and my hand stills. Have I done something wrong?

He doesn’t speak, instead those arms come down and around me like steel. I huff a surprised grunt, but the man is hoisting me up as though I weigh nothing. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist to support myself. 

This… isn’t what I’m expecting. 

I feel his arousal against my crotch and I frown. What is trying to…?

“What? You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

Alexander is watching me with a wicked smirk, and I open my mouth for a smart reply but I’m silenced. With his lips. 

I make a small, surprised squeak, my body stiffening. His hand is around the back of my neck and it feels heavy. But my attention is on the rough lips that had been so graciously chewing on my neck were now against my own, and I have no idea how to deal with it. 

He’s… kissing me. Me. 

He feels my hesitation, I know, because he languidly moves his mouth to suck on my lower lip. I feel a flutter of panic, but he moves to repeat the process on my top lip. 

Despite my reservations, my mouth moves of its own accord. I gently pull at Alexander’s lip in return, feeling the man practically melting against me. 

I let my eyes flutter closed, my hands holding the captain’s hips like a lifeline. 

This is oddly intimate, and isn’t that just ironic?

Just as I relax into the kiss, Alexander throws another kink in the chain, lifting me up from against the wall. I yelp and grab his shoulders, but he doesn’t stop. Instead I’m dropped unceremoniously onto his grand oak desk, knocking papers and smashing inkwells as I right myself. 

He doesn’t give me much chance, suddenly crawling onto the desk and over me. I lick my lower lip as he nudges my legs open, before settling between them. I grunt at the weight of him, but it’s a heady weight. I bite my lower lip before rolling my hips, rubbing my stirring c**k against his. I feel the hardness of his length pressing against me, and suddenly it all felt too hot. 

I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say. Alexander chuckles, putting the possessive hand on my neck again. 

“Speechless?”

I frown and open my mouth, but he’s too quick. 

He smashes our lips together again, and this time I’m ready. I don’t kiss him gently, instead letting my tongue press into his mouth. His moan is deep and it vibrates through his chest before he sucks on my tongue. I grunt, not prepared for the man’s guttural moans to go straight to my d**k. 

Hands are all over me as our tongues battle it out. It feels different now, desperate, like a hunger has overcome us. 

I feel my erection straining against my breeches, but no matter how much I shift my hips, I can’t get enough friction. 

I growl against his lips as he stops me thrusting again. In my annoyance, I bite down on his lower lip. He gasps, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead I feel his hand moving over my stomach. My breath is coming in sharp gasps as he expertly pulls at my belt. 

With a speed I didn’t realise he possessed, he is pulling off my belt and popping the buttons of my breeches. I gasp and pant. I never expected this. 

Who am I to complain? What I thought would be a quick hand job has turned into what seems to be mutual satisfaction. 

I lift my hips, giving him access as he shoves my breeches down, exposing my aching erection. I bite down on my lower lip, my eyes flickering over his face even though he’s turned from me. 

He’s looking down at my exposed c**k.

An odd kind of self-consciousness sweeps through me and I tense. He had been groping me before like a woman, so what’s he going to do now that it’s painfully obvious that I’m not? I wish I could see his face, even though I don’t particularly care what he thinks. 

Suddenly, a rough, warm hand is wrapping around my erection. The surprise of it has me gasping, and my back arches as Alexander runs his hand from base to tip. 

He seems to be feeling out the sensation. It must be odd to hold another man’s c**k for the first time. I can’t remember mine at this point, because working the body of men has become like a second nature.

He rubs me again and I let out a breathy groan, lifting my arms above my head and stretching my body. 

I see his head turn and I look down, raising a curious eyebrow. He’s watching me, his face unreadable. I open my mouth but I’m cut off as he pumps his hand again, this time adding some delicious pressure. He’s still staring at me, I can feel his eyes, but it’s almost as though he’s satisfying his own curiosity. 

My eyes flutter closed and I concentrate on his hand as he works me. His hands are clumsy, but eager, and I’m just taking my pleasure where I can. If he wants to touch me, who am I to refuse? 

He speeds up his movements, and despite the pleasure of being touched, I wince at the friction of skin to skin. He stops, clearly still watching me. I crack an eye open and smile. 

“Oil?”

He narrows his eyes before understanding dawns on those lovely masculine features. The captain glances around his quarters before looking down at the desk. I’m hoping he doesn’t go too far, lest the spell over us be broken. 

Alexander leans over suddenly, crushing my leg under his weight. I grunt, but I hear the sliding of a drawer and the clinking of items being shoved around roughly. He makes a small triumphant noise before he lifts himself back up. 

When I see him holding a leather pouch, I raise a curious eyebrow. He doesn’t pay attention to me, instead opening up the string. I see it’s a gun cleaning kit, and he removes a little philter of oil. I purse my lips in thought before I nod. It’s more to myself than anything, because Alexander is already pouring oil into his palm. 

The oil glistens in the faint light, and I hold my breath until I feel the captain’s warm palm grabbing me again. I sigh as his hand moves quickly, easily, and it’s absolutely delightful. 

I hum and tuck my arms behind my head, enjoying the sensation. Tingles shoot down to my toes and up my stomach, making me groan faintly. A finger grazes my entrance and I hiss.

Suddenly, it stops.

I lift my head to see Alexander watching me.

“Problem?”

Alexander opens and closes his mouth, looking more unsure than I’ve seen him before. I see he’s touching himself too, but there’s a hesitation to his movements. 

“How - how do I…? What do I…?”

It takes me a moment, but I think I know what he wants. Leaning on my elbow, I lift myself up a little before grabbing the little oil bottle that he’d set aside. Keeping my movements obvious and slow, I coat Alexander’s c**k with more oil before leaning back and lifting my hips. 

“Press hard and go slow.”

