His Pirate Bride

His Pirate Bride



Elizabeth watched as Barbossa threw his head back and roared in a fit of laughter.The devil himself couldn’t have had a more wicked laugh she thought to herself, as she stood their feeling it echo through her. Elizabeth clearly was not amused. “What in heavens sake is so damn funny,” she balked? She stood their with her lips pursed with a hand on her hip waiting. “You,” Barbossa laughed. “Me,” Elizabeth responded with insult. “You and yer good girl act, comin round here actin all humble,” he barked. “Shoulda known their was more to this little visit than ye let on.” Elizabeth was greatly offended by his accusing tone. “How dare you, accuse me of being less than honest” she spoke loudly. Barbossa let out a great sigh “you coulda spared yerself some time and trouble” he barked as he walked away. Elizabeth was stunned at his reaction and hastened to follow him. “Captain!” she pleaded. Barbossa quickly turned around, and looked her in the eyes“ The answers no,” he spoke coolly emphasizing the last word. “Sorry to disappoint ye, but I’m afraid we want be needin yer services aboard the Pearl missy!” Elizabeth was dumfounded, “Why not,” she quickly responded. “There’s only room fer one Captain on this ship and I’m fraid yer lookin at em,” he bolstered. “Besides, fer what reason would we be needin a woman on board,” he spoke as his eyes looked her up and down. “That’s what we have Tortuga for,” he spoke with a sly grin. Elizabeth could feel a wave of anger rising from her belly as she realized how much enjoyment he took from humiliating her. She took a step forward, leaning toward him, “Now I remember why I despised you so,” she spoke with disgust. She watched in amazement as he simply drew back with laughter again. The sound of it giving her chills as it vibrated through her. “I needa drink, Miss Turner,” he quipped and walked away. Elizabeth stood still and watched him swagger along, heading below deck. She stood motionless, pondering his sudden change in demeanor. She had almost forgotten how cold and unpredictable he could be. I should of known better, she cursed herself.







By the time she had arrived to his cabin he already sat at his desk with his feet kicked up and a bottle of rum glued to his hand. She stood in the doorway just long enough to feel ill as she saw the smirk upon his face. “Would ya like to take a swig,” he grinned. “Captain, may I ask why you feel the need to pretend your a heartless rogue,” Elizabeth spoke in anger. Barbossa lifted the bottle to his lips but then quickly slapped it back down in front of him. She watched as he removed his feet from the desk and sat up straight in his chair, ready to take on her question. “Sure Miss Turner,” he sharply spoke, “Right after I ask why you came here tryin to fool me with yer charms?” She could see the anger in his eyes as if he had thought she had betrayed him in some way. “Wouldn’t have any thing to do with Jack Sparrow, now would it?” he angrily accused. “What,” she balked. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard of,” she spat. “I haven’t seen heads nor tails of him in years!” Barbossa watched as she stood fuming. “My presence here was only that which I had already stated before,” she firmly stated. “My request to sail upon the Pearl was only an after thought.” She couldn’t believe she had actually allowed herself to think of him kindly. Barbossa crossed his arms and stood quietly, watching to see if her eyes betrayed her. “Go ahead, stare at me if you wish, I have nothing to hide!” she proclaimed. “Hmm”, Barbossa grunted as he walked behind his desk and picked up one of his maps. “Obviously time has distorted my memory of you Captain,” she spoke, “and I’m disappointed in myself for allowing it.” She truly felt foolish now, the moment was becoming a little to real for her. She watched him stand there. He stubbornly pretended to study his map as if he didn’t have a care in the world.. She really did hate him she thought to herself. How could any one stand to be around such a tyrant she wondered. She had humiliated herself enough she decided and let out a huff at the thought of his indifference. .,She turned and headed for the door but not before getting the last word in though. Barbossa curiously watched as a sly smile crept onto Elizabeth‘s face as she turned to face him. “To think I actually came here for a nice friendly visit, but now I realize you’ve never had such with a woman without having to pay for it first,” she declared in a haughty voice. “So I forgive you Captain, ignorance is bliss I suppose. And with that, a small bit of satisfaction filled her and she decided it was now time to leave.







