Princess Of The Prisoner - Pirate!Jake Kiszka AU
A/N: I’m BACK!! And god, is it good to be. I’ve missed you all so, so much. I thank you all for your patience and endless support. You all mean the world to me <3 I hope you all enjoy this - finally. I love you! (Only lightly edited for the moment).
WARNINGS: Semi-light Violence, bl00d, unconsciousness, fighting, use of weapons.
This is MAJOR 18+ Minors DNI! AT ALL. Bondage, kn!fe play, edging/orgasm denial, light overstimulation, fingering (F), oral (F&M receiving), choking, slapping, degradation, unprotected sex (be smart, be safe!)
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“I am no where near equipped for what you are asking of me.” You speak firmly to your father, fighting the intense urge to stomp your foot against the shiny, glassy floor like that of a child.
“If I didn’t see you fit, I would not send you.” Your father says to you, sounding just as sure of his plan as ever.
As always.
“I will not be used as bait for one of your enemies.” You straighten your back, holding his blazing and frustrated stare. “You’ve lost your sanity, father.”
“I have not asked you, I have told you what you are to do.” He remains stubborn and firm. “I expect him here no later than morning. Don’t disappoint me, dearest. Now, you best be off.”
Your face twists in the purest form of anger as you turn away from your father to leave him be at his throne. You storm across the palace, back to your own room.
“How could he put me in such a dangerous position?” you mutter to yourself, gathering up a new dress to change into for your days journey.
“Sending me off to find some god forsaken ship, to hunt down a man for him,” you continue to ramble to no one other than yourself and the over-decorated walls.
Or, so you think.
“Let me guess-“ The cook of your palace stands in your doorway. You have grown quite close with her, given she is one of the few women around anymore. “-You’re being sent off on a mission, per your father’s orders again?”
“Yes,” you sigh heavily, undoing your corset. “I must be off shortly. I’m essentially being used as bait for the captain of some ship, Jacob Kiszka.”
Her eyes look as though they are going to fall out of her head, “Do you not realize who that is, Princess?”
“I haven’t the first clue who he is, no,” you admit.
All you know is that his ship would be arriving sooner rather than later, and Jacob is after a specific sword of your father’s. You are not sure why the sword is so significant, all you know is that Jacob is indeed after it.
“I’m sure he’s some gross old man-“
“Far from it, actually. He’s quite young if I remember correctly,” she informs you, laughing lightly at your shocked expression.
“Young?” you scoff in disbelief. “There is no possible way…”
“Oh, but there is. He could only be a few years older than you,” she continues and laughs lightly at you, unintentionally adding to your frustration more. “Not to say that I am at all on board with your father using you, but I understand why he’s asked you. He’s just a young lad.”
“This is just absolutely ridiculous,” you huff. “Sending me off to capture some boy, who could probably still kill me with one hand, regardless of age!” Your arms flail around you in dramatic emphasis. “How do you even know this information about him?”
“He’s actually quite well known,” she answers, eyes falling to the floor. “But… how I know him personally is not relevant.”
A heavy silence falls over the two of you for a moment.
“I know very well that your father has taught you to be an incredible fighter,” she speaks up, softly breaking the silence. “…Perhaps if you’re truly so worried, you should take another man with you. Daniel, maybe?”
You think on her suggestion for a moment, ultimately deciding it isn’t a bad idea after all.
“Will you please retrieve him for me?”
“Of course, Princess.” She nods to you politely. “I should not distract you any further. Good luck to you, dear.. I shall send for Daniel for you at once.”
“Thank you,” you mumble under your breath, sending her a rather forced smile.
Gathering the rest of your things, you are going off to find Daniel yourself, but you realize he has finally come to you, by the soft knock at your door.
“Princess,” he greets with a charming nod of his head and a smile that can undoubtedly melt the coldest souls. “It was brought to me that you are in need of my assistance.”
“Yes,” you start, casting him your undivided attention, just as he is giving to you. “My father wants me to capture this Captain…Jacob Kiszka. He is after something of his and Father wants him taken care right away.”
“With all respect, Princess, shouldn’t you be demanding he send someone else to do such a job?” Daniel’s face turns immensely concerned and fearful on your behalf. “Jacob is a very skilled and clever man. You have no business-“
“-I’ve tried to change his mind all I can, but you know how he is,” you speak warily, cutting him off. “But that’s why I’ve asked for you. I would love for you to join me.”
Daniel’s eyes widen and the Adams apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
“Princess, I truly don’t think this is-“
“-I have no other choice, Daniel!” You firmly cut him off once again. “Now… Are you coming, or are you going to stay here as though you are some sort of coward?”
Daniel is far from a coward and you know that without a doubt, but you have to convince him somehow.
“When are we to depart?” He caves, speaking through a sigh of defeat.
“Right now.” You nod curtly, grabbing your belongings and walking right past him.
He mumbles to himself from behind you, taking long strides to keep up alongside you, “What have I gotten myself into…?”
“Just look at it as an adventure, Daniel,” you jest in attempts to lighten the mood.
“And suppose one of us gets hurt? What shall happen then?” Daniel questions rapidly, speeding up to reach the door of the palace before you. “Ah! Do not dare to touch that door.”
