29 comments/ 17540 views/ 46 favorites The Captain's Lover By: InsertAwesomeUsernameHere This is my first story that I have posted, so I would really enjoy if you guys would leave tips and point out any errors. The characters in this story are also all over 18. I am over 18 as well. Thank you and please enjoy. :) ~~~~~~~~~ Numbness. As I adjust my clothes and walk out of the room, numbness is all that I feel. A gruff voice calls out obscene things to my retreating form. I grab a cigarette and lighter from between my breasts and light up a smoke. I look around at the gray walls and dusty floors that I am all too familiar with as sounds of forced groans and pleasure fill my ears. The lights flicker as I continue down the hallway. I am intent on avoiding those of authority just for some insufficient minutes of peace. Just as I exhale smoke and run a hand through my dark, wavy hair, a rough, abrasive hand grips onto my posterior and a low voice whispers in my ear, "Where ya goin', girly?" He paws at my slim frame with lecherous intent. Before, when innocence thrived in my soul, fear would settle in my mind, and a naive hope would trick me into thinking perhaps I would be left alone. I know better now. I turn and blow smoke directly into his nostrils. Satisfaction courses through me, and I smirk as he chokes torturously. It is short lived; I am backhanded violently into the wall. "You're gonna pay for that, bitch," he bites out as he begins to unbuckle his belt. One of those of authority shows up at precisely that moment. "To fuck this one will cost extra," he states plainly, uncaring of my impending mistreatment. The barbaric man smiles cruelly as he pays what is due. He continues to disrobe in exceedingly slow and threatening manner. He then proceeds to carry out his plan. I stare at that same gray, dismal ceiling as the man moves over me. My once lively eyes now reflect the same gray that I gaze upon. I was sold into human trafficking at the age of 13. I was the third child, so my being sold was not an uncommon case in those times. Many families sold children they viewed as excess or could not afford to keep. In 2194, our nation had changed its views on human slavery due to the potential exponential growth of the economy. The laws were revised to allow citizens to be sold, but only if under strict supervision of a government official. It was to guarantee the portion of the government was paid sufficiently. Those who did not adhere to this stipulation were met with swift and precise punishment. Many were put into prisons of dingy quality, but it was not unheard of for those involved to "disappear". My parents were of the extremely poor sector of our nation, so when an opportunity arose to greatly profit, they eagerly accepted with little regard to my well being. After acquiring me, the authorities immediately began my training. I was taught how to please customers through trial, error, and consequence. If I failed to make the customer feel satisfied, the authorities of my compound used severe punishment to provide incentive. Refusal of food privileges, lashings or beatings, etc. was what I would have to look forward to. In the seven years since my selling, I had lost all childish dreams I had harbored and learned how to survive by focusing on living each hour. I lay there after the dreadful man had left, absorbing these stolen moments of peace in the aftermath of the horrendous previous minutes. Another authority appeared. "Get up," he said with a sneer,"you're to be on ship duty tonight." I slowly lifted myself up only to be roughly handled by the authority and escorted to the showers. "You have fifteen minutes to bathe and take care of any other bodily needs," he said flippantly as he strolled away from the showers. I stepped underneath the boiling shower-they kept them at a fixed, scalding temperature- and inwardly cringed. Ship duty, I thought with a mental growl of frustration, I just want to have a decent night's sleep. Resigned to my fate, I stepped out of the water to hurriedly dress myself. To be late to a time set by an authority was incredibly stupid, and that is one thing this place has taught me not to be. We arrive on the ship. The smell of salt water and fish permeates the air around me. I look around and am somewhat impressed by the cleanliness of the decks. We, the other women and I, are told to stand in a line as we are surveyed intently by the members of the ship. Several coarse hands reach for me at once, and I mentally curse my looks. I have never been afforded a mirror, but I am often told by others of my beauty. It is why the authorities make customers pay more for my time. Whoopty doo, I think with a mental eye roll. I silently ignore the clutching hands and lascivious remarks and instead, stare with interest about the ship. A clear voice rang out with command,"The one with the dark hair and green eyes is mine. Step away." Immediately, I felt a reprieve from those searching hands. Curiosity sears my brain, but I learned long ago that it is best not to make eye contact; it helps to remove myself from the act that follows. Silence hangs in the air as heavy boots march toward me. I lower my eyes to the ground and watch as a pair of black, pristine boots stop in front of me. It startles me to realize that I can somehow feel the presence of the one in front of me much stronger than those of the others. My head is lifted by my observer's hand, but I still refuse to directly look at the one in front of me. "Look at me," my captor said, clearly expecting to be obeyed. I quickly weighed my options in my mind. Perhaps not so quickly, I thought as the hand holding my face tightened. "Look at me," was repeated again with more force, and the unsaid promise of consequence if I did not comply. Reluctantly, I slowly drug my eyes up the body to the face of the one in front of me. On my way up, I noticed strong legs,a slim waist, a flat stomach, and supple breasts. I also notice the height of hers when compared to mine. I was miniscule in comparison. It was not surprising that a woman was in charge on the ship. Women had become prevalent on ships some time during 2090. They began reaching positions of power soon after that. When I finally reached the face of the one in