Barbossa sat in his chair, perfectly composed. His face was almost as hard as he was now, although inwardly he could feel a perverse grin trying to creep out. She had rightly put him in his place, and he had conceded. A lesser man would not have been as quick to yield but Barbossa had never been short on confidence. Maybe he had been wrong about her intentions, he thought to himself. Her motives always were a mystery. A state of urgency swept over him as he watched her turn to leave. Might this be his last chance? He quickly raised out of his chair and raised his voice to stop her. “Ms. Turner,” he spoke, his voice strong and firm. Elizabeth hesitated to stop, but did anyway but not before letting out a heavy sigh of dread. She turned around with her brows raised and looked him in the eye, waiting for the punch line. “That dress is almost as bold as ye are missy,” he gruffly spoke. Elizabeth stood waiting. “And my boldness has always been a sore spot with you, hasn’t it Captain?” she confidently replied. She watched as he slowly moved closer to her, his eyes full of devilishness. “Oh but to the contrary miss,” he lowly growled “yer boldness has always been part of yer charm, ye jest need the right man to tame it a little. Elizabeth felt a twinge inside her. The seductiveness of his voice had went unnoticed until now. She hadn’t realized how the depth of it could affect her so. “And I don’t suppose you’d know the man for that job,” she spoke coyly. Elizabeth felt herself backing away as he leaned in closer and closer. Obviously she had stirred something in him and she found herself growing intimidated by the brave look in his eyes.. “Yer lookin at him missy” he growled. Elizabeth found herself backed into a wall now. Barbossa studied her hungrily, watching for a reaction. “Ye’ve turned into quite a beautiful woman Miss. Turner, tis a shame you’d waste it all on a lost cause, he purred. She watched as he reached out and softly slid his hand down the side of her cheek. The roughness of it against her soft skin sent shivers through her body. She knew she should stop this at once, it was the only proper thing to do, but propriety had become a thing of the past. “And If I wish not to waste it?” she softly asked. Barbossa could feel he was almost past the point of no return. The words that had fell from her lips was still ringing in his ears, and every nerve in his body was heightened to it’s peak. His hand fell to her lips and he lightly rubbed his thumb against them while gazing at their fullness. He studied her intently , admiring her sensuality and noting that it had only ripened with age. He leaned in closer, “Speak now if ye wish me to stop missy, to wait any longer would be to late, and any objections would surely be denied,” he hissed. His words did not fall on deaf ears but at this point in time she could hardly care. She only returned his gaze and let her eyes send the invitation. “Do you desire me Captain?” she asked seductively as he held her steady.” “I could tear ye to pieces missy,” he growled as he grabbed the back of her head. A part of her wanted to turn on her heels and leave at once but she no longer had the will to do so. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as she waited for the inevitable. Their bodies were now touching, as he held her tightly, waiting to devour her. “What is it that you want,” he growled with lust . “For you to do as you wish,” she spoke without hesitation. His eyes dropped down lustfully peering at what was in front of him. Her confession was clear, permission had been granted “I accept yer request” he growled. He quickly tightened his grip against her hair and pulled her mouth into his. Her lips stung at the force of his sudden attack. His tongue assaulted hers with fury and she would strive not to disappoint him. She winced as his hands possessively, handled her, grabbing at her breasts and greedily gripping them and pinching at her nipples. The strength of his body pinned her against the wall, securing her position. She reached out to touch his face only to have it thrust above her and held to the wall. His lust only heightened her pleasure and any pain she received from it would not go unwelcome. He placed his hand firmly beneath her jaw to keep her steady as he indulged himself within her mouth. Any attempt to steady his advances would surely be in vein, she thought to herself as she tried to catch her breath. His actions were that of a man possessed but that didn’t stop her from trying to calm his ferocious appetite. She pushed at him until he took notice, pulling himself back, a look of irritation across his face. She only wanted him to slow down, so she could enjoy the moment but her wish went unheeded. “More,” he growled, as if to question her, and then placed his knee in between her legs and began to grind himself against her. She could hardly find the breath to respond. When she finally did she couldn’t help finding herself pushing him back. Suddenly he stepped away, his breath was labored. He was silent, yet never removed his eyes from her. The power they held behind them only made her want him more. She gasped as she felt her feat being swept from underneath her. He gallantly carried her into his arms and kicked the door to his cabin open with his foot. He softly placed her on the edge