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I just realized that in my Jack/OC/James story on FF.net the OC’s name is Una… o.0
Apparently I like that name in its various spellings? And James is once again the bottom to Cutler’s top… mayhap in a later chapter I’ll have to let him turn the tables on our dear lord for a moment or two. :D
Not Beta’d and it’s almost 4 am my time but I’m excited and want to post it. Please point out mistakes so I can sheepishly correct after posting this hot off the press.
Also Flagging as adult since I think I'm supposed to?
Dedicated to
teleraand
spacepotato
Oh oh oh! And special thanks to
biggles1025for the theme!!!! I finally got it all uploaded lol!
Chapter 1 can be found here
Title: Paramour (Chapter 2)
Author: DemonicSymphony
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Beckett/OC/James and a special appearance by Mr. Mercer
Summary: James’s 12 hours of servitude begin
Warnings: It's going to be a smutty bondagey story the whole way through! Special instruments this time… canes!
James and Oona had been in Beckett’s office at the manor. Beckett wasn't supposed to return home until the wee hours of the following morning. James Norrington was supposed to be keeping an eye out for and protecting the diminutive lord’s wife. She was supposed to be the dutiful lady of society…
‘Fortunate none of us did what we were supposed to do now isn’t it?’ thought Cutler to himself. Either way his officer decided to go, he’d have no more problems out of the man. He rather hoped James would accept his offer. He’d quite taken a liking to his tall frame and wanted to see the larger man bend to his will in… other ways.
Oona watched an involuntary shudder pass through her husband and allowed herself a slight grin before wiping it off her face completely so that she appeared suitably subdued for her punishment. James followed the pair, watching Oona crawl wantonly behind Beckett, even with the fear coursing through him he couldn’t help the erection he had from watching her. She’d bent to his will easily enough, but the way she followed Cutler was nothing short of breathtaking to him.
The trio made their way into the master bedroom, a large airy room with a massive four poster bed. It was situated behind a small sitting room and on either side was Cutler’s office and Oona’s sewing room. It was quite cut off from the rest of the house this way.
Cutler motioned at Oona to get on the bed and she obeyed, stripping out of her shift in the process. James couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips as he watched her lift her hair for Cutler, who fastened the ornate collar around her neck. Cutler let his eyes drift to James before he beckoned him over.
James moved towards him hesitantly and Cutler smirked. James looked as though Cutler might draw a pistol from somewhere and shoot him at any moment. Cutler smiled a genuine smile at him as he spoke.
“James I wish you would stop looking at me like I’m going to murder you where you stand. I’m a man of my word. I’ll not maim you or kill you… unless of course you decide to hang after these twelve hours.”
James nodded before clearing his throat slightly and speaking softly.
“Lord Beckett, I want to apolo…”
Beckett cut him off with a wave of his hand.
“No apologies please James. Oona can be quite the seductress and given your… penchant for the games I saw being played. I’m not surprised you two fell to each other since I’ve been neglecting Oona and keeping you locked away from most of the world.”
Cutler was smirking as if he’d planned this whole thing and his hand darted out to smack one of Oona’s breasts with a loud pop. She gave a little shriek and he arched a brow before popping the other one harder. This time she bit down on her lip to keep from letting out a shriek and looked at him apologetically with tear-filled eyes.
“Now James, I expect you to be as naked as Oona when I get back. Kneel on the bed beside her. If I catch you two touching each other there will be hell to pay.”
With that he was gone out of the room and James looked at Oona who smiled reassuringly to him. He fidgeted with his shirt and finally shrugged out of it before making his way to his trousers. He actually wasn’t clothed in all that much. His long brown hair was freed from its holder and the wig, hat, coat and shoes were long gone, forgotten in Beckett’s office.
Oona watched as his body was slowly revealed. They had never had the chance to see one another fully naked before now. In fact, tonight had been the first time they’d even really considered one another more than protector and protected.
She smiled again at him as he knelt on the bed beside her just as Beckett returned… with a friend. Mr. Mercer was smiling wickedly as he walked into the room. James looked down at the cream colored coverlet as his cheeks burned with shame. Both men had a long wicked looking piece of cane in their hands and Mercer carried a few lengths of rope. Cutler spoke, explaining what would be going on as though he were telling a clerk what supplies needed ordering.
“Right then… James and Oona off the bed and over here to this chair, kneel on either side of it.” He gestured to a slightly oversized chair near the middle of the room before continuing on with his explanation. “The two of you will be bound facing one another over the arms of the chair. Oona will get her caning first at the expense of Mr. Mercer who has been itching to punish someone for quite some time. As he can get overzealous with new flesh James, I’ve spared you this night. He’ll not maim Oona for sure. You’ll receive yours from me after you’ve had the pleasure of watching Oona.”
Cutler smirked as he watched James wince at this.
“Ah James, do not fret so much. I’ll need the two of you mostly unharmed if I’m to fully enjoy the next twelve hours.”
