undressing the captain

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have you ever had a fantasy about a handsome pirate? well, i have.

Submitted: September 11, 2018

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The last battle that the crew had to face was one that I wanted to forget. We lost some of our men and others have been left scarred for life.

Since I got on this ship, four weeks ago I had to attend to more men that I have done in all my life. Being the only one that actually knew out to dress a wound properly gave me some advantage over the fact that I am the only woman on board. The story of how I got here, is one to another time.

I stand in the middle of the deck, the sailors that remained unarmed and the ones with little damage kept the vessel floating where they wanted it to go. Looking down at my oversized white shirt I undo the laces on the chest, trying to stop the clinging on my skin because of the sweat and blood that thankfully was not mine. I decide that a change of clothes is necessary, just like a need to be cleaned. Passing by the galley I bring a bucket of hot water and some clean cloths in it. But a new set of clothes is still missing and the only person that I know can have that taken care of is the Captain.

The Captain of the ship is someone that I came to be intrigued about. His young age doesn't explain the fame that hunts his name on the seas just like in land. He is said to be the most brutal Pirate known these days, yet, I still can't understand why.

The bucket of steaming water on my hands was heavy, but just the thought that soon enough the heavenly water would be dripping the floor beneath my feet was already a good incentive to carry it.

I make my way to the Captain's quarters hoping that he was in a good mood to lend me some clothes. I hadn't seen him since the fight. He had secured a lot of goods and cargo with it, but the fact some of his men were lost and others injured could make him in a bad mood.

By his door, I knock softly trying my best not to let the water encounter the floor sooner than I intended. But after a few minutes of silence, my patience has worn out. Opening the door with my elbow and then pushing it with my back I entered the Captain's quarters hoping he wouldn't mind the intrusion. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Captain... But I'm in need of some clot-" just when turn to look at him, the sight that I got was not what I expected.

There stood the Captain, holding to his unfastened leather belt, that holds his breeches in place every day. Those now hung very deeply in his waist, revealing more than I was supposed to see. The V of his waist completely on display and I didn't know if I could call it waist by this time. To worsen it all, he didn't bear a shirt. His chest and upper body displayed for me to see. And how I was seeing it.

My mouth had gone dry by now, and If I didn't know better I would say that hours have passed instead of seconds. My shock made me let go of the bucket, along with the rags and cloths that I hoped would help me bathe.

I drop to my knees immediately, starting to collect them, as I tried to collect myself. "I'm so sorry, I really... I didn't want to... oh good god" I whispered more to myself than to the wonderful Captain. The silence was horrible and seemed to extend more each passing second. He hasn't said a word and yet I see his boots right in front of me. I didn't even hear him cross the room.

Slowly I lift my gaze, looking at him from the floor. But I shouldn't have done that. I was in such a compromising position. My eyes at the level of his leather belt that he didn't hold anymore. Is breeches so close to falling any minute now. His eyes bore in my head, but I couldn't avert my eyes to his own.

Suddenly his hand is on my cheek, caressing it slowly. I wet my lips, trying to figure out what to say to him. His thumb caresses my lower lip and I didn't even resist when he opened my mouth, just a little bit. His thumb resting now. I looked at him, but his eyes were focused on my mouth, dark and dangerous. I could see all types of emotions in them, yet, I couldn't name one. I didn't find the strength to move, still, on my knees, mouth hanging open, my eyes in his and his exploring my face. I felt vulnerable in this position, but I couldn't move. Somehow the feeling of vulnerability right now was one that I was enjoying. I never did, but at this moment, I didn't want to be in control. I wanted him in control. Whatever that means.

"Get up." He whispered in a demanding voice. I could fell the ice fire through the words, and I did. I got up slowly, his hand not leaving my face. His eyes followed my every move. My breathing was harsh and I didn't know why. Standing I still was a whole head and half smaller than him. He towered over me, making me nothing in his shadow, but I didn't feel like anything. His eyes were burning me from inside out.

"I'm sor-" I couldn't finish my apologies. He shushed me in a heartbeat. "You shouldn't enter people's rooms that way. You can get yourself in some difficult situations." He said looking me straight in the eyes. His eyes left my mouth and his fingertips caressed my neck while his hand descended to the laces on the front of my shirt. "You shouldn't be walking around like this too." I looked down to my chest, seeing that my cleavage was so prominent now, that just a little tug in the shirt would leave me completely exposed. "You're in a ship full of men that are at sea for almost a month now. Don't you think that's a little dangerous for someone like you?" His words were so calculated. His lips moved just a little, and his voice was demanding, yet soft at the same time.

"You wouldn't let anything happen to me." The words left my mouth so quickly, in a low exasperated whisper.

