You untie her and her body collapses. She kisses you and crawls into your lap, then uses her freed hands to pull you as close as possible. Her fingers rub your neck and comb through your hair. You feel her entire body transfix itself with yours. She’s in a delirious trance. She kisses you hungrily.
You push her onto her back, pin her wrists to the floor and take control of the kiss. You mouth hits her neck and you bite her but not hard. You mostly kiss and suck. Moving down, you cup her right breast and kiss it lazily, massaging her nipple with your tongue. You flick and gently suck, guided by what her skin tells you it wants. She can’t speak, so you listen to her pores. You feel the heat of where attention is needed and cover it with your mouth and hands.
You kiss down her stomach. When you arrive at the space above her hips, she shakes. You stop for a second and then resume, letting your hair fall on her stomach to add texture to your touch. You know this feels good, so you linger and continue to kiss every crevice of flesh and bone. You position yourself on top of her in a straddle and bind her wrists with rope. She licks your breasts as you reach over her.
“Face down, please,” you whisper before getting up.
Standing directly above her with your feet on either side of her body, you look down at her from this strong position. Her hands, extended above her head on the floor, are bound as if in permanent prayer. Her eyes and attention are fixed on you in complete devotion. She tilts her head forward wanting a kiss. You hold both sides of her face and give her a quick one before she rolls over onto her stomach.
You touch her waist and pull up. She understands what you want and gets on all fours. She turns her head to look back at you, but you push it forward and down and tell her firmly,
“Stay.” She obeys.
You keep one hand on her neck and spank her with the other. You rub her thigh, curving your hand around and up, closer and closer to her cunt. Then you slide the hand that was on her neck down to her grip her by the shoulder.
You stick two fingers inside her and feel her hips press back. She’s very wet, so you add another finger and she sighs. She holds her hips back and you press your fingers in deeper. You take your other hand off of her shoulder. You reach from behind, through her legs and touch her. You can feel the tension and spasms in her stomach as your finger travels lower.
Placing your flattened hand on the area just below her navel, you use it to apply pressure upwards, as your fingers inside her continue to work on her. She gives up the spot. You hit it fast then slow. Find her rhythm. She wants to shake and convulse from slow depth. You make it perfect for her and feel her back start to arch itself. Place the hand that is underneath her on her neck firmly. Tell her again,
“Stay.”
You want her head down when she comes. Her body resists naturally. Her back desperately wants to arch. You spank her and she flattens. You lean forward. Your body covers hers and absorbs its sporadic tremors, as your fingers continue to please her. You bite her shoulder and feel her body shake as she lets out gasp. She comes hard on your hand. You slide your fingers out, and she curls onto her side, trembling with each exhale.
You hold her. Begrudging big spoon. She pulls your arm to her chest. You feel her rise and fall. This vulnerability makes you tense and uneasy. Your blood becomes acid and everything inside of you swirls into madness.
Your arm escapes. She lets it go and grabs your leg to pull you closer. She continues to curl into a fetal position. You feel the opposite desire. You reach behind to your harness and hold the ivory handle of your dagger. You close your eyes and smell her hair. With your exhale, she sighs and presses her ass into you more.
You grip the dagger and pull her close with your other arm. Hooking around quickly, the blade enters her chest and she screams. You slit her throat and feel the warm blood. The puddle of consequence for your lust. You roll onto your back, drop the dagger, and yell for Sven.
You hear him rush down the stairs. At the bottom step, he stops running, because he knows you aren’t in danger. There is just the need to dispose of another body.
“Captain?”
“Sven. Take her and throw her overboard.”
“Can I get you something? The Bears have made martinis...”
“That sounds strong enough. Please have one of them bring me a double with a twist. I need to stay below deck for a bit.”
“I understand.”
“You always have. Thank you, Sven.”
He picks her up. Sven is so massive that even her long body looks like a doll when he carries her over his shoulder. Eyes close, stretched out on your back like a starfish, you wait for the drink and let out a deep sigh.
THE END
