Pirate!EnglandxReader Beg for Me Ch4

“Nngh,” you mumble.
You slowly open your eyes to find yourself on a bed in a dark room. “Ugh, I have such a headache,” you mutter to yourself. You try to lift your hand to feel the back of your head but you noticed that when one arm moved the other did as well. You stare at your hands for a minute before your eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounded you. After staring at our hands for a little bit, you can finally see that your wrists were bound up in rope in front of you. Confused, you tried to remember what happened to you. You soon recalled the events and started to fume in anger. You finally remember now. ‘It is all of that pirate’s fault!’ you yelled in your head as you clenched our fists. ‘Why the hell did he bring me here? What am I of use to him?’ After a few more minutes of insulting Arthur in your head, you decided to figure out a way to get the rope off of your wrists since they obviously would not come off themselves. After knotting your eyebrows together trying to think, you finally remembered something. “My knife!” you whisper excitedly to yourself. You always kept a knife hidden in your right boot just in case for something like this ever happened. You never had to use it before so you always forgot about it. The knife was held by a special strap inside the boot so it would be a challenge to take it out. Since your wrists were bound together, you had to awkwardly twist your arms and torso, trying to get a good angle to reach into the boot. After struggling for a couple more minutes, you finally got hold of the knife. You smiled to yourself but frowned again. You were able to get the knife but how on earth are you going to cut yourself free?
You sighed heavily to yourself before propping the knife between your knees. You squished the handle in between your knees, hoping that it would not move. You shifted in the bed until your back was on the headboard. ‘This bed is quite comfortable,' you thought.

“………….”

‘Now is not the time to be thinking about that!” you scolded yourself. You brought your knees as close to you as you can and brought our wrists up to the small blade in front of you. ‘Oh god I hope I don’t cut myself’ you thought. You tried to stretch your hands apart as hard as you can, trying to give more room to put the knife in. You were able to make a tiny space and you quickly brought the rope over your knife, making it rest in between your hands. It took a lot out of you just to stretch your hands but you were determined to get this thing off our wrists. You bit your lip, stretched your hands and started to cut the rope. You decided to cut the rope that was facing you, so you could just push down onto the rope, making it a little easier to cut. You were cutting in a sawing motion but unfortunately, cutting like that was causing the bed to slightly shake, but you really had no other method of doing it. You gritted your teeth as you cut, cutting yourself here and there but honestly, you couldn’t of cared less at the moment. You were so close to cutting the entire rope off, for there was only a strand of rope left to cut. ‘Just one more cut!’ you thought excitedly to yourself.

Before you cut the last piece you had to bring your hands together because they were burning from stretching them while you were restrained tightly with the rope. You took another breath, prepping yourself for the last cut. You were just a second away from freedom, until you heard footsteps outside the door, walking toward the room you were in. ‘Shit!’ you cursed to yourself. You opened your legs making the knife fall onto the bed. Since your wrists were still slightly bound you had to pick it up with both hands, turn around and stuff it under a pillow. You had no time to put it back in your boot. You soon heard the footsteps stop at the door across from you. You could see the shadow of someone’s feet under the crack of the door. You quickly lay down and close your eyes, pretending to still be knocked out. You heard the door being unlocked with a key and heard the door open slowly. Even though your eyes were closed, you were able to notice that the room got a little bit brighter. You being unprepared for this sudden light exposure, your eyes started to twitch until you finally had to open your eyes.
“Ah, you’re awake now.”
You heard that British accent before. The person in the room was none other than Arthur. You seriously just wanted to punch him in the face, considering what he has done to you. When you fully opened your eyes, you saw that Arthur was holding a candle holder with a lit candle in it. You could see Arthur’s face illuminate, making his green eyes lighter than they are. You just stared at him, trying to put on your best poker face, as he walked toward a desk. The light got dimmer as you traveled down his body, taking in what he was wearing. (in other words you were checking him out xD ) Your eyes stopped at his hip, noticing something bulky. You realized that it was a gun. With that fact, you hatched a plan inside your head.

Arthur puts down the candle on the desk. Even with the little light in the room, you could tell it was pretty big. The light showed the many maps and papers on Arthur’s desk and as you got farther away, you could see the silhouette of a couch and a dresser or two.
“Now, what am I to do with you poppet.” Arthur sighed sarcastically as he took of his hat and scarlet coat and put them on the corner of a chair.
“How about letting me go,” you say. Arthur chuckled as he turns to you and walks toward the edge of the bed. He sits down and takes off his boots with his back facing you. Your main concern was the gun sitting in the sheath on his hip. It looked to be a flintlock pistol…typical for a pirate. You darted your eyes up as you saw Arthur looking back at you quizzically. “Were you staring at my backside love?” You were about to make a “as if” face but if you wanted your plan to work, you just had to play along for now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say as you turn your head to the side, not looking at him. You felt Arthur get off the bed and from the corner of your eye saw him walking towards you. You felt his thumb and index finger grip your chin, lifting it up, forcing you to look up at him. “Lovely girls like you shouldn’t be doing such sneaky things,” he says. You could tell Arthur was staring at you hungrily, and it really made you uncomfortable. “Why on earth would I look at you like that? ” you scoff. “You know,” Arthur says as he leans in to your face, his green eyes piercing your (e/c) ones.