"I wouldn't... Yet I can't protect you from someone in particular." His eyes go darker by the minute.

"From who?" The confusion was set on me. Him being the Captain he could certainly protect me from anyone on his crew. A long silence passed.

"From myself." A growl erupted from the back of his throat and in a space of seconds his mouth was on mine, claiming me like no tomorrow. His hands between the tangles of my hair and my own directly to his chest, then to his shoulders. I felt that If I didn't grab into him I would fall. But I didn't need to do it, because in a swift movement he was lifting me up with just one hand on my backside, the other one still on my head, glueing me to him. Not that I did mind.

My mind was clouded of judgement, his hands were everywhere, anywhere, and my legs well secured on his waist, forgetting about the breeches that could fall.

But I didn't care, until a little voice in the back of my mind started screaming how improper this was.

"Wait..." I whispered breaking the kiss, but he just moved his mouth to another place in my body, my neck. Working wonders with his tongue and leaving pleasurable bites. "Wait, we can't... Oh..." I groaned slightly feeling my back on one of the posts of his bed, and with this, more contact with him. His manhood that stood proudly still in his breeches but I could fell it. And I wanted it so bad.

"Captain... I can't..." I whispered but not moving once to stop him. "This is not proper... Oh gosh... I-I'm a lady" I said between sighs.

Moving from the post I felt the edge of the bed when he put me down. I was again in a compromising position. His waist directly in from of my eyes. His chest and abdominal muscles so close for me to touch. But he had stopped. He was no longer kissing me, and touching me, but stood there just looking down at me. A wicked smile on his face, noticing my eyes explore all of his figure in front of me.

"And I'm a pirate." The grin on his face bigger. I knew what he meant. He was a pirate if it was proper or not, he didn't care. "And I want you, love. I want you so badly right now." He crawled on top of me, crawled between my legs moving one of his hands to my shirt, uncovering one of my breasts, covering it with his hand instead. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't move away. "I'm a pirate and I take want I want when I want." He whispered in a husky voice while uncovering my other breast and covering it right away with his mouth. "But I don't want to take right now. I want you... to give." He said after a few moments paying attention only to my breasts. His thumb brushing slightly against my nipple and his teeth biting carefully on the other. "So give it to me, just like I know that you want to."

My eyes met his, I couldn't say no. I wanted to give what he wanted to him. I wanted him to have me all. My mind and my body. His eyes burned me with deadly ice if that makes sense. But with him, nothing makes sense, and make every sense possible. But the truth is that I couldn't give myself, because, I am already his. Slowly I lift my lips to his and kissed him. His hands decided to caress my curves before taking my shirt off. My hands were exploring his body. The tips of my fingers seemed to tingle, brushing against his skin. His muscles flexed under my fingers and my own relaxed under his touch.

Within moments, I was completely naked in front of him. His eyes run up and down my body, caressing it just by looking. My conscious started to work again and I had the urge to cover myself, but he didn't let me. "You're beautiful, never cover yourself when you're with me." He whispered getting of me and taking his boots off, before letting his breeches slide down his legs, exposing him to me. Now just as naked and vulnerable as me, but with the same confidence, he had before.

My eyes explore his body stopping just down his waist. My eyes wanted to leave its place and I blushed immediately. The corner of his lips lift, making him have a playful look on his face, yet, so dangerous. "Don't worry, it will fit." He gave me a low laughter before climbing on top of me. I take a short breath and touch his chest with both my hands running them to his back. He takes a few locks of my hair before tucking them behind my ear. He entered me ever so slowly that the pain at the begging prolonged for more than I expected. My nails dig on his back, leaving behind half-moons.

Taking my shin in his hand he made me look at him and kissed me gently before pulling away again. He started moving as if he was in slow motion. His eyes never left mine, like he was waiting for me to tell him to stop any minute. I could feel my walls stretching for him and his breath started to get rougher. He buried his head in my hair that lay around my head in every direction. Minute by minute the uncomfortable sensation soon disappeared leaving behind just the tingles and was now replaceable with unexpected pleasure. Just like our breathing, his thrusts got quicker and stronger, and the more he quickened his pace, the more I asked. Our bodies became one and our voices whispered what should be shouted. Soon I felt a surge in the base of my belly, it felt like everything was going to explode inside me and it did. He released himself inside me and moments after, I screamed his name, felling me tight around him. My chest rising and falling like I had run up a mountain. The good feeling was spreading all over my body and I felt like he was felling the same. He let his body fell on top of mine gently, giving me small kisses on the neck, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. And right then I knew it. I knew that I would never ever want to take away anything from him, in fact I wanted to belong to him, give myself to him like it was the first time. But the question was if would belong to me as well. But I didn't need to say nothing, his gestures spoke from themselves.

 


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