Recompense

He climbed up the bed and put a knee on each side of my head. Putting a hand on the wall, next to the portal window.

My stomach sunk and I stared up at him worriedly.

He grasped that swollen staff and tipped it down to brush it over my lips. It was a metal rod coated in soft cushioning so strange in its texture but shockingly warm as he barely teased at my lips with the tip.

"Open your mouth." He coaxed.

I hesitated.

"Do what I say, or I swear I'll throw you to my men."

I’d never survive that. There’s too many.

“Do it now, Plaything.” He commanded. Voice hardening in a way that warned me there’d be hell to pay if I didn’t comply with his orders.

I’d heard of sailors having their way with women. Ravaging them until they perished.

I don’t want to die.

***

I obeyed. My lower jaw snapping open.

He frowned at the sight of my opened mouth. "Curl your lips over your teeth. Have you not done this afore?"

I shook my head but obeyed again. Ignoring the disgust at my own cowardice as I turned my mouth into an 'o'.

He pushed his member into my mouth. Deep in. It put pressure on the back of my throat. Stretching the pliable flesh. Molding it to fit him.

For a moment I thought I couldn't breathe. Flailing wildly and trying to toss my head for fear I’d be suffocated.

But he moaned in pleasure and slowly retracted from my mouth. Slipping along my lips. And relieving the pressure. I inhaled a fast bit of air through my nose for fear I’d not get another chance.

What’s he doing to me?

"Close your lips around me." He ordered. Pushing lightly on the bottom of my lower jaw to indicate what he wanted.

I softened my mouth. Feeling the strange sensation of hot flesh enter it again. Pushing along the back of my neck, then bending slightly to follow the curve of my throat. The tip stretching me more to make a pathway for his hard shaft.

My fingers flexed and curled as I tried to move my head side to side. My chest rising and falling as I struggled for air.

"Breathe through your nose." He directed in a calm voice. Warning me of what he planned to do next. "I'm going to fuck your mouth, Plaything."

My eyes widened on him. Turning to huge saucers. My cheeks sunk in against the sides of his cock as he was embedded in my mouth.

“The more you relax, the easier it will go.”

I obediently inhaled as he withdrew.

He slid in and out between my lips. Getting harder by the moment and pushing in further. Picking up his pace. He adjusted his weight so hips were pressed against my chin and began thrusting in and out more aggressively.

I could feel the hard flexing of his buttocks pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I tilted up my head to keep the pressure off the back of my throat. It eased some of the discomfort and made me feel as if I could get air more accessibly.

However, it allowed him to go in deeper. And with each wild stroke, he became more forceful. Jutting forward and back as he moaned in pleasure. Drawing closer to his climax.

"You've a velvet mouth. Oh God...That feels so good." He licked his lips. "Look up at me."

He was staring down at me. His gaze burning into me as he awaited me doing as he’d directed.

I can’t. The sense of vulnerability of seeming weak while his member was stuffed in my mouth seemed an awful prospect.

But I didn't want to look up. I knew my eyes were watering. And I was so ashamed of what was happening.

He reached down and lightly slapped my cheek. "Look at me while I fuck your face, Sweetheart."

I blinked my eyes open.

"Good Girl." He groaned. Stroking more on the top of my mouth now. Letting the curve of my throat guide his cock down my neck. "That's a good girl.”