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“Jesus! Captain Blackbeard!” Elizabeth gasped, clasping her hand over her heart, clutching the fabric of her dress. This wasn’t the first time he appeared out of nowhere like this. There were so many secret passages aboard this ship. Surely he knew of a vast many more than she did. “I didn’t see you there. Gave me quite a fright.”
“Seems like I always give you a fright…” Edward sighed wearily, not moving from his spot sprawled out on the couch. He had been waiting here for a while. Simply biding his time until she came back. ‘Just be yourself’ the voice of Stede rang in his head the entire time. Couldn’t make things much worse than they already were. “I was hoping you’d be back before too long. I have some questions for you. You see, Stede sent me into the wardrobe earlier to fetch something of his. While searching for it, I found something very curious nestled between your things.”
“What on earth could you have found? What could Stede have possibly needed that led you to search through my things?” She laughed uncomfortably. There was nothing in there that she was ashamed of, was there? Not that she could think of off the top of her head. Just clothing and some hair ties. Some cotton for her feminine issues, but none of that should raise any questions.
“This.” He said with an over exasperated sigh, holding the book up so that she could see it over the back of the couch. “Now. I know my reading is shit, but I don’t think you can read this either, can you? Not that you’d need to, of course, there are very lovely pictures in this little book of yours.”
“Captain!” She gasped loudly, her eyes going wide as she stared at the book in his hand. She crossed the room quickly and made a quick swipe for the book, but wasn’t fast enough. He moved the book out of her reach and brought his other hand up, gripping her wrist firmly so she couldn’t pull away from him or try to hide. He sat up on the couch and looked over at her. She looked terrified as he held this book.
“Now. Where on earth did you get a book like this, Elizabeth? This is quite the book, isn’t it? Lovely pictures in here, aren’t there? A little… Pornographic, aren’t they? Certainly not something a lovely lady like you should have.”
“I got that from my husband!” She cried out nervously, “I… I would really appreciate it if you would give that back. It’s one of the few things I have from him. The only thing with me on this ship…” She panicked quietly, her lip quivering while she stared, eyes fixated on the book and not at Ed. She couldn’t see the almost remorseful look on his face as he kept the book out of her reach.
“Your husband, really?” Ed purred with approval, his eyes leaving her face and turning to look at the book again. “This is… A very good gift. I really like your husband. He has very good taste. Much more than I would expect from someone from wealth. You married quite the degenerate, didn’t you? Perhaps he and I have more in common than I would have thought.”
“My Freddie was not a degenerate! He was a wonderful husband! He was nothing like you!” She snapped impatiently, trying to shake his hand off of her wrist, leaning forward further and reaching out for the book with her alternate hand.
“Why are you so adamant that your husband and I have nothing in common? Does he really have more in common with Stede than me? I can’t imagine my co-captain reading this book without flushing the same way you are. Whereas, I have experience with a great many things in this book. Perhaps you would like a demonstration.”
“You’re a pig.” She snapped quickly, leaning a little further over the couch to try and grab the book again.
Edward slowly sat up and looked at her hand while he held it. He smiled and put the book down on the table. He stood up slowly, towering over her while she leaned so far over the back of the couch. Oh, how beautiful she looked with fear on her face. The panic in her eyes. That wasn’t exactly what he was going for but he could certainly work with that.
“No, love, not a pig…” He chuckled softly, grabbing her other wrist and pulling her with ease over the back of the couch, laying her down against it in one swift motion, holding her wrists with one of his hands now. He pressed her hands against her chest and smiled, using his free hand to brush the back of his fingertips over cheek.
She said nothing, only stared up at him in surprise and fright. Was he really doing this right now? Should she scream? Of course she should scream. Stede would be here in an instant to stop this: or would he? Stede adored every fiber of his burly man. Would Stede try and stop him at all? Even if he did, would he succeed?
Her heart was beating frantically in her chest while she looked up at this terrifying yet attractive man. He had not behaved like this, not since that first day when they had almost kissed. He tried so hard to be like Stede, but this… This was something completely different. This was not some sort of forced chivalry. Had finding her dirty little secret really set something aflame so deep inside of him? Oh god, was it setting something aflame inside of her?
