3. Restrained

Renard slides the hand on your arm down and pulls it in front of you. Using his free hand, he brings your other arm down beside it. You struggle against him as he forces your wrists together and grips them with one hand. The other one pulls back behind him and you begin fighting harder when you hear his belt unbuckle. His hand returns a moment later and you gasp in protest when he begins fastening the leather belt around your wrists. Cinching it tightly, he keeps his hand on the excess material and uses it to turn you around. Your torn dress sags down your shoulders, partially exposing your bare chest. His blue eyes don't leave yours as he tugs on the belt, forcing you to lurch forward. "I thought you might be a spy. However, now I am beginning to think you're just a fool who stumbled here by mistake." Despite your **** position, you find yourself growing angry at his words. Standing up straighter, you try to match the Captains unwavering gaze. As you're staring ahead at him, something begins tugging at the back of your mind. Some deep memory of a conversation with Ulf quickly resurfaces. Frowning, you pause for a moment before slowly saying, "That's rich coming from you, Tristan." Renard's stern expression wavers momentarily when you speak. "Where did you hear that name?" He demands, tightening his grip on the belt strap.

Ignoring his question, you rebuttal with another one of your own,"What do you think your men would do if they found out you're not really a Captain?" Renard's eyes flash angrily as he steps forward and grabs your arm with his free hand. "I would be careful if I were you." His voice is cold and emotionless despite his bitter expression. His fingers dig into your skin and you feel yourself falter slightly. "If you let me go, I'll keep silent." Renard scoffs lightly and glances over your form while he says, "You're hardly in any position to bargain." He loosens his grip on your arm and runs his hand up your bare shoulder. Tracing it up your neck, he tilts your chin to the side and studies your profile. Biting the inside of your lip, you wait anxiously until he removes his hand. You keep your head turned while his hand lowers and pulls the front of your dress down further. The belt around your wrists tighten again when Renard steps to the side, pulling you with him. You stumble, trying to keep your balance as the ship sways around you. The edge of the bed hits your leg when you move forward, causing you to lose your balance and fall on top of it. Renard uses the belt to lift you to a sitting position before fastening the strap to the headboard. Sliding back on the bed, you sit up further and try to readjust your arm.

The belt allows just enough slack for you to bend your arms slightly, though they're still pulled up over your head. Renard ignores your struggles while he untucks his shirt then pulls it over his head. He remains silent when he steps forward and drags you closer to him. You wince as the restraints on your wrist tighten when your arms are **** to straighten out again. "Do you think anyone would believe a foreign savage?" His tone has regained its sharp edge and you can tell he doesn't expect you to answer. "I am no more foreign than you are, and I am certainly no savage." Renard smirks slightly at your annoyed reply. His hand runs up your leg and stops where your dress hangs around your waist. "Is that so?" This time you don't bother answering his question. You turn your head away slightly when his fingers curl around the material of your dress and pulls it down the rest of the way. Once it's off, he grabs your hips and roughly flips you over. Wincing, you struggle to sit up on your knees while you feel Renard move behind you. He removes one of his hands from your waist, while the other one slips around under your torso. His arm provides some support and takes a bit of the pressure off your wrists. Though, the restraints are hardly on your mind when he begins pulling you back towards him. His arm wraps tighter around your abdomen as he begins ramming himself in you. Gasping in discomfort, you try unsuccessfully to pull out of his grasp.

Renard leans down slightly and you feel his other hand move up along your spine. His fingers pause along your upper back for a moment before moving up into your hair. Your head had been hanging down between your arms but he roughly yanks it back towards him. You don't give him the satisfaction of reacting when he forces the rest of his thick shaft into you. Though you don't verbally respond you can't stop the rush of warmth flooding to your lower half. Renard's movements become more fluid as liquid slowly starts forming between your legs. Closing your eyes, you try to ignore pleasure building up inside. The fingers in your hair tighten slightly while Renard continues roughly driving into you. A soft moan finally emits from you when your pleasure reach its peak. A flush quickly sweeps across your face as you feel yourself climaxing around him. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care and continues his brutal thrusts. The feeling in your arms is nearly gone and your neck aches slightly from being pulled back. The back of your head brushes against his broad chest for a moment before he finally releases his grip. His hand moves down and a moment later you feel his fingers brush against your sensitive clit. A gasp quickly escapes your lips when they begin firmly circling around you. "Stop!" You exclaim lightly and begin struggling against him again. "Do you really want me to?" His breath brushes past your ear while he presses his torso against your back. "I..." Your voice falters as you feel your body eagerly responding to his touch. When you fail to answer him, he lets out a satisfied exhale and continues.

Groaning lightly, you slowly stop struggling and give in to the pleasurable sensation. A moment later, more liquid rushes down your leg when you're brought to another orgasm. Renard pauses for a moment before slowly slipping his large member out of your slick opening. His arm around your waist slowly slips out and he turns you to face him. Sliding back until you're against the headboard, you flinch as feeling begins returning to your hands. Renard stands up before reaching over and unfastening the strap. He quickly pulls you up and steps back so you can stand before him. He puts his other hand on the top of your head and presses down. Wincing again, you quickly sink to your knees and bite your lip. Renard runs his hand down the side of your face and tilts your chin up. Though, his expression appears calm, his blue eyes are dark and slightly wild. Your body seems to move on it's own as you slowly part your lips and lean forward. Renard's eyes remain fixed on yours as you gently slide him into your small mouth. Your gaze breaks from his when you move him in further and gag slightly. His haughty scoff only drives you to **** yourself to relax and try again. Closing your eyes, you focus on lowering your head until your mouth reaches the base of his shaft. Renard groans slightly and uses his hand to keep you from moving away. His body stiffens slightly and you're unable to pull away when warm liquid quickly rushes down your throat. He continues holding you in place for a moment then finally lets go. Inhaling deeply, you glance back up at his large form and see his expression has finally calmed slightly. His grip on the belt loosens and you're finally able to slip out of it and stand up.