The Pirate King Ch. 02

"Don't you dare." He reached around and pinched off the base of my cock, leaving it throbbing and painful with suppressed need.

"Sir," I begged, but he just kissed my lower back.

"You can come when I'm inside of you." He gave me another kiss. "Maybe."

At his words, I heard myself let loose a choked moan. His hand tightened around me as I did, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. "Hurry, sir, please," I begged. I felt him begin to rub the head of his cock against my hole, playing with me, keeping me just on the edge of where I wanted to be. I almost cried from it, might have cried actual tears. I was past the point of knowing what I was and was not doing, except what the Captain asked of me.

"Ready?" he asked, and I must have nodded, or gave some other confirmation. I can't remember anything but the pleasure, but the next thing I knew he was inside of me.

How things can turn from anguish to euphoria in an instant. I called out, and he pushed in again, and again, but never as deep as he could, always pulling out before he reached his limits. It was killing me, to still be denied.

I had started out on my hands and knees, but soon collapsed onto my forearms as I shook from the thrill and bliss of it all. I felt myself collapsing even further, felt my face pressing into the bed. My hands wrapped around the ropes, feeling the rough cords under my palms as a tether to reality. I turned so that I could look at my Captain, so he could see what he was doing to me. "Please, sir," I asked him, "go deeper."

He responded by slowing down, by torturing me by making me wait between each thrust. I cried out to him again, my words gravely and loose and shaken. I don't know how I made words at all, except that I needed to, that I needed him. "Please, oh god, sir."

"What?" he asked me. His voice was loose too, shaking loose from his core, but he held it better than I. "What do you want?"

"Sir," I panted. He pulled out and I gasped. As he pressed into me again, too slow, too deliberate, not at all as much as I needed, I told him what I wanted. And what I wanted was him, deep inside of me, as deep as he could go.

I must have used the right words, that time, because he reacted. He gathered up a handful of the shirt I was still wearing, pulling it against my body, pulling as he pressed. He pressed himself against me, still slow and deliberate, but this time he didn't stop. I heard myself make a sound, a half kind of a noise, still holding back, and as I did the Captain leaned down and whispered to me, "Scream."

And I did, curses pouring from my mouth unhindered.

At the sound of my voice, he released his hand from the base of my cock. "Come," he commanded, stroking my incredibly sensitive shaft, and somehow the word reached my ears just as his hips pressed against mine and he was fully inside of me.

It felt so much deeper this way, somehow, and I came instantly, almost collapsing flat on the bed from the force of it. I cried out, wordlessly, a torrent of sounds to match the release I felt streaming from my core. If not for his strong arms holding me up, somehow keeping my hips where he needed them, it all would have been over then. Instead, he was able to keep riding me, his hips keeping a motion that made me moan and shout, the aftershocks of the incredible orgasm he had given me pushing me past the point of knowing what came out of my mouth.

I could feel him inside of me, and I called out to him, told him I wanted him, begged him for more, and he gave it all to me, everything I wanted in that moment. And in that moment, all I wanted was his cock thrusting deep within me. In that moment, all I wanted was to be here, before him on my hands and knees, and I couldn't begin to care what that meant.

He was getting close, getting to where he needed to be, his hands tightening on my body, his rhythm growing faster, his answers to my pleas growing hoarser and more stunted. I could feel his desire in the way he gripped my hips and I responded, rocking back against him and calling for him, asking for more, always for more.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

It startled him, I think, and he slammed into me with more force than he'd intended. "Fuck," I screamed, but it was pleasure not pain. I turned my head into the bed.

"Fuck off," he roared at the door. Then he reached down and lifted my head from the cushion by my hair. "Loud," he panted. "Come on, I need to hear you."

"People at the door."

"Fuck em."

The knock came again.

"Fuck off," he repeated, managing to sound even more pissed. He increased his rhythm, his hand still on my hair, and I couldn't keep the sounds in my throat out of my mouth, didn't even know they were coming from me, just knew I didn't want him to stop, needed him not to stop.

The person knocked a third time.

"FUCK." The Captain shoved himself from my body, causing me to crumple to the bed in a stunned stupor. He strode to the door, ripping it open to reveal three very frightened sailors. "What?"

They gaped at him, naked, shiny with lube and sweat and my cum, and the braver of the three peered around him and found me, tied naked on the bed, gasping for air and dazed.

"Talk," the Captain demanded, and all three began to babble at once. He took a deep breath and held up his hand. There was silence. Then he pointed at the middle one. "You. Go."

"Ship, merchant. Been chasing her for the last 15 minutes."

"And no one came to tell me when she was first sighted because..."

All three blanched. There was a long moment of silence. Then, the designated speaker swallowed. "You sounded busy," he whispered.

The Captain slammed the door in their faces. He was very still for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Fuck me," he muttered. When he opened the door again, the men were all still standing there, wide eyed and shell shocked. "What kind of ship."

The man looked relieved to be on familiar territory. "Looks an Indiaman, Cap. British"

He ran a hand through his hair. "Prep the cannonware, 12 on the side we'll be approaching on and 7 on the other. Half salvos, and get the sails prepared. We'll make a pass and then come about."

The men nodded. One of them, the same one that had let his eyes wander to me, slowly dropped his eyes to the Captain's cock, still semi-hard even after the topical conversation.

The Captain slammed the door in their faces again.

"Fuck," he said. He pushed his hair from his face, gathering clothes and weapons. "Sounded busy."

I moved to get up, but he pointed the sword that he had just acquired at me. "No. This is no place for you, and I'm not fucking done with you. You stay put. I'm finishing what I started when this is over."

Tingles ran down my spine as I nodded, mute in the face of that proclamation.

He rushed out the door, pulling his breeches on as he went. At the last moment, he turned around and pointed at me. "Stay!" he shouted.

I waited all of a minute before I untied myself and ran out the door.