There was that all too familiar sensation within her own being. A sensation she knew all too well over the years of her marriage. That warm, tingling, pleasurable sensation that started between her legs. The moisture that would soon make its way between her nether lips and soak into her fabrics. Why was this causing that reaction? She was practically a victim as he held her down against this couch. He hadn’t hardly done anything except torment her and tease her. Oh god, please, don’t let him notice this reaction in her.
He was Stede’s lover, wasn’t he? How familiar was he with the workings of women? Stede didn’t have a clue what to do with her once the clothes came off. He followed instructions exceedingly well, of course, which made up for the lack of actual applicable knowledge. She knew enough for the both of them, but Ed, what did Ed know? The more she thought about it, the more her face flushed while staring up at him. He claimed to know a few things from this book and that concerned her deeply, but also sent tingles of excitement through her.
Despite herself, she didn’t make a single move to try to escape his grasp. She didn’t even turn her head to try and keep his fingers off of her cheek. She was completely paralysed as she looked fixedly on his face. There was a faint strawberry blush starting across her cheeks and her heart raced.
He was so devilishly good looking. There was no denying that. The long, salt and peppered hair. The rugged, dark beard that was well maintained on his face. She assumed that Stede did most of the beard care for him, not that it mattered, it was a good look regardless. The bronze skin and all of those dark tattoos that matched the darkness of his eyes.
“Oh? What’s that? No more arguments from the proper little lady surgeon? Is this all you needed to silence that sharp tongue of yours? Just to have someone…” Ed seemed to moan the next words while squeezing her wrists in his hand, “Manhandle you a little?”
“N-no…” Was all she was able to muster, though she was barely audible as she said it. He was really doing this right now. Worse still was that she allowed it to happen. She knew she could fight back against him. Try to free her hands. Rake his eyes. Scream for Stede or even Wee John to come save her, but she didn’t. She didn’t make any sort of motion to get away from him, which begged the question.
Did she really want to get away from him?
No.
Ouch. That stung more than she wanted it to. The ugly reality of it was that she didn’t want to get away from him. The smell of sweat and leather. The longer he held her here, the more it permeated her senses and had its devious affects on her body without either of their consent. She could feel that tingling moisture as it grew more obvious between her legs. That manly smell he radiated made her stomach do flips. There was that overwhelming urge to kiss him, or to let him kiss her if he tried to.
Her eyes drifted up to his eyes but only stayed there for a split second before she closed her eyes tightly and finally turned her head away to try and pull herself away from his grasp. No. It was like staring into the eyes of the devil and she knew it. That part was true from all the books. They all described his eyes differently, but she could see the killer inside of them. See the violence that lurked there even if it wasn’t on the surface.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Ellie…” He breathed softly, as if he heard the thoughts rolling around in that busy head of hers. “I would never dream of harming a single golden strand upon that pretty head.” As he spoke, his fingers moved back to touch her cheek again, but they didn’t just touch this time. No, he moved his hand to grip her face, squeezing both of her cheeks between his thumb and fingers, forcing her to turn her head back toward him. “However, as your Captain, I am not going to tolerate this mutinus attitude of yours. A good member of the crew would listen to those that outrank her, don’t you think?”
“Of course, Captain Blackbeard…” She lamented in response, still not opening her eyes again. “I am… Sorry that I snapped at you, about the book. It’s just a sensitive matter to me. That was a gift and I would be utterly devastated if anything happened to it…” She admitted a little more honestly than she would have liked, tears swelling in her eyes, just barely shimmering along the lashes of her lids.
“Oh, Princess, I was never going to harm you or your precious book. I simply had questions about it. About you. You have to understand that you are a marvel to me. There is so much complexity within you that I desperately want to understand, if only you would let me.” He explained in a soothing tone, releasing her jaw and sliding the tips of his fingers up her cheek until he wound them into his hair and curled. Locking down tightly on the soft silk.
She took a sharp breath and was completely unable to stop the sultry moan that escaped through her soft lips. God, no. Not like this. Please. This wasn’t how she wanted to get back into experimenting with this book. It was supposed to be Freddie. She hadn’t even told Stede she had it. She knew it would make him nervous. He would be utterly mortified by seeing what was in that book and she knew it. Hell, they hadn’t even had sex since that first time. He had made comments in passing that maybe he would want to again, but she couldn’t bear it. She didn’t want to come between these two as lovers. She didn’t want to be a homewrecker, not like this. Yet, here she was, completely at his mercy while he pounced on her like a hungry predator. That’s exactly what he was, really. He was more of a beast than a man and she absolutely had no idea how to handle him.
