Black trousers were tucked into his black leather boots. A gold silk sash was wrapped around his waist and held a saber and a pistol in place. His white, puffy-sleeved shirt was opened all the way, showing off his incredibly formed chest. An old, ripped, red, British navel jacket with gold embellishments was draped over his shoulders. A gold medallion hung from his neck and a black, tri-corner hat with a white feather rested upon his blonde head.
My jaw hung open as my eyes kept going over the man if front of me. I pretty sure the heat in my face could rival that of the suns. God, I could've just looked at him all night.
He smirked at me, chuckling as he said, "See something you like, love?"
I snapped my jaw shut, and turned away, my face getting even hotter (if that was even possible). These actions made Arthur chuckle again. He started to walk towards me, and, for some reason, I felt the need to back away.
"Arthur, what-"
Suddenly, he drew the saber, revealing that the shining metal was a real blade. He pointed the tip in my direction, making me back away some more. "Captain. Kirkland."
I swallowed, looking between my boyfriend and the weapon. "Captain Kirkland?"
With a reassuring smile, he said, "Yes, love?"
"What is going on?"
Before I knew it, my back was against the wall and the tip of my man's blades was at my chest, which was doing a mile a minute. "Isn't it obvious, love?" Slowing, the tip slid down my torso, cutting through the laces up my bodice and cutting up the top of my dress. "I'm being a pirate."
For a moment, I was touched.
The next moment, I was being touched; Arthur had sheathed his saber again, thrown off his hat, and was crushing me between his body and the wall. His lips captured mine in an erotic, wet, sexy, passionate kiss. He didn't even ask for entrance before shoving his tongue into my mouth and exploring every inch. Meanwhile, his rough hands slipped through the sliced front of my clothes and started mercilessly groping my breasts.
Of course I like it. But this wasn't the first time that I had been… intimate with Arthur. And when we got intimate, our favorite thing to do was role play. Kinky, I know. Naturally, I started acting like the typical kidnapped wench of the pirate days. I pushed my hands against Arthur's torso, trying to push him off.
Arthur responded properly, leaving my breasts so that he could pin my wrists above my head. He never left my lips this whole time. One hand trapped both of my wrists while the other returned to its place on my bulging chest.
I moaned against Arthur's dominate mouth, causing him to smirk.
When he pulled his mouth away from mine, a line of our mixed saliva still connected us. My eyes fluttered open to meet Arthur's lust filled, green ones. The looked in those eyes were enough to make me clamp my legs together as I felt the heat started to flower from my womanhood… and I think Arthur knew that just from looking at me.
"No bra, love? You really are a whore."
The outfit he gave me had a built in bra, hence why I wasn't wearing one. That sly devil had tricked me.
He brushed his cheek with mine as he leaned forward to nibble and lick my ear.
Between my batted breathes, I started to beg like the helpless, virgin wench the Arthur wanted me to be. "No. Stop. Please."
His chuckled vibrated against the sensitive skin on my neck, making me shiver. His hot and heavy breathe tickled my ear as he whispered, "You may be begging for me to stop now. But before I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more like a common whore."
Too late. I just wasn't verbalizing my desires.
Arthur started licking his way around my neck, trying to find that little spot that drove me absolutely crazy. He got to this spot just above the right side of my collar bone and knew that he had found the X-marked spot; his clues were the humming groans that vibrated on my lips and the reflexes in my neck turning my head to the left, giving Arthur better access to the spot. I felt his teeth dig into the spot, making me squeal with a perfect combination of pain and pleasure. Then, to ease the pain, Arthur start sucking on the spot, lapping his tongue over it every once and awhile.
After about five minutes of him sucking, I realized what he was doing. He was giving me a hickey.
Despite the fact that we had been dating (and fucking) for a good two years, Arthur had never once given me a hickey. In fact, when ever we had sex, he always made sure that there were no physical sign of the act any wear on my body that was exposed. He was always afraid of the World Conference guys seeing me and realizing that something was up. He was especially worried about Francis knowing because he would never let Arthur live it down.
I had been okay with the no hickey thing for a while, but, honestly, before this whole thing had happened, or love-life was started to get boring and predictable, even with the role playing. I never told this to Arthur because I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I would try to subtly suggest some things.
Arthur must have finally gotten the hints. And there he was, reviving our love life to better than ever.
