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Break My Wings	By : painfulwhispers Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Jack/Will Views: 3563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
TITLE: Break My Wings
WRITTEN BY: PainfulWhispers
PAIRING: Jack/Will; Will/Elizabeaybeaybe)
RATING: NC-17
SYNOPSIS: Will's paradoxical emotions drown out his love for Jack. How far will Captain Sparrow go to cage his love?
WARNING: M/M; F/M; N/C; Anal; Oral; Lemon; Yaoi; Tort; BDSM
DISCLAIMER: Don't own these lovely characters nor the scenary/setting.
REVIEW: As this is my first story, please drown me in reviews. Don't take pity on me and be honest. I'm a tough cookie who wants to improve. Thanks guys.

No writer's excuses this time. Been awhile but I am back. Little note: This is just a little smut (a little detour) for you guys. I hope you''ll enjoy this. Either you do or you don't, please let me know. =) I'm sorry my chapters are so short. I just don't have enough time to do long chapters. =P

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CHAPTER 07

Elizabeth lay quietly on the bed, facing her husband's golden tanned back. She inhaled softly, taking in the morning freshness seeping into their bedroom through the tiny crack of an open window that overlooked the shores of Port Royal. She gently placed her soft palm against his smooth, muscular back and glided down his spine. There were no reactions on his behalf, but she ignored it -- as she had learned to do ever since his return to Port Royal, two years ago. She slipped her left arm around his chiseled waist and pulled her own naked form up against Will's warm back. His heat permeated her being, and she let out a sigh of satisfaction. Still, Will's body continued its steady breathing and nothing more.

"Will..." Elizabeth whispered softly into his left ear while nuzzling his silky and rosemary scented hair.

Nothing.

"I know you're awake, Mr. Turner," she smirked to hersel she she tried to sound stern and disapproving. "I'll give you till 3," she exclaimed, sitting up on her side of the bed with part of the comforter wrapped around her chest. No response. She arched her eyebrow and started counting, "1...2..." MMy god. He's either dead serious about playing this game or just bloody unconscious... She shook her head, somewhat amusingly.

"I warn you..."

"Or what?" Will responded in an innocent manner and turned around wwidewide open eyes and an exhausted smile. His young wife, surprised by his strange manner, was left in the middle of her mock-threat -- lips slightly parted and speechless. "Was it something I said?" Will continued, with a subtle mischievious gleam in his chocolate orbs, "or something I did...?" Finishing his question on a playful tone, he suddenly reached over and yanked the comforter from Elizabeth's grasp, leaving her in a fury to cover up her nakedness.

"WILLIAM TURNER! How DARE..." Elizabeth cried out more in disbelief than in anger.

"Oh my. You're full-naming me again," Will pouted, enjoying the image of his wife, thrown off guard, "what shall I do?"

Elizabeth, exasperated by his sarcasm, smashed a pillow on his face so hard that feathers went exploding into the air. She looked around at the mess with the guilty eyes of a child who had just spilled ink onto her mother's new white carpet. When her gaze returned to the young mahe nhe noticed a teasingly arched eyebrow and a peaceful smirk across his face.

"Now, now. That was not nice at all. I believe..." he sprang up and tossed her onto her back. Before she knew it, he was on top of her -- caging her with his deliciously muscled arms and keeping her in place with his strong thighs.

"Oh get off" she played annoyance but both knew the truth.

"Uh uh," he wagged a finger, "I believe your misdemeanor calls for a punishment."

"You wn'tn't dare..."

"My dear. You have no idea..." He smiled wickedly.

Though secretly enjoying his dominance, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"What did you have in mind?" she whispered.

"My dear," Will spoke in a matter-of-fact manner as he reached inte dre drawer of the redwood nightstand beside their bed. He pulled a couple of items out but quickly hid them behind his back. "what do you think you deserve?"

"I beg your pardon," Elizabeth sputtered. Incredulous, this man. Simply incorrigible. She straightened up and replied, "Well, my dearest husband, I don't deserve a punishment at all!"

Will mouthed the word "oh," and hife sfe shot daggers with her eyes in response.

"Mm hmm. Mm hmm. I see the problem..."

"WHAT problem?!" She began to feel agitated.

"Denial. Did you know, the key to any problem is to first admit that there is a problem?"

"You are incredible..." she knitted her brows, "what are you planning to do? SPANK ME like a little girl? Bloody christ..."

