Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Philippe watched the girl's theatrics with an amused grin. Spoiled, petulant and even delusional were the words that popped in his head based on her behavior. Surely she didn't understand the gravity of the moment? She had been captured by pirates! There were thirty, depraved, horny and criminal men lurking outside the door that only were held at bay by Philippe's word. In a way, her naivete was endearing to the hardened Captain. He'd seen almost everything in his time as a pirate, begging, pleading, anger, fear, shock, denial and fainting -- lots of fainting. But he'd never seen a girl try to treat him like some sort of misbehaving manservant! Get dressed quickly, or I'll do it for you, he growled, sword tapping lightly on his shoulder as she sputtered her protestations. Her demand that he turn around and not watch made him raise an eyebrow in surprise. It was so ridiculous he was momentarily taken aback. I need to keep my eye on my prisoner , Philippe said, emphasizing her status as she turned and began to disrobe. To his disappointment, the girl was amazing adept at changing before his eyes without revealing too much of what lay beneath. What he saw was delicious, however. Slipping out of her chemise left her naked except for her bloomers, which went down to mid-thigh. Although she was turned away from him, the creamy, pale expanse of her back was a sensual sight. All flawless skin, subtly rippling muscles and finally a very tempting, firm and rounded rear poorly hidden in those silly bloomers. All too soon she was pulling her corset on, followed by a sheer underdress, and then finally the maroon, heavy and high necked outer gown. To Philippe's amazement, the dressing didn't stop there as she fastened a hooded cloak on top of everything! It was an absurd statement, her dress on a hot Caribbean day like today, and he regarded her with a dangerous grin. Mademoiselle ... captive, Philippe said, sidling close to her as he sheathed his saber and tucked his pistol into his waistband. Eying her critically, he placed his hand on the grip of long knife he kept tucked on his hip. While I admire your sense of decorum... I need to remind you of a few, very important facts. One of Philippe's hands shot out and grabbed the girl by her upper arm while the other whipped his knife out. Fast as a snake, that sharpened tool slit her cloak's clasp, causing it to fall in a bundle at her feet. First, you are my prisoner. A pirate's prisoner. The knife flicked again, this time parting the maroon outer dress's high neck, point touching her delicate skin as it slide down and cut through the buttons. He ripped a gash down to below her breast through the outer dress and the cream inner dress, letting her pushed up cleavage from her corset burst into sight. It's very hot out, and I can't have my prisoner's die of heat exhaustion. The knife plunged into the fabric by her shoulders as he cut her sleeves off one after the other, leaving her arms bare. I'm not someone to trifle with. Then he grabbed a handful of her gown, just above the knees, and stabbed into it with the knife while turning her in a circle like a top. The sharp blade cut the two layers of fabric off smoothly, dropping the bottom half of her dresses into a hoop at her feet. Now, that's much better tailoring. You look presentable to my lads finally. Although I still think the gown is too hot and we may have to take that off later, said Philippe with a mock bow. The idea of this beautiful a creature all bundled up to the point of looking like an old maid was unthinkable! Cut up like this, she at least did a better job presenting her womanly charms, although the though of her in just the thinner under dress was even more delectable. Now - out with you to the main deck before I cut more than your clothes! he said with a stern frown. I'm looking forward to the Captain sharing your true identity.