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Loving the Heartless	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone from Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did I would have a mansion and 12 cars by now. This is just for fun and I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
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WARNING!!: ‘Public’ Humiliation, Pet/Master Dynamics (Sorta), ‘Public’ Punishment, Tentacle Rape (Sorta)
Author’s Note: *cough* And here, Jones is a jerk.

Chapter Six: Kneel and Obey!
    Looking up at the legendary pirate beside her, Sarah could scarcely believe he was really there. Tightening the grip she had on his jacketed arm, the dark haired female lead him to the docks and right up to her ship. Despite the praise Jones had given her earlier, the young woman found herself nervous. She was a greenhorn compared to the supposedly immortal being beside her, who was she to think she could come close to winning his admiration. As the noble male beside her looked over her ship with critical eyes, she couldn’t help but fidget. After what seemed like an eternity, Jones pulled back to give her an approving smile; nearly making her collapse in relief. “Tis a fine ship,” he announced, slight amusement in his stormy eyes.
    “Aye, she’s weathered many a storm with nary a complaint,” Sarah replied, patting the wooden hull affectionately.
    “Yet I noticed somethin’s missin’,” replied a voice right by her ear, making pleasant shivers run up her spine.
    “Aye, a name. Just like meself. I was hopin’ t’ask,” she began, tapering off when her nervousness made it impossible for her to speak. Her small hands played nervously with the hem of her red shirt as she avoided looking at him.
    “I would be honored,” came a delighted purr by her ear as a hand tightened on her shoulder and spun her to face her companion. The tall, noble looking male only smiled down at her, affection clear in his gray eyes.
    Relief and happiness flooded the thirty-six year old as a glowing grin slowly appeared on her pale face. The much taller male beside her only ruffled her hair affectionately before returning his gaze back to the huge ship. “But first, we must give ye a proper pirate name. I hear ye still haven’t chosen one,” Jones stated from beside her, light irritation and worry tinging his accented voice. The disapproval in his voice made her feel like an errant child and she had trouble meeting his stormy gaze.
    “You said you were going to give me one when you came back,” Sarah replied quietly, staring down at the wood of the dock while her heart thudded in her ears. Despite the dangers of sailing the seas under her given name, the piratess had simply been unwilling to take a name. She knew it was childish, but she had wanted to give Jones the opportunity to christen her and her ship. With her gaze fixed firmly on the dock, she missed the exasperation leave her companion’s face to be replaced with surprise and a touch of something tender.
    “Aye, that I did. Tis high time I kept tha’ promise,” the captain announced, turning her to face him. A gentle smile graced his lips and it even seemed like some of the gray had receded from his hair. Even his face had more color to it and was looking less gaunt, as if just being around her was restoring some of his life. A fact that made her heart wobble happily in her chest.
    “From all I’ve heard ‘bout ya and yer crew, I think I have t’perfect name fer ya,” he rumbled, the corners of his eyes crinkling from happiness and some pride as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
    Finding herself rather breathless, Sarah gazed up at Davy with a shy but attentive gaze. The fact that she was infamous enough for the captain of the dead to hear about still filled her with a sort of embarrassed pride. Her heart clenched with a pleasant pain as her eyes met his and she felt the urge to taste his lips once more. “I, Davy Jones, give ye the name of Flame ‘Wolf of the Seas’,” he declared, an odd emotion swirling in his stormcloud gaze as he stared down at her.
    “Flame... I like it,” she sighed, unable to break eye contact with the man towering over her.
    “Aye. Ye be a little spitfire, have been since ye were but a spit of a gel. Now that ye ‘ave yer own crew, ye’ve become a fierce Captain. Ye’ve done yer parents proud,” he declared, pride and deep affection swirling in his warm glance.
    “And yer fine ship shall be known as ‘Full Moon,” he continued, before pulling her into a loose embrace. One of his dextrous fingers tenderly traced her pale cheek at his cloudy gaze met her sea-green one. Lost in his eyes, Sarah found herself wrapping her fingers in his short, graying locks and tugged him down for a fierce kiss.
    Jones stiffened against her for a few moments before he simply tightened his hold on her and angled his lips over hers, his tongue begging for entrance against her pliant lips. Groaning into the fabled captain, the now shaking female opened to him and allowed him to swallow her gasp of surprise as he eagerly entered her mouth. His tongue swirled within her mouth as if he was trying to memorize her taste while his hands clutched her back and held her tight against him. Her entire body became a swirling fog of lust, love and longing, only to have the magical moment interrupted by a clearing throat.
