Chapter Eighteen #2
“Not in the least. Takes the pressure off to come up with quick-witted responses.”
He laid the dildo on the mattress where I could see the indecent object—clever man, my captain—and went to get something to muffle my impertinent mouth.
In a moment he was back and holding one of his cravats.
I opened my mouth to make a snarky comment but he slipped the cloth into my mouth and proceeded to knot the cloth at the back of my head.
I cursed, the word muffled behind the gag.
No sooner had I adjusted to the makeshift gag than my eyes went wide as Dinesh’s oil-slicked fingers played at my hole. He wasted no time now that I couldn’t give him a running commentary.
I squirmed and whined helplessly as he stretched me. Then his fingers were gone and the rounded tip of the jade dildo nudged at my tender hole, then slipped in, the object’s thick girth stretching me beautifully.
I gasped at how unyielding the stone was. Certainly, Dinesh’s cock felt like solid steel when slipped into me, but this…this was on a whole other level. The jade was cold at first but soon warmed.
“More?” Dinesh asked.
I moaned and nodded my head, spreading my knees and pushing back on the toy.
“That’s lovely, Rooster. Fuck yourself on the jade prick. Good lad.”
The words he used made everything ten times better.
He held the dildo steady as my greedy arse swallowed the deliciously shaped stone, bit by bit, my groans becoming increasingly ragged. I was very glad of the handle on the end to prevent the object going completely into me.
From the sounds of Dinesh’s harsh breathing and occasional mutters behind me, I must have been giving him quite the show. He wrapped an arm around my waist and told me to be still, at which point he began to move the dildo in and out with practiced care and deliberate technique.
I whimpered as the sensation of being skewered on a smooth piece of expensive stone took all of my will from me. I hung in the ropes, resting against Dinesh’s arm, and let him fuck me with the thing until I was very close to finishing.
But how to let him know that when I couldn’t speak?
I craned my neck, making desperate noises and widening my eyes.
“Already? Goodness, we really have to improve your stamina.”
He continued fucking me with the dildo but circled my cock with the fingers of his other hand and clamped down.
“If you can’t control yourself, I will see to it.”
Then the dildo was gone. I saw the tool fly through the air to land on the mattress before me, whilst the noises of Dinesh fumbling with his trousers preceded his oiled cock pushing into me.
The warmth of his familiar appendage after the cold of the stone was welcome, and I groaned with pleasure, my prick swelling in his tight grip.
“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, burying himself inside me, then beginning the timeless rhythm of copulation.
He bucked and grunted like a wild stallion, fucking me with his massive appendage, whilst I hung in my ropes as helpless as a mare brought to stud, and no less pleased. The very thought was enough to send bolts of excitement through me, as my captain strained and plunged.
The bed frame creaked and the chain rattled, and Captain Martin became more and more excited.
His breathing quickened and his grip hurt my hip, but I didn’t complain as my eyes rolled back from the exquisite sensation of being tupped properly.
He could have given lessons and probably should have. The world would have been better off.
However, I didn’t want to share him. He was mine, all mine, and when he jerked against me out of rhythm, I knew he was finishing, and I shivered with bliss.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cried, slowing his strokes as he wrapped a hand around my cock. “Come on. Come on, my love.”
He tossed me off with a few firm twists of his wrist as he pilloried me with his still-hard cock, and I yelled as I erupted over his fingers, the chain making a terrible rattle above us. I only hoped the restraint would hold. Again.
It did.
I found myself sobbing for some peculiar reason, as if the coupling had taken everything from me and not simply a quart of seed.
“What’s wrong? Are you well?” Dinesh asked, frantically pulling his cravat from my mouth. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. I don’t know what’s happening…” I said through the waterfall of tears and hiccupping sobs, as Dinesh undid the rope holding me to the chain and lowered me to the bed.
“Likely a bit of overwhelm. That was quite something,” he suggested.
“Quite,” Sniff. “Quite something? What the fuck? Are you the master of understatement now?” I sobbed and shook my head. “That was everything. I may have to sleep with that jade cock under my pillow from now on.”
Dinesh laughed. “If you like. I won’t stop you.”
“Like you could. You’d do whatever I asked of you, wouldn’t you? Even though I’m the one tied up in ropes, you are the true servant here.”
“Shh. Don’t ever tell anyone.”
“On my grave, I won’t.”
“Christ, don’t talk about your grave. We came a bit too close for comfort.”
“Aye, we did.”
He spent some time getting me out of his skilful rope work, then helped me stretch my arms and soothed the pressure marks the bindings had made on my pale skin. Pearl still chewed on her hock, oblivious to all else.
“God, I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said after he’d tossed the ropes aside. “When I thought… When I saw you at that rail,” he said, voice cracking, lips quivering. “I was ready to throw myself over after you.”
“To rescue me?”
“Of course. And if I couldn’t rescue you, I would have gone down with you.”
My blood ran cold and I sat up, splaying a hand on his chest.
“No, Dinesh, no. Never. You must swear to me you won’t do such a thing.”
He gazed at me with a desolate expression that conveyed everything he must have felt when he thought he might lose me.
I shook my head, refusing to be soft.
“I need to know whatever happens to me—because we can’t know what the future may hold for us—that you will go on living. And, eventually, go on loving. And go on fucking. And go on tying up pretty men.” My voice quavered, but I meant every word.
A single tear flowed from the corner of his eye, alongside his nose. I reached out and caught the moisture, then lifted my fingertip to my lips, my tongue lapping at the salty drop.
“Because you and I know that’s what life is all about,” I finished.
He nodded, his forehead creasing as he succumbed to his emotions and let himself utter a ragged sob.
Only one. But tears streaked down his cheeks as he laughed at his own vulnerability and nodded his agreement.
Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed my neck like his love for me had saved him. Like I had saved him.
When the circumstance had always been the other way around.