Page 24 of A Flash of Golden Fire

He laughed. “But that sort of thing takes planning. So instead, I’m going to make you spend all over yourself, my pretty lad. These ropes have you in the perfect position.”

He slipped his fingers back in and petted that tender spot until I writhed even more pitifully. Then he wrapped his other hand around my cock and stroked until I convulsed and screamed, spraying my belly and chest. I cursed him as he fondled my oversensitive bits with the cruelty of a true sadist.

He unbound me, told me to stay put, then left me tangled and ruined in his bedsheets.

My mind spun with everything that had occurred, and my body ached in all the right places. I lolled in the soft sheets and may have drifted off.

The clang of metal woke me, and I looked up to see two crew members hauling a large tin tub through the doors. I clutched the sheet as I sat up, ready to make a run for cover.

“Are you that scared of a bath, White?” the captain asked, his lip curled with amusement. He turned to the men. “Put the tub by the window.”

Captain Martin was seated in the chair at his desk, holding a pen in his broad hand and gazing at me with fondness. He was wearing his trousers and shirt with a patterned robe overtop, held closed with a loosely knotted sash.

I recognized the men but didn’t truly know them. They didn’t appear concerned to find me naked in the captain’s bed. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

After they left, another two fellows came in with pails of steaming water. They emptied one after the other into the tub.

“Thank you, Peters,” Captain Martin said.

“Aye. And Lin will bring the clothes,” he said. “Will that be all?”

“Yes, thank you. Now leave us.”

“Aye, Cap’n,” Peters said, glancing at me without any obvious contempt before he left.

I gazed contemplatively at the closed door.

“Do they know, then?”

“Hmm?” Captain Martin said, watching me with a sedate contemplation. “Know what?”

I tossed the sheet aside and got out of bed, trying to look seductive. I yawned and scratched an itch on my thigh. Then grinned.

“That you like to leave your seed inside other men until it trickles out in tiny bits and makes their thighs wet.”

He gazed at me with a blatant hunger.

“Are your lovely thighs wet with my seed, Simon White?”

“Well, it’s dried now and gone tacky.”

“Well, then,” he said with a satisfied nod. “Into the tub with you.”

I swallowed, desire rising in me again. “Yes, Captain.

He stood, removed his robe, and settled on the edge of his bed, and watched me step gingerly into the hot water. The metal tub was only about half full and appeared barely large enough to sit in with my knees bent.

“It’s not going to bite you. Get in.”

“The water’s hot.”

“For heaven’s sake.”

I stepped into the bath with some care, then lowered myself down, hissing as my skin came into contact with the scalding water. I tried to remember the last time I’d had a proper bath.

For all that the tub was small and not completely full, this was a luxury I’d never imagined to find aboard a ship like theArrow.

“Blimey, you got a fire going on a wooden ship? Ain’t that a tad risky?”

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