“You didn’t have to touch me like that.” I was arguing for the sake of arguing, I knew that. Logan had been nothing but a gentleman as he agreed to be my fake date at this wedding, and I think it was precisely that which had been screwing up with my mental capacities.
I wasn’t used to nice, clean-shaved Logan. A nice Logan who called me beautiful and held my hand in front of my family? Out of consideration. But it was only when he touched my lower back to help guide me back to my seat that I actually lost it.
My dress had an open back, and feeling his rough hand against the sensitive skin, my brain was short-circuiting. It didn’t help that upon seeing him ready for the wedding, my panties had become ruined because Logan in a suit was definitely newsworthy.
“What’s the matter with you?” He argued back because of course, he did. “I’m doing you a favor and all you can do is complain about how I’m touching you?” He turned to look at me, his big brown eyes all serious. “Don’t you want this to be believable?”
How could I tell him that I didn’t want it to be believable at all - I wanted it to be real? How could I say that every touch he granted me was a reminder that I’d started to catch feelings for my instructor, and I couldn’t very well act on them, if not for the difference in our positions in Professor X’s Academy, at least because of the age gap between us?
“Yes,” I whispered, lowering my head so he wouldn’t see the truth in my eyes. “I do.”
The one where Logan is the most feared pirate in all of the seven seas
Warnings: smut, pirate!au, age gap, angst, thought of deception, talk of “virginity”, fake sexual slavery transaction (implied), spanking as punishment (not previously discussed), implied dacryphilia, oral (f), rimming, alcohol, p in v, orgasm control
Was it luck or a curse that led me to be rescued by his hands?
That was the question that inhabited my every thought ever since that fateful evening, when his ship took over mine with the ease of a knife running through melted butter.
I’d heard about him and his ways before. I knew should our paths ever cross, there would be no other fortune for me, no other path other than to watch his will set its course, destroying whatever he wanted to cease existing.
I just always imagined I would be one of those things.
“How are you feeling this morning, princess?” The mockery from the pet name wasn’t lost to me at all, but it still made me flush all the same. I had climbed out of the room that he’d assigned to me the first night on the boat, which coincidently was the same as his.
What I hadn’t anticipated was for him to sleep on the couch while he left his bed to me. That was against everything I’ve ever thought about him, every little piece of information I’d been fed about the man, his crew or how they worked.
Should I be spared, I thought, I would be nothing but a whore to appease his hunger. And yet, the beast had given me no signs of life. I hadn’t found its claw marks or seen its teeth, just heard its peaceful snores when it laid to rest at night.
I was confused, to say the least. But I couldn’t just very well tell him that.
… well, could I? My very essence was begging me to give the man a chance, try to see him with my own two eyes, and not the thousand shadows I’d been told to look out for.
It was hard to ignore a lifetime of stories, though. The Wolverine - Captain Logan, as he was called by his peers - was more than twice my age, and had been gaining his life in the waters for just as long.
I’d grown up with the tales of his atrocities. They were told to scare rambunctious young boys who misbehaved, and to say that I was able to simply forget them would be a lie.
And still, every time he looked my way and caught me staring, that knowing smirk taking over his face as he asked me how I was doing, I knew - I just knew - there had got to be some sort of catch.
Either the stories were wrong, or he was hiding something - with what purpose, I hadn’t managed to figure out yet. I didn’t even know why he was so adamant on keeping me around.
All I knew was that he spent most of his day ignoring me, and whenever he did address me, he was nothing short of polite - sometimes even nice.
“There’s breakfast waiting for you over there.” He nodded towards a barrel, where I could make out a little packet of fabric and a bottle of something. It didn’t take me long to find out that breakfast consisted of rock hard cheese and crackers, and I was supposed to wash it all down with wine.
“Jesus…” I grumbled at the taste of the alcohol, unused to beverages as strong as this one, much less this early in the morning. By my side, I could hear someone chuckling - Scott, most likely.
“Good little girl like you, never drank wine like that, huh?” My face burned from the comment, more from the nickname than the embarrassment of not being familiar with this sort of drink, but before I could find it in me to say something about it, Captain Logan’s voice resonated across the boat, reaching us easily.
“If you’re having the time to bother the lady, it’s because you don’t have enough to work on, Scott. Should I send you to toilet duty?” The man paled before my eyes, quickly disappearing to the other side of the ship as I laughed freely at the fear I caught in his eyes.
