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Maybe he won’t come at all. Maybe I’ll never see him again. My gut clenches at the thought.
You want to see him??🤔
As I sailed here, I plotted all of the ways I’d make Captain Hook scream. But now that I’m standing in front of him, a scream doesn’t seem quite as satisfying as a moan.
“You missed me, Captain,” I say and toss a peanut shell. “I missed you too.”
We are a dichotomy, the Captain and I. He wants to forget who he is and I am afraid I might not remember who I was.
He winks at me, swats me on the ass, and steps inside. I really am going to murder him. I mean it this time. More than any of the other times before.
He rolls his eyes at me. Bloody hell he has the fucking best eye roll. So sexy and rolly.
“Very well. I’m starving. This looks divine. Thank—” The Crocodile slaps his hand over my mouth. “Rule number three, remember?”
Why can’t you say thank you??
He finally looks at me. A lock of his hair falls over his forehead. I want to swipe it back. I want to touch him so badly it hurts.
And yet some days I am aware that I am driven mostly by fear. Fear of who I am. Fear of who I’m not. Fear of what happens when I face myself in the mirror. To be bold is to be truthful and I am built of lies.
Once upon a time, he was everything I feared and hated. I still do, hate him that is. I no longer fear him. Or at least, I no longer fear him in the same way.
“I can think of one very fun way for you to shut me up.” “Bloody hell.” I grip my drink harder. I’m shocked the clay hasn’t cracked. “I’m talking about blow jobs, Captain.” “Yes, I know.”
AHHHHH🤭🤭🤭
I know beneath it lay hard packed muscle and ridges so deep, I could pour my glass over him, watch the liquor fill up the valleys. I could drink from those rivers.
“Blow jobs are a power dichotomy,” he says and sits up straighter, dusting the shell from his hands. “Most people think that being on your knees and getting railed in the face is a position of submission. But a man is never more vulnerable than he is when his cock is in someone’s mouth. Especially a mouth with sharp teeth.”
“Please accept my apologies.” I reach across the table and pat her hand. “I plan on fucking him tonight so I must decline.”
“Tell me, Captain, are you sober? Do you know what you’re asking for? Because once you have it, there is no turning back.” “Are you insinuating you’re a drug?” I smile showing all my sharp teeth. “I’m insinuating that once you have me, you will not be the same after.”
I’m going to nut in his fucking mouth. My mortal enemy. And he’s going to take it because I’m going to make him.
Alright captain🤪🤭
“Of course. Sorry Jab—” I cut her off. “No one knows me by that name here. Never speak it.”
What name? I gotta know
“Straight to the queen,”
Wouldn’t it be funny if Wendy was the queen 😯😅
“When the queen asks for silence, you obey,” she says. The Captain’s mouth drops open too and he breaks her rule within seconds of her declaring it. “Wendy Darling,” he says. “You’re alive.”
WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!?💀💀
I waggle my finger at my handmaid, and she tests his drink.
So this person is just okay with dying if the drink ever ends up being poisoned 😭😭
“You get six words. More. Harder. Stop. Slower. God. Fuck. Now stop being so difficult and let me take care of you. All right?”
Perhaps it’s time I faced Roc and James and found out what truly brought them here.
You gonna find them fucking😂😂😭
“One,” Roc says, “you come over to the bed and you join us.” My mouth drops open. “Two, you sit in that chair and you watch.”
😯
“Go for it,” I tell him pretending that I don’t care when really my heart is beating so fast, I can feel it on the back of my tongue.
He can hear it though so it doesn’t really matter😂😂
Though he’s been rendered unconscious, he is no less monstrous. But he’s my monster now.
Awe🥺❤️