front of me, I inhale sharply and stare openly. An angular face with eyes of a cerulean blue stared back at me intently. A tingling sensation had begun when she had stepped in front of me and had intensified as my eyes travelled her body and settled on her face. When I finally was able to drag my eyes from hers, I noticed her long, flowing, dirty blonde tresses. I felt compelled to touch them, but before I could even move my hand, she groped me as the men had done and stated with a sneer, "Nice. Yeah, this one should be fun." Then she unceremoniously pulled me behind her, causing me to stumble about as a I trailed her. We entered through a door, and I once again noted the cleanliness of our surroundings as we travelled down a hallway. At its end, she stopped and unlocked the door there. After once again pulling me behind her into the room, she went back to the door to lock it with her key. As she did that, I took in the opulence of the furniture, the gold present everywhere about the room, and how spacious the room was. She seems to be a quite successful commander, I observed in my thoughts. I felt her approach me and stand behind me. "What is your name?" she asked in a much gentler tone than before. "Does it matter?" I answered back. Due to her callous handling earlier, I fully expected things to continue as they always did. "I am sorry about before,"she said with sincerity. When I gave no reply she continued, "I have a persona to uphold to the members of my ship. I can't afford to be seen as weak." I was shocked at her apology. Before I could not stop it, a thought found voice," So you earn respect by taking it away from those around you." I was truly horrified that I had spoken that out loud. I silently hyperventilated as I awaited her reply. I tensed as well, waiting for abuse and the exploding pain that immediately followed. Instead, she stated simply, "Sometimes, yes, I do, but it is not something I am proud of." She stepped closer, and the tingling sensation returned. I could feel her heat permeating my skin. Suddenly, her hand caressed my cheek. It was the first time in my life that I experienced a gentle touch. It scared me more so than my normal treatment. What does she want with me? I silently questioned. She stepped closer still until her body plastered itself against mine. A soft kiss touched my neck as her hand gently skimmed my sides. Her heat had indeed infused itself into my body and flooded to my center. I felt a blush form on my face and my breasts began to ache. How does this woman make me blush after all I have endured? I ask myself with confusion. My body was becoming foreign to me in her hands; my thoughts were beginning to become nonexistent. "I ask again, what is your name?" she whispered in a throaty voice into my ear as she nibbled on it. Shame hits me and tears fill my eyes as I murmur,"I don't remember." She pauses and seems to come to the correct conclusion before asking,"How old were you?" "Thirteen," I choke out as I try to compose myself. "How old are you now?" She questions as she encircles me in her arms. "Twenty," I reply with only a slight quiver in my voice as I continue fighting for composure. I can feel that her questions are about to impede upon sensitive subjects, and I refuse to allow it. I swing around and crash my lips into hers to silence her forthcoming inquisition. Pleasure that I have never known erupts in my body and scares me with its vehemence. All that I can do is hold onto my newfound source of it as it crashes into me in a constant wave. I pull back and blink idiotically as I try to dispel this new feeling. My thoughts turn fuzzy again as she pulls me close and brushes my lips with her own before deepening the kiss. She leans back and looks into my eyes as she leisurely lifts my shirt. When she is done, her eyes leave mine to glide over my exposed upper half. After she has taken in her fill, her lips begin to plant intensely arousing kisses on my neck and upper chest. She once again makes eye contact as she knelt and took one of my breast into her mouth while fondling the other. At this point, inarticulate noises began to fall freely from my lips as I experienced her expertise. As she administered the same treatment to my other breast, I gripped her shoulders and begged her to end the torture. An alien, intense throbbing persisted between my legs. I needed something, anything, to ease this intense aching of my body. Abruptly, she stood and hurriedly removed her clothes before reaching to remove the remainder of mine. She seemed to manage to regain control herself as she slowly backed me onto her bed and lay me on it. She bade me to spread my legs for her. Uncharacteristically, I felt some trepidation as I slowly open my legs to allow her gaze. I felt her slight tremble between my legs as she brought herself closer to my center. She placed moist, hot kisses on each inner thigh as she steadily made her way to the source of my highest desire. My urgency continued to climb under her ministrations. "Please!" I moaned, too far gone in my need for pride. She looked up from her task to gaze into my eyes. Maintaining the connection, she lowered her head to my center. After the first savoring lick, my hands search for grounding in those dirty blonde locks. My back arches as she resumes sucking my pussy, and my eyes roll to look up to the canopy above her bed though I do not truly see it. The erotic view of her between my legs beckons me and I once again glance down at her to find her looking directly at me as she circles my clit with her talented tongue. She slowly inserts two thick fingers deep into my pussy, finding my g-spot. Ecstasy hits me, and all I can do is cry out from the increasing pleasure and overwhelming feelings. I look away briefly and then down again to watch the erotic sight. It seems like it was only moments before it became too much for my senses. I feel a strange quickening and watch as a clear fluid gushes into her waiting mouth. If she had not smiled up at me from her position, I would have been appalled at my bodies release. My body was unknown by me in its satiation. I could do nothing but look at her as she placed one last wet kiss on my nether region and crawled up my body. I turned my head to see her