His Wench

I could see him, but he had no idea I was watching.  He stood there, at the wheel, hands rigidly directing us towards the setting sun. In his eyes was a fear that we would lose the light.
I’ve seen him like this night after night. The fear in his eyes haunts me as I dream. I wonder what those fears encompass.
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It’s been a few months since I came aboard this ship and I’ve come to adore the captain with the fearful eyes. Though I am a lowly wench he speaks to me as an equal. He has told me of his dreams that drive the fear in his eyes. He has also whispered of sweet dreams, wishes, and fantasies. In the early morn tis the fantasies and sweet dreams I pray have kept him safe through the night. Upon seeing him this morning I know twas not so.
His eyes were dull with lack of sleep. His muscles knotted beneath his tight shirt. His voice rough with impatience snapped at the deck hands. I hated seeing him this way; hurting and angry.
In private he calls me his wench, while surrounded by friends at sea we hide it. On land amongst strangers sweethearts are we, feeling safe and comfortable so close together. I knew this night no matter who is around I had to do something to help my loving captain.
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The day was long and hard but as I saw him take over his final turn at the wheel I slipped down into the captain’s quarters. With me, I carried a small bag holding just a few supplies to add a little something to the room. Quickly I grabbed out a few candles of amber shades, scattered them around the room; lighting them as I went. Beneath a picture of silver mountains I scattered soft sunflower petals around even more amber candles. Against the mahogany of the room the amber candles created a glow of romance. Now all I could do was wait.
As the light through the window faded knew the time was near. My captain would return from his final stroll around the deck soon. Bending my knees, I settled myself on the floor at the foot of his bed to wait.
As I noticed the light from the window had faded to dark I heard stomping in the hall. Nervous about the foul mood he appeared to be in already I shivered but did not move from my spot. Watching the door, I sat still as it began to open.
Not moving, I watched his face as he took in all the candles and the sunflower petals on the higher shelves. I could tell he was confused but he still had not seen me. I still made no move to let myself be known and watched as his eyes took in the amber romance that lit the air. Finally his eyes moved lower and he saw me kneeling.
“Amanda?” he questioned.
“Hello, my captain.”
Closing the door softly he came to stand in front of me. Holding his hand to me he whispered, “Amanda, what tis the meaning of this?”
Grasping his hand and standing I ask, “The meaning of what sir?”
“God, Amanda you know what I am meaning. Why are you here, in my room with all these candles and petals?”
“My captain, do you not approve?”
“Ahhh, my sweet wench, you know I love it. I am just confused as to why.”
“I see pain each morn in your eyes,” I whisper as I stroke his cheek. “I only wish to ease that pain.”
“Ahhhh Amanda, I do not believe that pain can be eased.”
“I can at least give you a way to forget it,” I smile impishly up at him. Becoming bold I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his neck, each cheek and then lips. I try to take it deeper but he holds back. Instead he leans back to let me lick and nibble on his neck for a bit. I am a bit surprised, he does not respond to this as I had expected instead his hands remain steady at his sides.
Becoming a bit bolder I let my teeth graze his neck and then lick the red marks they left behind. At that I feel a smack across my bum and gasp. Looking up into his eyes I see him watching me with a slightly amused expression in his eyes. Emboldened I slowly graze one hand across his chest, lazily tracing designs around his nipple. Occasionally I would flick the tip with my finger. I smile as I see that he is enjoying this more then he cares to say; his nipples are suddenly very hard and all I hear is “you know that would be making me wild My wench,” growled lowly above my ear.
Leaning up a bit more to nibble on his ear lobe I whisper, “Your wench am, I now?” My other hand snakes from his back now to play with his other nipple flicking it gently.
“Aye...tis My wench you are amanda. My sweet wench,” he whispers as he pushes against my fingers; making his chest very hard and taut as his breathing quickens. His hands remained by his side, letting me play while an amused and loving look shone on his face.
Feeling a bit devilish my hands slide down to his waist and begin to draw his shirt up, higher and higher dipping down I place gentle kisses on his stomach and abs climbing higher as his shirt does. I feel him tremble all over both with surprise at my boldness and the strong overwhelming desire that washes over him. Finally his shirt is at his shoulders and he raises his arms for me to slip it over his head and off of him, leaving him standing there in his breeches and boots.
Placing a few more kisses along his chest I slide my hands down his arms and gently grasp his hands. Pulling him to follow; I whisper, “Come lay down, my Captain.”
Together we reach the bed and I push him gently onto it, face down. He moves to turn and I stop him, “No, my Captain, please stay as you are. Your muscles are so tense I would like to give you a good backrub.” I nudge him to move up onto the middle of the bed and to lie quietly. As soon as he is settled there I quickly rub my hands together to make sure they are warm.
Kneeling on the bed beside him I lean forward and gently begin to massage the tension within his shoulders. My hands start soft against the hard muscles but the pressure is hard and steady in working the knots so visible in through his skin. I slowly work my hands all the way across his shoulders and can see his breathing start to even out even before you muscles start to loosen. Unable to reach all the way across his shoulders to really reach both sides well I decide to straddle his waist until I work my hands down that far.1