If we had met under normal circumstances, maybe in a tavern somewhere, I would have shown Alexander all there was to know about men and their pleasure. I would have gone at him again and again, and let him do the same. But as it is, we don’t have time. Not even for some prep. 

But taking a man without preparing myself first, well, it’s nothing new. In all honesty, sometimes I prefer it. There was a certain… pleasure in the pain. 

I feel his c**k pressing at my arse, rock hard and big. My breath catches in my throat and I urge myself to relax. 

This is definitely better than what I was expecting. Getting shagged by a Navy Captain on his very own Imperial desk, and illegally negotiating my release. It’s so very… pirate.

My mouth hangs open as Alexander pushes forward, a little more forceful than I would have liked, but I brace myself. The sharp pressure and stretch of my muscles is almost pleasurable, and just when I think I’m full, he keeps going. 

When he stops I’m panting, sweat beading on my brow and sticking my dark hair to my skin. 

Alexander is breathing hard and I can feel the tension in his body as it hovers over mine. 

“You’re so… tight.”

I smirk, testing my hips and rocking them back and forth. My muscles are beginning to accept the intrusion and I sigh, lifting my legs higher. He presses deeper and I moan. And not quietly, either. 

It spurs the captain on, and he bucks. 

I cry out in surprise, a rush of pleasurable pain sweeping through me. The captain hesitates before he does it again, and another moan escapes my mouth.

“Again, do it again.”

Alexander shifts himself, hooking his arms under mine. He pushes his legs forward until his knees are flush against my thighs, lifting me as well as bracing me. 

He thrusts, softer than before and I bite my lower lip. The new position is deeper, and at this angle, I feel him brushing against that sweet spot. He does it again, and again, harder each time. My body is jolting from the force, and my mouth is hanging open. 

I feel like I’m filled to the brim, and another particularly hard thrust has me crying out again. Too loud. I’m being too loud.

He silences me with his mouth, pulling me into a hard and desperate kiss. I kiss him back without hesitation, letting our tongues mingle as he starts a brutal rhythm with his hips. 

The coil in my gut is tightened, wound and ready to spring. My c**k is caught between our stomachs, and with Alexander’s movements, the skin is rubbing against me. 

Finally, I hear a grunt from him, and it sounds f*****g delectable. I want to hear that sound again and again. I wrap my arms around his bare back, digging my nails in. He shudders and f***s into me harder, making my teeth clack. 

My mouth is busy with his, and it’s a complete sensation overload. Him inside me, him against me, him above me, his tongue against mine. 

I feel a tightening in the pit of my stomach just as I notice the captain’s thrusts becoming more erratic. 

“f**k me harder.”

Alexander moans; deep and sensual. He obliges, and I feel like I’ll be crushed from the weight of him. But it’s rubbing my c**k and I don’t care about anything else now except my orgasm. 

“I’m - I’m coming.”

He gasps, his thrusts hard and quick. I nod, before the coil springs open and the sweet rush of climax explodes through me. I feel myself pumping again and again against our stomachs, but the captain doesn’t seem to notice. He’s chasing his own release, and with two more hard thrusts he grunts and then chokes out a moan. 

His thrusts slow until he collapses against me, breathing heavily. 

My hands slide from his back and hang over the desk as I catch my own breath. It was short, but it felt amazing. I haven’t been f****d that hard in a long while. I’ve missed it. 

With a grin, I pat his shoulders. 

“Thanks for that, darling. Now let’s talk about my release.”

Alexander slowly pushes himself up and lets his softening c**k slide from me. He awkwardly climbs off the desk and stretches, looking around and grabbing something from the floor. 

A piece of clothing lands on my face and I use it to clean myself up. 

As he’s sorting himself out, I do up my breeches and tousle up my hair. I sigh happily, stretching out my back. My arse is already aching, but it’ll be a good reminder of the Imperial Captain I once f****d. 

Alexander moves over to his closet and I follow languidly, looking over the trinkets in the room casually. Noticing a small egg-shaped trinket on a stand, I study it. It’s made of gold and encrusted with rubies. Expensive. 

As the captain is digging through his closet, I pluck up the egg and press it into my sleeve, continuing forward until the man turns, his arms laden with familiar clothes. 

I smirk, reaching out and grabbing my gear. I pull on my vest and coat, clipping my cutlass and pistol around my belt. It feels good to be back in my own clothes, like they’re armour against the world. I glance up and see Alexander watching me, his arms crossed as he leans against the bedpost. 

“Now. The cipher.”

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Alexander

He’s hot and cool all at once. His skin is like marble and yet it emits a glorious heat. He’s wrapped around my c**k, so tight and possessive, and all I can do is thrust, letting my erection rub against him. It’s different - not quite as wet and soft as a woman - but it’s a different kind of pleasure.

I shouldn’t be doing this. If anyone ever found out that I had s*x with my own captive, I would be stripped of rank and name. 

But not only am I having s*x with a pirate, I’m going to let him go. How could I not, when he moans like this? So free and unashamed. So caught up in his own pleasure. I didn’t think it could feel so good, having another man inside you. But he is begging for it, aching for it, and I’m fascinated. 

He’s holding on to me like an anchor in a storm, and it’s surprisingly… intimate. I don’t know how he feels, I can’t even begin to guess, but this is more than I thought it would be. I just wanted a quick release; I didn’t know I had needed more.

Even as I stand there facing him, with all done and dusted, I’m still plagued with these odd feelings. His touch is nothing but a memory now, and I look over him. 

He’s a pirate again, in black leather and cheap jewels. But he’s still beautiful, in a way I don’t understand. 

I need that cipher. It’s the only thing that will cool the burn of the pirates ‘escape’. All I can do is let my sincerity show on my face. 

My word is all I have. It’s up to him to decide what it’s worth.