Disclaimer: Norrington is not mine. I could cry about it but what good would it do?

AN: Happy New Year!

Katherine was having the most wonderful dream. James was nuzzling her neck and gently nibbling on her ear. She could feel the possessive weight of his hand on her hip. Sighing she reached for him and… and found that she could not move her arms more than a few inches. Her eyes flew open and then blinked rapidly from the sunlight that was beginning to filter through the windows.

"Good morning, Kat."

Last night's activities came flooding back into her consciousness and Katherine knew a moment's shyness. "Good morning, James." He looked tired. Since he was still in uniform she could only guess that he had just arrived home. "Is Lieutenant Gillette going to be okay?"

"Yes, he'll be fine in a few days. Some foolish young men thought that it would be a lark to light some gunpowder to celebrate the New Year. What they did not take into account was how much was in the barrel and they started a small fire. Gillette got hurt trying to put it out before it spread to the other barrels."

"Did he get burned?"

James smiled slightly, "One of his eyebrows was singed off and his best wig is a loss but other than that he escaped relatively unscathed. More damage to his ego than his body. Unfortunately, once my presence was noted, there suddenly was a myriad of small problems for me to handle. I did not intend to leave you for so long."

Katherine noticed that his eyes were blatantly surveying all that was revealed by the lace gown. She decided to pay him back a bit for having the audacity to tie her to the bed. Sinuously she stretched arching her back as she did so that her breasts were thrust out for his appraisal. Adopting a pout she complained, "It was very ungentlemanly of you to do what you did, James, but I hope that knowing that I was tied here and unable to go anywhere helped your peace of mind."

Seeing through her ploy James teased back, "Do not worry, Mrs. Norrington. I was more than penalized for my behavior. All I could think about for the half the night was you here waiting for me and us playing corrupt commodore and captured pirate wench." The moment the words left his mouth he wished that he could pull them back. Damn. The lack of sleep had loosened his tongue. It was only a few hours since he had taken her virginity and like a fool he was talking of illicit bedroom games. He would be lucky if he had not thoroughly repulsed her.

At his words, Katherine's eyes had widened and as so often happened around him she began to have trouble breathing normally. She watched as the emotions flickered across his face and changed from a teasingly seductive smile to a harsh look of desire to a rueful expression of self-loathing.

Muttering, "I'm sorry, Kat. That was uncalled for." James reached for the scrap of cloth binding her wrists only to be stopped by her soft inquiry.

"Exactly how does one play that game?"

James stilled. Not daring to believe that he had heard correctly, his gaze sought hers. In her eyes he saw curiosity and desire but none of the outraged virtuosity that he had feared.

"James?" she prompted.

Deciding that he might as well make a complete ass of himself he explained, "You would be one of those rarities, a female pirate captain. I've captured your ship and you are desperate to save your crew and escape the gallows. Since the only thing you have to bargain with is your body, you offer to become mine to do whatever I wish with you." James could feel the heat of his blush staining his cheeks. He had never revealed that fantasy to anyone before. It was mark of how much he trusted and cared for Katherine that he had done so now. He just hoped that he had not offended her too much.

Her next question surprised him for it was issued with a sensuous purr, "I must do whatever you wish?"

James searched her face and saw that she was wearing that smile that a woman wears when she knows that she has a man well and truly enthralled. Far from being shocked and offended, the little minx was actually teasing him. With a happy smirk he informed her, "Oh yes. You must do whatever I say without hesitation. After all, you would do well to please me since I hold your future in my hands."

Katherine thought about it for a moment. These were clearly uncharted waters that she was sailing into. She had no skills in these types of games and the thought of giving up all control was frightening. But it was obvious that James was taking a risk in telling her about this fantasy of his and that fact filled her with pride. She decided that she would take a risk as well. "Commodore, you drive a hard bargain but I really have no choice, do I?"

With a low growl of, "Come here, you wench," he captured her hips between his hands and pulled her down so that her arms were stretched above her head. Leaning in close to her he commanded, "Kiss me."

Eagerly Katherine strained up to reach his lips and then covered his mouth with hers. She waited for him to deepen the kiss but he did not do so. Annoyed she pulled back and fixed him with an accusing glare. Laughing lightly he challenged, "Seduce me. Show me just how willing a captive you are."