“I am about to capture a thief and you are concerned about me opening but a single door?” you chide lightly, cocking an eyebrow as he opens the door for you anyway.
You step out first, waiting patiently for him to follow after you.
“And stop thinking in such worrisome ways,” you add, once he joins at your side. “You are quite frankly putting a thorn in my side.”
Your light teasing brings a small smile to Daniel’s face and he huffs a soft laugh before changing the subject entirely.
“How would you like to travel, princess?”
“On foot,” you tell him, taking off in the direction of the area in which Jacob and his ship are suspected to be coming to.
He looks at you with shock filled eyes, “Alright, you are officially out of all of your senses.”
“It is not that far from here,” you roll your eyes, the pair of you walking farther away from the palace. “They’re going to anchor at the closest point they can, but far enough away as to not be perceived from the palace.”
“And how can you be so sure?” He’s full of never ending questions.
“Enough questions, Daniel, seriously,” you sigh in slight annoyance. “It would be in your best interest to simply trust me.”
The two of you walk in silence for quite some time, taking in the nature around you and putting mental marks on things that you walked by, as to not leave any chance of getting lost on your journey back.
“How much farther are we going, Princess?” Daniel breaks down and asks yet another question.
You open your mouth to answer him, but the sounds of various voices shouting about, swiftly interrupt you.
“Stop.” You place your hand out to stop Daniel in his tracks beside to you. “Voices. I hear voices. Do you hear them, Daniel?”
He looks around, listening intently and after a moment or two, the same shouting fills his ears as well.
“I hear them.” Daniel nods, confirming that you are not losing your sanity.
Quickly, you put your plan of attack into motion.
“Daniel, whatever you do, do not leave my side.” You tell him, giving a curt nod as you made your way towards the tree line that followed the edge of the river bank.
The closer you get, the louder the voices become and the more your nerves threaten to overtake you.
You and Danny make your way through the trees, stopping just out of view of the surprisingly nice ship haphazardly docked just before the shoreline.
A beautiful, fit and young man treads his way through the shallow water and up on to the sand, looking far more put together than the rest of the crew surrounding him.
“That must be him…” you point towards him, Daniel’s eyes following your index finger. He nods, confirming your guess.
“Princess, please, let me take care of this?” Daniel pleads quietly. “There are far too many of them to take on alone.”
“Nonsense. I shall do what I was sent to do,” you insist. “We must figure out how to capture him without the rest witnessing. They will surely come looking, if they see us leave with him.”
“Not to mention that we walked here,” Daniel reminds you. “I suppose that means I will be carrying him back, surely?”
“You have always been incredibly smart,” you tease and answer his question all at once.
“Now, then! Now, then!”
Soft gasps are shared between you and Daniel, as who you presume was Jacob, starts to loudly gather in his crew.
“Now that I have the undivided attention of all of you dandy crewmen, I shall be off in attempts to get in to the King’s palace at once!” he begins to explain, voice somehow much louder and firmer than you expected it to be. “I hate to break one’s heart, but all of you are to return to the ship and remain there until I return! I cannot risk my plans being tampered with. Am I clear to all of you?!”
They all express their understanding in almost perfect unison.
“That will be all, then! Please, return to the ship right away!”
Like well trained animals, everyone files back to the ship as Jake stands around to watch on, ensuring not one person is staying behind.
He is so breathtaking… It almost drowns out the hatred that you already hold for him.
You shake your intrusive thoughts of the captain away, putting on your brave face to continue on with a new plan.
“Come, Daniel!” you yell in a whisper, creeping your way back out of the trees.
“Come on!”
Once you both make it out, he begins his frantic questioning once more, “What ever are we doing now, princess?!”
“Hush,” you silence him. “We must go back towards the palace. I believe it best that we ambush him there.”
He simply shakes his head in understanding, glancing over his shoulder quickly to be sure no one has spotted either of you and is following.
You stop at the bushes near the entrance of the palace, breathing heavily and shaking your head in exasperation as the two of you duck down out of sight.
Daniel lets out a frustrated and tired huff. “We are back where we started, princess. I’m starting to question your oh-so elaborate planning.”
“You are being such a sore thumb today. I beg of you to just do as I say.” You send him a pleading look.
Silence fills the air around the two of you for a while, until the cracking of rocks beneath boots captures Daniel’s attention.
“Princess,” he nudges at your shoulder. “The Captain is upon us.”
You peak through the flowers and leaves, eyeing him as he makes his way carefully up the path.
You catch yourself gawking at him again; the way he walks, his long tresses and the beautiful dagger hanging from a strap across his chest.
“Your majesty, please,” Daniel begs, knocking you from your trance. “Please, tell me what you want me to do.”
“I… I want you to wait until he walks by us. If we stay here, he won’t see us right away. Once he passes, we will attack from behind. I need him unconscious,” you explain quickly. “Once he is unconscious, I will tie his hands and you shall help me carry him to the cells.”
Just as you finish and Daniel gives you his quick, verbal understanding, Jake passes through the gates and bushes, slowing his pace and ducking every so often to avoid possibly being seen.