    Pulling away from her companion with reluctance, Sarah turned to see Jack Sparrow smirking at them. Instead of releasing her, Jones’ hold on her tightened; causing her to look up at her fellow pirate with confusion. The legendary male’s brow was furrowed and his warm gaze was now cold and hard with rage. “Ya gonna introduce me t’yer ‘friend’,” Jack purred, his dark eyes full of arrogance and mocking as he walked up to them.
    “It seems you two have already met,” she replied, looking between the two men with growing concern.
    “Indeed we have, though I can’t say it was a pleasant meeting,” Jones growled, his voice seething with barely contained rage.
    “I have the exact opposite recollection,” Jack returned, still smirking like a cat that caught a mouse. Sarah only sighed as realization slowly dawned upon her. Her friend and partner had made a shady deal with Jones to get the ‘Pearl’, a deal that had probably ended up only benefitting Sparrow only in the end. Her suspicions were only confirmed by the tightening of Jones’ arms around her, as if he was trying to protect her.
    “Captain Jones just christened me and my ship with a name Jack. Isn’t that great?” she asked in a too loud voice, squirming within Davy’s iron tight grip to face her partner of four years.
    “Did he now?” Jack whispered, his brown eyes gaining a bit of a jealous edge to them. Sarah sighed in frustration from the sight of it. She had told her fellow captain years ago that things would never be more than friendly between them. At the time he had accepted whole heartedly but now it seemed her words had fallen on deaf ears.
    “Jack!” she bit out in a warning tone, her turquoise eyes shining dangerously as she glared at him. Thankfully that seemed to get the message across and the dreadlocked male reluctantly bowed to Jones.
    Feeling the ferrier of the dead puff up behind her, Sarah looked up to see a look of utter possession on his gaunt face. His stormy eyes stayed locked on the other male as his hold on her slowly loosened. Then he was taking a couple steps toward the shorter man, stretching out a pale hand to shake. Jack looked at Davy with a clear gaze of distrust before reluctantly giving the other pirate his hand. Jones tensed, glaring slightly as he gave Sparrow’s hand a brief shake while keeping one arm firmly around Sarah’s waist. “Keep her safe,” the Captain of the ‘Dutchman’ hissed, his icy voice holding no room for argument.
    “Always,” Jack hissed, determination and anger in his nearly black orbs while he clenched his hands into fists at his sides. Then he nodded to them both, turned on his heel and stalked away.
    Even after Jack was long gone, Jones couldn’t seem to relax. He seemed reluctant to release her at any part of their time together. Some part of his arm was always in contact with her and he even seemed to have an aura about him that kept other men from coming too close. Even Joe kept his distance, only waving to her from several feet away. A fact that rather amused Sarah. Still, it was all too soon that she was finished showing him around. “That’s all there is,” she sighed, gesturing to the sides with her arms while he held her close to his side.
    Jones only smiled down at her, a faint relief on his well-bred features that puzzled her. With a look in his eyes that made her feel hot all over, the taller male offered his coated arm to her. Licking her suddenly dry lips, the dark haired female looped her arm in his and allowed him to lead her off the ship. “Yer ship is lovely but I am happy to be havin’ ye t’meself,” he rumbled, his gaze fixed on her as he led her down the docks at a fast clip. His heated words nearly left her breathless and it was all she could do to keep up with his hurried pace.
    Once they were away from the docks, he lead her unerringly to the strip of sand that was near her house. “I must admit, when I first heard ye were shippin’ with Jack I thought...,” he growled, almost too quiet for her to hear. Yet hear she did and she immediately putting on the brakes, stopping in place and bracing herself against the pull of his arm. This had the desired effect of Jones jolting to a sudden stop and looking back at her with a mixture of shock and outright concern. Making sure her eyes were locked with his, Sarah took two steps forward and captured his surprisingly cold face in her hands.
    “Never,” she hissed, not meaning just Jack. Ever since she had first met him, she knew there would never be anyone else for her. She had even gone so far as to stop seeing boys period after her first encounter with him on the beach. She had seen the pain his wayward lover had caused him and had become determined to not let him down as well. Even if he eventually left her for his unfaithful female, Sarah had vowed to never take a husband.
    Jones jerked under her hands, a look of shocked disbelief crossing his face. His high cheekbones gave his face an eerily skeletal look and the dark circles surrounding his eyes didn’t help this illusion. “Never...,” he sighed, bitterness and incredulousness in his voice as he tried to pull back. Instead of allowing him to back away, Sarah tightened her grip and frowned at him until his gaze met hers once more.