Katherine felt a tiny flare of anger. He had started this game and now he wanted her to do all of the work. Well that was just fine. If he wanted seduction, he would get seduction. She intended to leave him gasping for breath. With this thought, she placed several soft teasing kisses along his jaw line and then slowly worked her way back to his lips. When she reached his mouth, she took the tip of her tongue and lightly traced its shape before tentatively thrusting to demand entry. She grew frustrated when his mouth remained resolutely sealed shut and considered her options. Deciding on the simplest course, she nipped sharply at his bottom lip with her teeth and then boldly invaded when his mouth parted in a gasp of pain. James' pretense of disinterest dissipated and he quickly met each eager thrust of hers with one of his own. The kiss escalated into a fight for control but James had an unfair advantage and he decided to use it. Slipping one hand behind her head, he held it still while he continued to ravage her mouth. Meanwhile his other hand found a lace covered breast and began caressing it. When his fingers fastened on one nipple and began gently rolling and drawing it into a taut peak, Katherine moaned and ceded the battle.

James continued to lavish attention on her now aching breasts and Katherine began to squirm in an attempt to get closer to him. As the sun rose higher and began to flood the room, James knew an overwhelming need to view Kat properly, without clothing, and in full light. With this thought in mind, he began to lower the strap of her gown only to find himself unable to do so. With her arms tied above her head, it was impossible for him to either lower the straps or draw the gown up and over her head. He gave a frustrated snort which produced a giggle from Katherine.

"It would seem, Commodore, as if you have run into logistical difficulties, something akin to the water being too shallow on the draft," she teased him.

James stared down into her face and pondered the dilemma for a moment. He softly warned her, "You would do well to remember that you are in an extremely vulnerable position and it would be wise to refrain from challenging me." With that statement, he grabbed the neckline of the gown and swiftly ripped it in half. Katherine gasped in shock and then felt a shudder of pure lust run through her body. James' eyes boldly roamed over her now naked form and she could swear that she actually felt the heat of his gaze. In a harsh voice he rhetorically asked, "Now where was I?" and then returned to caressing her chest. Only this time he used his mouth and tongue as well as his fingers.

Katherine could feel an ache growing in her loins and the moisture beginning to pool between her thighs. Wanting to have him touch her there, she unconsciously began lifting her hips up in mute appeal. James noticed her movements and realized that soon he would bring her to the brink. He smiled a dangerous smile as it dawned on him how very easily he could bring out the wanton in his wife. The next time that she was being stubborn he would have to remember that he had this particular weapon of persuasion at his disposal. He pulled back and again let his gaze rove over her.

Acutely missing his touch and noticing his smug expression Katherine demanded, "What? Why have you stopped?"

Clucking his tongue at her he chided, "You really do appear to have difficulty understanding exactly who is in charge here. Perhaps you need more of a demonstration."

Katherine felt a trickle of fear run down her spine. Not a true fear for her safety for she knew now that he would never hurt her physically or emotionally. It was a more delicious sort of fear. A fear prompted by the certainty that she was about to be paid back in full for the merry chase that she had begun on their wedding day. Doing her best to seem meek and undemanding she asked, "What would please you, Commodore?"

James' mouth quirked in amusement at this new tactic of hers. Once again Katherine had demonstrated her talent for being able to able to regroup and try new tactics when necessary. That talent combined with her sailing skills would make her a damn fine naval officer if she were a man. He gave a soft laugh of gratitude that she was not a man but rather a very warm and very willing woman. He ordered, "Turn over onto your stomach," and watched as she complied without a word of protest. Wryly he wondered how long this particular strategy of hers would last.

Katherine felt a wonderful lassitude creep over her as James began to slowly work his fingers and lips over her entire backside from the top of her neck to the tips of her toes. He left no patch of skin untouched. As he touched each spot it felt as if he were marking it and laying claim to it. Again Katherine felt the tension begin to build in her and she let out a soft sigh when his fingers finally insinuated their way between her thighs into the damp patch of curls. When he slowly inserted a finger into her and then another, she could not prevent low moans from escaping her lips. It would only take a few more touches before she fell completely over the edge into that delirious pit of pleasure. Suddenly his hand withdrew and she felt the jostle of the bed as he stood up. She wanted to protest but knew that doing so would not help her cause so she remained silent.

