Tumbleweed

Title: Tumbleweed
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, PWP
Feedback: Always

Notes: Inspired by the one liner: “Don’t say no to the Captain”


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Nay, one can never say no to the Captain, unless one wants to put their health at risk. You certainly don't have a death wish, but sometimes the man can be completely impossible....

You can't believe him. The nerve of some men! He's impossible. Has he completely lost his mind? You have to wonder sometimes, when he gets that far off look in his eyes, and he's staring out into space, whispering softly in a tongue you don't understand. He talks to her. You know this. The bloody ship. If it's not the sun that's got to his head, it's that damn liquor, what other reason could there be? He swallows it like water, as a man who's stranded in the desert begs to feel the relief of one drop of life's essence on his tongue. Aye, he loves his ship, and he loves his rum. But he'll be damned if he ever loves you.
Despite this knowledge that you've held close to your breast for a half dozen years, you can't help the ache in your soul when your thoughts turn to love. Or the lack thereof in your life.

"What’re your thoughts darling?" You turn sharply, startled by his presence. Damned fool, sneaking up on you like that. Still, your knees tremble and the anger that flared inside you is doused under that intense gaze. His coal black eyes burning into your center, rousing new flames in the ashes of your ire. There is a warmth in those eyes that draws you from the desolate planes of your lonely dreams, pulling you up into the heavens with a single glance. The ship is rocking back and forth on calm ocean rifts, and the spell it weaves over your body beckons to your mind, soothing you presently as he takes you in his arms. "Have you been thinking of my request?"

Aye, that you have. It has numbed your thoughts these long hours that he has left you, alone to ponder the insanity of the man you call lover. You glance up at him timidly. Best to get it over with, and soon. "I've thought of it," you muster your courage, "and I must deny your request, Captain Sparrow." You gaze at the deck, the curves of the floorboards suddenly very intriguing. Your body stiffens when he reaches for your chin, gently, yet firmly forcing your eyes to meet his own.

"You're telling me *no*, then little one?"

"Aye." Your voice trembles.

"I see." His eyes have darkened at this knowledge, if that were possible, and he reverts his gaze out on the water, watching the reflection of the stars upon the gentle waves. Their dance was intoxicating, and you can only hope they've caught the Captain in their spell, pulling his mind away from you. if there ever was a time you didn't long for Jack's attentions on you, this was it. Alas, t’was not meant to be. The mighty spell of the star weaver is not strong enough this eve, and he son looks back to you, his expression unreadable, his eyes, mysterious and calm. Your knees tremble. "That simply will not do."

Before you know it, he has swept you into his arms, and stepped lightly into his cabin. You find yourself disoriented at the swift movement, but before you can protest, his lips have claimed your own in a fiercely possessive kiss. His lips devour you, forcing your own apart with a passion that overwhelms you. He is a hurricane, the storm sweeping you away with its ferocity, and it seems you've lost you anchor...

Your clothes become lost beneath his hands, disappearing, and the cloth folds away to reveal your flesh to his callused and skillful fingers. Carefully, he bears you down upon his lumpy mattress, the bunk worn after years of use. His skill in such matters cannot be denied, and much practice has taught him your likes and dislikes. Yet, tonight is not about you. At least, it seems that way. He will being you pleasure, of that you can be sure, and yet you can also see form his dark expression that he seeks to teach you something you have yet to fully understand. You wince as he bites down, marking the flesh at the base of your throat. You've born love bites before, but this is different. "Jack, please." You whimper, you breath leaving your throat in short gasps. "Please, be gentle." You feel a stirring of fear in your heart, and you can't place its origins. Jack has never hurt you before, never laid a hand on you in anything but devotion and gentleness. He worships your body as a considerate and thoughtful lover. You hear a growl now, somewhere deep in the back of his throat, and you are forced down, your wrists captured within one weathered hand. Your eyes widen, and you make to protest his sudden movement, but Jack will have none of it. Clearly, he'd thought this through, and before you can say a word, you wrists are bound tightly, and you are anchored to the headboard with no hope of escape.

"Hush, little one. No need for alarm." He kisses your temple gently, smoothing back wayward strands of your hair. You cannot help the burst of tears at the corners of your eyes. What madness is this? Why is he acting this way? "I have a lesson to teach, savvy? And you, my dear, are going to learn it."

