Teaching Miss Swann

A/N: Rejerito, you got me thinking of PAIN. So this one is for you.

Position 4: Dominatrix (*evil laugh*)

Elizabeth had shackled Jack -naked- to his bed. She was now dancing in front of him, taking each piece of her clothing slowly, smiling at the fact that his member was now fully up and touching his fine, flat belly. Elizabeth smirked as she reached down and pulled his dirty red bandana down over his eyes.

"Tha's not fair, Elizabeth!" Jack complained, but was shushed by Elizabeth kissing him firmly on the mouth. Jack picked his head up to deepen the kiss, desperate for skin-on skin contact now that he was blind.

"I don't care." she growled.

"Your mean."

"Thank you. We are going to play a game."

Elizabeth smiled as she saw Jack grin.

"I like games."

She kissed him along the jawline. Jack moaned in his throat, and Elizabeth continued her voyage down to his ear. She blew in it, and felt Jack's body jerk next to her.

"Shush. You said you wanted me to take control... well, I am taking control." Elizabeth nipped his ear and stood up.

She went to the other side of the room and grabbed one of the already lit candles. She gave her best evil grin, even though Jack couldn't see it.

"The game: I am going to ask you questions. You answer, and if I believe it, I'll kiss you. Starting from the top of your head.... down."

"And if ye don't believe me?" Jack hissed as he felt something hot burn his skin.

"You get burned."

Jack smirked. "I'm game. So, if you win, you..."

"Leave. And keep the cabin door open."

"And if I win?"

"The last place I kiss you... will be pleasant."

"So... either way, you are going to fuck me over?"

Elizabeth grinned, and gave Jack a long, langorious kiss. "Exactly."

"I hope you believe me."

Elizabeth placed the candle down on a chair next to the bed and straddled Jack's stomach. "First question."

"Good place to start."

Elizabeth took Jack's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted.

"OW! Hey- that's not fun!"

"I didn't want to waste the wax."

"Vixen."

"FIRST question-" Elizabeth continued, but smiled at Jack's accusation. She was being a 'vixen', after all. "Hmm... I'll start off easy. Is your name Jack Sparrow?"

"No."

"It's not?"

"It's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, luv."

Elizabeth grinned- how stupid of her. She should have known that Jack would preffer his title. She kissed his forehead and sat back up again.

"Second question."

"Alright."

"Was the Black Pearl your first ship?"

Jack shook his head. "No. Actually, it was The Wicked Wench. On the maiden voyage, however, it caught fire and was rechristened 'The Black Pearl'."

"Are you kidding me?"

Jack shook his head again. "Nope. I mean every word."

Elizabeth grinned and dipped her finger into the wax, and pressed it against his throat. Just when Jack complained, Elizabeth bent forward and kissed the little red mark.

"Why'd you do that?" Jack asked, confused.

"Didn't know if I should believe you or not. So I did both."

Jack smirked. "Next question?"

"Next question: How many did you sleep with? Before me?"

"Woman?"

"Well, yeah, I hope so." Elizabeth bit her lip and looked down into Jack's face. It was difficult to read his expression with a bandana over his eyes.

"Let me think..." Jack sat in silence for a moment, counting all the woman in his head. There was Scarlett, Giselle, Emily... "One."

"One?" Elizabeth didn't believe his answer, so she grabbed the wax candle and went to tip it.

"Yes. One. You. I only had sex with the others- I usually kicked them out of the bed. But you- I slept with you. Next to each other, dreaming kinda sleep."

Elizabeth was touched, and gently put the candle back down on the chair. She bent forward and grabbed Jack in a passionate kiss- which he responded to quite well, Elizabeth could feel his hard phallus poking her back. When they broke apart, Jack was starting to beg for more.

"Lizzie... I need you..."

"We're not done yet."

"Bugger." Jack pouted.

"Why did you sell your soul to Davy Jones?"

"For the Pearl." Jack answered calmly, and felt Elizabeth pour some wax on his chest. He cried out in pain- he told the truth. "BLOODY HELL!"

"Idiot. You didn't sell it for the Pearl." Elizabeth moved next to Jack. "You sold it for freedom."

"What?"

"You told me yourself that the Pearl was freedom." Elizabeth ran her hand across the cooling wax on his chest. "Remember? On that island?"

Jack sighed, remembering that night- and also remembering that he was so painfully hard and he had no release. "Aye. I remember." he said, breathily. "Then I guess I deserved that wax." He smirked. "But I'm going to win. I want to feel myself in your mouth."

Elizabeth's breathing hitched at Jack's words. "Ne- next question?"

"Next question."

Elizabeth gulped and straddled his waist again. "Do you remember your mother?"

Jack sighed. "No. Nor me father- I was raised in a Catholic orphanage."

"Catholic?"

"Well, there were nuns running around, so I guess yes." Jack said, as if stating the obvious. "But when I was twelve I ran away to the sea."

Elizabeth leaned forward again and gave Jack a feather light kiss on his throat. Then she began to nip and kiss her way down to his chest, taking one of his hardened nipples into her mouth and sucking.

"Christ! Lizzie... luv, if I'm not inside of ye soon..." Jack tried to threatened, but only heard Liz laugh.

"You're going to what? Yell at me? Very scary." Elizabeth kissed his chest again and sat up. "Last question. Seeing as you are so impatient."

"Ask away."

Elizabeth bit her lip, and scooted down until she was face level with his cock. She reached up and grabbed the candle, poured a little wax on his belly.

"ARGH! I thought you had to ask the question first!"

"That was a warning." Elizabeth explained. "If you don't answer this question truthfully, the wax will be dripped much lower next time." Jack was silent, and Elizabeth took that as a sign to continue. "Do you love me, Jack Sparrow?"

Jack took a deep breath, and held it. When he exhaled, Elizabeth saw him bit his lip. "Luv, that's not an easy question to answer."

"I want to know. I love you. Do you love me, or is this all just sex to you?" Elizabeth bit her lip as well, thinking his answer might be negative.

"At first, it was. A chance to sex up the Govenor's daughter- which pirate wouldn't want that?"

"But?"

Jack sighed. "But then...I let you sleep with me."

"And?"

"And..." Jack sighed. "And now I am not sure."

"Oh." Elizabeth carefully place the candle on the chair and sat up. "I see."

"Please, luv... I need to see you." Jack asked politely. Elizabeth made her way up and lifted Jack's bandana off his eyes. He took a second to refocused on her face. "There. Now I can say it. I wanted to tell you face to face."

"What?"

Jack Sparrow smiled. "I love your company. Not only in bed- on deck, while working, eating, or just sitting around. You seem to creep your way into me thoughts, and I am not even trying to fight them." Jack smiled. "If that's not a good way to express love, by being someone's friend, I don't know what is."

Elizabeth smiled. So, he didn't love her... but he'd hate it if she wasn't around. That was a start. "Jack?"

"Yes, luv?"

"I think you just won."

"Excellent." Jack Sparrow smirked. "Do you know what to do?"

Elizabeth reached up and unshackled Jack from the bed post. He rubbed his wrists, then ran his hands along her bare chest. "I could guess. Can I do it backwards?"

"Why?" Jack laughed. "Don't like the look of me face in the throes of pleasure?"

"No! Not that- it'll just be interesting."

Jack smirked. His Lizzie, always willing to try new things. "Yes, luv. You can go backwards. It's called the Italian Chandelier."

"Really?"

"Really." Jack gripped her hips. "Now get to work or I'll take you like this."

A/N: Next chapter? Well, it's obvious. The Italian Chandelier!