When I turned around to look at the Captain again, he was much closer than I had anticipated. “I know it’s not much.” He nodded to the food, reminding me I should take another bite of it. “But we should be docking in a few hours. It’ll give me the opportunity to get you some fresh fruit - that should last a couple of days, at least.”
A few different thoughts ran through my head as I gulped the dry bread with the wine that was left to me. The first being that it was actually sweet of the Captain to worry about what food he was offering. As my captor, I didn’t expect him to feel bad about giving me the same he had to eat - and I knew this was what everyone ate around here.
Logan wasn’t the type of man to differentiate what he had from what his crew was offered - with the exception, of course, of his own living quarters.
But my other realization wasn’t as sweet and it definitely didn’t paint him in such a great light. His comment denounced the fact that whatever it was that he intended for me, it didn’t end with our next stop.
I would still be a prisoner on this boat - for God knows how long.
The conflict of emotions robbed me of any response. I averted my gaze and fixed it on the food, taking small bites of the bread and cheese before sipping on the wine that was left. From my peripheral vision, I noticed his body leave after a while and sighed in relief.
He made me nervous, but that much was understandable. He had plans for me and until I figured out what they included, I wouldn’t be able to feel at ease around him.
A few hours later, we were by a tropical island and I welcomed the sounds of civilization with an excited and eager heart. I knew there was little to no hope of me finding rescue here - if they were comfortable enough docking in this populated place it could only be one of the pirates havens I’d heard about back in safe land, where those who terrorized the seas kept their families safe from the navy and others who might wish them harm. They were difficult to find and so stories grew about how terrifying and dirty they must be, but now that I was here, I could see there was little truth to those stories.
The animated sound of drums could be heard from the distance. It seemed to get quicker the closer we got and when the shapes became more distinct, I saw a large group of people awaiting our approach, waving and clapping as the boat neared the shore.
“Look, Nathaniel.” I heard Logan’s voice behind me. “Your son was born.” I followed his line of sight to see a beautiful brunette woman, holding a child that couldn’t be more than four months old. She raised his tiny fist in the direction of the boat, waving it from side to side as if teaching him to say hello.
My heart warmed at the sight, and it warmed even more when I witnessed the Captain pat his man’s back as said man wiped away a tear or two.
“Time to get reacquainted to your wife.”
I don’t know what I expected to happen to me once the ship docked. I’d grown tired of trying to guess it, so I just assumed either the Captain would keep me locked in his private quarters or he’d take me with him.
I was still pleasantly surprised when he chose the former option, and even more surprised by finding that the place he had taken me to was his own house.
“Logan!” An old man greeted us when the captain opened the door to a small cabin, far smaller than anything I expected from someone who was known to steal so much gold. “You’re home. And you brought a friend with you.”
I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell his father I was more of a captive?
The sight of my captor’s almost smile stopped me, his gaze fixed on something behind the old man.
It was a little girl, and she seemed almost scared of us.
“Look, Laura,” he addressed her, nodding towards me as he took off his hat. “I brought a real-life princess for you to meet.” There was a lot to counter his words, but I was too taken back to remind him that I was in no way a royal and the smile the little girl opened up stopped me from feeling offended about his comment.
I wouldn’t mind being treated like a toy he had stolen to amuse someone if that someone was as sweet as Laura.
In the days that we spent in the island, I barely saw the captain, but I felt like I learned much more about him than I had in the month we had spent in the water.
First, I learned that the man who greeted us when we arrived, the man who took care of Laura while Logan was away, wasn’t actually his father. But he might as well be, with the scolding glances he sent the younger man’s way every time the captain did something he disapproved of.
The dinner where I let escape how it was that I ended up at the Wolverine’s boat almost ended with Charles sending the most feared pirate in all of the seven sea’s back to his room without eating. I wasn’t so sure Logan would go without a fight, but he seemed to respect the old man - in his own way.
Then, I learned about his relationship with the girl. She wasn’t actually his blood daughter - at least, they didn’t know it for sure. All they knew was that one morning, they woke up to find the little baby in a basket, left in front of their house.
“We took her in without thinking twice about it,” Charles confessed to me over steaming mugs of coffee, one morning while Laura played at a distance. “We assumed that some girl concluded being raised by the Wolverine would be the best option for their child. But to be honest, I see too much of Logan in her not to think she’s most likely the fruit of one of his nights of passion.”
I tried not to show how affected the thought of the captain quenching his thirst with a random woman made me. It wasn’t jealousy that it sparked, of course. I had no authority over the man to feel that way.
