a different story. One he soon voiced.
"Let me know if this gets to be too much for you, or if it's something you don't want," he said in his normal voice.
"I will. Promise."
That diversion lasted only a moment before he put a hand on my shoulder to push me back down to my knees, then continued unbuckling his belt before pulling at the ties of his pants. He wasn't wearing anything beneath either, so it was easy for him to pull his cock out. My mouth was already watering, and I had to really pretend not to want it as badly as I did. I turned my face to the side, looked at him with defiance. He just took my chin in his hand again and put me back where he wanted me, pressing the head of his dick against my stubbornly closed lips.
I wanted to take him in. Taste his skin and the saltiness of his precum. Stroke him with my tongue, suck him hard until he came in the back of my throat. But my character would have resisted, and so I only opened just a little, as if I was reluctant to do so. Elliot took it from there.
He shoved his cock into my mouth, not far enough to cause discomfort, but enough that I had to make an effort to take him. He fucked my mouth as hard as he'd made me fuck his, his shaft sliding in and out, head bumping against the back of my throat. I took it greedily, sucking in earnest, letting him use my mouth and throat.
I thought he was going to come, but he denied himself the same way he denied me, pulling back with a gasp. I could tell how hard it was for him, and some defiant part of me was tempted to follow his withdrawal and make him come.
"Still not much of a punishment," he said, his voice strained. "Even fucking you wouldn't be a punishment, would it? You'd like it too much."
I said nothing, too eager to feel him inside of me. I hoped he was going to be rough. To put me in my place. Fuck, I could have come just from thinking about it.
"Your cock is leaking just from the thought," he pointed out.
I jerked against the bindings as if they were truly holding me in place. "Untie me and I'll show you what I'm thinking about."
"There's an interesting proposition."
He reached behind and did untie me, but as soon as my hands were out from behind the post, he grabbed my arms and directed me to the small desk in his bedroom, shoving me down against it. He rebound my wrists, more tightly this time, then wound the excess rope around me, eventually tying it around the base of my cock. Just enough to create a bit of pressure, but not enough to cut off circulation.
I gasped when his hand brushed against me, so fucking ready to come; needing it so badly.
"Take in the salt air," he told me, leaning close to my ear, "and think about how easy it would be for me to just toss you over like this."
"Do it then," I growled, imagining I was being leaned over the side of a rocking ship instead of a desk, the sea spray hitting me in the face.
"I think I'd rather hear you beg me to fuck you. That can be your punishment. Or part of it, at least," he said with another laugh, giving my ass an unexpected smack.
The sting was sharp, but it was followed by a rush of pleasure that had me moaning like a damn whore. I felt him shift behind me, and my moans only continued as he tongued my ass, probing my hole, spreading me with his fingers.
He stepped away for a moment as I squirmed against the desk. I heard a condom wrapper being torn open, heard the slick sound of him lubing up his dick before I felt his lube-coated fingers around my hole, one of them pressing in. I moaned and writhed, needing more.
"Say it," he demanded from behind me, rising to his full height.
"No," I managed through gritted teeth.
I felt the thick, heavy flesh of his cock against my cheeks and I shuddered, my thighs shaking with desire. He ran the head between my cheeks, teasing my hole with it. So close, but not where I wanted him. I squirmed even more, trying to push back against him, but he never let me