Demons

Chapter Two

Barbossa was never one to deny his precious little pet what she wanted. He had lived for a long time and had dealt with plenty of his own demons. He knew that every person had a cruel darkness inside of them. Even the once very innocent Elizabeth Swann…Elizabeth Turner now. He still couldn’t believe that he had agreed to marry her to the pathetic offspring of Bootstrap Bill. He should have refused and then maybe he could have kept the lass for his own pleasurable uses.

“Ya’ve been with Jack, I can smell him all over yer skin. A wife should not be sleeping outside the martial bed. If ye was my wife, I’d keep ya under lock and key,” Barbossa hissed into her ear, taking the tender flesh of tip of her ear between his sharp teeth.

Elizabeth let out a soft gasp of air and her body jerked slightly.

“I couldn’t help myself. It’s hard to resist a man like Captain Jack Sparrow,” Elizabeth smirked.

Barbossa chuckled and let go of her ear. She was going to be feisty tonight.

“Aye, not many can resist Jack’s charms. But ye be a married woman now and you hold the key to young Turner’s heart. Perhaps you do not want his heart anymore,” he replied, trailing his long, jagged fingers down her slender neck.

“I…I will always want Will’s heart. I love him,” she whispered as she closed her dark eyes, allowing the pleasure to take over her body.

“Do ya now? Because your behavior would prove otherwise.”

He pushed Elizabeth forward, taking a rough hold of the back of her dress and expertly ripped it off her body. He sent the petite woman falling to the ground rather hard. He didn’t bother asking if she was alright for he knew that she was. This is what she wanted from him. She could find her happy love making sessions with Will or Jack. What she got from Barbossa was completely different. He satisfied the darkness within.

Elizabeth struggled to get into sitting position and then glared at him. It was reminding him of the first night they met on The Black Pearl. He could see the fire inside of her. Young Mr. Turner did not know how to rein such a fiery lass, but Hector Barbossa certainly did. He knew how to give anyone their darkest desires.

Elizabeth’s dark eyes glossed over with some small fear and a very large amount of desire as she used her hands to scoot back from him. The chase, the fight, that’s what she liked the most. She could never picture Will chasing her around the kitchen table and then grabbing her, bending her over it and fucking her hard like she was a wild horse needing to be tamed. Hector would though. Jack probably would as well.

Barbossa’s boots feel heavily onto the wooden planks as he walked slowly towards his prey. He had to admit that his nights with this precious lass were well worth it. Elizabeth made him feel very much alive. The woman made him feel like he was more than just an old, crusty pirate captain. She made him feel like a warm blooded, strong man. She never had fear or disgust in her eyes for him anymore. There was desire and sometimes Barbossa liked to imagine there was love for him in her sparkling eyes as well.

He grabbed her legs roughly as he knelt down on the floor, pulling her body towards his. Elizabeth let out a soft squeal and for a brief second a smile appeared on the captain’s face. Roughly he pushed her linen undergarment dress up her legs, exposing her bare thighs and round hips, which had grown a bit after little Turner’s birth. He didn’t mind though, just more lovely flesh for him to work with. His rough hands stroked her smooth flesh.

“Let’s get the rest of this clothing out of the way, shall we?” he said and Elizabeth knew she didn’t need to respond as he pulled the garment off her, leaving her completely naked.

Her breasts had grown fuller now with the milk for the baby. Her pert pink nipples were standing tall and erect for him. Oh yes, she looked so delicious and he couldn’t wait to devour her. Elizabeth reached her fingers out, grasping the hem of his hat and pulled it off his head.

“I like to see your face,” she told him softly.

Barbossa responded with a little nod while deep inside he felt his heart swell with happiness. He was aware that he was no Will Turner. He was not young by any sense of the word. He had his scars, his rotted teeth and long claws. He never once thought of himself as handsome, but the girl wanted to see his face. Perhaps he wasn’t as ugly as he once thought.

He grabbed her hips again and dug his sharp nails into her skin, making her cry out softly in pain that was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure. It was enough to leave marks, but not enough to draw blood. He wasn’t sure if she was ready to bleed for him yet. Although he had made her bleed for him before. Elizabeth’s head fell back as she parted her mouth wider. Those sharp nails teased her wet entrance, making her hips buck as she pushed further into his touch as he slipped a single digit up her.

Elizabeth began to pant as she stared intensely at his face. There were scars, but it made him that more appealing. He had a past, he was damaged goods, and he had a dark side. All those things intrigued her. He was no innocent by any means. Her walls contracted around his commanding fingers and it wasn’t long before she found herself releasing.

She was so warm. She was so alive. She craved him.

“Lass, you better be recovering fast because we are far from through,” he told her, pulling his finger out and stood up to remove his own clothes.

“Hurt me please,” she whispered through her dry lips as the heavy leather belt dropped onto the floor.

“Ask me properly, pet,” he growled.

“Mmm, hurt me please master,” she grinned, stretching her sweaty, naked body out, making herself look like a wanton strumpet.

Once he was naked, he grabbed her legs again and flipped her over onto her belly, that round peachy ass sticking up in his face. He stroked one of the tanned globes tenderly with his finger for a moment. The first lash was hard, right against the curve of her ass, making her cry out before biting her lip. He watched the young woman clench her fists together for a moment before relaxing them.

“Remember this is what ye asked for,” he reminded her, bringing the leather belt down again and it bit into her tender skin, leaving a faint red mark.

Her eyes fell closed and her body jerked with each stroke. When he was finished, her backside was sore and throbbing. Barbossa tossed his belt aside and squeezed her tender ass, making her moan softly. A cruel little smile tugged on his lips as he spread her legs apart and cupped her dripping sex.

“I can see that this not much of a punishment for ya, missy,” he smirked.

“Well you’re to blame for that,” she replied saucily, earning herself a hard smack from his hand against her raw behind.

“Feisty little thing,” he smiled, loving her uninhibited side.

Elizabeth scooted back, pressing her sore ass against his growing erection. She longed to have him inside of her. Barbossa took hold of her hips and violently thrust in. She cried out loudly in pleasure. She felt as if she might be split in two, not that she would mind. She would gladly die during sex if it was with him.

The burning sensation built up inside of him and he grabbed the girl’s hips hard, digging his nails in into the creamy tissue as he came hard inside of her. He pulled away and watched the nail welts fill with blood. Elizabeth lay on her belly, panting heavily. She had a few tears gathered in her eyes, but she had a huge grin on her face as well. Hector always managed to satisfy her every craving.

“I love you,” she said softly as she looked at him, leaving them both shocked by her words.