Series: The Trials of Sin 1/3
Title: Into the Fire
Genre: Romance/Smut
Pairing: J/OC
Rating: Strong R
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Summary: Jack takes the privilege of first rights.
Setting: Pre-Curse of the Black Pearl.
Notes: Italicized words denote thought, and/or song lyrics.
Into the FireMother teach me to walk again
Milk & honey so intoxicating
& Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort…Passion. Here in the underworld it is a lifeline for those who live without choice; a lifeline for those that live without freedom. Oft have I heard the voices of men and women raised in passion; their cries of ecstasy lulling me to sleep in my childhood.
You might say I had an odd adolescence, but here in the Caribbean, anything goes. I learned that lesson early. My mother always told me I would one day grow to be a beauty. As a little girl, she would comb and braid my copper curls, and tell me that I would one day be the stuff of legends. People all round the world would hear about my adventures, and speak of my beauty. Of course, I now know that these were lies. Stories to fill my mind with hope, and yearning for all possible futures.
My name is Theresa Sinclair, but most address me as Tessa. I haven't gone by my birth name since the day my mother abandoned me on Madame Lanois doorstep, all of twelve summers old. I recall my mother mentioning my beauty then, ensuring that when I came of age, I would be a goddess. She sold me for six gold pieces that day in her desperation. Her last words before she disappeared from my life completely were to the Madame: "Give her a good life," she'd said. The Madame had taken me into her household, and found a place for me among her housekeepers.
In the higher circles of the port village, there were many that looked down upon the Madame and her less than reputable establishment. It did not take me long, even as a young girl, to learn about the things that went on in the Madame's house. My first night under her generous roof, I was awakened by cries in the night. These were not the soft cries I was familiar with from overhearing my parent's lovemaking. Rather, they were agonizing moans, torn from the helpless throats of Madame Lanois' slaves. I ran from my makeshift bed in the back kitchens, hiding myself in the storage shed until the night passed.
I never truly knew what happened then.
I spent much of my girlhood reliving the terrors of that eve. As my knowledge expanded with age, I was able to imagine the horrors the women went through that night.
Rumor grew as the years passed, of a pirate in a murderous rage, but the stories were never proven.
Madame Lanois has always remained tight-lipped and discrete about the goings on in her house. Her clients are treated with much care and respect, and there are strict rules in place to prevent unfortunate incidents from ever occurring again.
It is a cold day today. A storm swept through last eve, and the end of god's tears was not yet in sight. Madame says that the Lord is mourning the loss of one of his children. I am eighteen years old today. Tis' odd, I never took the Madame to be a religious woman.
She is smiling at me, a warm, hearty smile. She has much hope for the business I am sure to bring her.
Tonight will be my passage of first rights. The Madame has chosen one of her favorite clients for the honour. Tonight I will lose my virginity to a man I have never seen before, and chance will never see again.
Jack Sparrow sauntered down the ramp and onto the docks of the nameless Port, relieved for this brief escape from the sea. He glanced around, suddenly realizing that he'd no idea where he was. He paused, searching for the sober part of his mind. Finding it fuzzy with the haze of liquor, he settled on asking for help. He called for the attention of his sensible First Mate. "Barbossa? Where in hell's water are we?"
The elder pirate looked upon his Captain with amusement. Sparrow never ceased to amaze, indeed, the younger man was full of surprises. "Yer here for the services of Madame Lanois are ye' not? Ye sailed us here all the way from Tortuga, somethin' about er' tellin' ya ta be er' ta'day?"
Jack puzzled over that. His eyes brightened with recognition when he finally remembered. "Aye, I recall now." He beamed with pride. "She has a wee bit of a gift for me, seein' as I'm such a dedicated customer of hers." He gestured wildly as he spoke, his hands flying about to make a point. Jack Sparrow defied all male laws of physics with his every movement, and this display was certainly no exception. Barbossa smiled.
"Breakin' in a new wench, eh?" he asked.
'I spose' so." Jack answered. "You know, it's all about the delicate touch. Ya gotta treat a woman like ya do a ship. Ya never take er' into stormy waters on er' maiden voyage. Tis bad luck ya know." A cocky grin twisted its way onto the captain's lips. "I'll treat er' well."
'See to it that ya' do, Captain." Barbossa replied. "Perhaps havin' the crew back at sunrise, then?"