It was more along the lines of… interest? Obviously, I didn’t know what he was doing now that we were in this island and he spent most of the day (and the better part of the evening) out, but I found myself disappointed at the prospect of him looking for his relief in someone else, as absurd as it was.
Apart from kidnapping me and keeping me close, he had never shown me any particular interest. Certainly, not in the sexual sense, so I had no idea where that disappointment came from.
Perhaps I was more attracted to him that I allowed myself to believe.
My days on the island were spent with Laura, for the most part. Albeit quiet in the beginning, she was actually loud and opinionated once she warmed up to me.
She reminded me a lot of her father.
“Open wide, Laura,” I fed her lunch one day, even though she was probably too old for this. It was how I got her to actually sit still and eat, and so she munched happily while I waited to feed her another bite.
“Hello.” I looked over my shoulder, body instinctively straightening up upon hearing Logan’s voice. “May I join you?” He pointed towards the table, and I shyly nodded, wiping my hands on the simple cotton dress Charles had somehow found for me to wear.
It was silent for a while. Just the sounds of Laura eating, her curious little eyes darting from her father to me and back to Logan again, interrupted by the scratching of the fork against the plate I was feeding her from.
At long last, the meal was finished and she was out of the table in a rush, excited to go play like I told her she could do once she was finished.
“Are you busy?” Logan’s voice sounded almost soft when he asked me, interrupting my observation of his daughter’s running to look him in the eyes. I wanted to chuckle and ask him what could possibly occupy me in this place that I didn’t know, but instead, I just shook my head, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “Walk with me?”
We ventured out into the woods at the back of his house, where the rest of the village could be seen from a distance. Since his place stood in the tallest point of the island, it made sense that he was seen as some sort of guardian or protector to his people.
“How are you finding the island?” He asked, hands behind his back as he kept his stare straight ahead, but I knew better. I knew he was analyzing me, if not for the incredibly cunning man he was, at least because his gaze set heavy on me, even if it was from the corner of his eyes.
“I’m enjoying my time here,” I admitted. “It’s warm. The people are nice.” He hummed in response, and we kept walking in relative silence until I interrupted it with my curiosity, “Are you going to leave me here?” I asked, finally chancing a glance up at him. “Taking care of Laura?”
I realized what his answer would be before he voiced it, in the way he stopped walking and turned to stare at me with the shadow of a smile on his face.
“No,” he revealed, sounding amused by my question. “I didn’t take you from that ship for you to become some sort of nanny to my kid.” I tried to ignore how hearing him refer to Laura as ‘his kid’ set free a thousand little butterflies in my belly.
I had something more pressing to focus on.
“Why did you take me then?” I pressed, only to be answered with a mysterious smirk as he turned back towards the house.
“C’mon,” he called. “Charles must have tea ready by now.”
Another two days found us back in the ship, and a week later, close to another island - only this time, we couldn’t dock our ship there. “We’re going in,” Logan informed me once night had fallen, gaze fixated on the thousand little lights that sparkled from a distance. “You stay here, it’s going to be too dangerous.”
They left in a small boat and I was left to worry about their destinies and my own if they were to never come back. What would become of me? Should I jump on the waters and risk my own fate?
Thankfully, the hours passed by and they arrived when the night became darkest - and coldest. It was so cold in fact that I had wrapped myself in a few blankets and sat on a barrel while I waited for them, and then proceeded to fall asleep on the process.
“What happened?” I woke up with a startle, confused by the excited whispers and the sound of movement as everyone set out to put the ship in motion around me.
“We’ve made it back with what we wanted to get,” Scott informed, a toothy grin on his face. “Now we have to leave before they realize we were even there at all.”
Still sleepy, I rubbed my eyes and nodded, the information taking its sweet time to make sense to me. But then I instinctively searched for that familiar, tall figure and when I couldn’t locate it, the panic became evident in my face.
“He’s in his room,” Scott smiled, already knowing what it was about and so I took off in that direction, as his room was the one we shared. I didn’t think to knock for that precise reason, but I realized my error the second I burst through the door to find him half-naked, sat on the bed where I usually slept.
“Oh,” I exclaimed, embarrassed but for some reason, unable to tear my eyes from the expanse of his back. “I’m sorry.” My voice was small as I apologized and remained right there. He looked over his shoulder at me and chuckled before returning his attention to something in his hands.
“You really should learn how to knock.” I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn’t help but notice the roughness in his already rough voice. He sounded different, and that’s when I realized he was bandaging himself.