Throwing caution to the wind I tremble as I shift on the bed to straddle his waist. At that simple contact I remove my hands for a second; trying to gain control of the feelings rushing through me. Even in this innocent way having him between my legs makes my pulse race. I know my cheeks have turned a bright pink.2

He must have sensed my hesitance for he shifted a bit trying to look at me. "Amanda, what tis wrong?" he asks, with a voice full of concern.3

"Nothing to worry about, my Captain," I answer steadily. Reaching once more into the bag I had placed beside the bed I pull out a small bottle of oil. Pouring some into my hand I quickly return the bottle to where I had gotten it from, rub my hands together to make sure the oil is warm before I begin to massage his shoulders again. The relaxing scent of the oil is like him; warm, sensual, musky, with a hint of something sweet.4

As my hands tend to the contours of his back he sighs and his breath evens out. I smile, he has fallen asleep. As his breathing remains slow and steady I continue to rub the knots calming them. As my hands get lower on him I scoot back just a bit for better access. Keeping my hands in constant motion I marvel at the beauty and smoothness of the skin I have beneath my hands. 5

Thinking he was still sleeping I lean forward softly and place a gentle kiss upon his neck, and slowly trace my lips across the muscles of his shoulders. I feel a slight movement and look towards his head; he has angled his face to watch me in silence. Blushing I stutter, "I'm sorry, my Captain, I didn't mean to wake you. I just couldn't help myself."6

"Don't apologize, Amanda," he whispers. "Sit up a bit, I want to turn over."7

I moved to sit beside him but he grasped my waist and growled, "No, stay here just let me turn." Doing as he said I sat up and gave him the room needed to turn over. 8

