Bound By Moonlight

I fought against the rough rope binding my wrists, its fibers digging painfully into my skin. Blood trickled down, warm and sticky, a stark reminder of my precarious situation. The room descended into darkness as the last flicker of the candles extinguished, leaving only the faint silvery glow of the moon seeping through the small, barred window.

A heavy silence enveloped me, broken only by the distant drip of water and the occasional creak of the old wooden floor. My pulse throbbed in my ears, sharp pain shooting through my wrists. Panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I forced myself to take deep breaths, focusing on the task at hand.

I strained to listen, trying to gauge his position in the dimness. His breathing was uneven, a telltale sign of his deep sleep. My eyes adjusted slowly to the shadows, and I caught the faint outline of his figure sprawled on the bed. This was my chance.

Ignoring the sharp sting of pain, I twisted my wrists against the ropes. They cut deeper into my flesh, but the slickness of blood provided a small advantage. I twisted and pulled, feeling the rope give slightly. I managed to loosen one loop, granting my wrist a fraction more movement. With renewed determination, I worked quickly, my fingers numb and clumsy yet relentless. Finally, I felt the last knot yield, and my heart raced at the prospect of freedom.

Next, I reached for the long pin hidden in my hair, its cool metal reassuring against my fingertips. My auburn locks cascaded around my shoulders in disarray, catching the moonlight and framing my face in a silvery halo. With a steady breath, I slipped the pin into the lock, its thin form feeling fragile yet powerful in my grip.

The pin slid smoothly into the keyhole as I began to manipulate it with practiced precision. Each twist and turn felt like an eternity, my heart pounding louder than the soft clicks and scrapes of metal against the lock’s mechanism. Sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my face as I held my breath, feeling for the lock’s tumblers.

A faint click echoed in the stillness, and I knew I was close. With one final twist, the lock snapped open, and I flung the cage door wide, its rusty hinges protesting with a loud groan. He bolted upright, groggy confusion swiftly morphing into realization. Fury darkened his eyes, a twisted snarl curling his lips as I sprinted toward the door, my pulse hammering in my ears.

I was nearly there, the cool metal of the doorknob almost within reach, when I felt a brutal tug on my hair. He yanked a fistful of my auburn locks, wrenching me off my feet. A cry of pain escaped my lips as my scalp burned from the force of his grip. I hit the floor hard, the impact jolting my bones and knocking the breath from my lungs. He loomed over me, a mask of rage contorting his features as he tightened his hold.

"You think you can just escape?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

He twisted his hand deeper into my hair, eliciting another cry of pain. Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away, steeling myself for the fight ahead. I needed to get away from him.

“I wonder, pet, where you thought you were going?” he taunted.

“We’re on the open sea.”

He stepped back momentarily, surveying the scene with cold detachment. The room was silent except for the sound of my ragged breaths. He moved closer, his presence looming, his eyes boring into my back. Suddenly, a sharp motion rent the fabric of my dress, the cold air prickling my skin.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“You’re going to be punished, pet,” he replied, an unsettling satisfaction creeping into his tone.

Without warning, the sharp crack of a whip lashed across my back, a searing pain radiating through my flesh. I clenched my teeth to suppress a scream, but a pained gasp escaped instead. My knees buckled slightly, yet I fought to stand tall, refusing to show weakness.

“Do you understand now?” he growled, his voice as frigid and merciless as the whip itself.

I nodded weakly, breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. The pain coursed through my body, but I would not let it break me. Another lash followed the crack echoing ominously through the room. This time, I could not contain the cry that tore from my throat. Tears threatened to spill, but I blinked them away, resolute in my defiance.

“Good,” he said, satisfaction lacing his words.

“Remember this, pet.”

“Disobedience has consequences.”

He pulled my hips tight against him, the rawness of my back pressing against his chest. His grip was firm, and I felt the hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against me. I felt him tug down his pants, the rustle of fabric a foreboding prelude. Without warning, he thrust himself into me, a forceful invasion that ripped a scream from my lips. The pain in my back flared anew, excruciating and all-consuming, each movement sending shockwaves through my already tortured flesh.

His grip tightened, grounding me in the present moment despite the agony. The rawness of my back felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in protest. Beneath the pain, an unexpected current of twisted pleasure coursed through me, leaving me reeling. His breath was hot and ragged in my ear, mingling with my cries.

"You can take it," he growled, voice rough with dominance.

"You're stronger than you think."

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with sweat and the remnants of my earlier defiance. My body trembled, caught between the sharp edges of pain and the insistent pull of his control. Each thrust sent ripples of conflicting sensations through me. I hated the way my body responded to his presence inside me. My brain and heart screamed for him to stop. My lower half begged for him to keep going despite the sharp pain throughout my body.

While the minutes stretched on, something within me shifted. The pain, while still present, began to blur into the background, overshadowed by a deeper, more primal response. My screams turned to moans, my body betraying me as it started to find a rhythm in the chaos. He sensed the change, his movements growing more deliberate, more measured.

"That's it," he murmured.

"Give in to it."

I wanted to pull away from him, to escape the overwhelming intensity of his touch. My body trembled with each forceful thrust, the relentless rhythm driving me to the edge of sanity. He pushed harder and harder, a primal urgency driving him onward, and I could do nothing but surrender to the torrent of sensations crashing over me.

Once again, he shoved my face into the plush pillows, muffling my cries and obscuring my view of the world beyond. The softness offered little solace as I struggled to draw breath, the collar tightening around my neck like a vise, constricting my airways and amplifying the panic that threatened to consume me.

Finally, mercifully, I felt him finish, a shudder rippling through his body as he emptied himself into me. The weight of his presence lifted slightly. I felt the leash and collar fall onto the bed with a soft thud.

"Get yourself cleaned up," his voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding.

I nodded silently, my movements slow and unsteady as I pushed myself up from the bed. Every muscle in my body ached, every nerve ending raw with sensation.

"I will be presenting you to the crew today."

I made my way to the bathroom, each step a struggle against the ache that radiated from my battered back. The pain was relentless, like a fire consuming me from within, and I cried out involuntarily, the sound echoing off the walls of the cabin.

His laughter followed me like a haunting melody. I stumbled forward, my vision blurred with tears, the sting of his amusement cutting deeper than any physical wound.

In the bathroom, I turned on the faucet, the cool water a balm against my scorched skin. With trembling hands, I gingerly began to clean away the remnants of our encounter, each touch sending jolts of pain shooting through me.

I tended to my wounds as best I could. The fabric of the dress he had chosen for the day felt like sandpaper against my raw flesh. I bit back a cry of agony, the effort of keeping my composure almost unbearable.

Before I could finish getting dressed, the door burst open with a force that made me stagger backward. Captain Blackthorn stood in the doorway, his presence looming like a specter of doom. He yanked my wrist with bruising force, his grip leaving angry red marks in its wake.

"Time to go, pet," his voice was a low growl.