“I will tell you when,” you whisper into Daniel’s ear and he nods once.
The captain walks a few more feet up the pathway, ducking down behind a rose bush and unsheathing his dagger from its case.
Daniel copies him, pulling his own dagger from its casing.
“Now,” you mutter with unbridled urgency.
Daniel has Jake plummeting to the ground within seconds. You watch on for only a moment, before fear takes over and you feel the need to join him.
Groans and curses are being hurled between them, swings and bone crushing punches being thrown along with their noises of pain.
Jake holds his dagger backwards, swinging the handle towards the side of Daniel’s head.
“NO!”
You bolt towards them, taking Jake to the ground upon your collision - sparing Daniel of the bone-crushing blow that was mere seconds away from colliding with the temple of his head.
Daniel recovers rather quickly, throwing you off of Jake and taking your place on top of him.
One strong and well-timed swing from Danial is all it takes and the Captain falls limp against the ground as he goes unconscious.
Daniel falls away from him, chest heaving and covered in small droplets of blood here and there. His hand clutches over his chest, as he fights to recenter himself.
“Are you alright?” you ask frantically, pulling the rope from around your waist and tying it securely around the Captain’s hands.
“Just perfect, Princess,” Daniel chuckles sarcastically, dusting himself off as he stands to his feet. “Here, allow me.”
“I think not.” You swat his hand away. “Rest for another moment. I will take care of this.”
Once you have the knots tied, you stand up and let Daniel take over again. He scoops him up like a rag doll, throwing him over his shoulder as though the Captain weighs little to nothing.
You bend down and pick up Jake’s dagger, shoving it down into your pocket and following after Daniel as he starts making his way up towards the palace.
“How long do you think he will stay unconscious?” you ask, making your way through the lower levels of the palace.
“Not much longer, I’m afraid.” Daniel answers, stopping at the large cell at the end of the cold, dimly lit hallway.
“Just put him on the bed. I shall take it from here.” You order rather gently, confident that he can’t hurt you from behind the bars of the cell.
“As you wish.”
Daniel drops him down onto the bed and unties him carefully, tossing the rope to the side thoughtlessly as he goes.
Just as he finishes Jake lets out a low groan of discomfort and Daniel quickly makes his was back out of the cell.
You close the door and lock it, watching Jake for a moment to find that he is still mostly out of it, when there isn’t another sound to be heard from him.
“Do you wish for me to inform your father that we have the Captain?”
“No!” You look up to Daniel with panic-filled eyes. “I will tell him myself. He doesn’t know that you accompanied me and I would rather him not.”
“Understandable, Princess,” Daniel says. “I shall keep my doings to myself.”
“I am most grateful for you,” you smile up at him, placing a gentle hand on his bicep. “Thank you.”
Removing your hand from his arm, Daniel brings it up to his lips in a gentle kiss as he bows, “You are most welcome, your majesty.”
He releases your hand, standing upright and beginning his way down the hallway.
Before he gets too far, he turns back to face you with a serious look. “Princess?”
You whip around to face him also, “Yes, Daniel?”
“If anything is to happen and you need my assistance again, you know where I reside.”
Not awaiting an answer - knowing you understand without having to say so out loud - he disappears through the large door. The loud sounds of it closing sends an eerie echo around the concrete walls and floor.
You slowly turn back towards the cell, watching and listening to Jake intently for any signs of movement or noise.
“Bloody hell,” Jake’s voice rumbles in a low groan, his arms struggling to push his weight away from the bed he is sprawled across.
He finally gets himself upright, looking around in a pure panic at his surroundings.
Stumbling up to his feet, he spins around and freezes in place when his eyes land upon you.
“Oh, well is this not just lovely?” you speak rather tauntingly. “The captain is finally awake.”
“And you are?” Jake saunters up to the door, rough hands wrapping around the cold bars.
“Princess of The Garden, at- well… I am not at your service,” you stumble over your formalities, forgetting that you owe him not a single one. “Not much of a kingdom we have around here, more so a small, royal family on secluded land.”
“I am very well aware of practically all of that.” Jake bites matter-of-factly, full of anger.
There are a few moments of intense silence, the loud and unsteady breathing from Jake being the only constant sound.
“Would you be so kind as to remind me how I managed to get here?” Jake questions bitterly, clearly trying to contain his rage.
“Me,” you smile at him with hardly contained pride. “Well, me and another accomplice.”
“Quite weak of you to have to bring a companion along just to capture me.” Jake smirks, his face noticeably contorting in discomfort as he assesses with his fingertips, the bruises that Daniel had left on his jaw. “Someone ought to teach you how to fight.”
“You know nothing about my fighting skills,” you say dryly, sending him a death glare through the bars of the cell. “I would be a fool to travel alone, regardless of how well I fight.”
“You seem to be a bit of a fool anyway,” Jake chuckles, glancing up at you with bold eyes.
If you could smack him across his careless mouth, you absolutely would.
“Letting your father send you into such danger…” Jake shakes his head, giving you a judgmental once-over. He turns and walks towards the hard bed in the corner. “You aren’t cut out for such violence.”
