The moon was high and the waves splashed. The ship moaned as it welcomes the wind. It neared the docks, the crew started to unload. The captain stood at the center, ordering his men to this and that. The day was exhausting. There had been two pirate ships at sea which they've brought down. Men fighting at sea were more unpleasant to see than at land, all the more tiring. No sleep, all paranoia on who will strike first.
Antonio walked down the boarding plank, the feather on his hat bouncing. It's been two years since he'd stepped on this soil. He considered only coming back because of the Prince's request, a close friend of him. If he didn't, he would be a free man, not seeing the woman who played him near to heartbreak.
He sighed. "Oi, that crate doesn't belong there!"
After they parted (or she parted), he came to the docks and claimed the ship of his deceased father. He came to love the sea, realizing that raiding ships gives a thrill to a man more than any other things. The Prince recognized his skill and gave him the position of a privateer. He wasn’t happy at first but soon the rewards became promising.
He walked to the man, intending to yell at him. But he wasn't a man with an bitter temper.
"Move that from here. I don't want anyone having an accident."
"Forgive my undoing sir. Where do you want to put this?"
Antinio drew closer and opened the crate. He discovered feminine contents inside. Familiar, he thought. He would inspect this later; the invitation said that the ball would be held not later than eight o'clock.
"Put this on my study. Then get back and haul other crates from the ship. I have an appointment when this is done."
Later that evening when he was about to finish dressing, a familiar scent got his attention. His nose trailed the scent, perfume. And found a letter sitting on his bed.
This was where the scent came from. He grimaced, remembering. This wasn't an ordinary letter. She had been here.
He opened the letter and found the familiar writing. He scanned until he was at the bottom. P.S. I'll be expecting you.
His hands were shaking. Not from fear but from disdain. He crumpled the paper and threw it somewhere in the room.
Somehow when he wasn't looking, she slipped inside his study. But it could't be. How did she know where he is?
He remembered her words again; Meet me in the library atvthe ball tonight. It felt funny the first time I realize what I'm feeling towards you after all I've done to you. I guess we'll have to find out.
Antonio walked to the door and with one last look in his room he shut it.
He arrived at the party just in time. He saw Gilbert on the trail to his chica to the gardens, Francis flirting again. He sighed. No love for him tonight.
He headed to the library with his half-filled champagne. He battled a thought whether to back to off, decided against it. Better finish this. The library was lit by a single candle rested on the long table in the middle of the room.He put down his glass at the table and squinted. Maybe this was a bad idea, he thought. It's over between them.
"What a pleasant night for a reunion, no Antonio?"
He didn't answer.
"Oh, yes." She feigned surprise. "We were never together from the start." She chuckled.
He had to get the hell out of here. She was doing it again.
Luckily, the door was just behind him only few steps afar.
She began walking closer...closer, closer to him. He retreated, the door touching his back, the barrier that separates him and the world.
She smiled, enjoying his discomfort.
"I know you still want me." She said.
"No." His voice seemed alien to him. "That was a long time ago."
"Until now. I know you still—"
"Stop." He sidestepped away from her. "Stop this, stop yourself."
"But I can't stop myself."
She reached for him, invading his personal space. Arms on his shoulders, Antonio stiffened. He balled his fist from trying to touch her. He couldn't risk it. If he would allow himself to be in her spell again he'll be a damned man.
"Look at me."
That voice, that purr. Her scent coursed through him and her mounds pressing closer to him. Her hand played at her his hair. She nipped at his ear ever slowly, tantalizing him to respond. She made a sound, a moan. Still, he kept his hands on his sides.
She would kiss him, the one thing he feared most. Just as he expects her to kiss him, she withdraws. She diverted his attention on her hand touching him down...there.
He pulled her hand away. Instead she countered and kissed him. She invaded his mouth, his tongue ablaze whenever she touched his.Her arms were around his shoulders. He can't breathe. Her body keeps on pressuring him, urging him.
"Why are you doing this?" He said.
"The letter, my love. Didn't you read it?"
She untangled herself from him. He finally breathed. He ran for the door.
"You said you felt something..."
Then to his horror, she began reciting his former activities. Even his future ones.
(Name) led him to the table. His back touched the edge. She pushed him down, her body once again pressing on him.
"Don't you see, Antonio? I'm obsessed." She said.
She sealed her words with a promising kiss.
He fought her, pushing of her shoulders. "You mustn't let yourself be a slave to your—obsessiveness."
"Forgive me but I have to do this."