of his bed and she watched silently as he removed his hat and wistfully slung it to the floor. He pulled at his coat and weapons and discarded them as if they were only an irritation against him. She decided to help him along and slid her hand below to where he kept his pistol. “Lookin fer this,” he purred and held it up and placed it in her hand. She stood still, searching his face for some sign of vulnerability, but he never flinched. He stood firmly watching her as she held it up in front of her, a sly grin upon her face. He held out his hand waiting for it’s return and she sweetly complied. He settled himself comfortably in a chair from a nearby corner. He leaned back contently, mumbling the word “undress” as he watched her. She gladly obeyed. She approached him slowly, turning around and lifting her hair. He promptly took the cue and unzipped the scarlet dress for her. She stood to her feet once more and began to peal the dress from her. “Turn around,” he softly growled. His eyes staring as she faced him and seductively let the dress slide from her flesh, happily stepping out of it. He stood again and moved toward her, placing his hands on her hips. He quickly turned her about and began to steadily loosen each of the laces from her corset. She closed her eyes and waited, feeling the pressure of his hands releasing her from it’s restraints.. He would watch as she removed the rest of her clothing, beneath them only the curves of her soft flesh remained. He stood admiring her form, and she vaguely heard the word “beautiful” spoken under his breath. He was clearly a man of few words. He only spoke when needed, preferring to rely on action instead of empty words. She felt herself vulnerable now, standing in front of him completely unclothed, but the longing in his face made her quickly forget. She felt her heart quicken as his hands lips and hands skillfully found their way around her body. He was different now, more soft and tender. His tongue glided firmly yet softly in her mouth as his body pushed her to lie on the bed. His passionate kiss seemed to be effortless now and slid against her tongue without awkwardness. Any doubts she had felt were put to rest now, his experienced and confident manner putting her at ease. He hovered over her limp body showering her with his affections, only stopping to remove his clothing. She laid still and watched as he removed his shirt, leaving only the heavy necklace he wore upon him. The sight of his bare chest startling her as she lay below him. It seemed to belong to a man half his age, she thought to herself as she glided her hand across it’s smoothness. Its form and texture were in stark contrast to his rugged face. He held her head as she raised herself to him and put her mouth against his nipples, running her tongue around the edges. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused by the sight of it. His member grew harder by the moment as he watched her fervidly take in the taste of his skin. Her lips and tongue darted against his hard chest as she gripped him tightly with her hands. He was patient with her, her and letting her touch and feel him as she pleased while he took in the sensations. His control was happily rewarded as she pulled him over her once more and slid her hand down to feel his hardness. She could feel it swell as she held it in her hand. The size of it thrilling her and she gripped it even harder wanting to feel more of it’s firmness. Barbossa let out a grunt of pleasure as she squeezed, a look of hunger appeared as he opened his eyes.“ Do ye like what ye feel” he purred. A wave of heat engulfed her and she pulled him down on her, kissing him hard. A surge of energy taking a hold of them both. His hands and mouth now in a frenzy. He could feel her legs pushing against his back wanting to feel his hardness upon her. They both were caught in a fury of passion, each wanting more. His hands groped and pinched her, leaving their imprint upon her flushed skin. He could wait no more, he needed to feel her, to touch her hotness. She continued kissing him as she felt his hand move between her legs and she gladly welcomed it’s presence. He lightly rubbed against her wetness, it’s readiness calling to him. She lay in a state of bliss as his mouth moved about her breasts all the way down to her belly button, his hands now preparing her soft spot for his tongue. She lifted to her elbows watching him curiously as he began to wet his appetite. “Hmmm,” he growled, and moved his head down, ready to indulge but Elizabeth winced at the sight of it, pushing his head away. Barbossa raised himself, an annoyed look in his eyes. He glared at her intently and read the confusion on her face. He couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at her naivety and lack of experience. “ He readied her with his fingers, gliding them in and out, watching as she lie in pleasure. “I want to feel you” she called to him. He wasted no time granting her request, pulling at his belt, sliding out of the remainder of his clothes. He lay on top of her kissing her once more, grabbing the inside of her thigh. A sigh of pleasure escaping her as she felt him pushing within her. She winced as she took him in completely, his size now filling all of her. He felt the warmth of her around him, tightening against him as he