“I wish you would stop speaking as if you know me.” Your arms cross over your chest. It isn’t a very good response, but it is as good of one as you can seem to gather. “You know absolutely nothing about me.”
Jake ignores the comment entirely.
“If I may ask, why are you still lingering, princess?”
The name falling of his tongue is like a drug. The most addictive drug one could find. Somehow he makes the most flattering and important name, sound so degrading.
You stand frozen in place for a few moments too long, struggling to find a genuine reason for staying around - of which you do not have.
He hums to himself, head tilting back slightly, “Just as I thought. You haven’t any good reason.”
You open your mouth to attempt some sort of protest.
“If I may, your majesty,” Jake stands to his feet and saunters back to the door. “You are quite the gem. So exquisite and beautiful…” he trails off for a moment, a sly grin spreading over his lips as he looks over you. “Too bad you are too feisty and disobedient for my liking.”
Your whole body begins to boil with various emotions; you’re flustered, angry and immensely intrigued by him. He is setting you ablaze in a foul, but irresistible way.
“And… you are much too disrespectful for my taste,” you seethe, faltering for a moment so short, you hope it goes unnoticed. “Speaking to royalty in such a despicable manner…”
“And yet, the royalty herself, seems to be enjoying it.” Jake grins wickedly.
You can’t tell if it’s your body’s attempt to be intimidating, or seeking closer proximity to Jake. Regardless, without really thinking, you step forward, “What makes you believe for a second that I am enjoying any part of this?”
“Many reasons, Princess…” Jake starts, speaking low and hushed. “You’ve taken at the very least five steps closer to this door. You could have left the second your… ‘accomplice’ dropped me in here.”
“You are terribly-“
“-Quiet, Princess. I don’t take well to being interrupted.” Jake cuts you off abruptly, holding up a single finger that you can not seem to tear your eyes away from. “I would almost say you enjoy being spoken to this way, don’t you? Everyone gets tiresome with constantly hearing praises… And I’m sure praise is all you know, is it not?”
“Perhaps.” The word leaves your mouth bitter and clipped. He is very much right - you both know that very well.
“Mhm, as I thought.” Jake grips the bars of the door above his head, leaning forward as far as he can go. “You know… I could show you so much more. Make you feel so much more.”
“And what could you possibly be hinting at with such words, Captain?” you question, attempting to throw his title back at him the same he had yours. Only to sound much more breathy than you intend.
“If only I had the keys to open this-“ He gestures to the large door, the only thing keeping the two of you separated. “-I could show you much better than I could ever tell you, your majesty.”
“Never in a million years would I consider letting you out,” you scoff, shoving the key that is now damp from your sweating hands, back into your pocket.
“Who said anything about letting me go?” Jake asks you. “Just join me. You have the key to leave whenever you so please.”
“And… if I do choose to join you…?” You narrow your eyes, taking in his blown out pupils and all the little details surrounding them.
“Then I shall do just as I have said and show you things you will never forget.” Jake promises lowly, leaning in closer. “Things you will never want to forget,” he adds.
Your faces are as close as they can possibly be, you can feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks to you.
Without once looking away from him, you hastily retrieve the key from your pocket and unlock the door.
Jake steps back, allowing you the proper space to slide the door open just enough to squeeze your body through and get into the cell with him.
You turn around and close the door, closing your eyes for a split second in attempts to slow your pounding heart and process what you have just done.
As you turn around to finally face Jake, he immediately outstretches his hand towards you and bows before you ever-so-slightly.
Hesitantly, you place your shaking, sweating hand in his and he brings it up to his lips, “‘Tis quite the pleasure, Princess.”
Jake places the first kiss to the top of your hand, holding your stunned gaze. He shifts his hold up to your wrist, his lips following and placing another kiss higher up.
He continues the same actions, kissing all the way up your arm, until his hand reaches your shoulder and his face is inches from yours.
Slowly, he backs you up until you can feel the uncomfortable firmness of metal bars against your back.
“You are truly quite the brave one for joining me.” Jake whispers against your ear. “Just to make things sort of even, I fully plan to tease you until you’re begging and pleading for my mercy.”
“And what leads you to believe I would ever beg someone like you?” You tilt your head back defiantly.
Jake only smirks In amusement, “Is that a challenge?”
“If you can make me beg, I will let you go and tell my father you didn’t dock where he expected,” you bet with him rather smugly… and stupidly.
“My, my. The princess is going to beg me like a whore and lie to her father?” Jake tsks with a faux disappointed shake of his head. “It seems I have corrupted the sweet, royal, princess already. And suppose your accomplice -as you called him- goes back and tells him…? What lie should be grand enough to cover us then?”
His nose is practically brushing against your own, a tension so unbearable further blooming between the two of you.
“T-That is not his place. My father didn’t know that I took him, nor will he. I asked Daniel not to speak of his hand in helping me, or even that we have you,” you inform him truthfully. “It was my duty to capture you and bring you here, not his. I shall be the one to tell my father what it is he must know.”
“Well, then, I suppose I can have my way with you.” Jake purrs, teasing his lips over yours. “Is that what you want, your majesty?”
