Page 124 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“But specific.”

“Mmm.”

“And then you want your prick sucked?”

“Yes, that would be lovely,” he said, as if I’d just offered to serve him afternoon tea.

Chapter Nineteen

Reckoning

Itook off my clothes, laying them neatly on the chair.

“Get the oil, will you?” Captain Martin suggested.

“Yes, Captain,” I said, falling back into our habitual dynamic during these sorts of games. It felt good and right to be here with him, following his orders. His amorous attention made me feel safe and cherished, and I could forget for the moment about everything else.

“Oh, and tell Boone not to let anyone in,” he added.

I looked down. “But I’m naked! You could have asked me before.”

“I didn’t think of it. Just talk to him through the door.” He shrugged.

I walked to the door and crossed my arms.

“Boone,” I said.

No answer.

“Boone!” I repeated with more volume.

“He’s probably fallen asleep,” Captain Martin said.

“Some bodyguard,” I muttered. I cupped my hands over my mouth, braced my elbows against the wood of the door, and yelled at the top of my voice.

“Boone!”

There was some muttering and then Boone’s voice. Thank goodness.

“Aye!”

“Please make sure the captain is not disturbed until morning, will you?” I asked.

“Oh, aye. Not disturbed. Of course.”

“And don’t fall asleep!”

“What? All night?”

“Well, at least for the next—” I glanced at the captain who raised his eyebrows. “—couple of hours.”

The captain’s eyes went wide. He must be more tired than I’d thought.

I turned back to the door. “One hour. Maybe even half an hour.”

I heard the captain’s laughter and rested my forehead against the door in defeat.

“What the bloody fuck?” Boone muttered under his breath. Then said, loudly, “Aye, fine! Got it.”

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