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“Listen up crew! We have ten minutes to get in, grab anything that looks valuable, and get out. With any luck we’ll be able torch those bastard’s useless hunk of metal before they come back aboard. Got it?” Her voice rang out from the helm of The Nemesis.
A series of whoops and cheers came from her rowdy bunch of misfits, and she watched as they grabbed their weapons in preparation to storm the abomination that is the Cybership. Captain Jade sheathed her own rose-gilded sword in the thigh strap on her black leather pants and followed her crew in search of the treasures that were rightfully theirs.
As always, her subordinates took the upper deck and living spaces, while she took the captain’s quarters and the dungeons. She took Captain Musk’s living space first, not being able to help wrinkling her nose at the distasteful decor. Luckily, there were plenty of over-the-top pieces that would sell for a nice coin in the next town over. She filled a sack with everything she considered unoffensive to the eye and made her way to her final destination. She could hear her crew’s cheers from down the hall, where she could only assume the kitchens were.
Usually, she used the ship’s dungeon as a last-minute look to see if there were any weapons they could use, but occasionally she found that was where the real treasures were kept.
She grabbed a torch from the outside wall, but quickly found it wasn’t necessary, as there was a single flame casting a glow on a lone silhouette. Under the impression the ship would be empty, her guard immediately went up, and she drew her sword from the holster at her side. Taking in the dingy cell with an uncomfortable looking cot, she moved slowly to get a closer look at the small form sitting on the bed. At that moment, she stepped on a creaky floorboard, and the person’s head snapped up with a wild look in his eyes.
Upon meeting forest green eyes with a calculating gaze, she took another few steps forward. She stuck her sword through metal bars and used the tip to lift his chin up higher to meet her gaze.
“Well hello there. What are you doing here pretty boy?” She meant it to sound derogatory, but even through the dirt and grime she could tell he really was quite pretty with wide, innocent looking eyes and perfectly soft pink lips. He looked perfectly calm with perfect posture and his hands in his lap, even with a black leather collar hooking him to the bed and a sword tip pressing against his neck.
He didn’t respond, just continued to look up at her through impossibly long lashes with a look that could only be described as awe. She let her gaze fall lower and that’s when she saw it. Peeking through his half unlaced white shirt was a chain carrying a pendent that had what was clearly the royal coat of arms on it. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks and when she brought her gaze to meet his once more, he was looking at her with a little smirk tugging at his lips.
Without looking away, she reached for the key ring she stole from the captain’s quarters and held it up. “You’re coming with me Your Highness.” She made sure to seep the honorific with as much sarcasm as she could manage.
“I’ll come for you anytime love,” his lips still held that enticing smirk and his voice came out scratchy from underuse. The captain just raised her eyebrow and took a moment to consider whether he was being truthful. Deciding it didn’t matter, she broke his gaze and went to work finding the correct key to get the door open.
When she got the door open, she found him still patiently sitting on the bed, but now his feet were planted on the side of the bed facing her. She grabbed a hold of the chain linking him to the bed and pulled his face closer to hers so she could whisper in his ear.
“On your knees pet.”
She heard his breath catch before he immediately sank to his knees before her.
She gave him a sly little smile before muttering a good boy just to see his reaction. He did not disappoint, with his eyes falling closed as his whole body shivered. “Oh, you’ll do nicely. Right, turn around, hands behind your back.” He wordlessly followed her command, and she pulled out her spare rope and roughly bound his hands together, making sure it was tight enough that he couldn’t escape. After taking a moment to admire her work and watch him squirm a bit, she crouched down and grabbed him by the chin. He was leaning back into her chest, and her sword was back against his neck right above the leather strip.
“You are to follow my every command from now on, got it? You’re mine now.” She spoke directly into his ear, and she heard him release a shaky breath before muttering a small “yes ma’am.” Her entire body lit up at those words, and she quickly stood up before he could feel how much she was shaking with the effort of staying in control.
She could hear her crew getting restless, so she quickly located the right key to release him from the bed but decided to keep the collar around his neck.
