He grinned and repeated the motion. I half sat up again. “Oh, Captain. Now what?”

“Turn over,” he said, releasing my cock and moving aside.

“Turn over?” I asked. “But why?”

“All will become clear. For now, it’s because I want to have a look at your pretty arse.”

“Well, then,” I said, rolling myself over.

“Let’s just get rid of these,” Captain Martin said, pulling my breeches all the way off and tossing them aside. “Hmm. Look at you.”

I wiggled my bottom and craned my neck so I could see the admiring look on his face. “Is my arse very nice?”

“Oh, my darling. You have the prettiest bottom I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. I can’t wait to show you what being very friendly with another man can be like.”

“Yes, please.”

“But first, a spanking.”

“A spanking! Whatever for?” I asked, putting my right hand over my arse, palm up, to guard against him.

“Because I want to. Trust me, it’ll warm your blood nicely.”

“No. I don’t want you to.”

“Rooster.”

“You can’t make me,” I said in such a way to make it plain that I wanted him to force me.

“Oh, think you’ll find that I can,” he said, lunging forward and grabbing my wrist, as he settled on his knees beside me. With one tug, he had me sprawled over his broad lap, then held my wrist with my arm bent at the elbow, so I couldn’t possibly move. With his other hand, he began to stroke and slap and pinch the skin of my buttocks until I was writhing mass of sobbing emotion.

“Oh, please. Oh, please. This isn’t as much fun as I expected!” I protested.

But Captain Martin laughed and kept going. When he finally stopped and simply laid into me with the palm of his hand, the change was a relief and a pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my God,” I blurted as he held me still and spanked my arse like he had nothing better to do. “Oh, Captain. What a wonderful game.”

The spanking stopped and if what I was hearing was an indication, Captain Martin scrabbled with the ties of his trousers.

“Oh no, what are you doing now?” I asked in a hilarious approximation of alarm.

“I am going to put my cock into your saucy arse and fuck you ten ways till Sunday. Now be quiet and spread your legs.”

“Oh yes, Captain. This game has been lovely so far. I can’t wait to find out what—” I stopped talking and groaned as his slick finger pushed inside me. “Oh God. OhGod.”

Captain Martin gasped and went deeper. “Oh yes. Look at you squirm.”

“Oh my God.”

He prodded me with one, then added another.

I groaned and gasped and writhed, my cock leaking onto the sheet beneath me. I thought I might finish from only that and all the play-acting. I truly did feel like a virgin who’d never had anything in his arse before.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider as he played with me. By the time he pushed three fingers up me, I was almost a goner. “Captain! I’m going to spend if you keep going.”

“Don’t you dare. No, no. You mustn’t,” he said, sliding his fingers out. “Get a hold of yourself.”

“I’ll try. I’ll try,” I said, lying as still as I could whilst my body throbbed with desperate need.