“You’re hurt,” I said it, but he didn’t bother to confirm. I stood by the door for a couple more seconds fighting with my heart and my reason, until one of them won and I locked it behind me. “Let me help.”
I knelt in front of him, taking the bandage from his hand and gently pushing him back so I could see the wound better. It was dirty but it didn’t seem to be too deep.
Wetting a cloth I found nearby in one of the bowls we kept at the corner of the room, I gently dabbed the fabric on his skin, trying to clean him as best as I could.
He didn’t hiss. He didn’t even move, and when I looked up after I was done taking care of it, it was to find him staring at me with something I didn’t understand in his deep brown eyes.
“I don’t think you understand just how needy you are…” He whispered, huge palm suddenly enveloping the side of my face so he could stroke my cheek with his thumb.
The way he looked at me sparked a new sentiment inside my belly, warming me up despite the cold of the evening. “But I do,” he proceeded, voice still low for we were so close, there was no need to speak at a regular volume at all.
“It’s only a matter of time until you break,” he informed me, “and I’ll be right here when when that happens.”
When he left me to get ready for the night, it became clear that although I still didn’t understand why he wanted me, I now knew that he did - and what he wanted me for.
My theory was tested some two weeks later, when we docked on yet another island, only this one seemed completely inhabited. “You’re coming with me this time,” he said it like it was no big deal, not even looking at me as he took in the landscape we’d be exploring in a few hours. “Better get ready.”
I didn’t even know what I was supposed to get ready for, but I tried to calm my nerves, telling myself repeatedly that the Wolverine had yet to do anything to put my life at risk. It made no sense he would start it now.
And so I followed Logan to the island, and from there his men separated from us. Most took a trail by East while the Captain directed me towards some caves further West, not too far from where we had docked.
I had a million questions I wanted to ask him, not all of them related to what we were doing at that moment, but I couldn’t find it in myself to voice them. It was clear he was on a rush too, with the way he didn’t slow down his footsteps to walk by my side, so I just struggled to keep up with his speed as we shortened the distance until we were about to get into the cave.
“I need you to promise me you’ll be completely quiet, and that you’ll do whatever I tell you to do.” It was the first time he had spoken to me after we left the ship, and all I could do was nod, accepting the hand he had offered me as he lit up the lantern he had taken with him so we could see our path into the cavern.
Once inside, it was mostly silent, with the eventual sound of water running, although I couldn’t see where it was coming from. I knew it was there, though - the air was humid, while still remaining scorching hot.
We walked for what could have been hours or minutes. I didn’t know and like I’d promised, I didn’t ask. Finally, we seemed to approach the center of the cave, and much to my surprise, there was bright light coming from there, forcing me to readjust my gaze.
“The great Wolverine.” There were at least three guys, all of them heavily armed, none of them innocent looking. In fact, they were almost as threatening as Logan, especially now that I knew how caring the Captain could be. “We thought you wouldn’t come.”
Logan shrugged, but kept me in front of his body, back pressed to his chest. “I said I’d be here. Here I am.” The men nodded, eyes settled on me. I watched one of them lick his lips, sending a shiver of fear down my spine.
“And you brought the agreed wager.” It took me a while to process that said wager was me. It only made sense when I saw one of the guys lick his lips at the sight of me, his eyes drinking me in.
“Yes,” Logan confirmed it, and it was like a sword driven straight through my heart. “You asked for virgin blood, here it is.” I didn’t have the opportunity to wonder how he knew. I supposed to him, it must have been obvious, from the time he had spent with me.
“This is why you wanted me…” The realization fell from my lips in a whisper, but it was still louder than he wanted me to be. His hand covered my lips as I suffocated on a sob that threatened to escape me.
Why did it hurt so much?
“Quiet,” he ordered, pressing me tighter against his front. I felt him, hard and long against my back. I felt him, and it made me feel warm. It made me clench around nothing, an unfamiliar reaction that only had me more confused and frustrated.
So gathering all of the strength and courage I had left in me, I shoved myself away from him and took off running. “What are you doing?” I heard him roar just as the men I was trying to leave behind surged in my direction.
“Fuck.” That’s the last word I head from him before his men took over the cave, slipping from crevices I hadn’t noticed before, easily surrounding the three strangers who had been out for my blood. “Kill them,’ he ordered, and I didn’t bother looking back when I knew he was close enough to reach for me even before his hand pulled me by the back of my dress and he very easily threw me over his shoulder.
The time it took for him to retrace the path we had taken into the cave was enough for me to realize what his plan had been all along - and I was the one who ruined it. Had I just remained quiet, his crew would have been able to overpower the creeps back there quickly after Logan had obtained whatever it was that he had wanted from the men who were most likely already dead by now.