staring at my face. I leave her eyes to take in her saturated face and lush body. I touch the clear liquid on her face with my fingertip then cautiously suck it into my mouth. Interesting flavor, I think to myself, I wonder what hers tastes like. I snap from my musings to observe her severely darkened eyes as I continue exploring my flavor. I have never wanted to please someone more. My petite frame rolls onto her as I straddle her body. I caressed her with my eyes before leaning forward to ravage that delicious mouth that had given me so much pleasure. I then moved to her neck to place moist, sucking kisses there until bruisings begin to appear. Slinking down her body, I trace her areola with my tongue. I teasingly avoid the tip until the enticement becomes too much, and I gently take it into my greedy mouth. Moans leave her mouth, and her back arches, pressing her tit more firmly into my mouth. Both of her breasts get the same treatment as I lavish them with attention before continuing to her flat stomach. I trail my tongue across it before dipping into her navel. I teasingly tongue fuck her belly button and hear a growl from above me. At this point, she begins to move her hips, impatiently urging me to go further down. I gaze up and smile at her through my teasing. Her eyes are hooded and desire filled as she stares at me with rapt attention. Impatience is obvious in her expression and so is her attempt to control herself in the tension present in her muscles. I grin again before kissing my way from my navel to her salivating pussy. "Hmmm, someone's excited," I remark as I view the copious amounts of her juices leaving trails down to her anus. As a reply, she moaned and pushed her pussy upward in a silent plea. "Anxious are we?" I whisper huskily. Knowing how much she loves eye contact, I make sure to hold her gaze as I lower my head to her cunt. I lightly lick her outer lips then inner folds, causing her to whimper, before dipping my head to lick her from her rosebud to her clit. I did this many times before circling a finger on her clit and slowly entering her with the digit as I began to tongue her sphincter. All the while, she continuously works her hips and groans aloud. Finding room for it, I enter her with another finger. While I did this, I began to barely breach her anus with my tongue. Her juices dripped down my arm as I fuck her slowly but thoroughly. After a bit, I begin to create a rhythm with my tongue and fingers as I fully inserted my tongue into her nether hole. "Oh god," she screams as she brings her hands from the bedding to grip my hair. Removing my fingers from her luscious pussy, I hear her whimper before I swap my mouth and finger. I thrust my tongue fully into her vagina while leisurely inserting a finger into her thoroughly wetted rosebud. I begin another rhythm that had her grinding harder on my face than she had previously. Her hands on my hair tighten considerably with my change in rhythm. My mouth travels from her pussy to her extended clit. My mouth is now sucking on that pearl and lashing it with my tongue as I continue my rhythm from before with two fingers inserted in her gloriously sodden pussy and one finger in her tight anus. Her exclamations grow louder above me as I move from the slow steady movements to a much faster, but no less controlled, pattern. Unintelligible sounds leave her mouth as she starts to tense underneath me. I look up in an attempt to see her as she falls apart in ecstasy. It seems she had been holding off for that moment as immediately after her eyes meet mine, her body convulses spastically with release and she shrieks out, "Oh god, oh god." I slow my activities as she comes down from the heavens. Placing one last kiss on her pussy and one last lick on her rosebud, I slip to her side for a brief rest. Before I fall asleep, I see a deeply concerned look pass on the face of my companion. I try to fight sleep to ask her her troubles, but I cannot resist the temptation and soon float in the land of dreams. I am brought to the ship many times after that. Each time feels as if she was trying to steal my soul with her reverence. Every time I look at her before she sleeps, her face appears to be even more anxious than before. A month after our affair had begun, I awake to the sound of movement. Strange, I think, usually she holds me until we were both awake. I shake off my unease. "Hey," I mumble sleepily as I stretch and rub my eyes. "You have an hour before you are due to leave," she stated tensely while putting on her Captain's shirt. Her tone confuses me. "Cap-," I start. "You should get ready," she says tersely with her back to me as she adjusts her shirt. I silently slide out of bed to put on my outfit. I dress efficiently and swiftly before walking to the door, hoping to leave before the captain can see the hurt caused by her words and actions. I attempt to quickly open the door. The obstinate handle refuses to move despite my urging. "The door's locked," I say quietly, trying not to break down as I wait impatiently for her to unlock it. After she has done so, I once again reach for the door handle only to feel a hand on my arm. "Wait," she said. I did as she requested for some time, but she says nothing else. Feeling idiotic, I once again begin to reach for the door only to feel that same hand restraining me. Abruptly, her strong arms encircles my body from behind, and I feel her lower her head to my shoulder. "I can't fall in love with you," she whispered hoarsely, sounding close to tears. I consider her words and actions. "Because of what I am?" I question. No, because of what I am." she answers, "My men are already questioning my constant involvement with you." She pauses while tightening her hold, "A pirate captain cannot have a relationship. It is considered weak." She seems to build up her resolve before stating, "We can not continue." In spite of her obvious struggle with her decision, I feel a pain in my chest at her words, but I refuse to break down. "Then let me go. Go back to your life of luxury. I'll go back to my slums and to providing my services," I say as though it did not matter and that my heart was not cracking. Once again, I was not worth it. I was not worth it to my family, I was not worth any