All the while that Cutler had been talking; Mercer had been binding the two of them to the chair and one another. Each of their arms was bound to the other one’s arm directly across from them. They had been bound in such a way they were clutching each other’s arms. Their legs had been bound to the chair to prevent escape and the possibility of pulling one another too far over the chair.
Mercer gagged them both with scarves before stepping behind Oona and bringing the cane down lightly. Oona moaned through the gag at the sensation and gazed into James’s eyes. He felt himself growing hard again against the soft fabric of the chair at the intensity of her gaze.
Once again Mercer brought the cane down, this time enough to hurt. Oona bucked slightly against it and James could see the tears forming in her eyes. Again and again the cane crisscrossed her buttocks and upper thighs until the count reached fifteen. She was sobbing and squirming against James and the chair, trying desperately to hide from the cane as Mercer beat at her with it. It hurt, it stung, but the marks would fade within a few hours. Maybe a few lingering bruises here and there but nothing that would hinder the rest of the activities Cutler had planned for them.
Mercer showed a surprising moment of tenderness and let his cool, leather clad hands sooth the stinging welts crisscrossing Oona. She moaned softly and trembled a bit beneath his touch. Cutler watched smiling before landing a blow to an unsuspecting James.
He let out a scream against the gag and feared he would break Oona’s arms from the way he was clutching them. Mercer was smirking at him from behind Oona as he let a leather clad finger slide against her wet lips before pushing roughly inside of her. She moaned deeply as he reached around with the other hand and freed her of the gag.
Cutler watched and smirked slightly as he landed another blow to James, this one perfectly crossing the other to make an X upon his buttocks.
“Oona, watch James. Look into his eyes and pretend it’s him pressing into you. Moan his name loud.”
She did, as Mercer continued his ministrations on her she writhed against the chair and gripped James’s arms. Cutler continued bringing the cane down upon his ass. James grew harder against the chair as Oona moaned his name and wriggled and gripped him. The pain from the cane only seemed to fuel the fire and before he knew it he was panting in arousal against his gag.
The cane stopped and Cutler leaned down, breath hot against James’s ear as he pulled away the gag.
“You belong to me James Norrington and by the end of these twelve hours you’re going to be begging me to let you stay. Now what do you say to me?”
James swallowed hard as he looked down at the seat of the chair, cheeks flame red, partially from arousal and partially from shame. He answered in a slightly croaking voice.
“Thank you Sir.”
Cutler leaned back and smiled broadly. He hadn’t misjudged his Admiral after all…
Apparently I like that name in its various spellings? And James is once again the bottom to Cutler’s top… mayhap in a later chapter I’ll have to let him turn the tables on our dear lord for a moment or two. :D
Not Beta’d and it’s almost 4 am my time but I’m excited and want to post it. Please point out mistakes so I can sheepishly correct after posting this hot off the press.
Also Flagging as adult since I think I'm supposed to?
Dedicated to
teleraand
spacepotato
Oh oh oh! And special thanks to
biggles1025for the theme!!!! I finally got it all uploaded lol!
Chapter 1 can be found here
Title: Paramour (Chapter 2)
Author: DemonicSymphony
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Beckett/OC/James and a special appearance by Mr. Mercer
Summary: James’s 12 hours of servitude begin
Warnings: It's going to be a smutty bondagey story the whole way through! Special instruments this time… canes!
James and Oona had been in Beckett’s office at the manor. Beckett wasn't supposed to return home until the wee hours of the following morning. James Norrington was supposed to be keeping an eye out for and protecting the diminutive lord’s wife. She was supposed to be the dutiful lady of society…
‘Fortunate none of us did what we were supposed to do now isn’t it?’ thought Cutler to himself. Either way his officer decided to go, he’d have no more problems out of the man. He rather hoped James would accept his offer. He’d quite taken a liking to his tall frame and wanted to see the larger man bend to his will in… other ways.
Oona watched an involuntary shudder pass through her husband and allowed herself a slight grin before wiping it off her face completely so that she appeared suitably subdued for her punishment. James followed the pair, watching Oona crawl wantonly behind Beckett, even with the fear coursing through him he couldn’t help the erection he had from watching her. She’d bent to his will easily enough, but the way she followed Cutler was nothing short of breathtaking to him.
The trio made their way into the master bedroom, a large airy room with a massive four poster bed. It was situated behind a small sitting room and on either side was Cutler’s office and Oona’s sewing room. It was quite cut off from the rest of the house this way.
Cutler motioned at Oona to get on the bed and she obeyed, stripping out of her shift in the process. James couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips as he watched her lift her hair for Cutler, who fastened the ornate collar around her neck. Cutler let his eyes drift to James before he beckoned him over.
James moved towards him hesitantly and Cutler smirked. James looked as though Cutler might draw a pistol from somewhere and shoot him at any moment. Cutler smiled a genuine smile at him as he spoke.
