Chapter 16
Sixteen
WILLIAM
With my arm twisted behind my back, I had no choice but to go where he led me, gritting my teeth against the pain.
A few crewmates shot me pitying looks, and Daisy and Jane looked worried as they were ushered back to their room by Lockhart.
I didn’t know what Damon had in store for me, but based on the looks everyone was giving me, it wouldn’t be good.
The door to his cabin slammed shut behind him as he marched me into his quarters.
He barely paused before shoving me hard, marching me across the room and forcing me face first onto the bed.
Apprehension skittered up my spine. I struggled against him, but he rested his forearm against my back, using the weight of his body to pin me down.
Deft fingers reached under me, untying my breeches. That’s when the panic set in. I struggled harder in protest.
“What the hell are you doing? Get off me!”
The full weight of him dropped onto my back, preventing me from moving. He wasn’t that much taller than me, but he outweighed me in muscle alone and I had no hope of shoving him off me.
“Don't act like you don’t want this,” he growled in my ear, his tongue flicking out to lick the shell. “Be honest with yourself.”
I felt a flush burn the back of my neck.
I thought, or at least, I had hoped, he hadn’t noticed.
I never said anything about what happened that night in his bed.
It felt like ages ago at this point. Things had changed since then.
I struggled against the weight of him, fighting the shiver that ran up my spine when his fingers drifted beneath my waistband to brush over the curve of my ass.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
My body and mind were conflicted, my body fully on board with what he was suggesting. I was half hard when he jerked my breeches below my ass. When his fingers drifted along my crease, goosebumps followed in their wake, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from pushing my hips back.
I shouldn’t want this. It was wrong. We were both men.
What was worse, I was being pinned by a pirate.
And not just any pirate. The dreaded Sea Wolf, captain of the Devil’s Revenge, the most feared pirate crew in the Caribbean.
The man responsible for everything that had happened to Jane.
It wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t kidnapped them.
And yet, despite the arguments in my head, I didn’t say no.
I wanted it. I wanted out of my head. For one single moment, I wanted to let him take control.
He reached for something, keeping me pinned with a hand between my shoulder blades, and then his fingers came back slick, gliding along my crease again.
I continued struggling more out of principle than actual want of him to stop.
Not that I’d ever admit it out loud. And I still didn’t speak a word of protest.
He wasn’t gentle when he pushed a finger inside me.
I gasped at the pinching pain, trying to jerk away from him but having nowhere to go underneath the weight of him.
He didn’t stop, dragging his finger in and out before adding a second.
With each digit he added, the stretch burned, subsiding after a few thrusts of his fingers.
I wasn’t sure whether I hated it or if I craved more.
When I tried to push myself up, he paused long enough to pin my arms behind my back again, leaning his weight on my trapped wrists.
Then he went back to fingering my ass, drawing noises from me I had no hope of repressing.
His fingers twisted and curled, almost like he was searching for someth–
“Ah, fuck!”
Pleasure like nothing I’d never experienced flooded my system and sparks exploded behind my eyes. He’d found a spot that wiped all the fight from me, drowning me in pleasure until I was moaning into the bedding. Why did that feel so good?
“That’s it. Good boy. Imagine how it’ll feel when it’s my cock.”
My hips bucked, humping the bed and pressing back into his fingers. He grazed that spot over and over, keeping me moaning and writhing until he could get what he wanted from me.
“Tell me you want my cock,” he demanded.
All the fight I’d come in here with was gone. My mind was white with pleasure, and I didn’t have the capacity to come up with something to say other than, “Please…”
“Please what?”
He pressed harder on that spot, ripping a shout from me. I almost reached completion, but then his fingers left me abruptly, leaving me feeling empty and needy.
“Please!” I tried again. The emptiness felt awful.
I wanted to be filled. Wanted more of the pleasure he’d been giving me.
Wanted to stay out of my head for longer than a few moments.
But I could hear it in his voice. He told me he wouldn’t take someone without their consent.
My silence wasn’t enough for him. If I wanted it, I had to say it.
His slick cock glided along my crease, taunting me with what I wanted but couldn’t say out loud. I didn’t want to admit it out loud.
