.: Entry Forty-Nine :.
… My name is Elliot Parker, sometimes. Right now, I am pleased it’s not.
… “Anyone could be mistaken to think that you like this.” His smile in his voice, his tease.
I let the corner of my mouth twitch, knowing he is looking for a reaction. “Anyone could be mistaken. But are you?”
“Oh I don’t think you like this, I know you do.”
“Do I?” I try to ask as innocently as possible.
His voice lowers just a fraction more, I didn’t think it would be possible to have a conversation whispered as quietly as this. “Princess, we both know you hold your virtue still because of me.”
“Says the man who wants to take it.” I quip, wanting to get through to something real in him. Wanting to diffuse the situation.
“One of many I am sure. Any man can take what he wants.” What does that mean?
“So you don’t want it?”
“Don’t mistake for a second, I want it, but there is something else I want.”
“I want you to offer it to me, willingly.” I swallow under his scrutiny, watching my every heartbeat fluttering under the surface of my skin.
“That won’t happen” I try to sound clear, my voice choking a little in the whisper, am I trying to convince him or myself?
“It will happen; you won’t just offer it to me willingly, I know that much for certain.” He brushed the fluttering pulse in my neck with his thumb. I try to move but his other arm is wrapped firmly around my waist.
“How can you be so sure?” I feel his thumb slide to under my jaw, to the hollow under the chin. Is this a warning? A threat?
“Oh I promise you, just to be sure we are singing from the same score, princess, you will offer yourself to me willingly.” He let the silence grow, “you will offer your virtue.” I could hear the smile playing on his lips. His certainty made me uncomfortable, unsure.
“I doubt it.”
“You will. I can see it crossing your mind, I can see you wondering.”
“What it would feel like for my lips to not just be brushing and teasing your neck, but to tease every tiny inch of your soft skin.”
“You are; you shouldn’t lie to me.” I feel his teeth brush my skin so gently I could tell my heartbeat had given me away, I could feel my heart thudding in my chest so hard I wondered if it was possible to beat like this, like it could be heard. “You want me, just as much as I want you. Let’s stop pretending.”
“There’s no pretence here… Captain.” Trying to sound as final as possible.
“Careful princess, or I won’t take you at your offer, I’ll have you begging first.”
“What? You’re going to torture it out of me?” He laughed out loud at me then, getting the attention of the few crew members still awake.
“It won’t be the kind of torture you assume of me princess. It will be the kind of torture that holds you in total suspense, every breath of it, feeling the burn of your own desire in every part of your body, untamed, aching for release.” I try to stop myself imagining closing the distance of what separates us now, I try to stop myself tensing under his touch. As if he has read my mind his words call me back, “still sure you don’t want me princess?”
I try to shrug and readjust my shoulders, but I end up sliding from his lap a little. I can feel the cold of the tunnel floor it sends a jolt of tension through my body. The Captain pulls me back onto his lap. I understand in that moment, the crew might think I was a lap warmer, but he was the one doing the warming, keeping me off the cold of the floor. I turn a little wriggling in his grip so I can see him, see his face in the cooled air. I let myself take in his eyes, seeing through the mask that this once matches the true expression of himself, surprise at my turning to look at him. He probably expected me to sulk or pretend he didn’t exist. But here I was, looking, watching, examining him. He might be right, he is probably right, in time too much exposure to him and I might just offer. But there is no way to put the kind of distance I need between us.
I choose to try diplomacy in this moment, “thank you” I whisper before I kiss his cheek and turn back around to sooth the ache in my back from twisting round like that. I wiggle my shoulders just a little to get a little space and curl into the warmth. I lean my head back a little so it rests on his shoulder. I feel him tense for a moment, before he rests his cheek on my hair. There is no way of escaping the proximity of him, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath. I feel my own begin to slow and relax. Slowly I let myself feel the calm darkness of sleep. I feel him move, checking to see if I am gone to the world, I doubt from the angle he could see, even if he could, my eyes are shut even if my mind is wide open. I feel him slowly began to rest his cheek back on my hair trying to be gentle. I can’t help but let the corners of my mouth twitch, a small smile.
I may not trust this man yet, but I am learning him. I may not like this man, he probably doesn’t like me much either. But at least he is protecting me, whatever the reason may be. The same may not be said for some of crew, would they be wise enough to not make an enemy of me. For all his faults the Captain knows just what kind of asset or catastrophe I can choose to be at the turn of a dime.
The pre-order link is available now… Due to release 10th June!
Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XP14ZX2
Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XP14ZX2