Some people find the beauty in all of this #4
“I recall telling you to cum with her” said the dark voice stepping out of the shadows and looking down at them with a smirk. The smooth tone rolled right through Elizabeth’s blood and froze it. Her face turned as white as the man’s wig and she felt she couldn’t move. All Elizabeth could think was to run, but her legs were just as frozen as her blood; also the thought soon faded as she felt Prudence slip out from underneath her and watched her kiss her husband’s cheek. Lord Beckett turned his head towards Prudence, yet his eyes stayed on Elizabeth.
“Then go do that now. Here.” Beckett said while unlacing her corset with skilled fingers. Prudence nodded and mumbled an answer and seemed relieved by his answer. Elizabeth frowned. How could she be relieved by having to touch herself in semi-public? Why wasn’t she blushing over what her husband just saw? “And have the crimson paddle ready for tonight” he added and gave her a slight push. Elizabeth noticed the change in Prudence’s face and figured that they now would make perfect mirror images. Both faces shaped a look between fear and excitement. Of course Elizabeth contrary to Prudence could always just run out the door and… the door! Elizabeth jumped on her legs, stumbled back and forth and finally made steps towards the direction she remembered was the door. Trying hard to free her body from the sweet embrace of vertigo, she rushed passed Beckett.
“Do you really think this is wise… what did you say her name was, dear?” Beckett asked and waited for his property’s shuddering reply “Ah yes, Elizabeth” Beckett said folding his hands neatly behind his back. He watched Elizabeth steps slow down and she turned her head ever so slightly. “What will you do once you leave, hm?” he added and made a few more steps toward Elizabeth. With every crisp creaking noise that the black leather boots caused under Beckett’s weight, both women’s pulse went faster.
Prudence watched them while obeying her needs by moving her fingers in the same speed as her heart beat. She licked her lips and listened to the delicious mixture of noises: Her own gasps and sticky sounds she caused, that had the same pace as her heartbeat and rocking hips; the deep silken voice of her husband, filled with sadistic amusement and lastly the delicious gulps and shivering breath that escaped Elizabeth’s lips. She brushed her tongue over her lips again - the salty taste was still there. “Master?” she breathed, he ignored her.
“I asked you a question, Elizabeth. I’m sure you have been taught better than to clutch on a door handle, not looking at the person talking to you and ignoring him” Beckett said standing just one or two big steps behind her. “I said, what will you do once you leave?” Still nothing. Beckett exhaled a deep breath “Make it to one of bored girl’s fantasies again? In that case you could just sit next to Prudence here. I’m sure she’d be more than willing to teach you. Why don’t you dare to see yourself Elizabeth? I’m sure you can hear her just as I can. An all too familiar noise, isn’t it” he chuckled as she turned around with a furious gaze.
“Look” she hissed “I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean to get your wife into this. It was a - why are you laughing? How can you dare!” Elizabeth spat more as a demand than as a question.
“I see” Beckett said, still snickering and turned slightly to his slave “You may, now” he added smirking at Prudence, who immediately sucked in a deep breath, pulled her knees up as giving birth to pleasure and finally followed the command given to her days earlier. Well, with a bit of delay.
“Two choices, Elizabeth. You can either go, but be aware that I shall not keep this encounter between you and my wife a secret. Or you can stay and it shall stay a secret for as long as you wish and you shall learn of things that you’ll find in no books but I promise they will only benefit you” he said in the softest tone he could find. She looked at him like a pouting child. Her eyebrows were frowned yet Elizabeth’s bottom lip shivered slightly.
“What if I don’t like it?” Elizabeth muttered terrified of being burned, terrified for having Prudence be burned. Even though she was sure Beckett would turn and twist it in a way that she’d be unharmed, but who knew for certain.
“I give you three days to decide on me as a teacher, including this day. If you decide to leave us, you are free to go and my lips will stay sealed. Whatever happens in these rooms will stay in here. I promise you, nothing will happen what you don’t want, even if you don’t know all the depths of your craving” Beckett almost said seductively.
Elizabeth looked down, trying to catch at least one stream of thought. If she agreed to this, she’d prove that she was completely insane. And agree to what? He wanted to teach her sex? But that was simply vile and barbaric; no man would actually do that, well, pirates maybe. Yes pirates would do that. But she wasn’t like pirates; she was only attracted, no, abducted by them. The only right thing to do is to protect others from them. If she’d agree they wouldn’t use another woman and her father wouldn’t have to live in shame; also Prudence wouldn’t get into troubles. She was a nice pirate. Yes, Elizabeth thought, she was completely right to do this. Besides, what were three days? Also her father was around, he would notice if they were gone all day. Elizabeth blinked as a hand reached out. She looked back up and found Prudence embracing her husband, who was holding out his hand. Elizabeth looked to Prudence, who gave her a warm smile.
“We can always go back to do boring stuff after these days” Prudence said and nodded to her encouragingly. Elizabeth bit on her lips. She had to do this, Prudence didn’t even see in what danger she was in, the danger Elizabeth put her in. She reached out and took his hand and shook it very slightly. Beckett’s hand held hers tightly and he smirked.
“The first lesson you have learned is that a kiss is every human’s weakness. Use it for your benefit. Use it as a sailor uses the strong ocean breeze to sail smoothly”
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“Thank you Jack” she had said as seductively as she could after battling a giant cracken, that had been still after them because of him if she hadn't done what she must.
“We’re not free yet, love” he had replied. Elizabeth had cursed him for calling her ‘love’. But this one time she had let it blossom in her. She had sucked at every letter for strength and moved closer to Jack.
“You came back. I always knew you were a good man.” Lie, she had thought and gave him a sad smile. Elizabeth had looked at his lips than back in his eyes. They were so dark, just as her intentions had been. Go, she had thought and looked from one of his eyes to the other. She had looked for something that would show that he would run away. Elizabeth had kept her mouth open - tasted the salty air and stepped forward. Stop me, she had begged and kissed him deeply. Elizabeth tasted the rum and the sweat. Tasted danger, tasted the past and traced a prayer with her tongue in Jack’s mouth. Jack had slowed down the kiss and broke it in perfect timing as the shackles broke his escape way. Their breaths had been still on each of their faces. “It's after you, not the ship. It's not us. This is the only way, don't you see?” Elizabeth had said as rough as she could, trying to rationalize her doings. She had had thought about kissing him again, but it wouldn’t be rationality then, it would be pure lust. So she didn’t. “I’m not sorry” For not kissing you again, she had thought. Elizabeth finally had looked back up to him. He had seemed to look right through her. He knew.
“Pirate” Jack had said with a grin. “He taught you well” he added in a whisper and watched her walk away.
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