He tilted his head to eye me as though I were something fascinating. "Tell me what you want, Plaything."

"Y-you." I swallowed. Lips parting as I tried to catch my breath.

"Then take it." He nodded to what I gripped in my hand.

I gave him a fearful look.

He smiled confidently. "You know how. Show me you do."

I leaned up on my knees and scooted them around to the outside of his thighs.

He was still leaned back on his heels. Braced on his palms behind him. Unmoving.

I looked at the hard thing still gripped between us and wondered if it would fit in me in this position.

He lifted a finger and crooked it, beckoning me closer.

I breathed and lowered over him. Staring at his strange gold eyes hypnotically. I felt his hardness parting my lower lips as I eased my hips down.

The pressure was light at first but increased the deeper down I sank onto him.

"Breathe." He gave me a lopsided grin.

I didn't realize I wasn't. I blew out a long one and felt myself descend completely until I was fully impaled on him. Feeling my walls stretch to take him in.

"Feels like your body is trying to pull me deeper." His hand circled around to my lower back to pull me up toward his stomach before letting me slide back. Teaching me the motion.

I gasped at the feeling of him slowly stroking in and out of me.

This time it seemed to soothe the aching and the raw spots didn't hurt so much. My body was starting to shake. And my knees were becoming unsteady.

I braced my hands on his smooth chest as I curved my hips to mimic the rhythm, he'd been teaching me.

He moaned deep in his throat in response.

I took it as encouragement to move somewhat faster. Learning how to sway my hips along him in a way that was making my whole body tighten.

His too. I noticed his belly was flexing and his arms were wound with tension.

"More." He bid.

I rode along his thighs a bit faster, curving my hips in a circle which made him grunt and thrust up into me.

I yelped in surprise but realized it didn't hurt.

He began meeting my motions and soon I was awash with pleasure.

My body taking over as it quaked. First going ice cold before super heating. Tightening from my hair to my toes and vibrating as my inner muscles flexed around him. Biting down on him.

He huffed and lurched up. His other arm snaking up my back to curve over my shoulder. Holding me down on him as he too attained his peak.

Our moans joined in sound and I was surprised how good it felt.

"Well done, Plaything." He praised. "Now you're learning the value of being honest."

***

He was right.

I was. And suddenly I wanted more. I wanted to hear him make those sounds again. I wanted to feel what I'd experienced again.

My body was deliciously exhausted. I collapsed sideways off of him.

He followed me down. Rolling onto his side. He lay on the floor next to me. Reaching a finger to guide a loose tendril of curling brown hair from near my mouth and tuck it behind my ear in an act that seemed almost tender.

"Who are you, Lucien?" I wondered aloud.

"A pirate." He murmured. His gaze becoming hooded as he looked at me. "A dangerous one."