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“Hhh.” Izzy’s voice left him in an embarrassing waver. “Edward, ple-ease-ah!” He tried to keep quiet but he could feel his fucking heartbeat in his cunt.
“Hush.” Came the voice from between his legs. The cool air from Edward’s mouth blew over his swollen cock and made him shiver. Then Ed returned to licking and sucking, the scrape of stubble over the raw skin of the inside of Izzy’s thighs made him whine again.
“But, mm- fuck- it hurts.”
Ed hummed around his cock, scraping his teeth over the exposed head. Izzy had to bite his lip to stop from shouting. He glanced at the other side of the room. Had he noticed? The armchair was still turned to face the fire and a book was still propped on the arm of the chair. As Izzy held his breath he heard the whisper of a page being turned. He almost sighed in relief.
Edward pulled off with a final strong suck and then began to lick his way downwards, tongue running over his folds, circling, then dipping inside his hole. Izzy shuddered as a finger joined it, then another, crooking inside him, making him shudder.
“Edward. Edward don’t!” Izzy breathed, panicking. He wouldn’t be able to stay quiet through this one, it was too much. “Ed! Mm. Ed-h-ward.”
His teeth were gritted, and his hands struggled with the ropes that tied him to the bedpost. He’d cum six times in the last hour. Not only was he too old for this but he was sure he was chafing. Walking tomorrow would be hell. His cunt throbbed, his thighs had been bitten to hell then rubbed raw by Edward’s stubble, and his cock throbbed angrily, wanting nothing more to do with the proceedings.
And yet. He could feel the crest again, rising like a tidal wave, preparing to crash over him. He bit his lips. Maybe if he could stay quiet for this one it would all be over. Edward’s fingers began to move with more force now, pumping in and out as his tongue returned to Izzy’s cock, alternating gentle flicks and strong swipes of pressure.
A high keening sound began in Izzy’s throat as he felt himself shudder. He neither knew nor cared how loud it was, all he could focus on was his body jack-knifing on the bed, his tired and aching muscles screaming as his cunt clenched and pulsed around Ed’s fingers. It hurt. It was wonderful. Tears streamed down the sides of his face as he writhed and panted, riding out the aftershocks.
It took a few moments for the world to come back into focus. He groaned quietly to himself.
“I told you to be quiet Iz.” Ed’s voice was hushed, with a smug undertone. He didn’t care if Izzy disobeyed, in fact he wanted to stay just where he was. He enjoyed seeing Izzy squirm and moan.
Besides, it wouldn’t be Ed he’d disobeyed.
Over the other side of the room Stede closed his book with a snap.
“You know, it really is impolite to make so much noise when someone is trying to read. Really, Israel, I expected better.”
Stede stood sharply and strode across the cabin coming to a halt before Izzy, still fully dressed, hands on hips, but notably redder than he had been an hour ago.
He glared down at Izzy who tried to glare back up at him, but wound up tilting his head back, mouth open as Ed flicked his tongue across the head of his cock again.
“Ngh!” Izzy shouted through clenched teeth. He shut his eyes tight against the throbbing sensation running through him.
Then Edward backed off entirely. Izzy felt somehow bereft and relieved. Maybe that was it, the last one.
Opening his eyes to glare at the pair at the end of the bed he saw Bonnet had his hand tangled in Edward’s hair and was leaning down to kiss him. The pair kissed deeply for a moment, Edward moaning into Stede’s mouth. As he pulled back, Stede swiped his thumb across Edward’s lips, gathering some of theIzzy's juices that had coated Ed’s mouth and jaw. Stede caught Izzy’s gaze and held it as he took the thumb into his mouth.
Izzy’s thighs clenched involuntarily and Stede smirked. Smug prick.
“Now then. What are we going to do about those manners of yours Israel.”
Not waiting for a response Stede turned and pottered away from the bed, stepping into his bloody secret wardrobe for a minute then returning with a wooden ruler and a cravat.
Izzy balked.
“Look here, Bonnet. How about you try keeping quiet when you’ve been-“
“Ah!” Stede said sharply. “Save it. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Now open your mouth.”
Before he could think twice about it Bonnet’s hand was on his jaw and Izzy was opening his mouth like a good slut. Bonnet smiled.
“Wonderful, you can be good. Thank you, Israel.”
Izzy squirmed as a wave of pleasure rolled through him. Fucking hell, how much more pathetic could he be.
“Now lets get that settled there. Perfect.” Stede tied off the cravat now stuffing Izzy’s mouth with a flourish. “Turn him over for me, would you Ed? I think he’s earned a seeing to. We’ll find out if he can stay any quieter through this.”
Izzy began to rage behind the gag, swearing up a storm and calling Stede everything he could think of. A fucking Seeing To? With a wooden ruler? Like he was some naughty schoolboy at Bonnet’s poncy bloody academy?
Ed moved towards him and began to roll him onto his front, gently, as though he’d break if handled too roughly.
“Over you go, mate.” He said quietly.
And that was it. Despite of the exhaustion that had made his limbs feel like lead Izzy thrashed about, pulling at the binds around his wrists, twisting out of Ed’s grasp. He wasn’t just going to lay here and be fucking mollycoddled and treated like a child. If they were going to punish him they should fucking punish him! Put him over a barrel, see to him with the cat!
How much of the sentiment made it through the gag Izzy would never know, the only response he got was Bonnet’s calm voice speaking over his muffled shouts.
“I won’t start until you’re quiet Israel.”