Sparrow thought it over. The crew needed a break as much as anyone. Having them back at sunrise would have the Pearl stocked and ready for departure mid morning. So long as he was back by noon, all would be well. I could swing that. "I leave er' in your good hands, Barbossa. Tell the crew to enjoy themselves, and be back at the dawn." He saluted the First Mate mockingly, a drunken smile on his face, and swaggered off to claim his prize.
Open the doors that lead on into Eden
Don't want no cheap disguise
I follow the signs marked back to the beginning
No more compromise
& Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fireI am the spark
Into the fire
I yearn for comfort…
"You're sure to feel some pain, Tess, it bein' your first time an all." Victoria explained. "You'll probably be best off lyin' still while he has his way with ya. At least, that's how it worked out my first time." The older girl winked, applying more powder to Tessa's pale cheeks. The younger girl was trembling violently, her nerves twisted in a bunch in her stomach. She'd not been able to hold down anything all day. She smiled weakly at Victoria's advice, though it did little to calm her nerves. "O' course, if he has any skill at all, ya might actually enjoy yerself." Tessa's eyes widened at the suggestion, a scarlet blush tinting her face.
Victoria pulled her charge's copper hair back, tying it loosely at the nape. Copper curls sprang free from the loose ties, framing the young girl's round face. "You're such a pretty thing. Tis no wonder the Madame snatched ye up when she did."
"Vicky? What does it feel like?" The young maiden asked, embarrassed. She turned her eyes to the floor, unable to look her elder in the eye.
Victoria sighed. "I can't explain it really, tis up to him to show ye the ropes. Don't worry Tessa, Madame always chooses her best to break in first timers. I'm sure your first client will be special. You'll never forget him either, simply because he is the first."
Tessa nodded, thought she still didn't understand. How anyone would willingly submit themselves to this life was beyond her. She was here without choice, and the knowledge of that broke her heart.
"Let's get ye dressed now." Victoria suggested. Madame Lanois offered a better standard of service than most establishments in the district. All clients were given private rooms for service, and all the Madame's girls were of the highest quality available. The Madame ensured that her girls were dressed in fine cloths, and that they were seen my a physician once a month. Hygiene was very important in her house, and therefore, all rooms were provided with towels and basins for cleansing.
Victoria helped Tessa into a white silk garment, bought specifically for her first rights. Once she was dressed in the fine gown, she spared a glance in the mirror. She did look lovely, the fading lights of the setting sun catching the highlights in her copper hair. The orange glow cast shadows on her pale face and arms, and danced an amber rainbow across the white silk.
There came a rapping at the chamber door, and Madame Lanois entered for her regulatory inspection. She looked Tessa over thoroughly, investigating her clothing, makeup, and the state of her body. 'How is your health? Has your stomach settled since this morning?" She asked in a no-nonsense tone.
"I am fine Madame. Twas only a case of the jitters. I'm a little nervous." Tessa admitted sheepishly.
'That's only natural, Tessa." The older woman replied, sagely. 'You have noting to fear. I've chosen a wonderful client for your first time. He'll take care of you. However, in the unlikely event that something unexpected and unwelcome should occur, you are to inform me immediately, do you understand?"
Tessa nodded.
"Good girl. Now get yourself ready, Captain Sparrow arrived a few minutes ago, and is enjoying the use of our bathhouse right now. I expect he'll be up to see you in a half hour." The Madame hugged her charge. "Take care Tessa, I believe you'll enjoy tonight." She then made a swift departure, closing the door softly behind her.
"Captain Sparrow?!" Victoria exclaimed. "The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow gets ta break ye, Tess! This is exciting, Catherine will be ever so jealous!" The giddy wench couldn't wait to share the news. "ye have nothin' to fear, Tessa. Captain Sparrow is a very experienced, very generous lover. He'll take good care of you. Have no fear, luv." Victoria placed a chaste kiss on Tessa's brow for luck, and then vanished into the hallway, leaving a frightened young maiden behind.
All Tessa could do was wait.
She held her breath when she heard the door open, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Taking every effort not to be sick, she wrung her hands on the bed coverlet, squeezing the fabric so tight the circulation was being cut from her hands. There was a violent tremor in her small frame, as she heard booted footsteps approach her position on the bed. A hearty blaze roared in the fireplace, warming the room, and tossing its orange glow over the shadowy quarters. She stiffened as the bed dipped, and a pair of masculine hands appeared on her shoulders, the friendly, yet foreign weight tossing her every sense of balance into the wind.
Her breath hitched as he moved closer, before leaving her completely as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her ear lobe.