value to my customers, and I was not worth any compromise from the first person I had ever felt any emotion for. A hard outer shell begins to form around the my heart. I turn and look her in the eye. "We have had fun, but I must leave. As you said, it is probably better to end our acquaintance," I stated firmly. She seemed to notice my resolve and pulls herself together while lowering her arms. I watch as a mask slips over her once openly expressive face. She gives me a brief nod, and I turn to open the door. We march towards the deck in a complete silence like strangers. Our time together has come to an end. My time at the brothel resumes much the same way that it had for the other years. Except now, I am more miserable. Because of my experiences on the ship, I have become a more depressed caricature of my once already gloomy self. I knew what it was like to have a connection during sex; I knew what it was like to have a considerate lover; I knew what it was like to be aroused beyond words and enjoy to my sexual partner. Every day I thought of her touch, her mouth, what had transpired between us. I hardened myself in an effort to become even more unfeeling. The Captain's Lover The days passed with monotonous routine. Another fumbling hand attached itself to my behind. "How's about ya service me, sweetheart?" a burly man with the trespassing hand suggests with a leer . Though his breath was horrid and his hands extremely rough and bruising, I give no response as he begins to lead me to one of the rooms. An authority appears before we enter to force the man to pay my special fee. After the expected has transpired, and I am once again readjusting my clothes, another hand grips me as I am passing. I turn uncaringly to my new customer. My eyes widen perceptibly before I can contain my reaction. "Come to have me again, Captain?" I ask with as much feigned nonchalance as I can muster while I staring into the face that had haunted me consistently throughout everyday since our divergence. She ushers me into a room with no response. Predictably, an authority appears to force payment of my fee before we could enter the room. Once there, I autonomically began to disrobe as I had so many times before. "No wait. I just want to talk please," she said with begging eyes though I see her scan my body as she said it. I shrug. "Why not? You paid for my time. How you use it is up to you, Captain," I reply evenly. "My name is Laurena," she says as she walks toward me and tries to force eye contact. I refuse. Those same eyes had once told me I was beautiful and wanted. They also had later told me that she was unwilling to sacrifice or compromise. They would not lure me in again. Hearing no response from me, she continues, "I've thought of you everyday since we parted. I felt guilty going back to my life, knowing you were trapped in yours." I finally turned to focus on her beautiful face and her eyes. "Why are you here?" I ask and, despite my resolve, my voice quivers with restrained emotion. She steps in front of me as I look away again. Her hand turns my face towards her. Regardless of my resolution to avoid eye contact, my eyes feel magnetically drawn to hers. She wore an expression that spoke of true harbored guilt since we had last met and...something else I could not name. "I've come for you," she said. "Well if you've come to have me, we don't have much time. We sh-"I start, but stop as she shakes her head with conviction. "I've come for you not your services. I plan to free you." She looks at my face to see my shock before clearing her throat and adding in a much more quiet voice, "I very much would like if you would consider staying with me after I do so, but if you do not want that I understand." By the end of her statement, she is shifting her weight uneasily; her stance and facial expression appear vulnerable and insecure. I am speechless by her words and her fragility after she had spoke them. After some moments, she implores further," Will you?" I try to absorb all that she has told me. Then, I visualize all of the possibilities of life with her. Her beautiful smile beside me each day. Her gentle touch inside me each night. But, I am also scared. Fear and uncertainty marred my imaginings as, in my head, her touch changed from reverent to resentful. I wondered why she would want me. I wonder if I was worth it. "Why do you want me? Because of my skill?" I ask partially due to doubt and partially with hope that she could allay my fears. "Because...because when I first saw you I felt the beginning of a deep connection, and I was amazed at your beauty. Because my feelings for you have grown tenfold since then. Because I want you-perhaps need you-in my life. Because I realized long ago that I loved you, but refused to acknowledge what my heart had known all along," she answers with belief. Gaping, I search her face for truth; her honesty was open on her face. I gather my courage. " I have thought of you every day as well. I felt a connection with you those nights we were together that has surpassed any feelings I have ever known. So yes, if you can free me, I will stay with you." Those strong arms pulled me in once more as those lips assaulted mine. My desire surged, but I taper it down to enjoy the magnificence of the moment. "I love you," she whispers into my mouth. "I...I love you as well," I stutter out finally. My brain shuts down as she continued her ravagement. She takes my hand to lead me into the hallway.They are the first steps in my freedom and my future life with her. FIN(unless there are requests for more). The Captain's Lover Ch. 02 Author's Note: Sorry it has taken me so long to update. Many things have happened- breaking my laptop and a bout of writer's block being some of them- that significantly slowed down the process of this story, but I'm back now!!:) I appreciate any feedback on the story. I love constructive criticism so that I can improve, votes are much appreciated, and just reading story is great as well. Enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~ Laurena guided me towards the administrators' office before she stopped and turned towards me once more. A magnificent smile formed on her face as she looked at me for a moment before she began speaking. "Please