His silence as we met everyone by the shore and got back to the ship was telling. I didn’t need to notice his clenched jaw to know it, and I knew I was wrong. I knew it. But the treacherous root of doubt had already planted itself in my mind, and now there was no way to kill it other than to confront it straight on.
I ran towards my sleeping quarters the second we laid foot on the ship again, but I wasn’t quick enough to escape him. Where even could I go?
“Why do you want me?” I yelled once his familiar threatening frame slipped through the door. “Why are you keeping me here?”
Logan took off his coat with a nerve-wrecking calmness, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt before assuming a seat by the foot of the bed.
“Come here,” he ordered, voice cold and detached, but when I took too long to follow his command, he barked, “Now!” The second I was close enough for him to touch, he pulled me with enough force to have me tripping over his feet, but he was right there to catch me, gripping my tumbling figure to manhandle me into leaning over one of his legs.
“You asked for this,” he growled as he pulled the skirt of my dress until it reached my head, exposing my ass to him. I barely had the time to protest before his hand was on it, spanking it so hard it startled me, making me jolt.
But Logan wouldn’t let me get away. He held me right there, laying spank after spank on my sore skin while I could hear his men outside, going about their activities as if nothing was wrong in the world.
“I told you to follow my orders,” he continued, voice gruff as if this pained him more than me. “You told me you’d follow my orders.”
By now, I was full on sobbing, the anxiety of the day, the confusion over what was happening way too much for me to know how to process.
“Stop making those fucking sounds,” he roared, and the spank that followed was even harder then the ones before. I thought he’d never stop laying them on me, but eventually, the slaps ceased, and it was just the sounds of my whimpers and his bated breath in the tiny room.
All at once, I was thrown in bed, and he avoided my gaze as he went back where he had come from. “You can have the room for the night,” was all he said before he disappeared.
‘The night’ ended up becoming three consecutive evenings. I didn’t know where he slept. I didn’t even leave the room in those days, too mortified over what had happened, guilt eating me alive for having ruined his obviously well-thought out plan and even more so for doubting his character.
It also didn’t help that after he was gone, I was left with an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs, my undergarments ruined to the point I had to get rid of them altogether.
I couldn’t sleep that night. And not only because of the emotions I could identify, but because of this one I couldn’t name, the one that brought fire to my lungs and left me restless in bed.
Every day I’d hear soft knocks by the door and when I opened it, a plate of food was to be found by the stairs leading to my room. No one was ever there to greet me, and I preferred it that way. I didn’t know how the rest of the boys were feeling about me, but I suspected not very excited, considering the ruined plan.
At the fourth day, I finally gathered enough courage to leave the room and meet everyone once more, finding them occupied with their usual tasks and not at all bothered by my presence, almost as if they hadn’t even noticed my absence.
“Oh, hey, miss!” Scott greeted me, and it was the only sign I got that I hadn’t just dreamed the entire thing. “There’s food over there, if you want to grab something.”
Over there ended up being close to the Captain, and I felt my heartbeat speed up with each step I took in his direction. But he never even turned towards me, too focused staring into the distance, as if trying to figure out something no one else could see.
I thought about reaching out and talking to him. I really did. But I was too much of a coward. So I gathered my food and returned to my room once more, from where I only left when night had fallen and the boy’s drunken singing could be heard even through the walls of the room.
I didn’t want to miss on this experience. Seeing them falling all over themselves, slurring through well-known songs never failed to make me giggle, and Lord, did I need something to make me laugh.
So I managed to sneak out without being noticed, or so I thought. Remaining in the shadows, I watched them making fun of each other until there were tears falling from the corner of my eyes from the lack of proper breathing, and once my tummy hurt from laughing too hard, I decided it was time to go back to my cave.
I just hadn’t anticipated it would be occupied. “You really should stop drinking so much,” I admonished as soothingly as possible when I heard his grunt as he struggled to lower himself to the bed. I figured it was because of alcohol, hence my choice of words, but when he tried to turn around to check on me and couldn’t turn his body, I realized that wasn’t the case.
“It’s the only thing that helps ease the pain,” he tried to joke, but ended up coughing and then groaning in pain again. I approached him without even realizing, hand reaching out to touch his torso and verify it for myself.
“You were hurt,” I whispered. “Because of me,” I didn’t add. We both knew that had been the case. He could see the guilt in my eyes, of that I was certain. It was the reason for his weak, pensive smile.