"Hush love," he whispered. "Twill be alright, lass, Captain Jack Sparrow will take care of you." She felt strong arms encircle her slight body, turning her to face the man who would take everything she had to offer this night. Her eyes widened as she looked upon him for the first time. First there were his eyes: dark, molten pools of chocolate, lined with kohl. She'd never seen a man line his eyes with kohl before, but the effect on this man was startlingly attractive. He had a young face, despite its weathered look. He was browned from too many hours spent in the sun. His hair was thick, and black, twisted into practical locks and beaded away from his face. And he smelled of muck and sandalwood, of sweat and rum. He smelled of the sea. She breathed deeply of this new scent, this new masculinity.
His gaze pierced into her very soul, stealing away her last breath. He leaned in and stole a kiss, pressing his mouth to hers softly, his tongue sweeping across her lips, pleading for entry. Unsure, she tentatively opened her mouth, and he slipped inside, devouring her. He tasted of spice and rum, his tongue taking dominion of her sweet supple flesh. He sucked upon her bottom lip, nibbling gently before drawing away.
Her eyes were widened with passion, her lips swollen and bruised. She felt a heat begin to burn inside her, a fire that desperately needed to be stoked. In a matter of moments she come to crave this man's touch, to need him. It felt so good, too good, being held this way.
She was completely and utterly confused. She felt tears spring in the corners of her eyes, catching her unawares. You mustn't cry you fool! This is your duty, what you've been preparing to do for ages!
Jack noticed her unease, and meant to remedy it immediately. "Hush little one," he soothed, while moving to trail light kisses over he cheeks and eyelids. She was caught in his embrace, unable to free herself from his sensual assault. With one last breath, she gave in. This was her destiny, to serve the needs of men in this manner. And this man was her teacher.
"Teach me," she whispered, her voice quivering. "Teach me how to love."
"What's your name little one?" The pirate inquired, brushing a loose curl back behind her ear.
"Tessa." She replied, meekly.
"Well Tessa, I am Captain Jack Sparrow. You, my dear, may call me Jack."
"Jack." She acknowledged, her voice hitching. She turned so as to sit in his lap, and he drew her closer, allowing her to lean her head upon his shoulder.
They sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the logs snapping in the fire. Slowly, she began to relax, the tension bleeding from her body. "Kiss me?" She asked.
She needn't have made the request. Without further permission, Jack plundered her mouth, moving to lie her down upon the soft bed. She drew him down upon her body, this new position intriguing to her. Jack settled his weight upon his forearms, not wanting to crush the wee lass beneath him, and continued his assault. He placed gentle kisses along her jaw, and down her neck, paying close attention to the base of her throat. She mewed beneath him, this new touch evoking a heat in her that demanded to be quelled. She felt the heat inside her continue to rise with Jack's ministrations, until she felt as if she were aflame, burning from the inside out.
Free the water that carries me to the sea
You I see as my security
Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort…
"Touch me, little one," he pleaded. "Men care to be touched in much the same way as I touch ye'."
Unsure, she raised trembling hands to her lover's head, running her fingers through his raven locks. She trailed her fingers down to his temples, caressing them gently, before drawing him down for another kiss. Her kiss was gentle, unsure, and sweet. Jack smiled into the kiss, impressed with her first courageous attempt. "That's right." He encouraged.
She smiled.
He sat up again, drawing her back with him, as the shoulder of her dress fell loose, exposing a creamy white shoulder for his attentions. She moaned as he attacked it, pulling the fabric down further for better exposure. It didn't take long before her dress was naught but a pile of cloth at her waist, surprising her at her sudden nudity. She blushed, but Jack didn't stop. He took a nosy nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently as his hands took hold of her breasts.
She was a small-chested lass, her breasts barely large enough to fill his hands, but that was enough for him.
She sighed softly, laying back down on the bed, allowing Jack to have his way with her.
She raised her hips, allowing him to completely remove the hindrance of her nightclothes, and wrapped her arms around him. It was only then she realized he was still fully clothed, and that simply wouldn't do.
She pulled unsuccessfully at the ties of his tunic, her inexperienced hands fumbling with them.
It was endearing to jack, who stopped is assault, albeit briefly, to assist. Together, they peeled the worn tunic from his equally worn body, exposing an expanse of tanned flesh for her to explore. She ran her hands over his smooth chest, and leaned in to suckle at his nipple. He gasped at the sensation, her inexperienced tongue dancing across the sensitive nub.
