Page 11 of Under His Skin

“My departure application has been denied. I assume it’s a glitch in the system, so if we could get this taken care of—”

“No glitch,” Kreisel said. To her credit, she faked apologetic very well. “We’ve been told by authorities to prevent the Sigrun from departing.”

“I see. Is there a particular reason for that?” Tracht could feel his blood begin to boil. He wished he’d let Alex in, because gripping Alex’s hair tight and pulling his head back far enough to make Alex cry would have been a nice way to relieve his stress.

Later. He would do all of that later.

“It’s confidential, I’m afraid.” Kreisel paused for a moment. “Captain Tracht, please know that I’m only complying with the law. It’s really out of my hands right now.”

“Fine. Thank you for the explanation.” Tracht cut the call without any further words. Then he sat at his desk, his fists clenched tight, while he tried to stop the anger from overwhelming him.

It was the lack of control, he knew. Everything he’d worked for, all the balance he maintained, was spiraling out from him and there was nothing he could do about it.

He needed to call the lawyers back. And contact Bahjat, to apologize to her and tell her to tell all sailors they were grounded for the moment. He needed to contact Vasilis and Anna and see what was going on and why he was stuck here.

Tracht took a deep breath and counted to ten.

Then he stood up and exited the room. He was not surprised to see Alex still standing dejectedly against the wall, scowling so furiously that he looked even meaner than usual.

“Alex. Wonderful. Come inside.” Tracht pointed towards the couch. “Sit on the floor. And don’t move.”

It was deeply satisfying when Alex did as he was told. “Are you mad because of the Anna thing?”

“I am, indeed, mad because of the Anna thing.” Tracht sat down on the couch and set his legs on either side of Alex. “Open your mouth. Wider.”

He waited a beat before he hooked his finger in Alex’s mouth and forced it to open even wider than before. Alex made a surprised noise, but he stayed in position.

Tracht spent a few minutes running his thumb over Alex’s tongue and gums, enjoying the way Alex’s jaw twitched and his muscles tensed and Alex oh, so clearly wanted to be anywhere but there.

He rubbed the tongue piercing insistently, watching Alex swallow, then moved on to the artificial tooth. Alex grunted again, and his fists gripped the cloth of his trousers tightly. The fear was palpable. Delicious.

Tracht grabbed Alex’s hair roughly and forced his head back. Before Alex could react, he kissed him, biting on his lip and entangling their tongues. Alex struggled for a second before relaxing into the kiss, and that was good too.

Alex, at least, was still under his control.

Tracht let go and sat back, admiring Alex’s flushed face. The collar around his neck gleamed starkly. Beautiful. All of Alex was simply beautiful and dangerous and his.

“All right. As much as I’d love to continue torturing you, I have a few more calls to take care of. Take my cock out and keep it in your mouth.” Tracht waited while Alex obeyed. The warmth was wonderful, and between that and having Alex so thoroughly bound with words alone, he found himself relaxing somewhat.

He would call Bahjat first, then the lawyers. It would probably be a long, long call—but Alex was used to keeping his jaw loose and open by now.

Chapter 4

Alex’s jaw ached. It ached a lot, but he held Tracht’s cock for what felt like hours. At first, he’d tried to pay attention to what Tracht was saying—Anna this, Anna that—but in the end, he decided he didn’t care enough. He concentrated on shifting subtly so that his knees stopped killing him, all while resisting the urge to wipe away the drool that was slipping down his chin.

Finally Tracht finished his calls, and he withdrew his cock, wiping it on Alex’s face. Gross. Ugh, Alex couldn’t smell anything but Tracht’s musk. He hated it, and he hated that it made his cock pulse with arousal.

“Let’s go. I have a lot of things I want to do to you.”

Alex stood up, wincing, and wiped his face on his sleeve. He still felt sticky and gross, but it was better than before.

They were met by Bahjat on the way to the elevator. She didn’t look much like herself; her hair was a mess and her clothes were disheveled.

If Alex had to venture a guess, he’d say that she’d just been fucked.

“I hope you’re happy,” she said to Tracht. “Five sailors jumped at the chance to leave early and earn more. They’re all pretty pissed at you now for leading them on. And now we’re not just not leaving early, we’re stuck here for a while?”

“Yes.” Tracht put a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “That part is, unfortunately, beyond my control. If we’re lucky, everything will get wrapped up within two weeks. So they get an extra week of leave.”

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