“I just came in here to grab some oils,” he explained, showing me the items he’d procured from the trunk by the side of the bed while I was away. “I’ll be out of your way.”
I curled my fingers around his wrist, silently asking him to hang on a little while longer. “Isn’t… Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”
The silence that followed was heavy, but not heavier than the look he set on me. It made me shiver long before he cradled my face, thumbs running over my cheekbones as he asked, “Would you let me taste you?”
Frowning, I licked my lips before asking for clarification. “What do you mean?” His little smile had my heart threatening to jump out of my chest, and when he told me to follow him, I already knew I would.
“Pull on my hair,” he commanded me as he laid me down on the bed and knelt before me, firm hands running up my thighs and before I could protest, he had me spread open, undergarments torn off as he delved right between my legs and kissed me where I was wet and wanting.
He didn’t hold back, eating at my most intimate place with a hunger I hadn’t known men were capable of, but then again, wasn’t the Wolverine often compared to an animal? This was the first time he let me see this side of him.
His hands slipped down my backside and he was rough as he grabbed it, used it to tilt me up so he could more easily devour me. I knew there’d be bruises in the shape of his fingertips by the morning. I didn’t care.
It felt too good to care.
I had no idea something could feel this good.
He kept lapping at my exposed core, drinking in the wetness that flourished the more he explored, and I might have started screaming, but I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t focus on anything other than his tongue.
But then that tongue slipped further down, finding my backside - and this time I did scream, in surprise, before that sound became another extremely loud moan, one I was sure the men outside would have heard if not for the festivities currently taking place.
All at once, my sight was taken over by a blinding white light, and a rush of bliss I’d never felt before washed through me, leaving my body to slump against the bed once he let me go, getting up to his feet in seconds, like he had never even been there at all.
“If you ever want to take this any further,” he spoke after he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know where to find me.”
I didn’t even know how I heard him over the sound of my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
I couldn’t be alone with him the days that followed. He made me dizzy, his presence elicited such a poignant, physical reaction in me I had to resort to alcohol to be able to pursue what I knew I wanted.
“I want you,” I slurred at the first festivity following the one where he’d knelt before me. “Right now. Please.” I was biting my lip, barely able to stand as he stared down at me with those deep brown eyes of his.
I thought he would do it. I was honestly prepared for it, when he took me in his arms and then into his room. But much to my surprise, when he deposited me on the bed where I laid every night - the same one where he had tasted me - he didn’t follow me into it.
“I can’t do this to you,” he informed me, having knelt by the bed again, only this time, his hands only ventured to my cheeks, cradling them. “Not when you’re drunk.”
Conflicting emotions had me deflating before him. While I was disappointed to hear he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I felt comforted in the fact that he did want me.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he went on to reassure me, “But I won’t take advantage of this situation.” I averted my gaze, not able to deal with the intensity of his feelings, and my own.
Insecurity got the best of me, so I felt like the best thing to do was to voice, “So you do want me?” I had the wine I’d drank earlier tonight to thank for the courage to say it, and I was glad that I did it, because the smile he gave me had my heart skipping a beat.
“You have no idea how much.” He let the words settle for a few seconds, watching me accept them, only to proceed, “But I want you to want me as much as I want you when you’re sober.”
And right then I knew. I just knew. No man would ever treat me better than Captain Logan, the most feared pirate in all seven seas.
And I wanted him.
The days that followed were days of reflection. He let me do that without any interference, although I constantly felt his gaze, settled heavily on me.
I didn’t mind. I liked knowing he was there, watching over me. I liked the reminder of his desire, validating mine, albeit silently. And in that silence, I meditated. I took in everything we had lived together - every adventure, every little moment, and I realized that Logan was a man of very few words - but I knew that already.
What I hadn’t stopped to consider was that because he was the silent type, he had other ways to show me that he cared, ways that had eluded me until that night when he got on his knees and explored me with his lips.
He wasn’t a romantic by any traditional means, but then again - what about Captain Logan could be considered traditional?
It took me a while. Three nights, precisely. His men were already celebrating something else when I approached him at last, feeling brave with the moonlight that illuminated us both.
Heart beating fast, I admitted, “I still want you.” And it was an understatement.
I was aching with arousal, desperate for him. And when his eyes met mine, dark as they were, I could see he felt the same way.
No one noticed us as he swept me away, back to the room I’d come to think of as ours. Yet tonight would be the first time we’d lay in bed together.
