Surrender

To both of your surprise, you reach down, deftly freeing the ties holding your corset in place. A raised brow answered by your continued actions is all the encouragement needed by your captor. Still, you cannot help gasping lightly when his hand returns to your waist, pulling you into his broad form. Blushing again, you do not resist when he bends down and his lips meet yours once more. While the kiss at your faux wedding had not been your first, it and the subsequent one taking place now, leave you just as breathless and dizzy as if it had been. In spite of your hesitation, your arms automatically wrap around the man's broad shoulders, drawing him in closer. The coarse hair from his beard scrapes against your soft skin as his lips continue to move further south. Another gasp escapes your own lips when you feel his warm breath brush across your already flushed neck. The hand on your waist slowly slides up along your ribcage and stops just below your bust. You are subconsciously aware that should you wish things to end, now is the time to speak up. Despite this, and your slight hesitation, you find it impossible to get any words out.

Instead, you remain frozen in place as the man's rough touch comes into contact with your now exposed bosom. Your eyes slowly begin to drift closed as you enjoy the unexpectedly pleasant sensation. Your own fingertips graze across the Captain's muscular, leather clad, back while you breathe in his now familiar scent. The now loose corset slips further down your slight frame when he pulls away a moment later. Your brow furrows in slight confusion then concern when he straightens up and begins to remove his jacket. Steeling your nerves, you **** yourself to remain calm as you watch with a mix of intrigue and apprehension. Once the garment is removed and tossed aside, the billowy shirt beneath it quickly follows suit. You have seen shirtless men before, working hands on the farm and some on the docks, yet even their athletic figures seem to pale in comparison to the Captain's brawny form. It appears that a lifetime at sea results in quite the cut and tanned figure.

As if your blush could not burn any brighter, you feel a second wave flood your face when his hand moves down towards his trousers. Seeming to sense your apprehension, he pauses momentarily before throwing you a questioning look. Swallowing nervously, you silently reply with a coy smile before reaching forward. Perhaps it is the sea air or lack of food or adrenaline from the day, regardless, you find yourself growing uncharacteristically bold. Now that you have made up your mind on the matter, there is no turning back. This will surely show your fiancé and likely ensure he will have no interest in attempting to reclaim you. Something you are now realizing you do not wish to happen. Not that you wish to remain with the pirates either, but rather that you would like to make your own way forward without being tied to anyone. Still blushing, you swiftly tug at the rough material and brace yourself for the outcome.

It seems the stories you had been told were only half true as you nervously take in the sight before you. It appears that not all men are created equally as the appendage before you is much larger than had been described. This time when you swallow your throat is bone dry. Taking a step back, you find yourself pinned against the bulkhead once again. Tentatively, you look up the man for some type of reassurance or guidance. His own grin reappears as he steps forward and takes you in his arm. His free hand tugs at the petticoats barely clinging to your waist. A few seconds later you find yourself just as exposed as he, though you have even less time to process it as the man's hands quickly move to explore the newly revealed territory.

"Oh!" You cannot help gasping when his rough touch comes into contact with your now throbbing region.

You did not know you were capable of feeling such a way or rather that someone could make you feel such a way. Your eyes begin to slip closed again as you revel in the new found sensation. Your own hands run along the man's broad torso, taking care not to stray too far down yet. A light moan slips out when his fingers slide further down and into your increasingly wet passage. It was not too long ago that you would have reviled at the idea of such familiar contact. Now, you wonder how you ever went so long without it. You also begin wondering what other false information was told regarding what to expect on such an evening. For wedded or not you intent to leave these chambers with the same result. While you thoughts continue to wander, so does your touch. Reflexively, you nearly withdraw at the sudden and unexpected contact with something warm and hard. However, you quickly **** yourself to continue your exploration. turning your face away, you tentatively feel along the increasingly firm member. It is not at all what you had expected, the skin being far softer and smoother to the touch than you anticipated. To your surprise, the obscure appendage seems responsive to your touch, flexing and throbbing as your delicate fingers trace along its surface.

"I had initially questioned your naivety." The Captain speaks in your ear, his deep tone sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. "However, your ignorance on such matters is quite apparent."

Blushing further, you cannot help feeling slightly disappointed to come across so uniformed regardless of the claim's legitimacy.

"Educate me."

Your captor pauses, releasing you and taking your chin with his now free hand. You allow him to turn your face towards him and meet his gaze. Arching a brow you aim to back up your words with calm, steady nerves.

"I would advise against making requests you may come to regret." He warns, his aureate stare sending another shiver across your form.

"You seemed keen on it moments ago." You frown in confusion when he pulls away and begins to redress. "Was that only because you believed me to have some prior experience."

"Aye." The man replies bluntly as he snaps his jacket back on with a brusque motion. "I may be a pirate but I am no scoundrel. The deal will not go through should I tarnish your reputation. Had it already been sullied... now that would have been a different matter altogether."

You find yourself wordless at the unembellished truth, not being used to people being so forthright with you. Not only have you been rejected but it appears there is some actual plan to return you to your betrothed. You are not entirely sure which fact upsets you more. It hardly seems to matter as you are briskly informed where in the room to find a change of clothes before the man exits, leaving you in seclusion.