“If you’re not going to hurt me, or destroy my book, what…” She swallowed hard before a trembling whimper left her. “What are you planning to do, Blackbeard?”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ed?” He sighed wearily before grabbing her hair harder, painfully hard this time as he stood up straight and pulled her into a sitting position, his other hand releasing her wrists and joining his first hand in her hair, clawing at her scalp while he held her there. “Perhaps it’s about time I do something to help encourage you to remember my name. I flipped through that naughty little book of yours and I must admit it’s got me quite riled up, or haven't you noticed yet?”
Her eyes shot open then with a panic in her heart. His groin was almost exactly eye level with her while she sat on this couch. He hadn’t been kidding. She could see the outline of his erection down the right leg of his leather pants. She swallowed hard and tried to steady her breathing. She knew where this was going. She wasn’t stupid, but god, she wasn’t ready. The feeling of his hands in her hair, though it was slightly painful, was pleasurable and made her skin tingle while she stared at him. Her hands sat idly on her lap while she looked at him, almost as if she didn’t even realize that he’d let go of them in this new position.
“I-” She choked out quietly, “W-what are you going to do to me, Blackbeard?”
“I am going to do what we both want to do, Elizabeth. You are going to open your mouth like the sweet little princess you are. An obedient crewmate who listens to the orders of her superior…” He chuckled quietly, “Then I’m going to use that pretty mouth of yours, but… Not until you ask me properly. None of this ‘Blackbeard’ or ‘Captain’ bullshit, yeah? It’s Ed, love. Only Ed. You call Stede by his name and I want you to call me by mine.”
“I… I don’t want this, Captain. You’re-” She began to protest but cried out softly when he gave her hair a sharp tug again without warning. The pain was stinging and sudden, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Nah. Not Captain, just Ed…” He reminded her again, his tone a bit more firm than it had been before. With that, he released her head with one of his hands and slid it down to his belt, undoing the buckle with deft fingers before unzipping his pants. “You can argue with me all you want, Elizabeth, but I know what you want. You could have called out for help. I even let go of your hands. You could have pushed me away or tried to hit me. You haven’t done fuck all to try and make me stop, have you? Have you ever said the word ‘stop’? No. You fuckin’ haven’t. You don’t want me to stop, you just don’t want to be a fuckin’ whore. I can understand that, love, and you’re not. Trust me when I say that my crew won’t hurt you. My crew won’t even know about this. Not now. Not ever. Not unless you fuckin’ want them to, yeah? So why don’t you be a good girl and stop your fucking arguments and just open your mouth for me?”
She continued to stare at his groin with wide eyes, silent tears starting to roll down her cheeks. They weren’t tears of fear, not really, not anymore, just the deep shame she felt in her heart. He was right. Everything he said was correct. She did want this. Fuck, did she want this. Once upon a time, she and Freddie had gone at it like rabbits, trying to ‘live long and multiply’ which they failed on both accounts. They had attended more than one questionable parisian party and done more than was godly. Things that she would take with her grave with her. This would just be one of those things to add to that scandalous little box of secrets that she kept.
“You’re right…” She acquiesced barely above a whisper. With that, her hands finally came up from her lap and to his belt, opening it further and tugging his pants down just enough for his hardened length to spring free. Despite the thick smell of pheromones that flooded her senses. That subtle scent of leather. There was more than that. It was soft and floral. Was it lavender? Her face flushed, going from a light pink to a deep tomato red. Had he bathed before this, just to make sure he was clean for what they were doing? Had he really been so confident that he was right? The books all said he was a masterful tactician at sea, she just hadn’t realized that it extended into intimate relations as well.
Her eyes stared at the hard, throbbing cock in front of her. It was hard to tell if he was bigger than Stede or not, or Freddie. She couldn’t remember. Her emerald eyes began to gloss over with the feral lust that was consuming her. There were fewer and fewer coherent thoughts the longer she sat here. One hand came out to wrap her slender fingers around the base of his shaft. Her other hand rested on his thigh and she opened her mouth. A small motion forward had her opening her mouth, ready to accept him.
