"Kneel." Jack's voice became as cold and dispassionate as his features. This was the first time she had seen him without a casual smirk or air of comedy about him. It brought a feeling of ice to her stomach as she found herself lost in the eyes of a fear-inducing pirate captain.
Her voice came out quiet, "Jack- I-"
"Captain." He reinforced, stepping forward. Her resulting step backward caused her feet to catch on the bed, leaving her arching in an awkward angle.
"C-Captain." Damn! Of all the times to stutter…
"Better." His eyes traveled up and down her body. She was still draped in borrowed clothes. Young William's shirt opened slightly in the front from her playful exertions. He couldn't stand the sight of the fabric; the ties like possessive hands wrapped around her frame, the pants wrongfully touching the warmth of her. "Kneel."
She relinquished herself to the floor, glancing up at him with a confused yet wary expression. Even on her knees she would not yet submit. Her fiery defiance. His Elizabeth.
As he strode over to the bed and sank into the straw mattress on the frame, Elizabeth noted for the first time that the man was shirtless. She had been too wrapped up in fear, her mind too clouded by liquor to truly realize his state of undress. She had taken him from his bed before he was able to get his pants off. The thought stoked a flame of triumph inside her, though she couldn't fully comprehend why she'd pulled such a foolish trick.
"Who do you serve under?" Jack glanced down at her.
Elizabeth bit the inside of her cheek. She wanted to shout 'no one' but she knew the answer was folly. Her eyes bore into the floor, seeking an answer that would allow her to walk out of the room with her dignity intact.
"Elizabeth," Jack placed a ringed forefinger under the crook of her chin, his thumb traced under her lip as her eyes flicked to his. "Who is the captain of your ship?"
She took a breath through her nose, "You."
"Good answer." A smile came and went from his features as he examined her. "But, you haven't been a good girl, have you? You've been naughty to your captain."
"Girl? I'm certainly not a-"
Jack continued, successfully bringing her complaints to a halt, "You've intruded on his quarters. Exploited him sexually…"
She flushed, "I never meant to-"
"And!" he spoke in a louder voice, "to add insult to injury, you've rallied his own crew against him! Whatever shall I do with you? Shall I lock you in the brig? You would like that Lizzie, wouldn't you?"
Her face was heated now. She wanted to disappear into the floor boards. She tried to look down once more, but his hand was firmly placed. She swallowed. "No. I'll be good."
"Oh, you will. I know you will. After I teach you a lesson."
"Lesson?" Her brow rose, "I'll have you know I'm the most educated aboard your ship."
"Book smart." His lip quirked for a second. "Alas, your body knows very little. I'll be- how do they say- cultivating it with my hand."
Elizabeth's jaw dropped, her mouth moving with unformed words.
"We'll start with an elementary method you may have already experienced. Stand up. Drop those awful trousers."
"I-" Elizabeth's fists curled.
"Stand." Jack repeated, his eyes dark and serious. "Bar the door."
She swallowed as she stood, her face flaming as she walked over and made certain the door was locked. She stepped out of her trousers by that very door.
"No undergarments to impede the view. Lizzie is a terribly naughty girl, isn't she?"
'Shut it!' she wanted to cry, but she bit her tongue.
"Standing all the way over there won't do. Come here so I can teach you," he beckoned.
She languidly walked over until her toes met with his. "Here. Right here," he placed both of his hands in his lap.
She blinked up at him, uncertain. Affronted.
"Am I to doubt your service?" His face was solemn as he examined her.
She let a growl of frustration escape her as she reluctantly crawled atop his lap, assuming a position she'd only once held in childhood. It was the day she'd ruined her new dress by climbing a palm tree. Her hands rested on Jack's right thigh as her posterior was aloft over his left. The touch of her oblique to the skin of his midsection sent heat through her. Jack placed a hand on her right bicep as his open palm traveled from the backs of her thighs over her backside and down again. Gooseflesh seemed to raise on its own accord. Anticipation caught in her throat.
"How many do you deserve?" He spoke as his fingers trailed the other leg. She closed her eyes at the sensation, trying to remember her motives for anything anymore. "Elizabeth." He removed his hand swiftly and she felt exposed to the cold. "How many?"
"Ten!" She spoke the first number that popped into her head. Somehow she felt impatient to get it over with.
"Ten it is then. I won't go easy on you. In fact, I think you'd be insulted if I did." He reared back his hand and Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut as her stomach clenched. "One!"
"Ah!" She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as his hand clapped her backside. She bit down, her hands fisting his pants, unwilling to let him hear her again.
"Two!" She barely had time to take a breath before, "Three!"
That smarts…
"Four! Five! Six!"
Stop hitting the same spot!
"Seven!"
When I get off your lap, I'm going to…
"Eight!"
No, not there!
"Nine!"
Wait. Did that… feel good?
"Ten!"
A tingling sensation left her curious as to whether he'd tapped her just perfectly between her legs on purpose. Did his hand slip? He did it on purpose, didn't he? Fresh indignation washed over her already embarrassed face. She stood straight as a board then. "There. I did as asked. Satisfied, Captain?"
Somewhere along the way a smile had found its way to his face again. "Far from it, Lizzie. But, I'll let you go." As he leaned back, she admired the way his tanned muscles chorded to support his weight. "That is, if you want to go."
"Of course I do!"
"I see. And here I thought you might have been in need of my assistance."
She squinted, "What are you talking about?"
As Jack moved his fingers together she could see the evidence of her arousal. She gasped in terror as his tongue flickered over them. "My mistake."
She wanted to scream. She wanted to punch him. She wanted to… To put that tongue to use and the very thought of it had her feeling the flood between her thighs. Curse him. She'd lost the upper hand. She'd have to figure a way to gain it again. What would it take to humiliate the great Captain Sparrow? "And what if I do?" She crossed her arms.
"Beg your pardon?" Jack's voice nearly cracked.
"And what if I do?" She leaned forward, her arms still crossed in a way that attractively pressed her bust, "Require your assistance, I mean."