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A Dance of Dominance

"Pet, open your legs wide for me," Captain Blackthorn commanded.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice quivering.

"You will address me as master," he replied, leaving no room for defiance.

In one swift motion, he yanked my dress up over my hips, exposing me to the cool air. His hand traced a firm path down my thigh, possessive and rough. Without warning, he forced my legs apart. I gasped, breath catching in my throat as his lips found my clit, sending waves of sensation through me.

My fingernails dug into the satin sheets. I hated him, hated the control he had over me, but my body betrayed me. A moan escaped my lips as his tongue moved with precision, igniting forbidden pleasure I couldn’t suppress.

The room spun, the soft candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider, his touch relentless. Each stroke of his tongue made my body tremble, torn between anger, shame, and a rising, overwhelming need.

I tried to pull away, to resist, but my body refused to obey. My hips bucked involuntarily, pushing closer to him, craving the ecstasy he forced upon me. His fingers tightened on my skin, as though anticipating my struggle, holding me captive.

"Stop," I whispered, barely audible, my voice lost beneath the sound of my ragged breaths.

He didn't stop. My weak protest only seemed to fuel him, his movements becoming more urgent. A broken sound tore from my throat. Half sob, half moan, as the tension built, threatening to tear me apart. The room closed in, my vision blurred, and I teetered on the brink of release. I wanted to hate him, to push him away, but all I could do was surrender.

With a final, shuddering gasp, the tension shattered, and waves of pleasure consumed me. My back arched off the bed, nails raking across the sheets as my body convulsed in release. Breathless, and trembling, I lay there as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in.

He pulled away, his breath hot against my inner thigh as he kissed a trail up my body. I stared at the ceiling, my mind a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions—hatred, humiliation, and the undeniable pleasure he'd forced on me.

"Why do you fight it?" he murmured, dark satisfaction lacing his voice.

"You want this as much as I do."

I turned to him, meeting his gaze with defiance, despite the weakness in my limbs.

"I'll never want you," I spat, even as the aftershocks of my climax still echoed through me.

He chuckled, the sound low and cruel.

"We'll see about that."

Before I could respond, he shoved two fingers inside me, hard and fast. I gasped, my body arching off the bed as a fresh wave of sensation surged through me. His fingers curled inside me, finding that sensitive spot that made me see stars. My hips moved involuntarily, matching his rhythm despite the voice in my head screaming to resist. His other hand gripped my breast, roughly kneading it as his thumb brushed over my nipple. The dual sensations were too much. I was losing control, unraveling beneath his touch.

"You can't deny this," he whispered, his voice a dark, seductive murmur.

"Your body knows what it wants."

I wanted to argue, to deny it, but all that escaped was a strangled moan. His pace quickened, and my body tensed, the pressure inside me reaching its breaking point. With a final, desperate cry, I came, shuddering around his fingers as the climax tore through me.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched me catch my breath, trembling from the intensity of it all. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath warm.

"See?”

“You're mine, pet."

I turned away, unable to meet his gaze, the truth of his words cutting deeper than any physical pain. At that moment, I hated him more than ever, but I couldn't deny the power he had over me. That terrified me most of all.

Without hesitation, he removed his pants and his underwear, revealing his already erect and hard dick. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs, his gaze never leaving mine. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes, a dark hunger that both scared and excited me. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, aligning himself at my entrance. The head of his cock pressed against me, and I could feel the heat and hardness, a stark contrast to the softness of the sheets beneath me.

"You belong to me," he murmured, his voice low and filled with conviction.

There was no question, no hesitation. He pushed forward, slowly, inexorably, stretching me as he entered. I gasped at the sensation, my body tensing around him, a mixture of pain and pleasure as he filled me. His breath was hot against my neck as he leaned in closer. My hands gripped the sheets tighter, my knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Every nerve in my body was on edge, hyper-aware of the connection between us.

He began to move. Pulling back before thrusting in again with a steady, relentless rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of sensation through me, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through my veins. My body responded despite my resistance, hips lifting to meet his thrusts, a primal dance of need and desire.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. I resisted for a moment before surrendering, opening my mouth to him, our breaths mingling as the kiss deepened. His hands roamed over my body, one squeezing my breast, the other gripping my hip to hold me in place.

The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of our bodies moving together filling the room. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the coil of pleasure tightening once more in my core. I could feel his muscles tensing, the sweat on his skin mingling with mine, the scent of our mingled arousal thick in the air.

His pace quickened, each thrust harder, more urgent, driving us both toward the inevitable climax. The pleasure was overwhelming, building to a crescendo that left me breathless and teetering on the brink. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he found his release. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my body convulsing around him as I came, the pleasure washing over me in wave after wave of ecstasy. His face darkened.

“Pet, clean yourself up," he ordered.

"You’ll sleep in the cage until you learn your place."

"I will not sleep in a cage.”

“I am your wife, not your plaything."

His hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, the force of his slap sending shockwaves of pain rippling through my body. A sharp cry escaped my lips as I staggered backward, the sting of his strike burning like fire against my skin. Before I could even regain my footing, another blow landed, this time with even more force, knocking me off balance.

Gasping for breath, I collapsed to my knees, the room spinning around me as tears welled in my eyes. There was no mercy in his eyes, only a cold, unyielding determination as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me roughly to my feet.

"Get yourself cleaned up," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "You will learn to obey."

With a brutal shove, he propelled me towards the bathroom, his grip on my hair unrelenting. Every step sent jolts of pain shooting through me. Once he left the room I cleaned myself up in the small bathtub. I stepped out of the bathroom to find him lounging on the bed. He stood up immediately.

He grabbed my hair once again, a sharp cry of pain escaped my lips, but I bit down hard on my tongue to stifle it. With a cruel twist, he shoved me into the cage, the metal bars pressing coldly against my skin as I stumbled inside. I winced as he wrapped rough rope around my wrists, binding them tightly together. Each tug sent tendrils of agony shooting up my arms, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.

With a final jerk, he secured the knots, leaving me helpless and trapped. With a rough shove, he forced me down onto the hard mattress, the impact jarring every bone in my body. I gritted my teeth against the pain, refusing to let him see the weakness creeping into my resolve.

"Tomorrow, pet, I will introduce you to the crew," he declared, his voice dripping with authority.

"You will learn your place amongst us."

I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to scream, to lash out against the injustice of it all. Before I could voice my protest, he silenced me with a single command.

"You are to be seen and not heard," he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"If you step out of line, you will be severely punished.”

“Do you understand, pet?"

I swallowed hard.

"I do understand," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

With a roughness that made my breath catch in my throat, he placed his hand under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

"I said, do you understand, pet?" he repeated, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

I nodded frantically, desperate to appease him, to avoid any further punishment.

"Yes, master," I murmured, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

A cruel smile twisted his lips, a twisted reflection of satisfaction.

"Sleep well, pet," he sneered, before slamming the door shut behind him, leaving me alone in the suffocating darkness.

He slammed the door of the cage shut. I heard the sheets rustle as he blew out the candles. I fought against the rough rope as his breathing grew shallow.

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