    “Never!” she hissed in a much more firm voice before taking his lips in a possessive, hungry kiss. Her hands held him in place while her tongue demanded entrance to his mouth, entrance that he gave with a shocked gasp. Then Jones began returning her fervor, his arms wrapping around her back while her hands tangled in his dual colored hair. Their tongues seemed to be almost dancing until Sarah broke the kiss with a shuddering sigh.
    Resting her forehead against his as best as she could, the panting female once again locked eyes with him as one of her hands came down to cup his cheek. “I know ye belong t’another but... If I don’t say this I’ll never forgive myself. You don’t have to say it back, I just want ye t’listen. I love ye, I’ve loved ye since I first met ye on this beach,” she declared, giving his nose an affectionate peck. Her words seemed to make the feared pirate melt from happiness, a warm, loving smile lighting up his entire face.
    Then he was scooping her up into his arms and whirling around with her clutched to him tightly. Genuine laughter left him in long peals as he twirled her, slowing down and eventually stopping to gaze down at her with eyes full of joy. “Ye love me. Ye kept coming back every ten years. Ye, oh Sarah, ye have no idea how much ye have lifted the soul of this old pirate,” he replied, his eyes twinkling as he peppered her forehead and face with gentle kisses. Yet his grip began to loosen and soon his kisses tapered off as he pulled away from her.
    Sarah didn’t even have to look at him to know what was wrong. As much as it deeply tore at her heart, she forced a reassuring smile onto her too pale face and placed a hand on his arm. When he looked up at her with a gaze full of shame, she only met him with a look of complete understanding. “Even if ye still choose her, my Captain,” she sighed, lifting his hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss on the skin. She didn’t see the guilt ridden, troubled look in Jones’ eyes. Then he was pulling her to him, burrowing his nose in her black hair as his arms tightened around her. His stormcloud gaze stared over the ocean as he seemed to deeply consider something.
    Sarah leaned against her silent companion as they watched the sunset. The remains of their meals were scattered around them but the pair had spent little of their time together actually speaking. Time was spent with cuddling, caresses, light kisses, and lots of touching. As the time grew nearer for him to leave, they both found themselves reluctant to have any space between their bodies at all. Sighing as she looked up at the tense male holding her, the new pirate found herself wishing she could just go with him. If he wasn’t so attached to his wayward lady, she would be at his feet and begging to accompany him.
    When she felt him tense to stand, it took everything she had within her not to tug on him to delay his inevitable absence. Instead, she followed him into an upright position; wrapping an arm around his lithe waist as she nestled into his side. The silent captain only placed one of his hands on her shoulder and rubbed soothingly as the orange in the sky began to deepen. “Come with me to the ocean,” he semi-requested in a quiet, gruff voice, his hand grasping her shoulder in a hard grip as he began to move toward the water.
    Sarah followed him wordlessly, doing her best to swallow her tears as the time grew ever closer for yet another ten year separation. “I ain’t comin’ back,” he sighed, making time seem to freeze as a phantom dagger began to twist in her heart.
    “Wh-what?” she gasped out in a breathless voice. Jones turned to face her, his gray eyes full of sadness as he cradled her face in his hands.
    “I ain’t comin’ back. I can’t. Everytime I see you I... I can’t forget Calypso, she means everything to me,” he continued, his gaze begging for forgiveness while it felt her world was falling apart around her.
    Releasing a ragged sigh, Sarah nodded while holding her bitter tears back. Her heart felt like it was in a tight clamp, filling her chest with a tight, painful feeling. Swallowing thickly, the piratess met his gaze steadily. “I know. I knew that from the moment you told me your name. My father told stories of you and your crew to keep me quiet at night. He never knew I was never scared. I always felt sorry for you, fated to wait alone for a woman who has never shown up,” she replied, forcing a smile that felt weak and brittle.
    “Aye, I have forgotten how long I have gone on like this. Endless years of waiting fer her, only to have me heart broken every time. Until I met ye...,” he sighed, his voice thick with emotion as he stared down at her. Then he was gathering her into a tight hug, burrowing his long nose in her hair and inhaling deeply.
    “I’ll never forget ye or how ye kept comin’ back. Ye’ve shown me more care than I’ve had paid t’me in a dog’s age,” he continued in a gruff voice as he slowly released her. Then he was fumbling at the emerald green sash that adorned his hips.
    “Keep this. If we ever come across each other in our travels, it’ll help me t’know ye,” he urged, pressing the silky fabric into her hands. Unable to stop the tears from truly coming, Sarah threw herself on him and wrapped her arms around his strong neck.