“Goddamn,” he cursed once he had undressed me and I was resting against the rough sheets, not feeling tempted to cover me in the slightest thanks to the fire of lust I could see in his dark hues. “You’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”
My breath got stuck in my throat as I watched him get rid of his shirt, and then climb on the bed and settle between my legs. A wave of desire took over me, prompting me to reach for the member between our bodies, but before I could reach it, his hands captured mine and he held my wrists together in one of his.
“Hold on,” he said. “Let me play with this pretty pussy first.” I didn’t know what to say. I’d never heard someone speak in such language, and it frightened me how much it didn’t frighten me.
If anything, it only fed the flames of passion burning deep inside of me. I found myself growing wetter between the legs, and once his rough digits swiped along my slit, gathering the slick threatening to spill from there, I knew we would both eventually drown in all of the wetness that was continuously coming out of me.
“Fuck,” he cursed once his fingers slipped in and I had to bite my lip not to scream. It hurt - he was so thick, but I knew the thickness of his digits was nothing compared to the member between his legs.
So I was prepared for it when it began stretching me. I’d never felt anything quite like it before - the weight of his cock being impaled in me, settling so deep inside my body that I was sure I’d never be able to remember how it felt not to be owned by him afterwards.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, rough hands softly caressing my sides as he nibbled on my earlobe, trying to distract me, but I didn’t need it. Even if it hurt, I was relishing in the entire experience, how it felt to be underneath this gigantic man, completely exposed to his desires. “You’re okay…”
The moan I let out in response had him grinning. “Does it feel good?” I could only nod. A growl was my response, as his movements sped up, tearing a gasp from my lips.
“Mine,” he unnecessarily roared since I already knew it. I’d be his even if he didn’t want me. “All mine.” My moans became screams as his hands went over my head, holding himself up against the wooden wall of the ship while mine went around his torso, nails digging on his back.
“Hold it!” He ordered, now ramming into me while I tried very hard to obey him. He could probably see my desperation in my eyes, because he pressed, “I held back for so long, you can hold it a little while longer.”
One of his hands traveled down my body until it reached the place where we were connected, and when his thumb pressed on the button he had so eagerly caressed with his tongue the other evening, I knew I was about to disobey him.
“Keep singing for me,” he coaxed, as a tear ran down my cheek and I closed my eyes to relish in bliss. “Fuck, yes!” I heard him groan, a few harder, more punishing thrusts against that spot inside of me before he pressed himself in as far as he could go, fingers tightly holding my hips. “I love your fucking moans.”
The next morning, I woke up still feeling peaceful, even though I couldn’t remember just why. Stretching on the bed, I only realized something was wrong when my fingers brushed against the spot right next to me, finding it empty but still warm.
That’s when the night before came back to me, all at once. How I’d gone after what I wanted. How it felt to get it. How blissful it was to reach that high in Logan’s arms. But now that I was awake in the light of morning and he was nowhere to be found, I couldn’t help but feel cold and empty, scared he would ignore me and the moment we had shared when the moon was still high in the sky.
I dressed myself up slowly, keeping tab of every single bruise on my body. I knew there was a chance they would be my only physical evidence of the night before, even though I hoped it wouldn’t be the case.
He’d spent the night by my side, at least. That much I was sure of. And it was closely clinging to that very weak argument that I opened the door to the deck, finding it already buzzing with men running around, performing their tasks for the day.
It wasn’t hard to find the Captain. He was standing on the other side of the ship, eyebrows furrowed as he talked to Scott about something that seemed important. I was almost tempted to go back to hide my room when he caught sight of me, head turning to meet my eyes and the widest grin I’d ever seen opening up on his face.
“Go away, Scott,” he ordered. “Let me kiss my woman.” I didn’t even have the time to sit on the shock his words provoked me, because in a second he’d crossed the distance between us and took me in his arms, lips meeting mine hungrily - as if we hadn’t spent the entire evening memorizing each other’s tastes.
“How did you sleep, princess?” He asked once he released me, and all I could do was smile, and answer him honestly.
Warnings: stepcest, murder, adrenaline/fear kink? Is that even a thing? taboo relationships and thoughts
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Y/N’s P.O.V.
The door slamming behind us - the way it almost made it seem like the walls were trembling with the impact, threatening to crumble and bring us to dust somehow - it should have made me scared. It should have led me to run up the hills, away from this house, away from the man who’d taken over my entire life and dominated it, transforming it beyond recognition.
It only made me more furious, instead.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Logan yelled, but instead of flinching and hiding, my hands curled into fists and I just stood there, back turned to him as I found myself stuck between my fight or flight instincts. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that man is?”
