Jaime certainly was one who wanted control in the bedroom. Isabela wasn't about to let it go, not yet. His body was betraying him, she couldn't let herself slip now even though it wouldn't be long before her own body betrayed her. It was difficult to keep control of herself in this situation, but she needed to manage to keep it. She wasn't so easy to breakdown in the bedroom when she didn't want to be. Had this turn of events occurred when she'd just gotten into port after spending months at sea, then yes she would've broken by now. But that wasn't the case here. The pirate was also realizing that this was a battle that had the probability to rage for days. The thought alone was enticing and she wondered how long their stamina could hold out for that.
"I can say the very same for you liking to control things. Now as for the punishment, are you going to spank me or is there some other dastardly punishment on your mind?" Oh she loved the banter, the struggle for control. Though the words he chose to say about what he'd do to her if she removed her corset sent a wave of heat through her body. Yes, she knew what he would do, and by the Maker she wanted it.
And then his hand finally slid under her skirt and it was her body's turn to betray her with a shiver of anticipation. Isabela had little knowledge of just what her skirt was doing to him. She had an overall idea of what her outfit of choice did to him, it would do much the same to most men, but the full effect she was getting form it she hadn't foreseen. Though if she did know, she'd undoubtedly wear the skirt in public, just to tease him for what it did and didn't conceal.
When he rubbed her, her gaze didn't waver from his, but a very soft groan was her verbal response to the action. She was further betrayed by her body when she felt herself getting wet from the touch, from knowing what would come once the clothes were removed. Provided they actually got that far given both of their stubbornness.
"Bollocks, you are infuriating with your blasted stubbornness," she cursed. But she still wasn't relenting even as her body was weakening. "I heard you, I'm not deaf, you know." She slid one hand down his torso, teasing it down towards that growing hardness. "I bet you want me to touch you, coax you to get harder with my warm hands." Two could play at that particular game of enticing words, and her fingers dared to trail below the waistline of his pants.