Before he noticed, his wrists were already cuffed behind him. Leisurely, she began ridding him off his clothes. First, his coat then his shirt, leaving his shoulders and chest bare. She was on top of his all the time.
"Stop! I know you're upset when I left you."
Next, the buttons on his pants.
"You think I'm upset?"
She gagged his mouth. "No, that's not right. How can I kiss you when that's on the way?"
She put the cloth on his eyes, blocking his vision. No! This can't be happening, he thought. His breathing became uneven.
"Ooo, are you nervous, love?"
"You don't have to do this (Name)." he said quickly. "I've done wrong to you but I regret it. I'm a changed man. Please just don't do this...walk away and I'll forget everything about this night. Please, I can help you anything you want but this...stop, stop no—no! Not there!"
She stared for a moment.
"You know what? Maybe I'll gag you."
"No, no no—!"
Her hand found his shaft, already hard and standing. He gritted his teeth, trying not to feel her. Her hand began moving up and down, pumping. It is hard to ignore the pleasure she's giving him. Licking, her tongue explored every part of him.
He can't see what was happening but he can feel every bit of it. That is when he felt something wet, he discovered her mouth tasting him. She continued slow, and then fast then slow again. He gritted his teeth, his wrists were aching. He felt himself heating up, his face beat up red.
Every nerve from his body can feel her tongue licking, sucking. He groaned. She took a mouthful of his scepter all the while sounds of pure mix of satisfaction and disdain can be heard from his gag.
Antonio began shaking his head.
"I don't know why you resist. But all will be well in a few moments."
He didn't know when she disrobed all her garments. It was just her riding him roughly. He didn't know how his hands got tied to an armrest from a chair above him. He didn't know this night would end up here in the library.
Outside, the rain began pouring. Thunder boomed caused by the storm. Her wails are veiled from the outside world. She timed each of the cries she made. Her movement increasing from hesitation to frenzy.
A muffled cry came from the gag.
Up and down...
Up and down...
She pumped him like an animal. She held onto his shoulders, ecstasy rising. Grinding, grinding. Antonio heaved behind the cloth.
In and out…
In and out…
A couple of minutes had passed and still she kept coming, feeding her own desire. For him it seems like an eternity. Her torture proved to melt his ego, his manliness.
Agh! That hurts, he thought. He mumbled something inside the gag but she doesn't seem to care. He struggled not to lose himself. She continued harassing him.
This is the night in so many nights that he will come to realize that he hopelessly let himself become a victim of this lady once again. This time, not by her charms.
He almost memorized her wails, what position she'll squirm, what movements she wanted to yelp, what speed it will make her to moan in delight. She pushed and pushed and pushed. Antonio cries are stopped by the gag. Pulling, he tried to let his hands free, no use.
Grabbing his shoulders, she braced herself in thrusting harder. She came in every angle. Her nails were biting his skin. All of her efforts were distributed to keeping himself buried in her. She panted, aggression within her. She reached for him and sealed their lips together. Her kiss turned a switch and he lose it.
He braced his back and pushed up, increasing momentum. She wailed again all the time saying yes. If this is what she wants he’ll give it. Everything be damned. Her pants became nasty moans. Is she hurting? Does he care? She's raping him anyway.
Antonio can feel he’s already at the edge, ready to come. He gave throaty wail; his vocals gave out because of his heaving. She synced it with her cries of pleasure. Finally, she’s done.
A voice from the outside interrupted their aftermath.
"Excuse me, is someone there?"
Getting over him, she adjusted her attire.
She walked to the the door, giggling.
She peeked outside. "Ah, yes. Sorry for the inconvenience. My—ah—partner and I was just practicing our dance moves."
"O...oh! Of course. Oui, I understand."
"Thank you." Perhaps that was the last thing he remembered about this night.
Someone nudged him in the shoulder.
"Tonio, hey." Gilbert’s voice
"Antonio, mon ami."
"He won't budge."
Sorry, guys. He can't open his eyes right now. He wanted sleep.
"I guess I'll have to call Lady (Name) to get him up."
At sound of her name, his bloodshot eyes flew open.
Francis was surprised. "Are you all right? You look…" he eyed his wrist still cuffed to a small table.
"You look filthy." Gilbert said simply.
"Ey, you be nice."
"Don't even think about calling her." He sat up facing them, adjusting himself on the couch.
"So how's last night?"
"I blacked out."
Both men laughed.
"She told me she still love me."
"Well, that's sheiße."
Now that he'd said it, she did tell him. Last night, just before he fell asleep she said to him, "I still love you.”