“Stand up.” When he didn’t move fast enough, she tugged the chain connected to the collar and said in a sterner voice, “I said get up.” Once he was up, she realized he was slightly taller than her, so her line of sight was directly in front of his nearly hairless chest which was pushed forward slightly due to his hands being bound. She held her sword in one hand and his bound wrists and the chain connected to his neck in the other, giving him a little shove and telling him to move.
They made it to the top of the deck where the rest of the crew were talking quietly while nervously glancing at the harbor where their enemies could be returning at any moment. Captain Jade raised her fingers to her lips and let out a sharp whistle to get everyone's attention. She waited for everyone to get in their designated lineup before beginning to speak.
“Alright everybody. From the looks of it, we have enough food to last us at least a week, and the loot I found in the captain’s cabin will pay for any weapons we need to replace. I know we planned to head towards Greenland, but the plan has changed. For those of you who don’t know, this is Prince Liam, and he will be the key to winning this revolution. No one is allowed to speak to him but me, am I understood?” She sent a stern glare to her whole crew, only receiving mildly curious looks and prompt nods in return. “Alright, now let's get the hell out of this ship. Ava, you’ll load the canons and fire as soon as we are a safe distance away, Claire, you’ll sort out the loot, and Aashna, you will set course for Washington. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.” She received a series of aye captains, and out of the corner of her eye she could see his royal highness practically salivating at the mouth, which she filed away for later, but didn’t spare him a glance, instead choosing to lead her crew back to the safety of her ship.
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Once they were back aboard The Nemesis, Jade led Liam to her dungeon, which coincidentally happened to be directly down the hall from the captain’s quarters. She decided to create a similar set-up, attaching his collar to the head of the bed, but keeping his hands bound until she could get some information out of him.
“Sit. Stay.” She pushed him onto the bed, so he fell onto his bound hands and had to use his lean, but prominent muscles to get into a more comfortable position. When he fell, she caught sight of his very obvious enjoyment of her treatment, but she decided to just smirk down at him and mouth a quick good boy before turning around and heading towards the door.
She decided to not close the metal door in a little taunt, but still planned to lock the door from the outside once she got out. Just as she reached the door though, she was stopped by a horse “wait” from the bed. She turned towards him with a single brow raised.
“What are you going to do with me?” He sounded uncertain and sort of nervous for the first time, but he still maintained that perfect posture.
She just looked him up and down and said, “I haven’t decided yet.” With that she walked out and closed the door, stopping to lean against it and attempt to gather her thoughts. After a minute she pushed off to eat with her crew, with plans to bring a small plate for Justin.
Just as she was about to leave for the dungeons, she was stopped by Ava catching her arm. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing with him captain?” She asked with a concerned frown.
“Don’t worry. I know exactly what I’m doing with him. Now please run me a sponge bath in my quarters, I will be down there shortly.” Ava just straightened her posture and gave a quick yes captain before moving in the opposite direction to do exactly that.
Back in the cell room, there were two chairs and a table next to the bed. She set the plate of food down on the table, before moving to unhook his collar from the bed. As soon as that was taken care of, she gathered her strength to pin him against the wall, relishing in his look of surprise.
“I am going to ask some questions, and you are going to give me some answers. I will know if you’re lying, but if you give me information, I will give you food, understood?”
“Understood,” he responded, not even trying to hide the desire from his voice.
“Good,” she said, pushing off the wall to sit on the chair closest to the wall.
“Are you going to untie me?”
“No, I don’t think I will. Now kneel.” He fell to his knees in front of her and gave her that impossible look; the one she knew would keep her up at night. She quickly shook her head to bring thoughts back and cleared her throat before getting a forkful of the corned beef they had for dinner.
“How long have you been on that ship?”
“I was taken on my 18th birthday.” This concerned her as the prince’s birthday was about a month ago. With a creased brow she fed him the first bite of food which he accepted gratefully and with an enticing little moan.
“How does one take a prince?”
“Well, if said prince tries to run away, it's pretty easy to get him on a ship with the promise of safe passage across seas.”
At this she fed him two bites of steamed vegetables and touched his soft hair just because she could. He leaned into it like a cat, and she filed that information for later as she attempted to pull loose a knot at the back of his head. Now she was deep in thought and petting him was strangely relaxing.
