It had been an exhausting endeavor, and the captain was tired, but when he opened the door to his cabin and saw his little vixen sprawled out on his bed, he smiled. She was quickly becoming an important part of life on the ship. She was quickly becoming very, very important to Wade.
“How are you feeling?” He asked. He began to strip off his blood-covered clothes. They would need to be burned. He wouldn’t wear them again. Typically, Wade didn’t like to kill during raids. He had plenty of men to do that for him.
Besides, if the other pirates would simply hand over their goods, killing wouldn’t be necessary. For some reason, people didn’t like to hand over their gold easily, though. That was something Wade would never understand. All of the trouble could be avoided.
Julianne turned toward him and grunted.
“My ass hurts,” she said finally, watching him pull his pants down. His cock sprang free. He was already hard and ready. Wade had spent the morning fighting. He was ready to fuck now, ready to forget about how he spent his day.
Raids didn’t happen frequently, but Wade had a reputation to protect. He was feared: hated, even. He was lawless. Strong. He was a fierce seadog who never took captives alive.
Except for one, apparently.
**
Wade looked tired.
Julianne guessed that he would want to spend the rest of the day fucking. Instead of thinking about her sore bum or the way he had spanked her before he left, she rose out of bed and went to him. He was completely undressed, and she could see dark bruises beginning to form on his chest. He had fought, probably more than he was used to, she realized.
A pirate’s life wasn’t simply plundering and stealing. Most of a pirate’s life was enjoying the beauty of the sea, of exploring new places. Today was a dark day, though. There was a certain satisfaction that came from stealing, she knew, but there was also risk.
There was also a darkness, a pain.
“You were brave today,” she said thoughtfully, looking at him. She placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him softly, slowly. “But,” she said, smiling. “I think you need a bath."
Julianne walked to the basin and poured clean water into it from the nearby pitcher. She dipped a rag in the water and went back to him. Wade stood still as she gently washed his face, his neck, and his chest. She ran her hands over his abs and down his hips, gently washing away sweat and grime from the day. She was cautious to avoid the bruises, certain those spots would be tender.
She was careful as she washed him.
Though she was here to serve Wade and take care of his needs in bed, she liked to think she was more than that. In their time together, she had begun to view herself as a part of his life. She wasn’t simply someone to warm his bed. She was his companion, as well.
Did he view her that way?
He never said that he did. He was careful to avoid making promises of a future together. Sometimes, though, in the stillness of their time together, she felt he was growing attached to her, just as she was growing attached to him.
“That feels nice,” he murmured. She smiled as she dipped the rag back in the basin, wetting it again before she washed up and down his legs. She walked around him and washed his back, cleaning him with gentle strokes. She knew the water was cool against his skin, but she’d added some oils to make it feel relaxing and to soothe his sore muscles. As he closed his eyes in relaxation, Julianne felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
She turned to place the rag next to the basin so it could try. Wade watched her, eyeing her ass as she swayed her hips softly. She could feel his gaze on her. She sashayed when she walked just because she knew she had his attention. Did he like it? Did he like the way she looked, the way she yearned for him?
After she set the rag down, she came back over and placed her hands on his chest.
“You missed a spot,” he nodded to his cock. She had cleaned all of him but there, carefully avoiding his balls and dick.
“No,” Julianne licked her lips. “I didn’t.”
She slipped to her knees and reached for Wade’s ass, grabbing it and pulling him into her mouth at once. She took as much of his length as she could without gagging, then slipped him in and out of her lips. His cock was hard and throbbing as she sucked him. His hands rested in her hair, squeezing gently. He exerted control while still giving her the freedom to explore him as she liked.
Julianne stopped blowing him hard and began to lick him slowly. She started at his head, carefully swirling her tongue around him. Then she licked up and down his length. She ravished him slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, eliciting a quiet moan from Wade.
Yes, thought Julianne, he was quite happy to see her indeed.
**
When he was close, when he couldn’t take it anymore, Wade reached down and pulled her up, pressing his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard and fast and passionately. He kissed her with the fervor of a man who had just been to war because he had. He had killed a man and seen one killed. He had beaten others and stolen from them. He was not a good man or a kind man, but he felt, when he was in Julianne’s arms, that none of that really mattered.
He felt, when he was in her arms, that she saw him for something deeper than his job description.
She saw him for who he was.
She saw him as the little boy who had once brought his mother flowers.
She saw him as the young man who had showed off to girls at school.
She saw him as the husband whose wife had died.
She saw him as the father who had lost his only children.
She him as the man who was kind to dogs.
Most of all, perhaps best of all, she saw him as the man she wanted. She saw him as something great. She saw him as something wonderful.
When she wrapped her arms around him, Wade felt powerful and adored.
He felt worshipped.
He lifted her up and carried her over to his bed. He laid her down and smiled when she let out a small squeak. Her ass still stung as she lay on her back, waiting to see what he would do next.
“I’ve had a long day, woman,” he said as he pushed her legs apart. “But I’m sure as hell glad to be here with you.”
He plunged into her, glad that she was already wet for him, glad that she obviously wanted him even after he had spanked her. He fucked her hard and long and with endless passion. Then Julianne began to quiver, clenching him tightly as she came.
“Holy dragons, woman,” he moaned as he, too, came inside of her.
He collapsed next to her, draping a heavy arm over her stomach, and smiled.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.
And he meant it.