“So many words and promises, but you’ve yet to show me a thing.” You just barely chase after his lips.
Grabbing each side of your face with both of his large and calloused hands, Jake connects his lips with yours roughly.
It takes you a moment to catch up to his pace, especially with losing every bit of air from your lungs within the very second his lips met yours. Your tongues move against each other, fighting for dominance as whimpers flutter from you and into his warm mouth.
He pulls away, breathless and practically hissing out his next words, “Sweet, sweet princess. You do not know a bit of what you have in store for yourself. Stay right there.”
Jake steps back from you with a finger pointed to the floor where you stand, bending down to pick up a lengthy piece of rope that you and Daniel had him tied up with not so long ago.
“Do you trust me?” There’s a twinkle in his eyes, amusement behind them as he asks you the ridiculous question.
You stare down at the rope outstretched before you - shocked, but you remain shamefully aroused by it all the same.
“Trust- trust you? You are nothing but a complete stranger,” your voice wavers.
“Nonsense. We have spent at least few hours in one another’s presence, now, haven’t we?” His crooked smile sends waves of heat to your core. “Stranger? yes, in some sense. But I’m not a complete stranger anymore.”
You drop your eyes from his, back down to the rope in his hands. Jake pushes it out a little closer to you, eyes deeply studying your cautious but curious face.
Slowly, you lift your hands up and lay your wrists over top of his hands, looking up at him in question as if to say, ‘is this right?’
Jake holds your burning stare and starts to wrap the rope around your wrists, binding them together tightly, but still comfortably somehow.
“Outstanding,” Jake hums, walking off to a corner where another small piece of rope has been discarded.
“Just one last thing,”
Jake makes his way back over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and pushing you back a few steps until your back collides with the cold metal bars.
His hand travels from your shoulder, down your arm, until it reaches the rope around your wrists. Grabbing it, he watches your breath quicken as he lifts your arms up and over your head, securing them to the bars with a second piece of rope.
“Mm-“ you clear your throat nervously. “-And how do you presume you will be able to remove my dress in such a position?”
“Lovely of you to inquire,” Jake smiles wildly, pressing his body against yours and leaning in closer to your ear. “I just so happened to see this-“ his hand travels the corseted curve of your side, dipping into your pocket. “-the handle of my dagger shining, while you were standing outside the cell. Not only are you a princess, but a little thief.”
“Well- I...” you stutter weakly, feeling mindless for forgetting to leave it with Daniel.
“You what?” Jake presses, biting at the shell of your ear.
Your only response is your labored breathing, unable to form an intelligible response.
He unsheathes his beautiful dagger from your pocket, resting it over your chest.
“You think too little of my schemes, princess.” He places a kiss over your nose. “I already planned to take my dagger back to use just for this moment. Why take your clothes off with my tired hands, when I could cut them off?”
“Jake,” his name rushes out of your lungs in a heavy sigh.
He grabs you by the waist, turning you around to face the bars and skillfully cut the strings of your corset.
Turning you back around to face him, he pulls it off of your body with ease and continues on with cutting away at your other garments.
Each piece is slowly pulled from you, neatly cut and haphazardly tossed to the side by Jake’s calloused hands.
As he yanks the last piece away, you are then completely naked before him - eyes never lifting to meet his burning gaze upon you.
“Breathtaking, your majesty,” Jake all but whispers, seemingly a little lost in the site that he is beholding.
You draw in a deep breath, exhaling it even slower than the slowness at which you had taken it in, “I’m sure I look far more suitable than anyone you have ever laid with.”
Upon your overweening remark, your eyes finally meet with his and you swear you see fire flash within them.
“How witty of you, princess,” Jake snaps sarcastically, pressing his body into yours. “Haughty of you to assume you are not the one that I would graciously turn away.”
It stings, but somehow you know he doesn’t mean it. Part of you hoped he didn’t, at least.
“Your mouth is foul and full of disrespect,” you snap quietly; silently wishing your hands were free, so that you can act on the resurfacing urge to smack him.
Jake stays silent, bringing the handle of his dagger down against your stomach and slowly dragging it down. The golden handle makes goosebumps form across your skin, your hips writhing about ever so slightly in anticipation.
Just when the end of his handle is close to your heat, he jerks it away entirely.
Instead, he dips his own finger down farther to feel the wetness pooling between your legs himself.
Jake glances up at you with wild eyes, flashing you a wicked smile. “The princess, so proper and poised and innocent… soaked as though she’s dipped into the river.”
Adjusting his careful hold around the blade, Jake lays the handle right where it had stopped before he pulled it away. He continues its slow descent down to your clit, where it halts to rub in the slowest, softest circles.
“Oh, Jake,” you gasp, pushing your hips harder against it.
“Oh, that’s just lovely,” Jake smirks, leaning in to place kisses over your exposed chest. “My name sounds beautiful coming from that pretty little mouth.”
He uses his own hips to hold yours in place, so he that can move the handle of the dagger at whatever pressure or speed he so desires.
“Let me hear it again, princess… ‘Jake,’” he repeats his own name to you, as though you don’t know it.
“Jake,” he repeats again.