 “I am going to have to punish you or talking to me like that, poppet. I am going to have to make you behave.”

 Your eyes widened in fear. You opened your mouth to say something but you were cut off when his lips smashed into yours. You squeaked in surprise and Arthur took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, without asking for permission. Since your hands were still somewhat bound, you tried to push his chest with your hands but he ended up leaning into you, pushing you onto the bed. Arthur’s arm wraps around your waist as his other hand cups your cheek while he straddles you. Arthur soon breaks away form you, needing air. You take this opportunity to toy with him. “I-I’ve never done this before,” you say meekly, a light blush forming on your face. Arthur smirks and leans in towards your ear. “Don’t worry love, I’ll guide you,” he whispers seductively into your ear before nibbling on it. As much as you were enjoying this, you had to stifle back a moan. You didn’t want him to think he broke you just yet. “I promise I’ll turn your world upside down,” he whispers huskily into your ear again before he brings his head up to look at you. Your face was blushing with pleasure and your (e/c) eyes were filed with lust. “Arthur…” you pant to him. “I want you.” “What was that love? I couldn’t hear you,” Arthur asks, a smirk forming across his face. “I want you now! Please!” you demand. “As you wish,” Arthur says. “I promise I’ll make you feel something you’ll never forget.”

He dives in again and brings his lips to yours. You decide to tease him and bite his bottom lip before your tongues meet again, exploring every corner of each other’s mouth. His hands traveled up and down the sides of your body, taking in every curve you have. You could feel him smirk in the kiss, obviously liking what he feels. Arthur soon feels your hands trying to grab onto his pants, trying to look for something. Arthur has a pretty good idea what you are looking for, but doesn’t move to see if his action will vex you. Arthur was enjoying every minute of this and soon would make you scream out his name.



*click.*



Arthur stops cold and slowly takes his face away from yours. He sees your face form into a sly smirk as his moves his eyes towards the side of his head. He could feel a gun pushing into his left temple. It wasn’t (name)’s gun. It was his gun, and (name) was holding it to his head.
“You seriously think I would let you do that to me?” you snarl, pushing the gun toward Arthur’s temple. Arthur was speechless, and the expression on his face was priceless to you. “Now, get off of me,” you demand. Arthur slowly backs away from you while you shift toward him, still keeping he gun locked at his temple. Once the two of you get off the bed, you move away from him, circling around him until you get close to the door, still pointing the gun to his head. “You know,” you say in a mocking tone. “Men are too easy!” You laugh as Arthur shows anger and defeat in his face. “And I actually thought you were smarter than that!” you say. Arthur studies your wrists and asks, “How on earth did you get out of the bonds? I made sure to double knot them and everything.” “Ah, that’s where you were wrong,” you say. You walk toward the bed, keeping an eye on Arthur as you took the knife from under the pillow. You almost forgot you shoved it in there. “I used this,” you say as you hold the knife out in front of you. “I almost cut my way out until you walked in.” “That doesn’t fully answer my question,” Arthur says as he knots his eyebrows together. “Well I wasn’t finished yet,” you raise an eyebrow at him. “When I saw that gun on your belt I knew I could take it by distracting you, pretending that I actually wanted my virginity taken away. So when you decided to make out with me, all I had to do was lead you on while I broke the last strand of rope and take your gun.” You smiled, proud of your accomplishment. Arthur relaxed a little bit and looked at you, impressed. “I underestimated you (name).” You grinned as you put the knife back into your boot while you still held the gun at Arthur. “But you do realize,” Arthur chuckles. “Even though you were able to do all of this, you still can’t go anywhere considering we are in the middle of the ocean now.”

You grimaced at this. He was right. You never thought you could get this far, so the thought never really came to you at the time.

Arthur smiles at your face expression, knowing he is right.
“I still have no idea why you brought me on the ship in the first place but since I am forced to be here, I am considering on forming a deal with you,” you say.
“A deal?” Arthur asks, intrigued on what you would say next. You sigh. “How about this," you start. "I promise to not shoot your brains out as long as you do not violate me or do anything to me that is indecent.” “Is that all?” Arthur interrupts. “And,” you say, “I want to be respected at all times and do the things that I want to do-” “Under my rules,” Arthur finishes. “Ugh, fine,” you say. You still hated this guy’s guts but you didn’t feel like arguing with him.

“Now,” Arthur says. “Now that we have a deal set, I would like for you to give me my pistol back.” You hesitate for a moment, since you don’t really trust him. However, he looked like he meant it so you lower the gun and walk towards him. Arthur sticks out his hand patiently and you smack the gun into his hand. You were about to take your hand away before his other hand grabs your wrist. “What the hell?” you demand. “You think I forgot our deal just like that?” Arthur chuckles. “I just wanted to tell you that when I am with my crew, call me Captain.” “I’ll think about it,” you say as you look away. Arthur lets go of your wrist and walks over to his bed and pats the left side, looking at you. “There is no way I am sleeping in the same bed with you,” you mutter. “You don’t really have a choice love, the couch is broken…unless you would like to sleep with one of my crew members?” You cringe as you stomp over to the other side of the bed, kick your shoes off and go under the covers without saying a word.
“You have quite some temper there (name),” Arthur says to you, feeling his smile pierce you from under the covers.
 “Bite me,” you hiss as you turn onto your side.
“Goodnight to you too.”