"A bad girl, but definitely a quick-witted one." Will stated sarcastically as he, with one strong motion, flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped and within seconds realized where he was going with all this.

"Oh you would NOT DARE!" she tried fighting him off, but to no avail.

"Elizabeth..." He laughed as he gently, but firmly gagged her, "...enough of talking, don't you agree? After tying her limbs to the head and foot of the bed, he dragged the comforter back to reveal her exposed body -- most importantly, her sweet round bottom. Just gazing at her anger-drivtrugtruggling naked body, his balls began to pulsate and his cock jumped to life. He crawled back on top of her and placed his weeping tip at her velvety soft and wet entrance, but restrained himself from pushing in. Elizabeth ceased fighting; instead she laid still, panting through the wet rag in her mouth. He rubbed his pre-cum soaked tip over all the sensitive nerves of her wet entrance. Everytime his tip brushed over her clitoris, she'd groan loudly into the rag and a shudder would travel through her body, uncontrollably.

Her mind began to race. She didn't know if she should be angry or pleased with his actions. Amidst her incoherent thoughts, she felt a sharp sensation take hold of her entire body, and she couldn't help but buck wildly. This sensation, though took her by surprise, was not a foreign feeling. It was the feeling of Will securing a clothes pin onto the hard little nub of her clitoris. He knew the endless climatic sensations that it gave his wife and God damn it, he even knew the perfect moment to apply it -- just enough to dangle her over the edge of ecstacy.

She gasped and moaned and screamed without shame and fought to rub any part of her body against his, but it seemed he was always just out of reach.

I'll kill him...God I'll kill him.

Will, himself was suffering from this cruel little torture he was playing on his young wife. His cock was rock hard, and his balls ached from restraint, but he knew that whatever he felt, he was still in control. Her screams grew louder and seemed to build upon the pressure in his cock, and he knew ccontrol was slowly falling out of his hands; he had to act quick.

"My dear...I think you're rather enjoying yourself," he chuckled, trying to feign calmness. She shot furious looks over her shoulder at him, which interestingly increased his excitement. God I love it when she's mad...kind of reminds me...no. I must let the past go... He shook his head roughly as if to shake the nonsensical thoughts out of his mind.

Slowly but steadily, Elizabeth began to break down into a much more docile creature. Her undying desire for completion drowned out her anger. Her protests became plain whining. She begged through her rags in jumbling noises. However, her transformation only encouraged her husband.

"Yes. I know Elizabeth, but I can't let you go unpunished...it just wouldn't be just."

Isn't this enough of a punishment? Questions screamed her in mind.

Without giving her any indication, he brought down a wooden paddle against her bare bottom with all his might, leaving a bright red outline on her flawless skin. She screamed, but the pain was so excruciating that no voice came through. Again, he brought the paddle down -- using equal strength and equal speed. Her body jolted again and again as he spanked her for what seemed an eternity. The clothes pin was being rubbed painfully and incessantly against her sensitive spot -- driving her into insane confusion and chaos. The redness on her skin, quickly turned into brutal spotting and purplish discoloring.

Her eyes watered with tears as she took the hit, one after another. Then suddenly, Will stopped himself, with the paddle in mid-air. He was heaving like a beast ready to pounce on a delicious prey. His clenched fist, slowly unraveled, and the paddle fell onto the bed.

A thought and an image passed through his mind as he looked at his wife: God how I wish this was Jack. How I wish to see him crying in utter pain, shaking his head for me to stop, when in fact his body wants every bit of this. I know because I can see his cock, weeping almost as much as his eyes. The cream overflowing, soaking the covers and setting his balls aglow. How they pulsate...how they yearn to be sucked and licked and bit. God...he's so tight and hot. I can plunge into him over and over till blood joins sweat joins cum joins us in eternity...

When he snapped out of his daydream, Will realized that he was plunging into his wife -- not Jack. Without stopping, he tried hard to once again shake the pointless thoughts out of his head. With the friction and the pressure along with the sound and smell of sex in the air, both Will and Elizabeth came savagely. Finishing, Will gathered up his final strength and cut the bindings, securing his young wife's limbs to the bed. She collapsed in exhaustion and almost instantly, fell asleep with a grin of satisfaction. He, however, could not find relief so quickly. His previous thoughts were both troubling and haunting; the images were as clear as the sun outside their window, but he knew he must deny them. For what's the use of dwelling upon a pirate who probably doesn't even remember his name anymore, muchless the love they had once shared.
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TBC

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