"Come here, Tess." He pulled her face back up to his, kissing her lightly. Lying beneath him like this, perfectly submissive, and beautiful, he fought for control over his more primal urges. She couldn't handle that tonight. He had no intentions of hurting her.
Tess felt a hardness press against her thigh, and only the years of living in a whorehouse told her what it meant. She smiled, eagerly awaiting the next step in her education. She reached for the band of his trousers, slipping one small hand inside. He jerked as he felt her fingers brush against his erection. Drawing her hand away, he soothed her fears. "You've done nothing wrong, Tessa. But if ye' be touchin' me that way much further, I'm afraid I'll be finished before we even start."
She nodded her understanding, though she was still slightly confused. He kissed her temple gently, and then rid himself of his trousers and boots. Finally naked, he sat back and allowed her to look him over, become accustomed to the sight of a naked man.
Her eyes took him in, appraising the sight of him, before stopping on his erection, which stood proudly in a nest of chestnut curls. He smiled, and took her in his arms again, unable to make the wait last much longer.
Reaffirming his role as guide and teacher, he began a path downwards, licking and sucking every crevice, every birthmark, and scar. He kissed the inside of her thighs lightly, teasing her with his tongue, before finally stopping at her sex. She was trembling violently in his arms, gooseflesh raised on all her limbs. Soft sighs escaped her lips as she moaned quietly in pleasure.
He brushed his lips against her sex, drawing a cry of surprise from her supple lips. She was soft and warm, and by rights, more than ready for him, her slickened sex dripping with the evidence of her pleasure. Smiling, he delved his tongue inside her, massaging her insides with the muscle. Licking his lips, he returned for another searing kiss, while placing his fingers at her entrance. He slipped one long digit inside her, preparing her for the coming assault. He winced at her tightness, knowing it would give her pain in a few moments.
"Jack," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Take me, please."
He nodded, positioning himself, and adjusting her hips for a more comfortable angle. He entered her slowly, mindful of the virginal barrier. He heard her cry in pain, as her nails tore into the flesh of his back, but he didn't stop. Before long, he'd sheathed himself fully in her tight heat, and now he lie still, allowing her time to adjust to the intrusion.
It felt foreign to her, having this man inside her. She felt full, a near completeness that she'd never before achieved in life. There was a dull ache in the small of her back, but the sharp stabbing pain was slowly decreasing.
Then Jack began to move inside her, and while not completely comfortable, the pain lessened even further. It was very likely that she'd need a few more rounds before she became accustomed to this new feeling.
Jack groaned, the effort of his care wearing on him. He continued his slow, gentle strokes, setting a languid pace. They quickly established a rhythm, much to his delight. He felt as though eh were being swallowed whole, as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. He longed to share it with his partner. Taking hold of her hips, he moved her slightly, finding a better angle. He was highly pleased with himself when he heard her cry out, finding that spot inside her that reduced her to pudding in his arms.
Aye, he was captain Jack Sparrow after all.
Moving faster, he began to thrust deeper, building up the pace as they headed towards their respective climaxes. Tess shuddered in his arms, as she flew ever higher, waves of pleasure crashing over her mercilessly. She cried out as she came, Jack's name falling from her lips in ecstasy. The pirate thrust one last time, spilling his seed deep inside her.
Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she tumbled back to Earth. Jack slipped form within her and lie back on the bed, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He turned and drew her into his arms, intent on keeping her there until the sunrise.
She furrowed her brow in confusion. She'd been given orders to leave her client to his rest when he'd finished with her. Perhaps he wasn't quite finished yet?
"Let me hold you love," he explained. "I want to hold you. You deserve that much."
She smiled, and snuggled closer to the willing pirate, who held her close. She felt a sense of calm envelope her. She felt protected and safe. Twas an odd feeling. She listened to the steadying beating of his heart, the sound lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
She didn't awake until long after the sun had risen from rest, and was distressed to find the bed empty. A glance around the room showed that the Captain, as well as his effects, was nowhere in sight. She caught sight of something glittering on the table, and wrapping a sheet around herself, went to investigate.
There, upon the table was a small bag of coins. Payment for her services, no doubt. What was surprisingly was that there was also a ring. It was a man's ring, only suitable for wear on her thumb, and had been crafted from fine silver. Tiny markings were engraved all around, but at the head was a tiny sparrow.
Twas a reminder. Something to always remember him by.
She smiled, feeling the stirrings of something unfamiliar in her heart.
I will stare into the sun
Until its light doesn't blind me
I will walk into the fire
Until its heat doesn't burn me
& I will feed the fire…
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