“Do you know what they planned to do with you?”
“You know, strangely enough they didn’t really let me in on their inner thoughts,” he said in a bratty voice. Without even thinking about it, she tightened her grip and pulled his head back so that she could look him in the eye and glare. This didn’t go to plan though as he held her gaze and let out another moan. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and when she let it out, she let out a scoff that sounded strangely like the word brat.
When she opened her eyes, she leaned in closer until they were sharing breath and looked him straight in the eyes and asked, “Do you want me?”
He did not hesitate for a second before answering in the affirmative.
“Good.” With this she let go of his hair and stood up, only to kneel behind his back and untie his hands. “Now eat. You’ll need your energy.”
They did not talk while he finished dinner. He focused on his food, only squirming occasionally under her undivided attention. As soon as he finished eating, she stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, pushing him against the wall. She raised his wrist above his head and moved the other to join it holding them both with one hand. She barely needed to hold tight to keep him from moving, but she tightened her grip anyway, just to see his eyes roll back into his head.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” She barely finished her sentence before her lips met his and suddenly, they were swept up in the passion of it all. There was no finesse to it, just heavy breathing and bodies pressed against the other. They took turns exploring the others' mouth until the exploding heat burned to a simmer. Through heavy breathing, one would steal just one more kiss or try to pull back only to be chased by the other.
It seemed like neither were able to pull too far away, so they rested their foreheads against each other while they basked in their discovery of each other. It was another few quiet moments together before Jade pulled back and looked him in the eyes with a look of determination and fire.
“Right, we are going back to my quarters. First, I’m going to bathe you, then I’m going to tie you to my bed, and then I’m going to learn every corner of your body until you are begging me to cum like the good boy I know you are.”
“Yes ma’am,” he responded with a glazed over look and a pretty blush that spread all the way down to his neck. With that she led him by the leash, down the hall, into her bedroom and bathing area.
As soon as the door was closed, she ordered him to strip as she looked with her arms crossed. She tried to look unaffected but really, she had to squeeze her biceps in order to keep from touching the gorgeous body that was slowly being revealed to her. He absolutely knew what he was doing, first undoing the intricately detailed black corset that hugged his waist just right, then slowly lifting his lace-up white shirt that was probably once pristine.
He was obviously trying to maintain eye contact, but her eyes stayed firm on the perfectly slim body, with abs that she never would’ve guessed belong to a prince. He then turned around and unbuttoned his black pants to reveal the most perfect ass she's ever seen, encased in an obscenely tight pair of lacey black panties. He slowly bent over to remove the pants and his socks, and then turned back to face her, his erection pointing straight at her, begging for attention.
Her gaze could only be described as predatory; her breath was short as she imagined all the things she wanted to do with him.
“Take them-” she had to clear her voice and avert her eyes from the pair of underwear that were wreaking havoc on her self-control. “Take them off and get in the bath.” She said this while forcing herself to hold eye contact.
He once again gave that sexy little smirk of his before dropping the pair of underwear and quickly turning towards the basin giving his hips an extra sway before stepping into the bath and giving her a perfectly innocent look as he gradually lowered himself into the lukewarm water.
She just shook her head in hopes of kickstarting her brain and muttered under her breath something about how he would be the death of her. She retrieved a pillow from a chair in the corner of the room and knelt before the basin while rolling up the sleeves of her black button-up shirt. First, she got his hair wet and spent a good five minutes massaging shampoo and conditioner in as he practically became putty in her hands. Then she carefully scrubbed the dirt and blood off his face, all the while marveling at the vulnerability of his gaze. No one had ever looked at her so openly and she didn’t know how to feel about it.
He helped very little when it came to washing his body, letting her maneuver him however she wanted, turning his skin pink from her care. All the while, his eyes studied her with that same look of awe that made her blood turn scorching.
All the while, the only sounds were of water splashing and her commands to move a certain lanky limb. Finally, she finished cleaning him and took another calming breath before helping him out of the basin and into a soft towel. She could have let him dry himself, but if she were being honest with herself, she could admit she just didn’t want to stop touching him.
