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“Please, Captain. I can’t take this.”
“I know,” he whispers soothingly, taking the sodden towel from my body and heading to the bathroom.
“Please,” I beg but I’m not sure what for. “Help me. I can’t stand it. I really can’t stand it. I’m going to die.”
He returns with the same towel and places it back over my body.
“If I let you have your hand you’ll harm yourself.”
“I don’t care. I just… I need to come and I’ll be better.”
“Jesus,” he whispers, checking my wrists. “I’ll be back later.”
“No, please,” I cry, kicking out at him. “Do something. Make a cure. Throw me in the sea… anything.”
He exits and I scream with frustration, tossing the towel off me with my legs. I immediately regret it because now I feel too warm again.
“CAPTAIN! PLEASE!”
No reply.
The feeling intensifies, like eating one hot chilli after another even after your mouth is burning. That’s how this feels, like a spicy chilli on my libido.
Time passes, I don’t know how much but when the door opens I try to throw myself at him but the cuffs stop me. I don’t care who he is. I don’t care who he is to me or what he’s done.
I just need this to stop.
“Okay, I give you permission to fuck me now,” I mutter as he scoops up the towel.
He stops in his tracks and I see his resolve wavering. This is not a good man. He’ll cave eventually if I beg him enough. The blur of desire is overpowering every other desire and emotion. I am not in my right mind.
“I’ll be bad with you. I’ll do anything.”
His throat bobs with a swallow. “Don’t tempt me. You’ll regret it in the morning.”
“I won’t… I need it so bad. Please. Please.”
He walks away without even tossing the towel back on me. FUCK!
“I hate it here!” I scream like a petulant child and bury my face into the pillow again. “I hate this boat! I hate this life! I hate this fucking bed!”
When will this end?
Please… make it end. God have mercy.
Every time I think it’s getting better it flares up again. My body needs to be touched, my wrists are raw from where I’ve been pulling them. I’m ready to chew my arm off until finally… finally… the door opens again.
Captain strides over to the bed, purpose in each step. He takes one look at me and plants his knee into the end of the mattress.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he grabs the hem of my shorts and yanks them down my legs.
“Just remember, you asked me to help you.”
“What?” I breathe, thinking he’s about to give me what I need but then he grins at me and slowly lowers his head between my thighs.
I don’t even have enough shame to tell him to stop.
His mouth touches me there and his hands grip the top of my thighs, keeping me still as he dines on me so deliciously.
I writhe against him and on the fifth touch of his tongue I lose it, pulsing against his mouth. He doesn’t stop there, he pushes two fingers into me and God they slide in so easily, that’s how wet and ready I am.
“More,” I beg. “Faster.”
I feel his smug smile as I unravel again, the drugs are the reason this feels so good, not him, he’s just a tool in my sexual pleasure box right now. He’s nothing more.
“Please, don’t stop.” I grind against his face, biting on my lip when he moans against me, fuelling my already combustible body. “I want to fuck you. Please let me.”
He doesn’t stop, he keeps working his mouth and fingers, bringing me to orgasm again and again until finally, I crash.
The lights suddenly go out as the tingles spread through my body one last time.
My body hurts, my arms ache and I desperately need to pee.
I look down, seeking out the weight on my lower half and my eyes widen as my heart beats at a pace so quick it becomes a constant hum.
Sleeping softly, his head resting on my navel, his torso on one of my thighs, my other thigh over his folded arm, is the captain. I stare down at the top of his curly, dark mahogany hair. I’ve never seen his hair as he always wears a bandana. It’s so curly, but they’re thick curls, not quite afro. I want to run my fingers through it because it looks so soft but I don’t want to wake him.
I’ll be mortified if he gloats at me for this. I already can’t forgive myself.
If I ever make it home, what will I tell Niall?
He’s resting directly over my bladder though and my hands are still cuffed. They’re going to hurt so bad today.
“Umm…” I shake my hips a little. “Captain?”
His arms tighten around my hips, and he sighs, sending warm breath across my cold navel.