“Tell me, Will. Tell me what you need.”
“Y-You,” I gritted out. “Please…”
“Please what?” he purred again. He was tormenting me.
He knew what I wanted. He wouldn’t give it to me unless I gave in and asked for it.
I hated him. Hated the smug grin in his voice, the rough grip on my wrists.
Hated when he pulled away after I thrust my hips back, chasing the motion of his cock.
He teased me until I couldn’t take it anymore, until the need outweighed the humiliation.
“Please fuck me!”
I muffled it in the bedding, my face burning from embarrassment, but he didn’t demand I say it again. Instead, he repositioned himself, notching the head of his cock against my hole, and pushed inside me.
“Fuck…” I croaked, every muscle in my body tensing against the pain. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, my ass clenching around his length. He groaned, resting his forehead against my back.
“You have to relax. Breathe, sweetheart.”
The term of endearment made my stomach flutter. I tried to do as he asked, drawing in one slow breath after the other. My ass throbbed, the sting unbearably unpleasant, but after a few breaths, I focused more on the feel of him inside me instead of the pain.
He was thick, hard as steel, and he groaned every time I clenched unconsciously.
The sounds made me shiver, and the sting settled a little.
More slick wetness spilled onto my ass, around my hole, making me gasp.
It smelled like coconut and eased the way for his cock.
Damon rocked his hips, pushing inside by increments, and once his hips pressed against my ass, the throbbing faded to a dull ache.
“Alright?”
I nodded, letting out a slow breath, not trusting my voice to speak. It hurt enough that tears burned my eyes, but I would never admit that to him. I kept my face buried in the bedding, waiting for him to continue.
When he didn’t, I jerked my head over my shoulder, glaring at him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Getting impatient?” A slow grin took over his face and another wave of butterflies swelled in my belly. I pushed the feeling down, squeezing my ass to get him moving. He grunted, his hips thrusting in response, and pleasure like lightning shot up my spine.
With each thrust of his hips, the pain faded, replaced by pleasure so intense, I couldn’t even begin to describe it.
I moaned into the bedding like I was a whore being paid to do it, shoving my hips back to meet him halfway.
He was rough, his grip on my wrists unwavering, the sound of his skin slapping against mine loud in the cabin.
All the while, he murmured against my ear, sending shivers down my spine with his filthy commentary.
“Good boy. Take my cock. Moan for me. Tell me how much you love it.”
I couldn’t answer him, even if I wanted to.
I was too busy trying not to scream. He shifted, changing angles just enough to hit that pleasure spot dead on, and my body writhed from the assault.
My release swelled, my whole body tensing in anticipation.
I sucked in a sharp breath and held it, afraid one wrong move would stop the pleasure before I could come.
Damon growled in response, bucking harder, and the rough slap of his skin against mine was what shoved me over the edge.
I bellowed into the bedding, my hips jerking as my release spilled on the sheets beneath me.
Damon’s fingers dug tightly into my hips, his movements stuttering.
I felt his dick pulse inside me as he came with a snarl, the knowledge of him filling my channel with his seed dragging another spurt from my cock.
We both went limp, Damon barely keeping his weight from crushing me as he laid on top of me. His fingers pried from my wrists, and his thumb stroked the sensitive skin, helping return the blood flow.
“Do you feel like you’ve learned your lesson?” he asked offhandedly.
I couldn’t help it. I barked out a laugh, not reacting fast enough to muffle the sound. “I hate you.”
He hummed, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Not all of me.”
This time, when I pushed away from him to roll over, he didn’t stop me. He dropped onto the bed beside me, sated and relaxed as he lounged with one arm behind his head, like a king in his castle.
Surprisingly, my mind was blank for the first time in days.
No more white noise, no more overwhelming guilt.
I had questions. Plenty of them. But most of them were about what we just did.
I knew in theory that men got with other men, but I didn’t really know the mechanics of it before now.
And the pleasure I got from it made me wonder why anyone would want anything different.
I huffed out a laugh, staring at the ceiling, until Damon spoke again.
“What?”
I shook my head. “It’s nothing. I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What happened in the brig. But five minutes with you and I feel like I can finally think straight.”