wait here, Love, while I go speak with the Authorities." she requested before leaning forward to place her soft, pliable lips to mine. I was dazed when she withdrew; my mind had short-circuited causing me to only be able to muster a dimwitted nod in reply. She planted one more kiss on my forehead before forcing herself to enter the offices. After her departure, I snapped out of my haze and noticed many men watching me with lecherous gazes causing me to hesitantly sit on one of the dingy lounge chairs to wait. The lobby was gloomy; the barely hanging lights were old and ignored were the cause of the very little illumination. The smell of mold was copious and off-putting as it drifted throughout the lounge. The wallpaper had begun to separate from the wall in many places adding more to the lobby's charm and welcoming atmosphere. There was a wide array of men of loitering in the lobby including both those with business attire and some that appeared of abysmal means. In the beginning of the legalized sex trade industries, there had been a mixture of men and women that would regularly visit brothels, but it was soon discovered to be a problem. While waiting to be attended to, it would often get out of hand as raunchy men attempted to assault those women waiting in the lobby with them. This became such a regular occurrence that it was eventually considered a high risk for any woman to enter such establishments. Needless to say, the government soon interfered and separated the brothels to make them cater to either male or female customers only per establishment. The aroused men in my current surroundings all eyed my body with blatant interest and due to my uniform could clearly see all of my physical attributes. The uniform was similar to a bathing suit and translucent so that "workers" could be evaluated by customers onsite. The material was almost non-existent and was only worn due to its apparent cleaning properties that kept servants more clean in between sessions. They had been implemented after the complaint by customers from the past about the often dirty states of the sex slaves of the establishment became too common and caused a decrease in revenue. I helplessly watched as the men around me progressed from simply leering to purposefully invading my space. "Shouldn't you be in the back on your back, sweetheart?" one of the more bold men asked as he leaned within inches of my face. The smell of his decaying teeth drifted up my nose and overpowering the lobby's natural moldy aroma, and though I tried to avoid looking at him, I could see his twisted face sneering in my peripheral. Another man also moved closer, and I could see others shifting forward as well. His face was a stark contrast to the previous man's due to its deceivingly innocent, boyish qualities. His expression, though, contradicted his features as he, and all others, wore an expression of malice while they thought of what they planned for my future treatment. The tension in the room increased until it was palpable as I slowly but surely was surrounded by them all. The number of eyes on me was making me uncomfortable, and I began to feel claustrophobic at the nearness of them. This caused me to stutter, "I, uh, I...-". Before I could overcome my nervousness to finally form a coherent sentence, my train of thought was interrupted when a rough hand started gripping my breast. The calluses on the hand were acute and easily felt through the sheer material of my outfit. The hand was only there momentarily, though. I looked up in confusion to see an irate Laurena standing nose to nose with the owner of said hand. I could see him cradling his now gnarled hand as he looked at her with a terrified expression. Laurena's face looked murderous and growingly animalistic. I quickly called her name to calm her down. She didn't drop her eyes from the guy before her, but I watched as her muscles eased a little bit, and her face became a more controlled, deadly mask. "Try that shit again," she dared in a seemingly calm voice that plummeted the temperature of the room while she bored a hole into his pupils with her sharp, glacial blue eyes. She turned from him to the man stupidly still invading my space. She didn't utter a word; instead her mask dropped slightly, allowing a wild glint to shine in her eyes. Sensing danger, he retreated quickly causing him to bang his head into the face of someone behind him. After watching him withdraw, her gazed softened slightly as she turned to me and held out her hand. I could see her eyes shifting, though, as she still monitored the men in the room with her peripherals. As I took her hand, I marveled at the paradox found in her soft and gentle yet dangerous hands. A small smile played on her lips as she watched me place my hand in hers. After I stood, we both moved and started to head outside. Suddenly, an authority busted through the office door and searched the room briefly and swiftly before heading towards us. Laurena's brow crinkled in confusion at his haste and direction. "Yes?" she said in a gruff voice. "We've decided that we were no longer satisfied with the agreement. Here is your money back, now return our servant. " He said in an arrogant voice that implied that he fully expected Laurena to comply. She glanced at him for a second and then simply laughed in reply as she once again turned to leave. "We calculated how much future revenue she'd bring in and real-" he rushed out to our departing backs while hurrying after us. I had been focused on keeping up with Laurena's long strides, so I was taken off-guard by her abrupt 180-degree turn back towards the now desperately rambling man. "I don't give a flying fuck about that shit. I have the contract in my pocket that says she is now a free woman. I advise you to shut your mouth and walk quietly back into your office," she said in that same frighteningly calm tone. The man began shrinking under her intense gaze before he seemed to remember that there was an audience watching the entire scene, which caused him to straighten his back and rise to full height. He put on a facade of confidence as he replied, "You're not leaving with that slave, ma'am. I'd appreciate if you took your money and left peacefully." Laurena squared up with the man and rose to her full height as well, making her taller than him, her commanding presence making it easy to see how she had secured her position as captain of such a large ship. "Um, uh, we can, uh, force you to stay here uh-uh-until new terms have, um, been met," he continued on to squeak in a high, nervous voice. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction as I watched one of my tormentors squirm. Laurena took two rapid steps toward him in reply, causing him to stumble back and fall onto his butt. "Or we can graciously keep our side of the bargain." He rushed out in a panicked voice before she could utter another word. Laurena just continued to look at him as if still considering harming him before coming back to my side and grabbing my hand again. We walked out of the building without a backwards glance. We stride up to a hover car. The street around us was riddled with trash. There were overflowing and overturned garbage cans lining both sides of the street. The buildings around us all had a dark, somber look; they were painted a pale grey. The car we approached had a detailed, pointed design and was painted a royal blue with several thin white stripes going down its meddle. My lack of knowledge of cars probably depreciated some of its greatness, but even I thought it was grandiose. She opened my door for me, and I immediately noticed all of the modifications on the inside of the car. I looked up to her smirking face and instantly know most of this is illegal, if not all. "Seriously? Being a pirate captain isn't enough? Hover racing as well?" I said incredulously. "How do you know I hover race?" she asked innocently. I gave her a disbelieving look that instantly made her smile guiltily. "It's fun," she muttered like a child as she started up the hover car, and we began moving. Buildings blur as we speed by them. There was silence in the air, but it was more so reflective than anything else. I thought of my rapid change in situation. Yesterday, everything seemed bleak and monotonous, but now, I couldn't help but be optimistic about my future. I turn and look at Laurena. Her strong, angular face was facing forward as were those beautiful eyes as she surveyed the air around us. Her face was set in a stern contemplative look that I envision her wearing while planning the ship's next strike. Feeling my gaze, she glanced in my direction before speaking. "You're staring." she says, her eyes flashing to me briefly while an amused smile lingered on her face. Her voice snapped out of the trance I had been under, and I blushed, ducking my head to play with my dirty nails. The more I looked at them, the more I doubted the truth of my situation. My mind flashed back to her extravagant room. How could some one of such obvious splendor want someone like me, someone who has little to no value in the world? So lost in my thoughts, I did not register Laurena's voice or my then shaking hands as my mind trapped me in fear. "Love?" I vaguely heard her say in a questioning tone as I tasted salt water on my lips. Only the taste of it made me realize that I am crying and only her hand on mine made me realize the extension of my trembling. "Shh, Love, it's okay." I heard her coo in a calming, gentle voice while she effortlessly picked me up to sit in her lap. Her heartbeat pumped steadily beneath my ear. As I calmed, I noticed that we were on a lower ship level and surrounded by men who all seemed to be mechanics and were gaping in apparent shock at their Captain's open display of affection. Not being able to take the stares any longer, I took a series of deep breaths before lifting my head and giving Laurena a wane smile. She looked deeply into my eyes before saying, "I know this is scary; I'm scared too, but we can be scared together, and we can be brave together because, honestly, I'm more scared when we're apart." I nod and beam as her words settle in my mind. We meet halfway to share a tender kiss before I once again become aware of the audience scrutinizing our every move. I reluctantly slide off her lap and exit the car. Once we have both exited, I look up a Laurena with a cheesy smile before I say cheerfully, "Lead on, Captain!" After leaving her hover car in the storage deck below, we emerged onto the upper levels of the ship hand in hand. I noticed many men looking enviously at our intertwined fingers. They remained quiet under Laurena's gaze, however. The only man uncaring enough to say something was a giant, dangerous looking man. He had features reminiscent of a rough lumberjack with dark brown hair and steel gray eyes. A wicked scar trailed down from his hair to split his top lip unevenly. That same uneven lip was curled as he bellowed in deep, strong voice, "What is this filthy prostitute doing here?" His icy gaze swept down to our clasped hands and remarkably became even more frozen before jumping up to meet mine. I felt a chill of fear pass through me. His eyes travelled from mine to Laurena's before he continued, "Does she mean something to you?" I had watched Laurena's body tense when he had first spoke of me in such a bad manner, so I had begun to stroke her hand in hopes of comforting her some. Her reply to his question stopped my heart. "She's my new bedmate, nothing more." she says while releasing my hand. A crowd had built at the beginning of the questioning by the rugged man, and I bumped into a body as I unconsciously took a step backwards from Laurena's side. I lowered my head and took a small step forward away from the person behind me but remained separate from Laurena. I saw Laurena glance to where I had before stood then briefly she met my eyes before turning back to the rudely inquisitive man before her. Some of the suspicion was gone from his eyes though there was an evident envy inside of them. "Why should you be allowed to have a steady partner while the rest of us are not?" he demanded while stepping toward Laurena. Laurena's eyes became fire as she strode forward and seized his throat in a tight hold, lifting him slightly from the ground. The man immediately reached to her hand around his throat and frantically tried to remove it. I watched in amazement at her strength as she held him aloft, and he failed to even loosen her grip. "Why do