Killian Jones One Shots

On My Knees

The first thing I was aware of was how warm the air around me was. I stood naked in the center of the cabin and there was something tied over my eyes. It wasn't tight enough to be painful and whatever the fabric was made of it was soft and carried a familiar scent to it. Despite the humidity of the day and the waters we were traversing I shivered with excited anticipation. If I listened carefully I could hear the sea breeze blowing through the rigging high above the deck and the scent of it carried through the open windows to blow my hair against my lower back. It tickled and I did my best not to flinch or shake my head as I followed my orders to stand before him.

It was a game we rarely had the time to partake in but being ahead of schedule on our ship's course and in calm waters gave us both a chance to relax and let go of our duties. Even if it was just over the course of lunch. We'd eaten light, fresh fruit and grog that had chilled in the belly of the ship... I could still taste the oranges against my lips when I licked them.

The sharp intake of breath that came from where I knew he was sitting brought me to lick my lower lip again. Slower, and more methodical this time before I ended it in an enticing bite. I could feel my captain's gaze wandering over me. Lingering on my breasts and making my nipples harden into sharp points as my thighs became drenched. We'd only just begun out endeavor but already my core was aching to be touched, to be filled. By the only man I would ever allow to touch me. To see me at my most vulnerable and at my strongest of moments. We were in love but saying so barely scratched the surface of all that lay between us. He was my home, my safe haven, and I was his peace. The calm in his storms that kept him grounded while still building him up and helping be the best that he could be. We were stronger together than we ever were on our own and while we often had disputes, we also knew how to move past them and strengthen our bonds.

A shifting sound in the room distracted me from my thoughts and I could tell he's moving. I'm not afraid despite not being able to see because I know that I'm in good care. We have our rules and our limits and we stay within them and we trust one another. Inexplicably. And despite the fact that I asked for this, laid out exactly what I wanted to happen and I knew what was coming before it did, I was still burning with excitement. Giddy like a child on Christmas morning and barely able to contain myself, a smile broke out on my lips and I did my best to suppress it.

When he was directly in front of me I could sense it as his shadow fell over me and he leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath fall against my face. There was no touching though, as he breathed me in, and the anticipation grew as I fought to swallow the lump in my throat. All at once, there was a sensation of cool metal against my feverish skin and it made me jump as he trailed his hook down between my breasts. Each one was lifted against the metal before he flicked each haredened peak and I once again found myself wondering what it would feel like to have him pierce my nipples. If done just right (and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he could do it), I'd heard the needle piercing through could be orgasmic.

My thoughts were interrupted once more as the curve of his hook pressed just into the apex of my thighs and barely made contact with my clit. It was enough, however, to make me gasp audibly and tip my right leg up for more contact. But just as quickly as the touch was there, it was gone. *Damn* *him*.

"On your knees," his voice flows over me like liquid velvet and I melt at the commanding tone he uses. I can't help but revel in the way it reverberates through me and zings its way straight to my core.

"Yes, Captain." I hit my knees and am happily surprised to see that he's taken the care to put down something soft for me to kneel on. Even when in the middle of our game, he takes the time to provide me with care and comfort so I feel at home and safe. It warms my heart and I smile again before opening my mouth at the pressure against my lips.

He slides into my mouth easily and I moan at his taste while bringing my hands up to rest at his thighs that are still encased in leather. The taste of him is as intoxicating as his smell. Leather and just the tiniest hint of his natural sweat mixed with that of his soap. *Fuck*, I love it. His hand tangling in my hair and how he gives me just barely enough time to get into the flow of things before pressing down my throat.