His hand tightened in her hair and held her back. Fuck, it was hard to hold her back, looking down at her like that. Her hand was like heaven on his cock and made it twitch with pleasure. He wanted to be in her mouth so fucking badly, but she hadn’t asked. She hadn’t completely broken down for him yet, but she would.
“Blackbeard-” She gasped, immediately ready and willing to beg for his cock if she had to. Fucking Christ. It was right here, literally within her grasp and he wouldn’t let her do more than this? What kind of fuckery was this? A whimper left her when his hand tugged on her hair again while he shook his head.
“Nah, love, Ed. Just Ed. Try again…” He urged her with a low moan. Her hand was starting to stroke his shaft and it was almost more than he could take. No. He needed to hold out longer than she did. This was a war of attrition. He was the fucking Blackbeard, of course he would have more self control than this. Fortify, man, fortify!
“C-captain…” She whined weakly before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out flat, just barely flicking the tip of her tongue across the tip of his cock. She could taste the salty precum that lingered there as well as that very faint floral hint of soap. He really did bathe before this. The absolutely arrogant bastard. He was correct and she was frustrated by his ability to read her but she couldn’t do anything about it now.”
“Ed, love.” He reminded her again, using his free hand to place his hand over hers, tapping the tip of his cock atop the flat of her tongue twice before pulling himself back again. So hot. So soft. So eager. She wanted it just as fucking badly as he did and he knew it. He could fucking feel it in the way she touched him. That glossy look in her eye. “Try again.”
“Fuck!” She growled impatiently after he had just teased her with those few taps before pulling back again. “Jesus Christ, Edward, please!” She blurted out impatiently while she looked at him.
“Closer… Please what, princess?” He urged. She was so close. So fucking close.
“Please let me suck your cock, Ed. I want to so badly. Please, please let me…” She mewled pitifully before opening her mouth again.
“Your wish is my command. Such a good girl, asking just how she’s supposed to…” He praised her sweetly, finally arching his back to push the tip of his cock into her eagerly waiting mouth. He groaned with the deep, pleasurable satisfaction of penetration but quickly sucked air through his teeth as she went to work.
Her tongue swirled around the shaft while she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, pulling it deeper and deeper into her mouth with each movement. Her hand moved in perfect time with her mouth, really just extending it with the lubrication of her saliva that was oozing from her lips.
“Fuckin’ perfect…” He moaned deeply, moving both of his hands to the back of her head, splaying his fingers on her head on either side of the bun she had tied there. He’d learned his lesson about her hair. Last thing he wanted was for her to stop because he fucked up her hair or let it down for her. No. That was a fight for a later date. This was the only goal for now.
There was no response from her, of course. She was much too preoccupied with her task at hand to actually listen to any of the words that came out of his mouth. She closed her eyes and continued to eagerly move her mouth on his cock with an expert talent that only came from enthusiastic experience. The way her tongue moved around the flesh, teasing at the veins and the ridge of the tip. Flicking over that small slit at the tip, swallowing that salty flavor of the minimal amounts of seed that oozed prematurely. Oh, how she had missed this.
She almost began to laugh then, her eyes drifting up to momentarily look at his face. She remembered that day when they had met. When she had no idea who he actually was. The way she had offhandedly offered to suck his cock like her life depended on it. Oh, how she would have watched her over confident words if she had known she was looking down the barrel of a loaded gun.
“You feel like velvet…” He groaned with deep approval. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with her extraordinary talent in this particular field. He had been waiting for her for a while, flipping through that erotic little book of hers, thinking about her. All of the positions she had likely experimented with. Fuck. How he wanted to help her experience all of those carnal human desires that she wanted so badly to hide.
There was that tense coil in his abdomen as he felt himself rapidly approaching his climax. He was a little guilty he wasn’t doing anything for her, but he had a pretty strong suspicion that she didn’t want him to touch her. That would be another battle for another day. He was going to get into those skirts, but not without her enthusiastic consent, much like today.
There was still no verbal response from her. Simply that soft, wet, squelching noise of her mouth as she continued to suck his hard cock, the tip pushing against the back of her throat, nearly triggering her gag reflex. She was so out of practice, not that it was really anyone's fault. The tears still rolled down her cheeks, but only because of how much she had missed this. How much she loved the taste. The sensation. The feeling of his hands in her hair as well as his cock damn near in her throat. It was all ecstacy. She could feel the moisture between her legs soaking into her bloomers. The warm, sticky puddle that she was going to have to deal with on her own time. The way her clit was pulsating with the need of release. Though she was grateful he hadn’t tried to touch her, she almost wished that he would. It wouldn’t take much. Hell, at this moment, a stiff breeze up her skirt would be enough to make her experience that ‘little death’ that wrapped her in immeasurable pleasure.
