Page 5 of A Descent Into Darkness

“Good, good! Tomorrow we plan, but tonight is on me. I’m proud of how far you’ve come.”

It didn’t take longfor the rum to ease my pain and loosen my inhibitions. The food and drinks kept coming all night as Teach told wild tales about sirens and krakens. I tried to hold on to the details, because I knew there was likely some truth to his stories, but the rum clouded everything in a drunken haze, and at that moment I didn’t care. My soul felt light. Itwas the first time in weeks that I had a full belly, and I was numb to my pain. It was almost blissful. By the time Teach and I made it toThe Gilded Filly, I was stumbling over myself and singing a bawdy tune.

“Why if it ain’t Mr. Jas!” A familiar voice called to me as I entered, and Madam Matisse greeted me warmly. The cunning lady of the manor had a few more wrinkles and her dark hair was streaked in grey, but her eyes were just as fierce. “You’ve grown into a fine man indeed.”

“See, James. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I’ve done right by you,” Teach boasted. I grunted my approval, afraid of what might come out of my mouth in my drunken stupor.

“Do you have the room prepared, like I asked?” Teach questioned.

“Aye, sir. First door on your left.” She nodded at the captain, and before my mind could catch up, Teach was helping me up the stairs.

“What are we doing?” I managed to mumble the question.

“I’m making sure you’ve got all the comforts a man could need.”

When he opened the door, I was welcomed by the glow of warm candlelight and two beautiful women. Each of them wearing nothing but a string of pearls draped over their ample breasts. They both smiled at me with hungry eyes. Twirling their fingers through the neat ringlets in their hair. One blonde, one brunette.

“What is… what’s happening here?” I asked. My throat going dry as my eyes darted between the two of them.

“They’re for you, my friend.”

“For me? What am I supposed to—” Teach’s laugh cut off my question, and he patted my shoulder before seeing himself out and closing the door.

“Hello, James,” the blonde called to me. My heart pounded in my chest, burning off the alcohol and sobering me up a bit.

“Why don’t cha come over to the bed and let us take care of you,” the brunette cooed, motioning me forward. My cock twitched in my pants. I’d had intimacy forced upon me. A dark stain on my brain that rooted its way into my dreams, turning them into nightmares. A young boy on a long voyage learns very quickly to stay hidden from the darkness lurking in the shadows. But instead of the nightmares rearing their ugly heads, my body reacted instinctively. Maybe it was the fact that this was on my terms, or maybe it was the alcohol, but I was now a starved man craving only what these women could offer. I hadn’t had much time for women in my life. Hadn’t spent more than a few days on shore at any given time and my focus had solely been on earning my way into Teach’s good graces. So I’d kept my baser needs in check with the help of my right hand.

Now I realized how inadequate that had been. I wanted more. I’d earned this night. I walked to the bed, the brunette stepping toward me, unbuttoning my shirt, while the blond stepped to my back and helped me out of it. They smelledsweet, like violets in summer. My eyes lingered on the curves of their bodies, entranced by the fairer sex as they unbuckled my belt and slipped my breeches down.

The brunette reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me. My cock pressed against her belly, rock hard between the two of us. Her delicate fingers traced along my jaw, weaving into my hair, deepening the kiss until her tongue was exploring mine. My hands fell to her full breasts, reveling at how soft they felt in my palm. I’d never touched a woman in such an intimate way before. My mind was an erratic mess. Pulled between the brunette in front of me, and the blonde trailing kisses down my ruined back. My body melted into them, I felt nails dragging across my back, leaving a trail of burning fire behind them.

“Ahh,” I sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth.

“Do ya want us to stop?” the blonde asked with a mocking coyness.

“No, don’t stop,” I breathed.

My darkness purred. The combination of such intense sensations was a heady mix. Pain and pleasure mixed together like a brewing tempest. Thunder and lightning colliding and the fury of the storm was unleashed within me. I turned to the blonde, claiming her smart mouth with a punishing kiss. My teeth sunk into her lip until I tasted the metallic tang of blood, and I devoured her moan with another kiss. She pushed me back toward the bed. When the back of my legs felt the mattress, she gave me a hard shove and I let myself fall onto the bed.

The brunette descended on me, straddling my chest, kissing and nipping her way downward. While the blonde tied my hands to the metal bedposts with silk ropes. Before I could protest, I felt soft lips engulf the head of my cock. The warm, wet sensation of her tongue as it swirled over the tip was enough to make my toes curl. I couldn’t care less if they wanted to chain me to their bed and never let me leave.

My eyes were locked on the chocolate curls as she bobbed up and down, gagging on my length until I was thrusting to meet her with every stroke. Just when I thought I’d spill my seed down her throat, the blonde caught my attention again. She held a candle in her hand, the flame dancing in my eyes before she turned it on its side, pouring a cascade of burning wax onto my chest. The stinging burn added a whole new edge to the pleasure, driving it to another level. The brunette pulled away from me, the subtle breeze felt cool on my heated skin. The blonde quickly took her place. Only instead of her mouth, she rubbed her sex over me, coating me in her arousal.

“Fuck!” The word slipped out in a growl. I waited with bated breath until she sunk herself down on my rigid length, the feel of her erasing the last several weeks. Her features softened in the heat of pleasure. The brunette was eager to join us, and pulled her friend into a lustful kiss. The spectacle threatening to send me over the edge.

Clove Hitch.

Figure Eight.

Carrick Bend.

Overhand Knot.

I began mentally reciting sailing knots and picturing them in my head. Desperate to think of anything besides the pair before me. I didn’t want it to be over. Not yet.

“Your captain told us you’ve been bad, and that you deserved to be punished,” the brunette purred before pulling a leather flogger from the bedside table. This completely derailed me, pulling my attention away from the list of knots and the blonde riding my cock. The sight of any sort of whip should have chilled me to the bone after what had happened to me earlier. But the tasseled leather from the flogger in her hands made my mind burn with desire.

“Oh yes, I’ve been bad. Positively filthy, milady,” I growled at her, desperate for the punishment she promised. When the sting of the tassels caressed my chest, I was done for. My cock swelled with each strike of the flogger. My balls drawing in as the symphony of pain and pleasure ravaged me. I came with a feral growl. Filling the blonde with my seed in the most intense high. When I finally came back down to my body, both girls draped over my chest, I knew I’d never be the same. I was broken, never to be whole again. I craved this darkness. I would seek out this line between pain and pleasure and see how far I could push it.

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