She could not lie to herself about the blush that had crept up from her chest and into her cheeks, nor could she deny the evidence of her arousal on his fingers. She gripped the pole behind her and tried desperately to bring her mind back into focus.
The weaponry wall was to her right, and she knew it was too far away. His desk was behind her, and while it might hold something useful, it was also too far for her to reach.
Straightening up, she took a step towards him, biting her lip. Letting go of the pole, she gestured her sign for him and continued to close the gap, lifting her hands to his shoulders. She demurely cast her cast her gaze down when her eyes accidentally crossed his appraising glance.
With one trembling hand, she took off his hat, and threw it to the bed, then moved to his jacket, using both hands to shrug it off him and place it next to his hat, walking around him in the process.
He stood still as she did this, only moving as much as to allow his clothing to be removed.
She used her hands to playfully wrap around his torso from behind, taking the opportunity to feel his chest. She trembled, but continued to explore, never having had the chance to feel a man like this before, and she had to admit, his hard body was doing nothing to help the wetness between her legs.
Still standing behind him, she slipped one hand lower, trailing down to where she had seen his erect cock.
One quick movement and her hand was on the hilt of his sword, but his was faster, gripping her wrist in a vice.
Turning slowly, he chuckled, "Too good to be true my little siren. But since you are so eager to explore, who am I to stop you?"
She struggled against him, silently screaming, and wrenching her arm in a rage.
She found herself suddenly facing the ground with her arm painfully behind her. One swift slap to her bottom quieted her mind from any thoughts of freeing herself. She was completely at his mercy in this position, feeling like her arm would break at any moment.
"CAPTAIN, SAILS IN SIGHT!"
"To be continued, pet."
He walked her, ass in the air as she still faced the floor back to the pole, chaining her collar to it and leaving her panting and rolling her shoulder out of the pain it was in.
Walking confidently out of his cabin and to the helm, he raised his spyglass to where Toad was pointing. He grinned. It was fellow pirate, Captain Tiranius, and he was always a welcomed sight on the horizon.
"Drinks tonight, boys!"
**
Alone in the Captain's quarters, naked and chained to the pole, she used the time alone to calm down. It was difficult. Even though her breathing was beginning quiet, she could not seem to get rid of the lingering nagging feeling between her legs that something was unfinished. What she did not realize in her naivete was that thinking more about it was making it worse. Poor little mouse.