“Ellie, stop…” He groaned quietly with a soft shake of his head. “I’m gonna blow.” He tried to warn her, though the warning fell on deaf ears. Or so he thought.
She did not stop or even make any sort of motion that she was going to pull away from him. On the contrary, both of her hands moved to grip his pants at his hips, holding on with white knuckles to keep him in place as she pressed down as deep as she could go. Her lips hit the base of his shaft, her lips brushing against the soft nest of pubic hair that grew there. The smell of lavender was much stronger here. His shaft forced its way into her throat and, for a moment, made it impossible to breathe.
The moment was all it took. A guttural, primal moan left Ed as he held her head and curled over her slightly, his legs quaking as that coil in his stomach released and he felt his seed shoot from him. He could feel the pulse of his heart in his now overly sensitive shaft as each load escaped him, growing smaller and smaller.
Much to his surprise, she swallowed what he had given her without a single gag or noise of complaint. She simply swallowed everything before slowly pulling off, just far enough to take a few trembling breaths through her nose. She finally pulled off of his shaft completely, making sure to lick her saliva away from him, trying to leave him as clean as possible. His cock twitched from the spikes of sharp pleasure as she stimulated his sensitive flesh. Despite the pleasure, he slowly grew limp while he looked down at her, unable to hide the awe and adoration from his face. She truly was a marvel.
She took a few deep breaths, swallowing the excess saliva when her mouth was finally free. Her jaw was a little sore, but it wasn’t as bad as she had expected.
This was much more uncomfortable than the act itself had been. Almost as if in reflex, she reached out and tenderly tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped them and fastened his belt without speaking another word. She and Freddie had always dressed each other after their intimacy. It just felt like the right thing to do. Ed didn’t have to dress her, of course, seeing as he hadn’t undressed her to start with.
“Do you want anything from me, princess? You are… Very, VERY good at that and it feels like an actual crime not to do anything in return for you.” He spoke softly, his hands stroking her hair.
“No, Cap-.. Ed. No. I don’t need you to reciprocate. I appreciate the offer. I just… I would really like my book back, if I may?” She questioned sheepishly, bringing up a trembling hand to wipe the saliva from her lips with soft fingertips.
“Of course.” He agreed, finally releasing her hair and turning to grab the book from the table, holding it out for her at eye level. He had braced himself to be called Captain yet again and let out a sigh of relief when she corrected herself. Good, he was finally getting through to her. “I know you likely don’t want to hear this from me, princess, but it’s clear to me, just from this book, that your husband loved you very much.”
“What makes you say that?” She laughed weakly, taking the book with both hands and holding it tightly against her chest. “You called him a deviant.”
“Most deviants love their wives, or husbands. A bad spouse doesn’t give fuck all about the pleasure of the other party. The fact that he had this. That he gave this to you… Well, it means he wanted to make you happy. To save you from just gritting your teeth and doing what you needed to do for god and country. All that bullshit that doesn’t fucking matter. I’m glad that you had him and I’m sorry that you lost him. You deserved better.”
“I…” She was at a complete loss for words. This was the first real conversation she’d had with Ed that didn’t involve Stede or one of the crew. Not since that first day. Was this really who he was, when he wasn’t trying so hard? Even her own mother hadn’t given condolences at the loss of her husband, just jumped right into trying to remarry. The other widows didn’t give condolences either, only unwarranted congratulations.
“Thank you, Ed…” She said with a small smile across her lips. “He was a very good husband. I miss him everyday. Do you want to hear something funny?”
“What’s that, love?”
“He would be so proud of me, for what I just did. For finding a way to have fun even without him here.”
“Well, let’s not let him down then, shall we?” He chuckled, leaning down to place a quick kiss upon her forehead before finally stepping away. “Do you need anything, before I go make sure the crew isn’t slacking off in my absence?”
“No. Thank you, Ed.” She replied back sweetly before finally rising from her seat and headed back into the auxiliary wardrobe that she had claimed as her bedroom.