As a matter of fact, I didn’t. I didn’t because once Logan Howlett took over my life, stealing me and my mother away from everything we knew and stuck us into this cold, empty mansion of his in a town I’d never even heard of, he made zero effort to help us settle in.
Instead, he isolated me more and more each day, making sure I remained helpless and captive to his attentions whenever he was feeling gracious enough to actually spend some of his time and energy on me.
“I don’t know…” I mused, faking deep thought as I pondered over what I could say to possibly hurt a man like the one I called stepfather. “I think the danger just adds to his charisma, don’t you? I mean, he’s already a level 8 in hotness. Telling me he’s bad news, you’re really just begging me to throw myself on him.”
It was a tense moment of silence that followed. Logan’s ire was so incandescent it almost burned me, but for the first time since we had met, so was mine.
I was tired of being a pawn on his game, useful to him whenever he could entertain me. I was tired of being locked away in a bedroom by myself all of the fucking time.
“If I see you near John Winchester again, Y/N… so help me God, you won’t enjoy what’ll happen next.”
For whatever reason, those words were the ones that cut loose the last thread of rational thinking that still held me back - kept me scared and pliant to the big bad man who so desperately needed me.
“Or what?” I dared to take a step closer to him, closing the distance so that his face was now hovering over mine. Keeping my head tilted back so I wouldn’t look away from his eyes, I pressed, “You’re gonna kill me, just like you did to my mother?”
It was a line I hadn’t dared to cross before that night.
I knew what was going on this entire time - I’d always known. And he knew I was aware of it, too. But until now, I’d been too scared to admit it, both to myself and to him - terrified of what he’d do if I outwardly accused him of what I knew he was responsible for.
But I had nothing to lose anymore. And for the first time, I realized why I shouldn’t have been so scared of him this entire time: he couldn’t afford to lose me.
The sight of his chest rising and falling with his laboured breaths, however, still had adrenaline rushing down my veins. I’d never seen him angry before, and besides knowing he was capable of murder, I had no idea what sort of stuff he felt comfortable doing to get back to a clearer mindset.
I just never expected him to do this.
With one big hand covering the back of my neck, Logan pulled me even closer to him, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes as he leaned down to lessen the height difference between us and then…
He kissed me.
He kissed me.
And despite everything that was going on, all of the reasons that made me want to hate the man and want nothing to do with him anymore… There was absolutely no part of me that even considered I should stop him.
I wanted him.
I’d wanted him since the first time I laid eyes on the man my mother decided to marry, not even three months after my father’s funeral.
In the beginning, I thought it was nothing but a silly crush. The way he filled out a suit and took over the threshold of every room he walked into was enough to ruin any woman’s panties, I reasoned. I wasn’t any sort of exception.
But as time moved on and he realized my mother had played him, promising access to things that had actually been left to me in his will, his eyes started to drift towards me more often. And I found myself enjoying the attention.
I wanted him but I never thought I could have him. Not when he was married to my mother, and certainly not after he’d killed her after she was done being useful to him. And even now that I was useful to him, I never expected him to want me in any way other than simply - alive.
That was, of course, until I turned 25 and he could get his hands on my inheritance.
All of that should have made me want to stop this, shouldn’t it? And still, when his arms wrapped around me, pressing me close, I moaned against his lips, right as Logan adjusted himself and - inadvertently or not - rubbed his hardness against me.
My eyes shot open right as, on cue, my pussy dripped cream on my underwear. He was huge - but I’d expected nothing less from a man of his size. Thoughts of how it’d feel to have him inside of me took over my mind right as his tongue slipped past my lips, and he gripped my hair to force my head back so he could completely dominate me.
Fuck, he’d ruin me. I was sure of it.
I was forced to pull away to catch my breath though. My heartbeat was too wild, making me short of breath, and although he allowed me some space, his tongue still lapped at my slightly open mouth, as if determined to gather as much of my taste as possible.
By the time my eyes fluttered open, he’d stopped.
“Logan?” His eyes were closed, and he looked as if he wasn’t even breathing. If it wasn’t for the tight grip he kept on my hips, I would have thought he hadn’t even heard me, but when I reached out to lay a hand on his chest, he stopped me.
“Go to your bedroom. Lock the door behind you. Don’t come out until tomorrow.” I struggled to keep my balance as he released me all at once, turning his back to me as he buttoned up his suit and marched towards the front door we’d just walked through, minutes before.