Trying to hold onto your defiance and composure, you harshly bite at the inside of your mouth to keep from doing as he asked.
“This won’t do at all, your majesty,” Jake clicks his tongue, moving the handle in faster circles, while his other wraps around your throat. “Did I not say I want to hear you again? Come now, let me hear what pretty noises you can make. I’m sure you’re fantastic at it, little whore.”
He presses the handle harder into your bundle of nerves, drawing firmer circles against you. It’s untamable; the noise that erupts from your lungs, echoing through the cold cell and likely even through the long hallway.
“So beautiful. Keep going…” Jake encourages, tilting his head back as he watches on to your pleasure.
Jake leans forward, his free hand securing itself around your jaw to tilt your head to the side. His lips meet with your neck, biting roughly at the tender skin and soothing the sting with the softness of his tongue.
A soft laugh floats out of him each time you whine or struggle against him and the rough ropes that secure you in place.
“Jake,” you whimper through a labored exhale. The feeling of sweet release is already beginning to bloom in the pit of your stomach.
“Is the princess getting close?” Jake questions with a sly cadence. “Already, your majesty?”
You choose not to answer him, in light of climbing to the peak of your orgasm without chance of interruption.
Alas, Jake is the least bit stupid.
“Are you trying to fool me, princess?” Jake asks lowly, slowing the circles that the handle of his dagger are making.
The urge to relent and beg him is already far greater than you anticipated, but you are determined to stand your ground.
“Not trying to fool you, only avoiding the act of begging a thief,” you speak breathlessly.
“That’s a shame,” Jake grins, trailing his hand down your body to your arousal. A single finger plays at your entrance, “I would let you cum if you were not so hell bent on being a stubborn little brat.”
Just to antagonize you further, he sinks his finger inside you, purposefully curling it upwards just shy of the sweet spot within you.
“Mm…”
A tight lipped whimper tumbles out of you, your body arching into his touch ever-so-slightly.
“Oh? Do you like that, princess?” Jake taunts, looking down the bridge of his nose as he watches you. “You love having attention on your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”
“I…” You aren’t really sure what you had planned to say, or even what you want to say. All thoughts are either jumbled, or lost entirely.
“You what?” Jake pries, sliding the handle of the dagger through your folds to collect more of your wetness.
The second the handle returns to your throbbing bundle of nerves, something snaps inside of you.
“Jake,” you whine, tugging at your restraints despite the incessant burn of the rope. “Jake, please!”
“There it is.” Jake’s smile is pleased and cocky.
Feeling ever so gracious, he pushes in a second finger and deepens their rhythmic thrusts.
Jake presses his lips to the corner of your open mouth, “Tell me how good it feels, princess. Tell me.”
“I-it feels s-so good. Feels so good,” you stutter, tempted to turn your head and capture his lips in a kiss, all on your own accord. “Please!”
“Please?” He parrots mockingly. “Please what, your majesty?”
The feelings of your impending climax finally starts to build once again. This time, you are not going to give it up.
“Please let me cum!” You nearly sob, rushing every single word from your mouth. “Please, captain, I’ll do whatever you want… J-just please let me cum.”
“Give it to me, then,” Jake demands. “Right now.”
The band of pleasure breaks within you, sending you into an earth-shattering spiral of bliss that you could not have ever prepared yourself for.
Your knees buckle beneath you, leaving the ropes binding your wrists to be the only thing holding you up. The sting of the rope not even registering, as cuts and burns surely form around your wrists.
“What a good girl you are for me, princess,” Jake praises you, removing his fingers from you first to wrap his arm around your body, holding you up.
“J-Jake,” you choke out, squirming in his hold against the overstimulation that he was beginning to cause you. “I- It-s-“
“Shhh,” he silences you, a little reluctantly pulling his dagger away from your core. “I know, princess.”
Studying your face, he takes in your half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. The slightest bit of pity took over him.
Jake tucks the dampened handle of his dagger beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Will you be a good girl if I untie you? Hm?”
“Y-yes, sir- I mean, Captain,” you answer him, correcting yourself once more just for good measure. “Yes, Captain.”
Flipping the weapon around, he drags the tip of the dagger down your throat with only enough pressure to make it resemble a feather, making your breath hitch in your chest. Fear starts to rise back up inside you, along with adrenaline. The combination is intoxicating in a dangerous way.
“Will you truly?” Jake cocks a single eyebrow at you.
The sharp tip moves across your chest and down your stomach, goosebumps forming as you shudder.
“Yes! Yes,” you promise, breathing uneven and more labored than it has been so far.
The tip dips into your belly button, eliciting some sort of choked whimper from your throat.
Jake smirks at that, “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He begins to trail it back up your body, the same way it had descended down.
You’re struck silent, unable to manage a single word.
Finally reaching your bindings, with two flicks of the dagger, the ropes fall from your wrists.
Your body immediately collapses forward into Jake’s. He tosses his dagger to the floor with a high-pitched clink, just in time to catch you.
“Falling at my feet so soon, princess?” Jake snickers, hauling you back up and guiding you to the bed.
“You forget yourself,” you scoff, clearly displaying your distaste for the thought of being at his feet. “One place you will never find me is at your feet.”
