Audentes fortuna iuvat (VI.)
Chapter six: Adam feeds Eve
When Lord Beckett entered the room it felt as if the entire Caribbean sun was focused inside. He had changed his clothes from blue to brown. His facial expression hadn’t changed: icy and amused.
She pushed herself up against the wall whipping the hair once again out of her face, watching him sitting down on a chair. He stared, she looked away. Waiting for him break the silence.
“What happened, did the cat catch your tongue?”
“No, Lord Beckett.”
“What could it be then? Hunger?”
Two servants came in with food. Bread, soup, meat and fruit - all a hungry mind desired. All the ideas and plans to conquer him vanquished at the sight of the food.
Nayeli walked forward got down on her knees, holding onto the bars leaning towards him. Her pupils widened at the sight.
“Yes, Lord Beckett.” The servants had left the room without a word, without looking at her once.
“But before, you will answer some questions and I will still your hunger.”
She nodded barely listening.
“So you’re Davy Jones’s daughter?”
“He is said to be my father, yes.”
“And your mother who is she? Is she alive?”
“The woman who birthed me, and I suppose she’s still alive otherwise you wouldn’t ask.”
She licked her lips, smelling the aroma of fresh ham.
“You lived on the ship?”
While asking he took a piece of bread broke it in half took a bite.
“Sometimes.”
She held on tighter to the bars, making her knuckles bleed more.
“And when you weren’t?”
“I was on land.”
Her stomach ached with every breath she took.
“Why?”
A piece of meat.
“T-to hunt.”
The smell drove her mad.
“Because?”
“I was told so.”
“You’re not very forthcoming.”
Now the fruit.
“Can I have some, please?”
She reached out through the bars.
He stood up, grabbed the irons that lay next to the cage ever since she was in there.
“Turn around, cross your arms behind your back.”
She did as commanded, feeling a sharp pain in her heart for doing so. After he had locked the irons he got the key out of his pocket, opening the locker. She hesitated in walking over to him but her stomach was in command. He took her by the shoulder and guided her to one of the three chairs. She sat down arms still locked behind her back. Lord Beckett sat right across of her, mere centimetres.
Full of expectation he took a grape between his fingers offering it to her. She shook her head, frowning with her eyebrows.
“You feed me? I can eat myself.”
“I’m sure you can.”
He held the grape closer to her full lips. Her eyes danced back and forth between his hand and his eyes. A battle between pride and simple human needs. Cutler felt something deep down react as she parted her lips as she took the grape with her teeth looking at him with her big brown eyes. Her lips rested on his fingers until she swallowed. She moved forward in the chair.
“More.”
Satisfied by the deprivation of power she caused mainly by her own doing he fed her, mostly fruit and some ham.
Nayeli wolfed down the meat, licked the melon’s juice before it could run down her chin, nibbled his fingers. Taking everything from him without further doubts, she just enjoyed the aroma of the tropical fruits and the salty taste of his fingers.
Linking your own chain.
He took the banana just to test her. She grinned, he smirked.
He pealed it slowly, while her resistance pealed quickly. Every drop of nymph blood in her gathered in her loins. She took the opportunity while he was distracted, to sit on his lap.
He stood up fast. She almost stumbled, still being embraced by the irons. The plates fell. Nayeli found herself urged against the wall. He opened her mouth fiercely with his, biting and licking. His hands found his way under her dress. He dug his head in her hair, hands still focusing on his trail to seduction.
“I’ll fuck you hard, try to be quiet. I don’t want to share you with the guards.”
She let out a small shriek as he ripped the dress. Cutler held her mouth shut while suppressing his own moans. His trousers fell, his member rose. He lifted her legs around him while his tongue explored her breasts. She lost, almost forgot herself if not for the sting of the irons every time he pushed deeper. The physical position she was in didn’t allow her to do much except encouraging his moves with leaning into every thrust biting his hand every time the noise of lust got too big to bear. It was rough and quickly over with. Yet they both weren’t left wanting.
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