you think you can keep challenging me, brother, when the rest cannot?" she whispered in a slightly crazed voice. I shuffled nervously as I watched his struggles weaken. How was she able to hold him up so easily? I thought to myself. My movement broke her concentrated glare from her sibling and caused her to suddenly release him and slowly step to me. I met her gaze only briefly before looking down and heard her sigh in response before leading me to the top floor of the ship that held her room. I ignored my splendid surroundings while her words constantly reverberate in my head. My head descended even more when I am stopped in the middle of her plush carpet while she moves to lock the door. Abruptly, I felt her strong arms engulf me from behind. My body slackened subconsciously as a deliciously warm body imprinted itself to mine and a heated breath blew over my neck. Scalding hot lips touched the side of my neck, causing me to feel desire despite my unhappiness with her. "No." I heard myself say, and I take advantage of Laurena's shock to break free of her arms. "I want you to explain what we are to each other before we go forward." Rage boiled in my stomach. It was arrogant of her to assume that I would not need an explanation. Were my feelings irrelevant? Did she mean it when she proclaimed she loved me? These thoughts- and others similar to them- ran through my mind as I awaited her answer. Her lust filled gaze was fleetingly hazy with confusion before it immediately became contrite. She moved in my direction as she attempted to explain herself. "I know what I said was horrible, and I'm sorry you had to hear that." she starts cautiously. She paused for a second to collect herself and pushed her fingers through her hair while staring at the carpet. "I don't yet know how to explain our relationship to my crew," she pulls her eyes up from the floor to look into my eyes, her cerulean eyes begging for understanding. "I was mostly trying to do what's best for your safety." I felt my face contort as disgust hit me at her words. "So I am better seen as a permanent prostitute on board a ship of lonely, desperate crewmen and women who can-by rule-only have sexual interactions with non-crew members? I'm sure that safety will now not be an issue." I said with obvious sarcasm tinting my voice. I observed as she opened and closed her mouth several times before I continued. "Be truthful and just say that you are too scared to risk your reputation." She was silent at my words at my words and just watched me with wide, apologetic eyes. I turned away from her to look out the window. "I thought you said you loved me," I whispered, my voice small and fragile. "I do." she replied as I felt her arms begin to embrace me again. I broke free of her grip and turned to look at her incredulously. "So your love is so strong that you would purposefully allow others to believe that I am nothing but a play thing?" I screamed in complete outrage. "You can take your love and shove it!" I exclaimed as I moved towards the door. Her hands managed to grip my hips as I blazed a path to the door. My hand was on the door handle before briefly I was suddenly catapulted into a passionate lip lock. My mind was irate and wanted to struggle, but I couldn't help but return the kiss. She assaulted me with kisses, occasionally breaking to murmur, "forgive me", "please", and "I love you" before dragging me towards her lips again. We finally broke apart, resting our foreheads against each other's. "I thought we were brave together." I questioned in a thin voice. I saw my words affect her; her eyes filled a bit and she reflexively pulled me towards her body. "We are going to be brave together. I'm sorry I made you feel that I didn't value you, and I'm sorry that I'm not yet strong enough to profess my love for you in front of my crew. I just ask- no beg- that you please give me time to find the courage. Please!" Her eyes shined with sincerity and hope as she searched my face for any signs of forgiveness. Holding her gaze I nodded and softly replied, "Okay." Gratitude was easily discernible on her face as she lifted her hand to caress my cheek and leaned in to kiss me once more. The lip lock wore on for some time. My body grew hot as the kiss became increasingly more feverish, and the space that had existed between our bodies became nonexistent. I felt her hand trail down from my face to the hollow of my neck and gently graze the skin there. She continued on to bypass my breasts on her way to lightly stroke up and down my bare stomach. Coming back up to my breasts, she rubbed my nipples through the sheer fabric, causing them to pucker up and jut out proudly. Her lips left mine to travel to my neck, skimming any skin it passed on the way down. I moaned aloud as she found an erogenous zone there and sucked furiously, leaving no doubt that I would be marked as hers the next day. After some time, she traced her way back to my lips, giving me long, savoring kisses as if committing my lips to memory; every caress of her lips against mine held reverence and told me more than words how much she had missed me. Slipping smoothly into my mouth, she started a sensual duel between our tongues that neither of us actually cared for winning. While our tongues danced, she lowered her hands to my hips and to hold me close to her body while also creating circles with her thumbs on my sides. I could feel the material of her shirt rubbing against my barely there top, arousing me further. She eventually pulled back to remove my top, completely exposing my mounds to the cool air. The already hardened tips firmed even more under her transfixed gaze. I could not contain a sudden cry as I found one of them swiftly enveloped in her moist, warm mouth. At this point, I knew that the lower part of my outfit is sodden with my arousal. I threw my head back as I tangled my hands in her dirty blonde hair and wrap a leg around her waist, making the scent of my excitement more detectable in the air. I whimpered intermittently as she devoured my breasts with an unsurprising desperation. I felt it too. I had been without her for so long that I felt starved, a desperate, savage hunger throbbing through me. She picked me up and laid me onto plush sheets