“No, your majesty-“ Jake tangles a hand in your hair, yanking your head back. “-You have forgotten yourself.”
Letting go of your hair, he hastily works to undo the buttons adorning his vest, pulling it away to be discarded onto the dirty floor of the cell - his shirt following directly after.
“What happened to being my good girl?” Jake inquires, stepping closer to you, his face mere inches from yours.
Your response is quick and confident, “Being your good girl is only applicable if you’re pleasing me, Captain.”
“Oh, is it, now?” Jake places his hand over your sternum, sliding it up until it splays around your throat and tightens there. “Is that not what I just did? Please you?” You struggle to draw in air as his grip stays unrelenting, his hold never once wavering as you slowly sink to your knees. “And you’re so needy and desperate that it still wasn’t good enough for you?”
He leans down to be eye level with you as he fires questions at your flushed face, “You’ll take what I feel so inclined to give you, your majesty.”
Jake releases his grip, standing straight up as he watches down on you, gasping to refill your burning lungs with air.
While you work on regaining some form of control over your own body and mind, Jake begins removing the rest of his clothes.
You look up, watching him attentively through your lashes. The perfections of his body are not lost on you.
“Perhaps we should try this again,”
Jake suggests, taking himself in his hand. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. His free hand cups your cheek, “Are you going to be my good girl?”
All you can muster is a nod, unsure that your voice can even function to its fullest abilities.
His thumb, gentle and featherlight in touch, traces over your bottom lip before sinking into your mouth, “Prove it to me, then.”
Your hands are reaching up to wrap around him, before your brain can even fully process the movement.
A kiss far too innocent for the actions you wre about to take part in, is placed over his tip. You hear the shaky breath Jake draws in, encouraging you to repeat the same little kiss once more.
You drop one of your hands down to your lap, sliding your hand down to his base. Sinking your mouth down over the rest of him, you can tell that his whole body shuddered from the pleasure you’re providing him.
“That’s it, princess,” he encourages you, his hand coming up to tangle into your hair.
The twitch of his fingers against your scalp, serves to enlighten you on his urge to push you further. Taking a deep breath, you take him as far as you can go, breathing through the urge to gag around him.
“Fuck,” he curses, hips jerking on their own volition. “Your mouth is too good for me, angel, but you look absolutely lovely taking me like a little whore.”
A whimper sounds from your throat, sending the slightest bit of vibration through him. You start to find a steady rhythm, his hand still resting in your hair.
Every so often, his grip will tighten when you do something he particularly likes. Within a minute or so, he is throbbing inside of your mouth.
“Fuck, alright- enough.” He pulls you away abruptly, breathing significantly more labored.
He takes a moment to gather himself, staring up at the ceiling, as if fighting to hold onto his composure.
“Stand up,” he demands, releasing his grip on your soft tresses.
You scramble up to your feet, dizziness plaguing you for a brief moment.
Jake takes no more than a single step closer to you, eyes scanning over the expanse of your naked body that is displayed before him. He reaches up, dragging the back of his knuckles along your temple, letting the gentle touch travel its way down your face, your neck and to your breasts.
The tip of his finger grazes over your nipple, causing your eyes to flutter closed as your breathing increases.
“Oh, the ways I could ruin this flawless body…” Jake trails off, dragging the tip of his finger down your stomach slowly. “So perfect and not a single blemish or mark in sight. A true beauty, you are, aren’t you?”
With every word that so gracefully purrs its way out of his mouth, he backs you closer to the bed.
“M… mark me.” The words fly out of you before you can stop them.
In one quick movement that you are far too dazed to notice, you’re laying beneath him. His cock rests against the inner part of your thigh, hard and still throbbing softly every few seconds.
“Mark you?” he repeats your words back to you in question. “How could I, your majesty?”
There is a playful cadence to his tone, very clearly telling you that he will gladly oblige to the idea.
Jake quirks a single eyebrow at you, “And how do you suppose I do so?”
Given the fact that you hadn’t meant to say it, you haven’t thought that far ahead. Visuals of the silver blade of his dagger lightly grazing your skin, replay in your mind. Along with the imagines of bite marks and bruises that you will surely have to find the means of covering.
“Speak up,” he grumbles, lips ghosting over the center of your throat.
You quickly come to the conclusion that you will allow him to do whatever he pleases, as undeniably insane as it is.
“Do what you wish.”
Jake sits up, bold, widened eyes boring directly into yours.
You stare at each other for a few long moments, before you watch the corner of his mouth twitch and curl up into his increasingly familiar smirk.
“Mmm,” he hums in acknowledgement to your words.
Both of his hands smooth over your hips and up to your breasts, where he cups them and brings his mouth down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.
“Jake,” you whimper, gripping at the firmness of his bare shoulders.
“I refuse to mark you permanently just yet…” Jake says against your skin. His left hand retreats from your chest, palm harshly colliding with your thigh. “Temporarily, of course-“ his palm cracks against you once more, surely leaving a red tint in its wake. “-I suppose, will do for now.”
You inhale and exhale shakily through your mouth; hung open in shock and the slightest hint of pain.
