Mia leaned against the bedroom door, already giggling as she adjusted the makeshift corset that barely contained her breasts. "Captain Blackthorn," she called in a breathy, theatrical voice, "I demand you release me at once. A princess of the realm does not consort with scoundrels like you."
Ethan stepped out from the bathroom wearing nothing but a tricorn hat, a sash tied around his waist, and an exaggerated scowl. He twirled a plastic cutlass and grinned. "Silence, wench! You've been captured fair and square. Now, what treasures are you hiding beneath that frilly skirt?"
Mia pressed a hand to her chest in mock outrage. "How dare you! If you touch me, my father the king will have your head."
"Oh, I'll touch you all right," Ethan said, stalking closer with playful menace. "But first, let's see what you're offering in exchange for your freedom." He hooked the cutlass under the hem of her skirt and lifted it slowly, revealing her bare thighs. "No drawers? My, my. The princess is a little slut after all."
Mia gasped, then broke character just enough to wink. "Keep talking like that and I might forget to struggle." She shoved at his chest, laughing. "Unhand me, you brute!"
Ethan caught her wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall. "Struggle all you want, princess. It only makes my cock harder." He ground against her so she could feel the truth of it through the sash. "Tell me, what will you give me to spare your virtue?"
"Anything," Mia whispered, slipping back into the role with a shiver. "Just don't… don't ravish me."
"Too late for that." Ethan released one wrist to yank the corset laces open. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already tight. He dipped his head and sucked one into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make her moan. "Mmm, sweet royal flesh. Beg me to stop, princess."
"Please," Mia whimpered, arching into his mouth. "Stop… or I'll… I'll scream."
"Scream for me then." He dropped the cutlass and slid two fingers between her legs, finding her already slick. "Gods, you're dripping. Is this how a proper princess behaves when a pirate claims her?"
Mia rocked against his hand, her playful protests melting into needy sounds. "It's… it's your fault, Captain. You're so wicked."
Ethan chuckled low and spun her around, bending her over the bed.
"Wicked? You haven't seen wicked yet." He gave her ass a light smack, then another when she pushed back for more. "Count them, princess. Ten for your insolence."
"One," she gasped, laughing between each playful slap. "Two… three… oh, you're terrible."
"Terrible and hard as steel." He untied the sash, letting his cock spring free. "Now, open those royal thighs wider. I'm going to fuck the fight right out of you."
Mia spread her legs, glancing back over her shoulder with sparkling eyes. "Do your worst, pirate. I won't break."
He thrust in with one smooth stroke, both of them groaning at the sudden fullness. "Fuck, you're tight. Squeezing me like you want every inch."
"Yes," she moaned, pushing back to meet him. "Take your prize, Captain. Use me."
Ethan set a steady rhythm, hands gripping her hips. "That's it. Take it all. Tell me how it feels to be fucked by the man who stole you."
"So good," Mia panted, voice breaking with every thrust. "You're so deep… don't stop, please don't stop."
He reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. "Come for your captain, princess. Let me feel that royal cunt flutter."
She came with a cry that was half roleplay shriek and half genuine pleasure, body shaking around him. Ethan didn't let up, chasing his own release while murmuring filthy encouragements. "Good girl… that's my captured slut… milk me dry."
When he spilled inside her with a guttural moan, they collapsed together onto the bed, laughing and sweaty.
Mia rolled to face him, still wearing the crooked corset. "Best roleplay yet. Next time I want to be the strict headmistress and you the naughty stable boy."
Ethan kissed her forehead, already plotting. "Deal. But only if you wear the ruler."
