Sugar and Spice
Chapter 1.
The sound of her clothes being ripped filled the room. Her moan and the warm feeling of his hands on her skin, roaming inexperienced. Her hair was loose, spilling on the white sheets. They felt so bad on her skin, scratching from the hard bleach they used. Only his gaze kept her body on them. The intensity he radiated was too much. He was just pure lust in form of a man.
It felt great when she guided him inside her, for both parties involved. She a heat, throbbing inside her. He felt a warmth and wetness, and started felt even better since they were both under the influence of alcohol, and all inhibitions were gone. The sex was rough and wild, from beginning time had stopped for both, and for those hours they shared, nothing else existed around them.
Grabbing, panting and shifting on the sheets covered their bodies in a thin sheet of sweat. His head rolled back and he snarled pushing as deep as he could in her. Being drunk let his restraints go and he pushed in too deep. Pain erupted in her belly from the push. She yelled in pain but he was deaf, lost in his exctasy.
Tears prickled her eyes as he continued to trust, deep and hard, without giving her a glance. She chocked a sob back as he leaned over and tired to give her a sloppy kiss. Her sobs broke through and he stopped, rigid in his stance.
˝Please...stop˝- He voice cracked and another sob left her body. His eyes weren't as fierce anymore, they were scared. Fumbling he pulled out and took his pants. Without looking at her he almost ran for the door.
Eleanor shut her eyes and exhaled as the pain finally left her body. She just wanted to stand under a stream of steaming water and forget the world right now. Her head was aching, the presence of a bitching hangover coming her way fast and the throbbing between her leggs wasn't good either.
She made it to the bathroom of her small room and looked in the mirror. She looked like a mess, make up smudged around her eyes, lips swollen and bruised from the harsh kissing and her ruby curls all over the place. A silent tear escaped but she brushed it hastily and turned the shower on. Steam filled the small bathroom and she stepped in the shower letting the water soothe her.
˝Eleanor! Clean the tables! You lil' shits partied last night and no one bothered to clean. Fucking christ..˝- Mike grumbled from the bar holding the newspaper. He gave her a full check with his eyes and decided she wasn't harmed. Of course he noticed her slipping away with the red-head. The shitty rookie pirate she was oggling all night.
Half empty glasses, shattered ash trays and random junk pilled on and under the tables. She sighed and pulled her long hair in a bun fastening it with a rubber band. This would take all morning and she was still hangover and sore from last night.
Not to mention ego bruised.
What was that shitty virgin rookie thinking?
Didn't he feel the „end" of her?
Why did she drink that much?
Groaning to herself she scrubbed the tables, pilled the junk in a heap to pull into bags later and collected various „left-overs". Coins, papers, hair clips and random assorted junk that drunk people left behind. Some she could use, some sell. It didn't make much difference. It was a cleaning treasure hunt.
˝We do˝- Mike replied not lifting his head from the newspaper. The man sighed and showed a chest filled with gold in front of his feet. Slowly his gaze rose first to the chest then to the man in front of him. He called himself Killer, wore a mask with holes and blue white strippes on his face and a black polka dot shirt. Strange rookie. ˝That will do, choose one˝- He replied and hooked his legg over the chest securing it. The man bowed and lifted a finger.
˝Her˝
˝Take her, they're all orphans anyway, working to live˝ - Mike said. He didn't even look at which girl they wanted. Selling girls wasn't moral but hey his clients were pirates and the girls mostly didn't mind. Mostly. He heard screams but it didn't matter, she was someone else's now.
Eleanor kicked and screamed as the men took her away. She cursed more than any experienced sailor, they had to admit that and her kicking wasn't half bad. The problem was, Killer held on tight. Slowly walking to the bay they went straight to their ship and in the back, to the helm. Kidd was sitting on a chair, nursing something against his hangover and glaring at the world. He dumped the girl in front of him and left.
Eleanor blinked and almost cursed but stopped herself. He stared at her.
˝We bought you. YOU are our now˝- Kidd said slowly emphasizing every word. Eleanor closed her eyes and fought back the tears that threatened to spill. Mike had sold her as a slave...
