I have some thirst for you. Okay, so, for the past couple of days I've been thinking(uh oh), and I can't help but imagine a scenario based off of Flint's "who's Billy?" Like I'll tease Billy by always getting his name wrong until he's had enough and fucks me while telling me to say his name, and yeah. Obviously I get it right.
A hand closes around the back of my neck. The grip is rough, not meant to spare me either pain or humiliation, but I grin as the boatswain yanks me into an empty cabin for a private dressing-down.
“Did I hear you call me ‘Johnny’ while I was issuing orders on deck this morning?” the giant blonde asks me, face twisted up with an irate disappointment in me.
I hop up to sit on the table behind me, kicking my heels in the air and smirking at him. “Of course not. I know your name is Willy.”
His eyes positively blaze, and I know what’s coming next. I can’t help myself; I just love seeing him at wit’s end with me. “Sounds like someone needs another lesson.” He opens the buckle of his belt, taking a large step toward me.
“It’s not Willy?” I ask coyly, tilting my head at him and pretending to keep my cool as he pulls his belt out and folds it in half in one hand. “I thought that had to be right, I know it rhymes with Silly...”
His hand wraps across my face, pulling my jaw up so our faces are inches apart. “You brought this on yourself,” he scolds. He switches his grip, lowering his hand just far enough under my chin so that he can press a searing kiss to my mouth. There’s nothing tender about it; he’s claiming me, asserting his command.
I melt into it just enough to let him know I like where this is going.
He shoves my face away abruptly. “Turn around.”
I slide my hips down off the table’s edge, and he barely gives me enough room to maneuver. I feel his erection, reach for it before I turn but he slaps my hand away.
“You’ll get that when I say.”
He shoves me around, pushing my chest into the table’s worn surface. He pins my hips against it with his own, and I rub my buttocks against what I can reach of his stiff cock shamelessly.
With one hand at the base of my spine, he holds me down and pulls the rest of his body away. A moment later, that folded belt comes down in a sharp crack against my ass. I know it’s coming but I still have to hiss at the sting. “How many should I give you?” his voice booms above my head, considering. Another crack, another sharp line of pain. The sensation sends a delicious thrill through the rest of my body. “How about three for each time you got it wrong?”
The third blow stings hard on the other side, and his big hand holds me down when I try to jump away on reflex.
“Hold still and take it.” The growl is exaggerated, but it’s sexy and he knows it. And the blows are hard. He’s taking me to the limit of what I can handle, quickly.
Which is exactly what I was looking for when I started taunting him again today.
The next three leave me panting, the outside of both cheeks on fire and the core of me burning up much more pleasantly. “Now. What’s my name.”
I twist to get a glimpse of his face over my shoulder, turning my ass up toward him a little more as I do. “Edward?”
I get to see him snarl, watch the muscles of his arms flex before said arms shove my face into the tabletop again. He snatches at the waistband of my trousers, working them down with grunting effort until the entirety of my ass is exposed. His hands feel so good running across my bare skin, and I’m sure he’s admiring the welts that are more than likely already forming. I expect him to add more to the collection, but one if his hands disappears and I hear him fumbling with his own clothes.
Oh.
He gives himself one swipe with a noisy hand full of spit and then enters me, cruelly quick. “What’s—my—name,” he snarls through clenched teeth, thrusting deeper into me on every word.
I open my mouth and nothing comes out but a squeal.
“Say it.” He fucks me harder, no mercy at all. “Say—my—name.”
“Billy!” I cry, finally breaking, afraid to actually push him any further than this or I might be too sore to get back on deck and resume my duties afterwards.
“What?” Billy asks, changing his angle slightly, bouncing my ass up with his repeated thrusts, cocky now. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
The pleasure of his invasion is so hot and thick in my throat that I almost can’t speak. “Billy!” I gasp, but he only hits it harder. I keep wheezing on his name, not knowing how else to make him relent. “Billy fucking Bones!”
“That’s right,” he says, voice thick with his victory, and he leans in closer over my shoulder so he can speak more intimately. “And I want you to keep saying it, until we both cum. Until there’s nothing left in your silly little brain but me and my name.”