    “I’ll never forget you. Never. I’ll wait! Even if I die of old age, I will wait!” she declared, pressing her lips to his cool cheeks with frantic urgency. Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks but the young woman simply found she didn’t care. To her dismay, Jones pulled her away from him; holding her at an arm’s length while he looked at her with pain filled eyes.
    “Ye mustn’t wait fer me anymore. I won’t be puttin’ ye through what I went through. Ye need t’take my word that I’ll not be comin’ back,” he bit out, the sorrow in his eyes a clear contradiction to the strained anger in his voice. Then he was pulling her into a tight embrace, his hand smoothing over her hair as he began to shake.
    As the light of day slowly left the sky, Jones captured her lips in one last, tender kiss; his lips lingering as if he was trying to memorize the shape of her mouth. Then he was ripping himself from her arms and charging out into the ocean to meet the longboat that was slowly heading his way. If he looked back, he would have seen Sarah sink to her knees as quiet sobs shook her body. If he saw her, he knew he would lose what little resolve he had to give her up. It had to be this way, he could not allow himself to fall in love with this woman while he was still committed to Calypso.
    Clambering onto the boat and keeping his back turned while his crew rowed to his hidden ship, Jones clutched his hands into tight fists as his heart twisted and churned within his chest. Even now his urge to tell the young female he loved her was nearly overpowering. Even now he could forget his committed relationship with the Goddess of the Sea and begin anew with this mortal woman. Steeling himself against the feelings that burned at his very soul, Davy swallowed his sorrow as they grew ever closer to the ‘Dutchman’. Only when he was aboard did he look back to see the small figure of the female still on the beach. As the ‘Dutchman’ began to move, Jones made a silent vow to never feel again. He was done waiting for Calypso.
    A choking sensation, then she was being yanked to her feet as she was forced from her scattered dreams and memories. Barely able to open her eyes fully, Flame was forced onto all fours; a blurred face coming into her vision. “All these years and ye still hunted fer me. What made ye think I’d want anythin’ t’do with ye,” Jones snarled, the tentacles on his face slapping her as her vision cleared. Deciding it was best not to answer, the painfully thin pirate looked up at the beastly captain.
    “Ye stupid wench! I’ll make sure ye know yer place this very day,” he bit out, the valve in his left cheek popping as he straightened and pulled her along by her long, ebony hair.
    Gritting her teeth against the pained noises that boiled behind her lips, the ex-captain followed along on all fours. As hard as it was to keep up like that, Jones hadn’t given her permission to walk normally and she didn’t want to risk whatever was going to happen being worse. He led her to a large mast that jutted from the middle of the deck, his corpse-like eyes scanning his crew as they milled around. “Gather ‘round ye dogs,” he hollered as he yanked her upright by her hair and tying her arms to the huge mast. Then he was tearing her clothes off while the various crew members gathered.
    “This lil whore has been a very naughty gel,” he snarled, shoving her legs open and tying her ankles at the base of the mast. The only warning she got was the sound of his belt before he began to take her hard and rough.
    It was all she could do to keep in her cries of pain, doing her best to relax into the onslaught. Biting her lips at the lovecraftian captain pounded into her mercilessly, Flame prayed for it to be over swiftly. “Ye cannae love this,” he hissed in her ear as he suddenly pulled out of her. She only had a few seconds of reprieve before something slimy and slithery invaded her nethers. Jolting at the odd touch earned her a sharp hit on her ass, making her eyes water as the unusual intrusion continued.
    “Even the presence of me heart doesn’t stop me violatin’ ye when and where I want,” he snarled before he pulled himself from her. The crew around them began to mumble, a few whispering about whether or not the captain would be giving her to them when he was finished. Then he was cutting the ropes and scooping her limp, naked body into his strong arms, his clouded gaze glaring at the ‘men’ that surrounded them.
    “Don’t be gettin’ any ideas. I may give you lot a show but she belongs t’me,” he hissed as he carried her back to his cabin. Once inside, he was throwing her onto his bed and spreading her legs wide to examine her.
    Opting to stay silent, Flame merely stared at the shelf above her. The urn that rested there released a soothing bass pulse, filling the weary female with love and fervent apology. Jones, on the other hand, felt a deep guilt that only served to fuel his smoldering ire. No matter how hard he fought it, it was getting harder and harder for him to treat her with the same disregard he would any of his crew. Just seeing the blood from his most recent assault filled him with a gut wrenching nausea. Glaring up at the object that was causing these unwanted emotions, he tended to her wounds while he plotted how to rid himself of both problems.
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