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I wriggled and moaned, but I obeyed the command of his hands, settling on to him like he seemed to want me. He pushed my hair up and over my head, his lips going to my neck, his hips thrusting upward and deep inside me. “Squeeze my cock,” he growled.
I started to move my hips, but Tor seized me and held me still. “Don’tfuckme,” he explained. “I want you tomilkit from me. Squeeze it.”
I did what he asked, and the act was humiliating, sending a wave of perverse pleasure through me. I did it again, and Tor growled. His cock was so hard inside me that every movement, however slight, reminded me that I was impaled by him, trapped how he wanted me. And that the only way out was to massage his cock with my ass until he came.
“That’s good,” Tor breathed, his lips now in the center of my shoulder blades. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed down, driving his cock as deep inside me as it could go. “Do it again.”
I did it again, and again and again, each time he told me to, his breath getting ragged.
When he came he pushed me back down to the bed and rammed deep inside me, groaning loudly, his face thrown up to the ceiling.
*
When Tor was finished with me, he liked me to lie with my head on his chest while he ran his fingers through my hair. He would take this time to muse aloud, being the most talkative that he ever was. He did this now, his fingers heavy and forceful in my hair, weight applied to keep my cheek pressed to him. I could hear his rapid heart, feel the rise and fall of his whole chest as he breathed.
“You don’t have to tell him, you know,” he said quietly, out of nowhere. I was so tired and worn-out from the whole day that I had been drifting to sleep. His words jolted me thoroughly awake; when the last word of his sentence was spoken, my heart kicked hard enough to feel it against my chest, and then it felt as if everything inside of me had stopped.
I forced my eyes to stay shut, even though I wanted desperately to open them. He would feel my eyelashes on his skin. This way, if I could control my breathing, maybe he would think that I was asleep or hadn’t heard him. I didn’t want to have heard him: I didn’t want to disobey Rhys, and I didn’t want to hide a secret from him.
Something made me feel like Ishouldtell Rhys when Tor said things like this, but something also told me that Tor would make my life difficult if I did. I didn’t understand their social hierarchy, or the rules of it, and I didn’t feel confident asking anyone until Ididknow what was going on.
And Tor was unpredictable. He oscillated from tender and protective to angry and punishing, and there was never any way (that I had determined) to figure out which one I was going to get, or what would cause him to become angry or jealous.
But he seemed to know that I was awake, and that I had heard him, because he moved beneath me, tilting his head to look down at me, flexing his abs, pulling gently on my hair to turn my face towards his. I lifted my eyes to look at him, reluctantly.
He met my eyes and said nothing, but with my ear to his chest, I could hear his heart rate accelerating. I squirmed a little bit at the hips, feeling the soreness of my body – especially my ass and my pussy. I wasn’t sure if I could endure another fucking by Tor, and then by Rhys, perhaps even BlackandRhys. And thanks to Tor making me come – forcing me to, really – I was definitely in for more fucking, more punishments, more of everything.
Fortunately, Tor seemed to have some tenderness in his eyes. I decided to do something to help him maintain it. I pushed up and turned my face so that I could kiss his chest without taking my eyes away from his. When my lips met his skin, which was salty and slippery with sweat, his lips parted a little, and his hand stopped mid-stroke in my hair.
This was a sign of small victory for me; Tor might claim to be unsatisfied all the time, but I could see that he wasn’t. And hopefully, I could use that to save my literal hide from further punishing fucking or spankings (from Tor. The spanking that Rhys was going to give me was baked-in to my day now, because I had no intention of lying to him).
Tor didn’t need to know that, though.
I rested my face against his chest again and continued to look up at him. That’s what Tor wanted, what Tor liked most. Of all the men on the ship, he was the most insistent on dominating me in every single gesture and word.
“Did you hear me?” he said, bringing a finger to my lower lip, which was a little dangerous. He pulled gently on it, opening my mouth slightly, his eyes fixated on my lips now. “You don’t have to tell him.”
“He always asks,” I whispered, forcing myself to gaze at Tor continually despite the tightness that was building in my chest.
Tor pushed his thumb into my mouth, and I obediently closed my lips around it, letting him slowly plunge his finger between my lips like it was a cock I had been ordered to suck. Next to my thigh, I could feel his cock twitching, but it wasn’t fully erect yet and it seemed like he might have too much trouble, after coming so many times, getting it full enough to fuck me again.
The bruised soreness between my legs flared up again. I didn’t even have my butt plug back in yet. Tor could easily roll me onto my stomach and lie on top of me, slowly fucking my ass, all of his weight pushing me into the bed. He had done it before, and it wasn’t theworstthing – actually, it was quite pleasant.
But not now, please, I thought.
“You don’t have to tell him,” Tor repeated, his voice getting darker. His body shifted beneath me, and he pushed me onto my back as he rolled over, covering my body with his. His right hand grabbed my left breast and kneaded it forcefully, before moving down to my thighs and toward my pussy. He smiled as he felt around the slick, slick wet there.
When his fingers explored the folds of my pussy and he grazed my clitoris with his fingertips, my whole body spasmed violently and I mewled. Every inch of my body was hyper-sensitive and worn out: there was no lying to Rhys about that. I hoped that Tor would get that message, if that’s what he was trying to get me to do. Lie.
“I can’t,” I whispered helplessly. Tor’s fingers were inside of me now, but I could barely feel them, because I was so wet from my own orgasm, and loads of cum still sloshed inside of me. “I can’t lie to him,” I said.
It was true in more sense than one: Icouldn’tlie to Rhys and get away with it, because my body would betray me. If I didn’t go back to him with the ache between my legs screaming at me, he would notice. And there would be no point in lying: the evidence of my lie would be as plain as cum trickling down my inner thigh.
Darkness flashed in Tor’s eyes, and his face went serious. Any tenderness in his touch seemed to disappear, and fear gripped me momentarily. He was so unpredictable: look at what happened this morning.
“Youwon’tlie to him, you mean,” he growled, shoving a third finger violently inside of me and making me shudder. He curled his fingers to play with the rough patch of nerves that drove me so wild, and I felt like wriggling but could not do much beneath his weight.
“Tor,” I whined. “It isn’t that, it’s -”