slid in and out of her wetness. Her hands gripped him tightly as he moved within her. She whimpered softly as he did so, the feeling of him large inside her, his prowess strong and firm. She watched him intently as he worked hard to pleasure her. The act itself seemed to come so natural to him. He never took his eyes from hers. He wanted to remember this moment, this one night she would belong to him. The thought of being with her only encouraged his ferocity. To have his affections returned by the woman he had coveted for so long was almost to much. Elizabeth gasped as he thrust deeper and deeper into her, digging her nails deep into his skin. He had hardly noticed the sounds coming from her, his mind lost in a fog of ecstasy. Was he hurting her he wondered, as he listened to the gentle grunts that escaped from her. He instinctively pulled back, slowing down his frantic rhythm. His sudden reaction surprised him. He had never made these kinds of concessions before. “Harder,” he heard her respond. He returned to his quickened pace, his animal instincts taking him over. “I could tear ye to pieces” he growled, grabbing her tighter. He uncharacteristically tried to be selfless, giving her the chance to climax. She marveled at his stamina, feeling herself being moved and repositioned several times, his pace never slowing. The scar that sat beneath his eye reminding her of the warrior that he was. The ink that marked his skin fascinating her. He was the sort of pirate she had dreamt about as a child, here in the flesh, gladly taking from her all that she would give. She continued to pull him closer to her, kissing him passionately as they made love. The taste of his mouth mixed with rum and it’s own unique flavor. The man she had once despised so, deep inside her now, releasing her from the chains that had bound her so. Their bodies completely intertwined, her legs wrapped around him, guiding him into her. The pleasure he took from her submission was more than he could have imagined. She had surrendered herself to him completely and he would proudly take possession. He watched intensely as her body moved with his.. The rythym of their movements in sync with the other. Her willingness obvious from the warmth and wetness that he felt, as he slid in and out. The sensations pulsing through him told him it was almost time. His hunger only increasing as their bodies clashed against each other. He lifted her legs and buttocks up into the air, and drove himself harder and quicker into her. A slight giggle escaped her as she felt him firmly slap her on her backside and sink his fingers into it’s softness. “Ye like,” he growled ready to explode. She watched as he thrust into her, his heavy necklace moving against his chest, the sweat from his brow starting to fall. The gratification behind his blue grey eyes, calling to her. His face began to tighten and she could hear a low grunt come from chest as he reached near the end. The friction inside her becoming increasingly uncomfortable as he pounded her harder and harder. A loud cry came from her as she felt the hardness from this final stab deep within her. An intense twinge in her stomach grabbed her as he breathlessly spoke his last word,“ Elizabeth,” before collapsing in her arms, only to raise again and softly kiss her lips. His sentimental affection melting her into a puddle.







They both lay breathless, lying there in the moment. It was eerily quite she thought to herself, trying to ignore the fact. He suddenly looked down at her, a sly grin on his face. She laughed inside at the thought of it. She made an attempt to raise herself up from the bed but was quickly scolded for it. “Wer do you think yer goin missy,” he spoke, his eyes waiting for the answer. “Nowhere I suppose,” she laughed. “That’s better,” he growled and kissed on the head, holding her protectively. They lie face to face looking at each other as if it where the first time, each one taken with the other. She was quite taken with his gentle nature, not knowing what to expect at first. He was lost in the memories of the past as he lay their looking into her eyes. She was the same girl he had enviously wanted for his own, not so long ago. The same one who had loathed him once upon a time. She watched startled as he suddenly sat upright in the bed. His commanding air back on display. “Miss Turner,” he announced. “Elizabeth,” she quickly corrected him. “Elizabeth,” he spoke softly as if to say her point was taken. “Tis not often I admit that I have made a mistake,” he firmly stated. “A mistake,” she wondered. “I’m afraid I spoke with haste when I denied yer request to sail on the Pearl again.” “After much thought and gentle persuasion on yer part,” he grinned “ I shall acquiest to your request.” Elizabeth laughed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t do me any favors, Captain” she smartly replied. And don‘t dare mistake what happened between us as some kind of bribery on my part.” “There’s plenty of ships in the ocean, Captain.” she balked. “Yes, he answered but there’s only one Pearl and only one Elizabeth and besides I want be takin no fer an answer, he growled. He gave a seductive smile as he waited for her response. “Will see Captain, will see,” she grinned. “And fer future reference,” he spoke leaning in closer “ The name is Hector.”