When he was all dry, she used the towel to pull his waist closer to hers until his naked body was pressed against her fully clothed form. She let the tension build, just sharing breath for breath, until finally she leaned up and captured his lips in another brain melting kiss. It only lasted for a short while though, as she was beginning to get impatient.
“Follow me. Oh, and bring the towel.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs to look up at him as he awkwardly awaited her command. She let him squirm before taking pity and telling him to get back on his knees. “Now, I want you to fetch the collar I left in the bathroom, can you do that?”
He moved to get back on his feet, but seeing the look she sent him, he got on all fours and crawled to follow her command. While his back was turned, she quickly shed her clothing as well, relishing in the sharp intake of breath this earned her. He moved quicker on his way back like an excited puppy, so she decided to reward him as one.
“You’re such a perfect boy for me, aren’t you? Do you want your collar, baby?” He gave a sharp nod and at this she sent him a look of disapproval. “I want words, love.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“What else?”
“Please.”
“Hm please what?”
“Please can I have my collar ma’am.”
“That’s better.” She took the strip of leather and chain and wrapped it around his neck, and she thinks she had never seen anything more enticing than this boy collared, naked, and on his knees before her. “Fuck, you look perfect pet.” She didn’t even bother hiding the breathlessness in her voice. “Do you want to please me?”
He gave several eager nods and quickly added a “Yes ma’am.”
She pulled him by the chain towards her center, but at the same time, tugged him by the hair in the opposite direction. She watched as he struggled to stick his tongue out to accommodate the space between them and gave a cruel little laugh before dropping the hand in his hair to let him explore on his own.
He started off with slow licks with the flat of his tongue, and at the first taste of her he let out a helpless whimper. His eyes were closed with a look of bliss on his face, and she watched, propped up on her elbows, until she couldn’t take the kitten licks any longer and forced him by the hair to press harder. He traced his tongue in little circles around the clit, pressing harder at just the right spot. Suddenly, he wrapped his mouth around her most sensitive area and gave a harsh suck. Her loud moan must have encouraged him because as soon as he released suction, he sped up his tongue, moving it in a fast back and forth motion, only stopping to briefly suck, or move closer to the center of her. He was driving her wild, and eventually she needed more. “Put a finger inside me.”
He immediately obeyed, and his thicker finger felt better inside her than hers ever could. He took a minute to explore, experimenting with pushing in and out or curling it towards her front wall. At this, hot pleasure seemed to radiate from where he was making her feel good. “Another- ah.”
He had his middle and ring finger curling towards the spot that could make her see stars, and all the while kept up with the perfect rhythm of his tongue. “Faster yes good boy, fuck you’re such a good boy for me.”
He gradually increased the speed of both his tongue and his fingers, and she started to feel the heat travel up her limbs. The consistent rubbing of that spot inside and the slight sting from the stretch had a pressure building in her abdomen that she’d never felt before. He continued to increase the speed and pressure and suddenly the pressure snapped and she was thankful he set the towel under his knees because she was squirting all over his face. Every limb was hot and shaky, and she was still convulsing with little aftershocks as she opened her eyes that she didn’t remember closing.
She moved her awed look back down to him, but a movement caught the corner of her eye. His right hand was reached down to touch himself and at the thought of him getting off by pleasuring her, the heat was renewed.
“I don’t remember telling you that you were allowed to touch yourself.”
He gave her a pleading look but with a soft curse he moved his hand away from himself. “I'm sorry ma’am.”
“What was that?” She asked with her eyebrow raised.
“I’m sorry I disobeyed, please forgive me ma’am.”
She leaned back up, so they were back to face to face and whispered for him to say it again. Somehow, he knew exactly what she was asking for, and he immediately started letting out a series of helpless pleas. “Very well. Now get on the bed.”
He laid back on all black covers, and she had to take a minute to try and burn the perfect image into her mind. The contrast of pale skin and the sheets she sleeps on made her heart do funny things. He was spread out for her like a feast, and she decided in that moment that she was keeping him. She went into the drawer beside her bed and took out restraints that would capture both his wrists and ankles so that he wouldn't be able to move from this position.
