insecurities, I focused on "getting into character." Allowing myself to live in that fantasy and become the upstart sailor who'd challenged his captain's authority.
When he stepped through the doorway, his whole presence had changed. He was a dominant force, demanding attention. The look he gave me was piercing, and it wasn't hard for me to pantomime struggling against the bindings.
"Looks like one of my men needs a lesson in tying knots," he said in that deep, gravelly voice.
He walked over to me with all the confidence in the world and crouched, gripping my chin hard with his hand and forcing me to look up at him.
"What exactly did you plan to do if you escaped?"
He didn't wait for my answer. Instead he moved to tie the rope, binding my wrists together behind the pole. It wasn't tight -- I could slip free if I was uncomfortable. But I pretended like it was.
"Slip a dagger between your ribs while you were sleeping," I spat, surprised at how easily the character came to me.
He laughed, a full, throaty sound that made my dick twitch. Already hard from the excitement of the scene, it started to tent my loose trousers.
He noticed.
"Your body is telling me you'd rather slip your cock between my lips."
My pulse raced, a hot surge of lust shooting through me. Fuck, I had no idea why this was so hot to me, but it was.
"Only if it means you'd choke on it," I said, thinking my character would be too prideful to admit what was clear.
"Well let's just see about that, shall we?"
Without warning, he pulled me up to my feet. Surprisingly strong for how much smaller Elliot was than me. But he wasn't Elliot right now. He was Captain Felblade, and that man loomed as large as a mountain.
My hands remained bound and I pretended to struggle, not wanting to move too much for fear of making them come undone. Elliot went for the ties of my pants, opening up the wide flap and letting them fall easily off my hips. Without underwear, my cock sprang free.
He smirked at me. "Why don't you just admit it?" He punctuated the question by grabbing my cock. And not lightly, either. "This mutiny you staged was all in an effort to get my attention; to force me to punish you."
He squeezed the base of my cock, then worked upward in strong, sure stroked. I practically trembled from the sensation mixed with the growl in his voice.
"Quite a gamble, thinking I wouldn't just toss you overboard."
"Rather that than listen to you talk," I responded, looking at him with defiance in my eyes.
I had to bite down on the groan that wanted to escape me when he started stroking me in earnest.
Another laugh came from him, and he started to get to his knees. He still exuded power while doing it, holding my gaze every moment. There was no way to think that his current position somehow made him in any way submissive to me. He had the control.
"There's another way to fix that. One I think you'll like better. Unless you're just going to keep pretending."
In the time we'd been together, Elliot had gained confidence in sucking dick. He'd always been willing to try rougher things, but this was the first time he initiated it from the start. Without warning, he took my cock deep into his throat, until his lips were practically flush with my pelvis. I moaned, unable to help myself. He drew back with a gasp and grinned up at me.
"Can't deny your body, can you?"
"Fuck y--"
I wasn't able to finish the false words of displeasure. He took me deep again, then grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, his fingers digging into my hips as he used me to fuck his face. I "resisted" for a time, acting like my character would. Pretending I didn't like it until both of us couldn't take it anymore. I started to thrust wildly into his mouth, the intensity of the scene and how fucking horny it was making me work quickly.
The moment I was close to coming, though, Elliot pulled back. I felt like my head had been shoved into a bath of ice water, and my whole body succumbed to a shudder as I adjusted to being so close and not getting what I wanted.
I heard the clink of metal and looked up to see him undoing his belt. There was a smugness in his expression, but his eyes told