and, finally, continued her trek towards my nether region. I waited in agonizing suspense as she moved slower and slower the closer that she travelled to her ultimate goal. She took her time removing the rest of my uniform while placing slow kisses on my inner thigh. "Please," escaped my mouth before the thought of begging has even fully formed in my mind. The Captain's Lover Ch. 02 She came to a stop right above my lips; I could feel her breathing onto them for several agonizing seconds. I was close to crying out once again in a pleading tone when I felt her take a long lick from the bottom of my cunt to my clitoris where she briefly circled it before slowly trailing down and beginning again. She did this several times before firmly planting her lips onto my clitoris and giving it a strong suck. A delicious feeling infuses my body, and I felt a pool forming beneath me as her talented mouth did its work. It switched intermittently from that vacuum-like suck to a swift fluttering that sent tingles throughout my entire body. A fingertip teased my entrance before gliding into my depths. Soon, she had progressed to plunging in with three fingers as she also sucked and circled my clit. She tipped her fingers upwards and quickly found a spot that had me screaming. The pleasure bubbling in me soon became too much; I gushed a seemingly unending wave onto her beautiful face and hand while my tense body arched from the bed. "Fuuuuck!" I grunted out as my body slowly relaxed. Her fingers left me. Her glistening face appeared above mine with a slightly smug smile and a look of adoration in those wonderfully blue eyes of hers. I weakly pulled her down for a kiss before uttering against her plump lips, "I think I'm going to need a quick breather." "No problem." she replied simply before she began taking off her clothes. I am entranced as her gorgeous body is revealed to me. A feeling of desire stirred in me once again as I gaze upon her delicious form. Everything about her body exuded a sleek, restrained power. Her body held no traces of fat except for that found in her ample bosom and perfectly round derriere. Though she was abnormally tall and very muscular, she was not overwhelmingly so which made me once again ponder how she managed to contain such strength in such a deceptively weaker looking form. The thought was quickly flushed out as I watched her slowly approach me with a confident, swaying sashay and stop right beside my face. The smell of her musk was enticing. My gaze travelled from her face down her sculpted body to her pink entrance. I could see fluids clinging to her trimmed, dark blonde hairs, and the sight caused me to salivate as fantasies rushed to my mind. She lifted a toned leg and placed it over me, bringing me even closer to the object of my sexual thoughts. Her movement caused her lips to open, and I watch in fascination and lust as some of her arousal dripped onto my chest. I brought my head up so that I could explore her plump, pink, juicy depths, but I am stopped by Laurena's hand on my shoulder. "No babe rest," she said lowly in that same husky voice. One of her hands gathered both of my hands and secured the above my head. Her pussy was close to my face but unreachable, even if I stretched my head as far as her hold allowed. She held me down as she inserted two fingers inside of her, and I could only view her helplessly as they slowly began plunging into her over and over. Juices dripped down her arm and onto my body as she moaned with each delicious plunge. Her thumb circles her clit in between each thrust, and her hips rock forward to meet each upward stroke. I look up to see her staring at my face intensely. Each slide of her fingers into her rose pink depths felt like it would be my breaking point. Her strokes became faster and faster as I watched on in torture. She suddenly stopped and brought her glistening pussy closer to me. She held my shoulder down as she lowered her kitty to my face and coated it in her juices from my nose to chin. I managed to swipe her labia and opening with my tongue while she did this, and I felt her shudder in response before she rose above me once again. She looked me in the eye and placed the fingers covered in her juices to my lips; I eagerly sucked them before she gradually slipped them out of my mouth. Those same fingers returned to glide into her again and soon had resumed that hurried rhythm of before. I watched her ride her hand in ecstasy, her head thrown back as her hips continually met each upthrust. Her body began to quiver. She removed her hand from her insides to hurriedly rub her clitoris. "Aaaahhh," she half screamed half breathed as her cum spilled from her body and splattered onto my upper torso while she finished. I watched her bountiful chest heave after she had completely covered and enclosed me in her alluring scent. When she had ceased, she moved her arm from my shoulder and went to travel to the other side of the bed. I saw an opportunity and lunged forward to grip her hips with unrestrained lust and a teetering sanity. I lapped unrelentingly at her opening, cleaning her. I then attacked her clit with a powerful suck while simultaneously swiping my tongue mercilessly. Knowing how sensitive she must be, I wetted my thumb and used it for continued clitoral stimulation while I moved my head down to repeatedly plunge my tongue into her opening. She had almost begun shrieking with my quick assault on her overly sensitive nether region. She pulled my hair hard as I basked in her ambrosial taste on my tongue. It seemed like only a short time later she was careening over the edge. "Shiiit!" she yelled in a tired voice as her delicious juices flowed into my mouth; I swallowed each wave quickly and greedily of in hopes for more. When her body unclenched, I gently cleaned her entrance once again before finally releasing her. I looked up to see her panting in exhaustion above me. She leaned in for a lingering kiss before she climbed over me and settled into the bed. My head relaxed onto the cool, cushioned pillow below it. Wrapping an arm around my waist, she snuggled close. "Thank you for staying with me," she mumbled into my shoulder. "Thank you for loving me," I replied before I drifted off to sleep surrounded by warmth.