You are beyond begging his mercy now, and allow yourself to slip into a pliant mould beneath his touch, yearning for the release that was set upon you the moment he locked your gaze on deck. "You are mine," he growls, his voice hoarse with passion, his eyes glazed with desire. He needs this reassurance, this knowledge that he, and he alone, has broken you. His dominance over your body is complete, and ever long has he held your heart in his grip, guarding it ruthlessly as only a man of his nature could do. Your soul however, flew free, effortlessly taunting him, reminding him that your spirit could not be tamed. Jack would never let you know, but he liked you this way. His spitfire, his spark. It made life that much more interesting, when you reared against him, as you had today. Yet, you were also onboard his ship, and like any member of the crew, he would have you allegiance, he would have your submission.

Tonight, you were being taught to obey. You thought back on the morning events, briefly, as Jack kissed his way down you body, leaving you tingling and writhing beneath him in need. That you were capable of coherent thought at all was a miracle, and yet, you remembered his words that morn, burning through your mind in this moment of passion. T'was not a request. It had been an order, disguised as such, for what reason, you did not know.
"Jack!" He has reached your nether regions, his tongue teasing your heated sex, kissing your inner thighs and moving down to brush your knees, the barest hint of a touch on your aching flesh. "Please," you beg, "touch me."
His tongue thrusts mightily into your sex, your need rising has he explores you, throwing you into the arms of ecstasy with every stroke of the wet muscle. You come so near, drawing ever closer to the abyss, ready to fall into it and never wake again....

He suddenly pulls away, and you cry out in frustration. Bastard! The cheeky grin on his face tells you he's not finished with you yet. No sense in giving you what you want until such time arises, and he's certain his lesson has been learned. He reaches for the buttons of his trousers, slowly drawing them over his slim hips, and you watch, your desire growing at the sight of your beautiful lover. His shirt had been lost ages ago, and you'd been grateful to release him of its entrapment before he'd bound your wrists so mercilessly. Now, he is naked and in full glory before you, his tanned flesh stretched over silky muscles, whose raw strength lay deceptively in his lean frame.

Breathtaking. Though you've mourned the scares that mar his flesh, across the chest, and on his beautiful forearms. You've always fancied Jack's forearms, and the stories they tell. You fancy them further when you are held between them, wrapped in his protective embrace, and he is sheathed within you, the pair of you dancing an instinctive beat older than time itself. She moves forward, his arms balancing his weight as his gaze pierces you haze of pleasure.

You know what he wants.

"Be gentle love." You nod, and eagerly take his weeping penis into your mouth. You suck gently, running your tongue along the underside, and paying special attention to the head. The taste of him is salty, not unlike the sea he holds so dear to his heart. You hear and feel his sharp intake of breath, and shudder at the low groan that passes from his lips as you pleasure him. It's not often Jack requests such a thing, but you've made a habit of ensuring that when he does take of it, you are prepared to give him your best. now now take him deep into your throat, applying pressure in the right places, and smiling inwardly as your pirate throws his head back in abandon, the beads and charms twinkling musically, combining with his raised voice to create a melody more beautiful than any other you know. He is close now, so close...

He withdraws from your lips, sighing heavily as he leaves one ecstasy in search of another. Swift as a sparrow, he sheaths himself within you with one firm stroke. This action forces the breath from your lungs, and he wastes no time, taking you forcefully, his thrusts pounding you further into the folds of his beaten mattress, you wrists aching in their bonds. You must touch him, but there isn't time for such a request. His dominance over you is near complete. "You will obey me, is that clear?" You shudder as his shaft pierces you, over and over, the pounding rhythm flooding your ears.

"Savvy?" He rasp's again.

"Yes, Captain!\u bau barely manage to force the words past your lips before you come, your cry of submission mingling with a hoarse shout of ecstasy. Your muscles clamp down, milking him for what he may give you. You feel the warmth of his own release spread within you, his seed filling you to absolute completion.

He kisses you softly, his tongue begging entry as he gentles his claim over you. "You are mine,” he whispers softly into your ear. You nod, shaken by the entire experience. Wi fli flick of his wrists, your bonds are loosened. You wrap your arms around him; seeking comfort only he may give you. He holds you closely, and you are grateful for the contact. Your body is weary, and your mind tormented and confused. You feel the heaviness of your eyelids, and suddenly, sleep is far too near. There is much you want to say, and you find you don't have the energy to say it.

"I love you, Jack." You whisper, even as sleep draws you into its powerful embrace. There is no escape.

"I know."


FIN