“James I wish you would stop looking at me like I’m going to murder you where you stand. I’m a man of my word. I’ll not maim you or kill you… unless of course you decide to hang after these twelve hours.”
James nodded before clearing his throat slightly and speaking softly.
“Lord Beckett, I want to apolo…”
Beckett cut him off with a wave of his hand.
“No apologies please James. Oona can be quite the seductress and given your… penchant for the games I saw being played. I’m not surprised you two fell to each other since I’ve been neglecting Oona and keeping you locked away from most of the world.”
Cutler was smirking as if he’d planned this whole thing and his hand darted out to smack one of Oona’s breasts with a loud pop. She gave a little shriek and he arched a brow before popping the other one harder. This time she bit down on her lip to keep from letting out a shriek and looked at him apologetically with tear-filled eyes.
“Now James, I expect you to be as naked as Oona when I get back. Kneel on the bed beside her. If I catch you two touching each other there will be hell to pay.”
With that he was gone out of the room and James looked at Oona who smiled reassuringly to him. He fidgeted with his shirt and finally shrugged out of it before making his way to his trousers. He actually wasn’t clothed in all that much. His long brown hair was freed from its holder and the wig, hat, coat and shoes were long gone, forgotten in Beckett’s office.
Oona watched as his body was slowly revealed. They had never had the chance to see one another fully naked before now. In fact, tonight had been the first time they’d even really considered one another more than protector and protected.
She smiled again at him as he knelt on the bed beside her just as Beckett returned… with a friend. Mr. Mercer was smiling wickedly as he walked into the room. James looked down at the cream colored coverlet as his cheeks burned with shame. Both men had a long wicked looking piece of cane in their hands and Mercer carried a few lengths of rope. Cutler spoke, explaining what would be going on as though he were telling a clerk what supplies needed ordering.
“Right then… James and Oona off the bed and over here to this chair, kneel on either side of it.” He gestured to a slightly oversized chair near the middle of the room before continuing on with his explanation. “The two of you will be bound facing one another over the arms of the chair. Oona will get her caning first at the expense of Mr. Mercer who has been itching to punish someone for quite some time. As he can get overzealous with new flesh James, I’ve spared you this night. He’ll not maim Oona for sure. You’ll receive yours from me after you’ve had the pleasure of watching Oona.”
Cutler smirked as he watched James wince at this.
“Ah James, do not fret so much. I’ll need the two of you mostly unharmed if I’m to fully enjoy the next twelve hours.”
All the while that Cutler had been talking; Mercer had been binding the two of them to the chair and one another. Each of their arms was bound to the other one’s arm directly across from them. They had been bound in such a way they were clutching each other’s arms. Their legs had been bound to the chair to prevent escape and the possibility of pulling one another too far over the chair.
Mercer gagged them both with scarves before stepping behind Oona and bringing the cane down lightly. Oona moaned through the gag at the sensation and gazed into James’s eyes. He felt himself growing hard again against the soft fabric of the chair at the intensity of her gaze.
Once again Mercer brought the cane down, this time enough to hurt. Oona bucked slightly against it and James could see the tears forming in her eyes. Again and again the cane crisscrossed her buttocks and upper thighs until the count reached fifteen. She was sobbing and squirming against James and the chair, trying desperately to hide from the cane as Mercer beat at her with it. It hurt, it stung, but the marks would fade within a few hours. Maybe a few lingering bruises here and there but nothing that would hinder the rest of the activities Cutler had planned for them.
Mercer showed a surprising moment of tenderness and let his cool, leather clad hands sooth the stinging welts crisscrossing Oona. She moaned softly and trembled a bit beneath his touch. Cutler watched smiling before landing a blow to an unsuspecting James.
He let out a scream against the gag and feared he would break Oona’s arms from the way he was clutching them. Mercer was smirking at him from behind Oona as he let a leather clad finger slide against her wet lips before pushing roughly inside of her. She moaned deeply as he reached around with the other hand and freed her of the gag.
Cutler watched and smirked slightly as he landed another blow to James, this one perfectly crossing the other to make an X upon his buttocks.
“Oona, watch James. Look into his eyes and pretend it’s him pressing into you. Moan his name loud.”
She did, as Mercer continued his ministrations on her she writhed against the chair and gripped James’s arms. Cutler continued bringing the cane down upon his ass. James grew harder against the chair as Oona moaned his name and wriggled and gripped him. The pain from the cane only seemed to fuel the fire and before he knew it he was panting in arousal against his gag.
The cane stopped and Cutler leaned down, breath hot against James’s ear as he pulled away the gag.
“You belong to me James Norrington and by the end of these twelve hours you’re going to be begging me to let you stay. Now what do you say to me?”
James swallowed hard as he looked down at the seat of the chair, cheeks flame red, partially from arousal and partially from shame. He answered in a slightly croaking voice.
“Thank you Sir.”
Cutler leaned back and smiled broadly. He hadn’t misjudged his Admiral after all…