Grasping my waist again he pulled me back down so that I was sitting on him. His hand reaches up to graze over my cheek, his finger finally tracing my lips lightly. Bravely, I thrust out my tongue just enough to taste his finger; the sweat of the hot day, the salt of the sea and something more, something just him. He smiled and I blushed.
“Always blushing aren’t you?” he chuckled.
I couldn’t answer and the pink of my cheeks blossomed to scarlet.
Slowly his hands began to slide up my sides, his thumbs brushed the sides of my breast but he did not stop there; his hands continued to rise until they were settled on my shoulders. “Come here, my sweet wench,” he whispered while pulling me to lie upon his chest.
As his hands guided me down, my heart raced and my breathing became uneven. I wanted to tell him of my love but feared his response, so instead I buried my face against his chest and mouthed the words against his skin. Turning my head I simply lay upon his chest and listened.
His heart raced against my cheek; I wondered what the meaning of it was. His hands slid from my shoulders; one to wrap itself within my vibrant auburn hair while the other tightened itself around my back, holding me close. He gently tugs at my hair, making my head turn to face him. Pulling me closer his lips touch mine so gently.
The kiss was as gentle as a soft wind within the month of April; a sweet touch of the summer sun’s heat whirling through the soft warmth of spring. A soft sigh escaped my lips as his lips released their hold on me. Peaking through my lashes I watched his face; his eyes so deep confused me, emotions within them I did not recognize.
Bending his head so slightly again he kissed my hair, then forehead, then just the tip of my nose, to once again land gently upon my lips. This kiss was more; twas not the simple soft wind for there was fire in this one. His lips danced upon mine as he sought entrance to taste more. Forcing a sigh out of me his tongue entered to caress the insides of my mouth and urge mine into a dance for lovers.
As our mouths dance together one hand reaches to wrap around his neck while the other traces intricate designs across his chest. His lips upon mine send currents of passion through me and I feel as I’ve never felt before. The love I have for my Captain is matched with the fiery passion I have for my Captain. My ears have heard sweet words whispered from his lips, my cheeks have felt the brush of his rugged hands upon them and my lips have danced with his before but I yearn for more; my body yearns to be taken by this man, to be loved, to be made whole, and to belong to him.
These thoughts terrify me, especially the want to belong to him. I have never belonged to anyone; yes, I’ve been dominated and controlled all of my life but never truly belonged to the person. To just know that I am his and he is mine; together through the good and bad, the present and the future, and to know neither of us shall be lonely again. I want to take control and seduce this man but the simple strokes of his hand upon my back leave me with no defenses and so I succumb to the simple and silent passion with him; just the sweet caresses and mind numbing kisses.
Taking control once again I tear my lips free of his and kiss my way down to his neck. There I pause and between licks, nibbles, and kisses I gather my inner strength, the true wench, in order to continue on. Taking control I bring my hands to his sides and bite harder; leaving just a bit of a tooth print on his neck. Working my way down I now lick and bite him; leaving my print upon his weathered skin.
Coming upon a nipple I first tweak it with the fingers of my right hand; hearing his gasp, I smile. Lifting my eyes to him, I see he is wide eyed with wonder as to what I shall do next. Still watching him through my lashes I lean down and barely touch this hardened peak with my tongue; his chest rises with a sharp intake of breath. Still gathering my strength I lean closer and draw the point into my lips to pull at it gently. I feel his hands come up and both grasp my shoulders; not moving me just holding on. Keeping my fingers upon this one to twist and pull, I lick my way to the other; giving it the same attention I gave the first.
His breathing was sharp while his heartbeat raced. His hands gripped my shoulders. Through my lashes, I could see his eyes had closed. A look of shock and pleasure etched into his face; from that look I gathered a bit more of my strength.
My hands left his chest, while my lips and tongue continued their sweet caresses upon his nipple. Down they travel, with a bit of a tremble, to come together at the waist band of his breeches. Gliding my right hand down the front of these pants I feel his hardness beneath. I feel him shudder at this brief contact. This shudder startles me; I glance towards his face and find him watching me intently with lust in his eyes. With more courage than even I knew I had my fingers slowly began to travel the path of his arousal; from base to tip, over and over again just amazed at the feelings coursing though me. My left hand begins to fiddle with the fastening of his breeches, slowly undoing it and opening it wide.
My eyes don’t leave his as I slide down to the end of the bed, settling on the floor. Gently I begin pulling at the boots on his feet and once they are free I set them on the floor beside me. Climbing back onto the bed, straddling his legs he has not moved I reach up and grasp the waist band of his pants. In his eyes I see a bit of surprise for I know he knows my thoughts through the shaking of my hands and the wavering confidence in my eyes. Stopping to gather more strength I watch his face transition between the surprise and lust I had seen before. Grasping the waist of the pants harder I pull them down, scooting back I pull them to just above his ankles. Moving so that I was seated beside him now, I push the pants off of his legs and let them drop to the floor.
Looking from his face; my eyes were greeted with Adonis in the flesh. Fully clothed this man could make any woman stare but clothed only as he was at birth this man took my breath away. I didn’t know where to start and sat in awe of his rugged beauty for a moment.
Slowly with such tenderness I began to run my hands over his thighs. The muscles rippled under my fingertips as they neared the top but I would quickly run them back down his legs to just above his knees. I refused to look to his face for if I did I knew I would lose the courage I had. Leaning forward I kissed each outer thigh and then moved on to softly begin to nibble his left inner thigh, tracing delicate designs all around. Still keeping only to his thighs I ease over and tease the other one with the soft nibbles and licks. Moving slowly I get closer and closer to the prize awaiting me.
I can still feel the muscles in his thighs shaking and could hear him gasp as I continued to get closer. I shakily move to place a kiss at his tip, tasting more of him. The taste new and sensual has the erotic and wild of his kiss but is ever so much more. Hesitating I lick around the head, touching no more then that. Shakily I glance up towards his eyes but they are closed and a look of utter desire and joy alights his face. Becoming braver I kiss it again and slowly wrap my lips around the head; letting just my tongue continue the exploration.
I can feel his muscles tense as though he is holding something back and look up at his face again. A moan escapes his lips as my tongue touches just the tip of the powerful manhood just in front of me. With that groan he grows even harder and the feel of him growing harder with each kiss makes me braver. Closing my eyes I let more of him slip into my mouth and begin to suck. Drawing him in and letting all but the head slip out creates a pattern that raises my pulse and his moans quicken it more.