She felt the overwhelming urge to devour his mouth, so she straddled his hips and did exactly that. If asked afterwards, neither would be able to tell how long they were in that position, chasing after each other's lips and occasionally rocking together. She could tell he was getting desperate when his hips built up a constant rhythm and every once in a while, he would make these sounds that were death to her self control.
Slowly she moved down his body, marking her territory along the way. Every time she could see that a mark would bruise, something inside her burst with pride. She took her time exploring and learning what he liked or how hard he wanted his nipples pinched. Every time he really liked something, his abs would clench, and his breath would leave him. She decided that it would now be her life's mission to make him do that as often as possible.
She soon made it to his dick which could not have been anymore perfect. It wasn’t too long, but it wasn’t short either. He was definitely on the thicker side, and that fact made her insides clench in anticipation for the stretch. The head was the biggest she’d seen, and quite honestly, she wanted to lick him like an ice cream cone. This fact was made even more enticing by the little pearl of precum gathering at the tip.
She took as much time down there as she did on his upper body. She experimented with levels of suction, speed, where to pay special attention, and played with his balls which were like velvet in her hand. His hips were now lifting off the bed, and though she loved this fact, she pushed them down to remind him who was in control. At his first muttered plea, she gave a deep groan, which she could only assume caused vibrations as he soon echoed her.
“Please what?”
“Please can I cum?”
“No.” She went back to it but was back to going slow and exploratory. She reached a finger down under his balls and rubbed his perinium, resulting in more precum being released onto her tongue.
“Fuck I need to- please.”
“You are not to cum until I tell you that you can or else you will be punished, am I understood?”
“Oh my god, fuck then you’re going to have to stop doing that because I’m close.”
“Good boy.” She pulled back but didn’t go far, instead just laying her head on his thigh and playing with his leg hair. Once his breathing slowed and his abs stopped convulsing, she started her little game once more. He didn’t last as long this time, and she decided to take pity on him and move on with it.
She crawled up his body and when her legs were around his hips, she leant down to whisper in his ear, “I’m going to break you.” She then grabbed his ear lobe with her teeth, reveling in the power she felt. After sitting there for a second so he could get himself under control, she leaned back with hands on his chest, pinched his nipples once more, and lined him up with her pussy. She took a second to pause, looked down at him and asked just to make sure, “Are you clean, pretty boy?”
He looked like he took a second to process but then gave another fast head nod, to which she said good and immediately got back to what she was doing. Sinking down on him felt like finally being whole. The stretch burned just right, and she didn’t stop until she was fully seated. She sat there for a moment as he gave a little sob, then lifted her hips and found that moving felt even better. It didn’t take long for her to set a rhythm, sometimes leaning back so he could watch, and sometimes leaning forwards to mark him more.
They were moaning in unison, when he finally muttered that he was close. She thought about just letting him have it but then decided he hadn’t begged enough. She changed from rapidly moving up and down, instead leaning down on his chest and slowly grinding her clit on his pelvic bone. After making another love bite and listening to his breathing even out a little bit, she sat up and raked her nails down his chest, leaving lines of bright red. She then leaned back down and whispered in his hear that she owned him. Finally, the heat got to be too much, and she couldn’t take it anymore.
“If you want to cum, you’ll have to work for it. Now move.” With them both laying horizontally, it shouldn’t have been as good as it was, but him moving inside her while being so close felt perfect. They sloppily made out, both breathing more than actually kissing, but when they started to lose rhythm, she leaned into his ear, grabbed him by the nipples and demanded him to cum inside her. The heat and friction on her clit caused her to cum as well.
After, they lay in the afterglow, still connected and both shaking. She finally got herself up and got a wet towel to clean them both up. She also filled a glass of water before coming back to join him.
It could have been minutes or hours of them just tracing each other's bodies and memorizing features. Neither wanted to break the silence, instead communicating with their eyes.
“If feels like I’ve known you forever.” He whispered sometime later, the sun long set and the candle by the bed running low.
“Mm I know.”
“What's going to happen?”
“No idea but I plan on keeping you.”
“Good.”
“Goodnight prince charming.”
“Night captain.”