“Take me, please,” you beg him pathetically.
“Take you where, your majesty?” Jake inquires, a teasing inflection to his voice. He knows.
“Right here,” you sigh, pressing your hips up into his. “You know what I want.”
Reaching between your bodies, he glides his fingers in between your folds - still completely soaked.
“Perhaps I do.” He toys around at your entrance, paying your clit the slightest bit of attention afterwards. “There’s a chance that I don’t, though.”
A low, sinister laugh erupts from his chest as he watches you squirm underneath him.
“Tell me, princess,” Jake demands, voice low and raspy. You can feel his cock teasing your entrance, just waiting for you to say the filthy words he wants to hear so badly. “Take. You. Where?”
Pathetic as it may be, a sob tears its way out of your lungs, “Take me right here, please...I want- need you inside of me.”
“She needs it,” he taunts, barely pushing into you. “Sweet little princess just needs to be fucked…turned into a filthy mess.”
“Oh, god- fuck-“ Your nails dig deeper into the skin of Jake’s back.
“Princess is no good for anything but getting ruined by the man she’s supposed to be capturing.” Jake pulls out almost completely, only to drive himself back inside of you roughly.
The moan that rips its way out of your throat is anything but pure and elegant, bouncing around the walls around you and likely beyond.
“Quiet.” Jake places a hand over your mouth, his other holding his body above yours as he starts to sharply thrust into you. “God forbid you get us caught… Get ME caught.”
Jake begins working his way up to a steady, brutal pace. The depths at which you can feel him is sending an almost unbearable pleasure through you. From the center of your body, out to the tips of your fingers and toes; the pleasure completely consumes you.
You can’t help the volume that your moans have taken on.
Jake attempts to silence you by capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, but it proves to be of very, very little help.
He pulls away abruptly, hand wrapping around your throat, “Shut. Your fucking. Mouth, princess. Will you?” He rasps into your ear through gritted teeth. “We can’t possibly have His Majesty hearing how much of a whore you are for a thief.”
Your head lulls back, face contorted in concentration and immense pleasure as Jake continues to fuck into you relentlessly. Mercilessly.
“Good girl,” Jake praises you, starting to lose control of his own breathing.
The hand wrapped around your throat, travels up to your face; a bruising grip forcing you to look at him.
“I want you to cum for me. Quietly,” Jake growls, adjusting himself above you to bring his other hand between your two bodies. His fingers find your swollen clit, “You can do that, yes?”
“Mhm,” you hum your response, afraid that if you are to open your mouth too much, the unholiest of noises are sure to free themselves from your lungs.
“Come on, then,” Jake urges, pinning your body in place on the rather uncomfortable bed with his own. “Let me have it.”
You feel that addicting burn spreading through the pit of your stomach, mere seconds away from taking over your whole body.
As soon as Jake watches your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth fall open into the perfect little ‘o,’ he crashes his lips into yours to ensure that all possible noises are muffled.
Even he groans lowly into your mouth, forcing your to swallow it down as he continues kissing you with mind numbing passion and fervor.
Your lungs start to tingle, your body buzzing and thrashing all at once; riding out an orgasm unlike any you have ever had.
Jake’s orgasm is only seconds after yours. He spills inside you, gasping to refill his lungs with air when he pulls away from you.
“Damn it,” Jake moans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Bliss has overtaken the both of you, leaving you to bask in stunned silence for what felt like an hour.
“I… I must say,” Jake finally speaks up. “You are quite something, your majesty.”
For once, his tone doesn’t have any malicious intent or taunting cadence behind it. It seems genuine.
You gaze up at him, slightly shocked. “Thank you…”
He removes himself from above you, laying to your side closest to the wall, leaving you the space to leave the bed.
Staring up at the ceiling, hands on his chest, he reminds you of his previous promise, “You’re free to go if you please, I shouldn’t keep you here any longer, your majesty…”
You blink a few times, struck speechless by his sudden change. You think over your next decision carefully before speaking.
“I… I think I would like to stay here with you…” You tell him, settling back against the worn blanket.
Jake has turned to look at you, now, “What?”
Moving closer to him, you cuddled into his arm, “I want to stay here with you, Jake.”
<>
You blink a few times, trying to rid your eyes of their sleepiness.
Suddenly, the loud slamming of the cell door startles you nearly senseless. You roll yourself over and sit up, all in almost one swift movement.
“Jacob?!” you yell, anger and fear flooding your entire body as you scramble up to your feet. “What ever do you think you are doing?!”
“No hard feelings, my Darling,” he starts with a faux, pitied smile. “You were absolutely magnificent. I almost brought you along. I’ll let them know to come retrieve you as soon as I step foot back on my ship.”
You mouth falls agape, your chest becoming dangerously tight as it heaves up, then shakily back down.
Jake pulls the key he had stolen from the pocket of your dress out of the lock, taking a few steps backwards before bending down and laying it gingerly on the ground.
He straightens, kicking the key just so. It slides towards the door with a few high pitched clinks, stopping just out of your reach.
Jake smiles brightly, shooting you a sly wink, “If we ever cross paths again, let’s revisit this…escapade, shall we?”
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