I was brought from my thoughts when I heard a wet, popping sound. Arthur had finished his handy work on my neck and threw me over his shoulder.
"What a lovely ass you got there, love~."
With a nice, firm squeeze on my ass, Arthur drew a high pitched squeak from my mouth and, actually, made me arch my back while I was on his shoulder. Arthur knew how sensitive my ass was and absolutely loved to take advantage of it when we were alone.
Arthur carried me over to the bed before throwing me on it. Before I could have a chance to move away, Arthur was straddling my hips and throwing his shirt and jacket off. I just couldn't look away from the formed torso that was looking right back at me.
Arthur chuckled at my face before licking his lips and asking, "Why am I the only one topless, love?"
With that, he slid the top and bodice off my shoulders, leaving me completely naked on top. Still keeping up with my acting, I snapped my arms up to cover myself.
"Don't act so innocent, love. We both know it's an act." No pun intended, I was sure.
He peeled my arms away and pushed me onto my back. Bringing my hands above my head, he locked my wrists in a pair of shackles that was twists around the head of the bed. Once I was locked into place, I tugged at my restraints, as a prisoner would.
My struggles were halted by Arthur's tongue skidding its way to my cleavage. After giving me a single lap, he kissed where he had licked. As he did so, he looked up at me with another look that made my thighs lock together, trying to hide my arousal from my dominator. Of course, it wasn't working.
Arthur licked his way over to my right nipple, tickling the pink bud with his tongue before taking a bite. I squeal at his teeth, but was soothed by his sucking lips. He was giving my nipple the exact same treatment that he gave my neck, all the while pinching my neglected nipple. When he was done, there was a nice red hickey forming on that nipple. Of course, Arthur had this deep desire to have things be organized and symmetrical; he just couldn't stand leaving the other nipple unsucked, so he repeated that action on my right nipple while still pinch my swollen left one.
I was so focused on Arthur's boobie pampering that I didn't notice his hands slide down my sides. Then, I felt his palm press against my soaked panties, prompting me to arch my back.
"Wet already, wench? No time to waste then."
Before I could blink, my panties were ripped right off and my ankles are positioned on Arthur's shoulders.
Back to the wench act. "What are you doing?"
A little laugh and Arthur said, "You."
With that, the cock that I loved so much plunged into me, making me throw my head back into the pillows in a silent scream of ecstasy.
Arthur didn't wait for me. He just started thrusting, slowly stroking his dick in and out of me, running his veins along my velvet was.
Everything was better than it usually was. His dick had never been this hard and I had never been this wet. Oh god, it started making me moan like a common whore, just like Arthur had predicted.
Eventually, I threw off the virgin prisoner act; I was tired of pretending that I didn't want him, especially when I wanted him this fucking badly. I started meeting his thrusts by shoving my own hips up. He started hitting deeper, and deeper, until he finally hit that wonderful little place inside me that made my panting voice jump an octave.
"Ar-Arthur."
"Yes. Love. Scream. Scream my name. Tell… ugh… everyone who you belong to."
"A-Arthur."
"That's not a scream."
"ARTHUR."
"Louder."
"Arthur!"
"Louder!"
"ARTHUR!" The scream ripped through my throat as I felt the knot in my stomach burst open. Ever little pleasure nerve in my body was overwhelmed as my walls clamped down around that wonderfully skilled cock.
Arthur screamed my name to the sky as warm seed shot into me, prolonging my orgasm by a good minute.
When were both done shaking from pleasure, Arthur collapsed on top of me, slapping his face into my cleavage. It made me laugh; he was usually always so proper. He had never landed on me in such a way.
Arthur looked up at my laughing face and could help but smile too as he reached up and undid the shackles around my wrists.
Once I was free, I pushed us both up to sitting up and threw my arms around Arthur. The gesture surprised him at first, but then I said, "Thank you… and I'm sorry."
Arthur relaxed his arms around me as he said, "I'm sorry too… and you're welcome."
We pulled apart and Arthur planted a tender kiss on my forehead.
"Well, love. There's a pool on the top deck. A movie theater. Shuffle board. "What do you want to do? The ship is yours."
I thought for a moment. And then I said, "You wanna know what a really want to do?"
Arthur recognized the look on my face, knowing that I had something dirty