Whoreson

“Oh?” He leaned back to put his other hand on the floor behind him. Pressing my bottom forward on him with my hands behind my back.

It allowed him deeper in me.

“Oh. Oh.” He groaned. “You fit like a glove. Look how slick you’ve made my staff.”

I shook my head and looked at the wall.

He lurched up and gripped my bottom jaw. Forcing my face toward him. “Look at me while I enter you.”

“That’s right.” He praised as I looked at him hatefully. “Glare at me.”

He reached his arm around to hold my hips down on him as he flared up.

“Ouch!” I yelped.

“Now soften your gaze, Woman.” He slowed.

I sneered at him.

He slammed again.

I threw back my head and had to grit my teeth against a pained shout.

He pounded me wildly. Brutally abusing my core.

He caught my lower jaw and yanked my face back down. Pausing his thrusting again. “Now soften your damn gaze. Look at me like you desire me.”

I had no idea how. But I was willing to try to keep him from causing those sharp pains behind my belly.

Huffing angrily. I opened my eyes further and blinked slowly.”

“Ah, yes. Like that.” He stroked more slowly. Nearly tenderly. “See how nice it can be when you obey?”

“Screw you, you whoreson.” I spat.

He gave a lopsided a grin.

“You already are.” He laughed. “And by the end of this voyage, it’ll be you riding me when I come down here. I’ll teach you how to be my good little whore.”

Then he threw back his head and gritted his teeth as he moaned. Spurting hot fluid inside me and slickening my walls as he strained to get as deep into me as possible. “Oh, you feel good. I’m going to enjoy ravishing you the next few months.”

He let go of my wrists to massage both my breasts a bit roughly. “You’ve the finest tits. Hopping around while I pound into you.”

His gaze lingered over my body. "I'm going to use every inch of you to make me feel good."

I shook my head adamantly.

***

I started to stand on shaking legs.

He chuckled. Watching me fumble to my feet.

Once on them I ran toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" He snatched one of my wrists as I ran.

Just as I reached the door to frantically begin pounding on it, he whirled me around and slammed me hard against it.

"Now, what are you thinking?" His brown eyes sparked with annoyance. "I've kept you safe down here and you're going to go alert them to your presence?"

"Any of them would have to be kinder than you!"

"I wouldn't bet on that." He eyed me askance. "You know naught about pirates. You wouldn't survive to the next dock."

I chewed my lip looking up at him.

"They'd do far more damage as a group then I could possibly do on my own." He turned my arm behind my back. And I realized that at some point he'd picked up the rope again.

He wedged my other hand back there and grabbed the back of my head to yank it against his shoulder so he could peer over my back and knot the rope around my hands.

"Stop. Please..." I whined. "Everything hurts."

"Stop crying. Your body will get used to it." He cupped the back of my thighs and slid me up the door. Opening them further as he leaned forward between them. Pressing his pelvis into the bottom of my hips.