Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Philippe followed Emmeline across the gangplank, admiring her lithe figure as she crept across that narrow piece of wood with her hands outstretched for balance. That petite derriere was forced to stick out slightly for balance and the jaded pirate captain found himself licking his lips as he eyed it. Such a firm, round and tight little bottom. No doubt it would feel so good cupped in his palms and gently squeezed... With a start, Philippe realized his baser instincts were taking over. If he wasn't careful, he would plunder Emmeline before he could control himself and quickly become the most wanted pirate in the Caribbean. No, he had to play his cards right on this one. It was going to be a tricky prize to hold, so tempting and desirable in her mix of petulant brattiness and maiden like innocence. The contrast of her with his crew of filthy, depraved and perpetually horny sailors alone was going to make her the object of every man's fantasy. Why couldn't he have captured an ordinary woman who could have better served as a ship harlot for a couple days? Damn his 'good' luck sometimes. Following her into his cabin, Philippe unconsciously inspected his decor to make sure it was in order. Not that he really wanted to impress this little wench, but she was reputedly a lady of high class and perhaps she might appreciate the tact and style with which he had decorated his own quarters. Artwork, maps, fine silk cloths, mismatched bits of high quality furniture and in the center of it all, his large and overstuffed bed with its red satin sheets and plush pillows. Idly, he wondered where she was going to sleep. Sharing the bed with her was going to be quite a temptation. Suddenly, another bratty outburst stunned Philippe. I will NOT be growing more acquainted with the likes of you, you impudent mongrel. You know who I am and how I must be returned, you touch me and my fiancee will have your head on a platter. Scowling, Philippe glared at her and then gave her his most roguish grin as he brushed back strands of his tousled black hair. Another outburst like that and I'm going to bend you over my knee and spank you like the spoiled little girl you seem to be, the pirate captain growled at her, raising a hand menacingly. Charles loves me, the silly captain left out that part of things... any part of me that is touched will be removed similarly ... on your body. That statement caused a chuckle from Philippe and he let his eyes go down her body very suggestively. Perhaps some reminder was due of her place on his ship and just how much power he held over her. Stepping forward, he took his raised hand and lowered it, placing it right on top of one of the two luscious breasts she so temptingly had highlighted when she crossed her arms under her. He gave the soft mound a gentle but quick squeeze, knowing she would like move away quickly once she recovered from the shock of his crass touch. It was doubtful the tart had ever had a man touch her in such a crude and direct fashion. Your fiancee can cut off anything he can find but he won't have much luck, for you should know the only parts of you I wish to touch are the ones that I don't have myself! Philippe whispered to her in a husky tone, eyes twinkling. He followed her, forcing her backwards until she stumbled against a large chair by the dinner table. Now enough with your games, I'll give you a spanking on the hour until your start behaving. Sit down and shut up! Philippe was exhausted suddenly, sweaty and thoroughly drained from battle now that the glow of victory had faded. He needed a rinse in some fresh water on the deck and a change of clothes. A break would be a good time for him to collect his thoughts on the girl as well. Keeping her safe from his own more base instincts, as well as his crew's, was going to be a challenge! Turning, he rummaged in his desk and produced a pair of leather manacles. Without pause, he spun and strode to Emmeline, grabbing her slender wrists and shackling them tightly. The cuffs had a large ring on the metal chain between them and he used a piece of line to tie the cuffs and the girl herself to the chair she sat on, wrapping the rope around her waist couple of times before knotting it thoroughly. She wouldn't be going anywhere soon, or nosing around his cabin, while trussed up like that. Now forgive me, but I must bathe. We'll have a nice dinner tonight to get acquainted, mon cheri , said Philippe as he began to strip in front of the young lady. First he pulled his white shirt off, revealing his muscular chest, the tanned skin darkened further by his manly black hair. Next he tugged his boots off, bending over and letting Emmeline get an eyeful of his powerful back, muscles rippling as he tugged the stubborn boots free. Then, with a knowing wink, he loosened his trouser ties and let the billowing black fabric fall. He had no skivvies on due to the heat and he took his time kicking out of the pants and letting his manhood dangle free before her eyes, swinging with every motion of his naked and toned body. If the girl was as sheltered as he suspected, Philippe knew the sight of a nude, virile, well endowed and handsome man before her would be quite a revelation. He was no smooth chested or slender boy, but a real man. Dangerous, strong and overwhelmingly masculine as he stood before her in the tight cabin. Assuming she had the guts to peek. Don't be shy, mon petite cheri, you'll have plenty of opportunity to see more later. It does get a lot bigger as well, you know, when it's time to play, joked Philippe, glancing down as his flaccid member. It was still rather impressive, even limp, and the sight of it hard right now might make the inexperienced girl faint. Grabbing a towel, Phillipe casually strode out of the cabin fully naked. He paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder to blow the girl a mock kiss and wiggled his much lighter skinned rear at her. It was the last sight the girl would see before he exited into the bright sunlight outside to rinse off on the deck.