James looked down at his wife and let out a satisfied chuckle, "I see that you begin to understand the rules of this game." Katherine nodded her assent. "Good. Now I find that I am very thirsty and would like some wine. I shall be right back."

As Katherine silently lay there awaiting his return, she plotted her revenge. There would come a day when she had him at her mercy and then heaven help him for tormenting her in such a fashion. Still she had to admit, even if only to herself, that this game was immensely more enjoyable than she ever could have predicted. She heard him enter the room and place a glass on the nightstand.

"Turn back over."

Katherine complied and then started to sit up.

"No. Do not sit up. If you want some wine, I shall assist you." James lifted the back of her head and then took the glass and held it to her lips so that she could take a long draught.

Ironically, it was this simple gesture that truly brought home to Katherine that she was tied to a bed and completely naked while James was still fully clothed. She supposed that she should feel a sense of modesty or shame but she did not. Instead, she felt another wave of desire wash over her. James helped her to take a few more sips and then placed the glass back down.

This time when he began to caress her she could not help but be aware of the feel of the wool of his uniform as it brushed her over-sensitized skin. The sensation added yet another dimension to the experience. As her passion began to climb again, she wondered how many more times he was going to bring her to the edge only to deny her the ultimate pleasure.

As if reading her mind James disingenuously asked, "I cannot recall, how many nights did you lock your door against me?"

All pretense at being a submissive captive flew out the window and she declared, "You would not dare, James Norrington! I swear if you continue to torment me so, I shall repay you tenfold."

With a wicked chuckle he told her, "What a pity, wench, such an outburst just when you were doing so well at pleasing me. However, I am feeling generous and shall give you a chance to redeem yourself. Draw your knees up and part your legs."

Katherine hesitated for such a position would fully expose her most private parts to his scrutiny. Her eyes met his and she could see that he was wondering if she would trust him enough to follow his directive. Suddenly Katherine realized that this game that they were playing was as much if not more about trust as it was about desire. Taking a fortifying breath and closing her eyes, she complied with his command. She felt the bed shift as he more fully settled his weight upon it. The next moment her eyes flew open as she felt his tongue gently swipe at the flesh hidden beneath her curls. At first she wanted to protest this scandalous behavior but had no air to do so and within a matter of seconds protest was the furthest thing from her mind. As James nuzzled between her legs Katherine reflected that not once had any of her more experienced friends mentioned this particular act between a man and a woman. She wondered if they had ever had the luck to experience what she was experiencing. Seconds later all rational thought left her and all she could do was feel the incredible sensations washing over her as she yet again climbed towards the pinnacle of desire. Katherine was aware that she was whimpering loudly and writhing shamelessly beneath his questing tongue but could do nothing to stop herself. When she started bucking up from the bed, James grasped her firmly by the hips and refused her any escape from his ministrations

James could tell that it was a matter of moments before Katherine climaxed. He withdrew intending to divest himself of his clothing and join her in the jump into sweet oblivion. He was momentarily stopped by her sharp cry of, "No! James, you cannot do this. Please?"

Taking pity on her he reassured, "Hush, sweetheart. I am only going to remove my clothing then I promise you that we will finish this."

But Katherine was beyond reason and she harshly demanded, "No! James, I need you inside me. Now!"

Something in her pleas shredded the iron control that James had been keeping on his passions and he quickly unbuttoned his breeches and without any further preliminaries plunged deeply into her. This coupling had none of the gentleness or finesse of the previous evening's union. This coupling was elemental and primitive. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her again and again. Their mouths fused together and he swallowed her scream as she fell over the precipice into the bottomless cavern of sensual pleasure. James fell along with her.

It was several minutes before either could speak or move. Then James untied her hands and lay next to her regaining his strength and idly stroking her breast. He was surprised to see the peak yet again rise and beg for attention. "I do believe, Mrs. Norrington, that you are ready for another go around. You will be the death of me yet," he teased her.

Unable to stop smiling Katherine answered him, "You may be correct, Commodore Norrington, but after all I owe you for four nights of deprivation and I always honor my debts. However, this time I think that we should try playing captured commodore and evil pirate wench. After all, turnabout is fair play.""