Page 46 of A Flash of Golden Fire

I sighed. “Mostly. But it weren’t always that.”

“Pardon?”

“Well, I didn’t have access to other men in such a way at first. So I used like, cucumbers and carrots and other likely things to see if I’d like the sensation.”

“Carrots!” Captain Martin said, barking a laugh. “What on earth?”

“Well, they’re the right size, some of them. And they’re pretty fucking solid.”

“I suppose they are. You’re lucky you didn’t lose one up there.”

“A few times I came close. They’re awful slippery when they’re covered with lard,” I murmured. “Speaking of which, that oil is lovely. Works very well to take your cock without any trouble.”

“Why do you think I have it?”

I smiled, although he couldn’t see. “Have you had that truncheon in every man aboard?”

Captain Martin sighed. “No, Rooster. Only a select handful,” he admitted. “They aren’t all sodomites, and I don’t push myself in where I’m not wanted.”

I nodded, more than a little relieved to hear that.

“And nobody cares thatyouare?”

“What…a sodomite?” he asked, blithely.

“A mag, a molly, a margery,” I said, referring to the popular slang of the time. I rolled off him and grabbed my wilting cock, waving it in the air. “Mother Midnight, a creature.”

“Good God. Do you know every term used in the alleyways?”

“Of course I do. Where do you think I’ve come from?”

He pushed himself onto his elbow and gazed down at me, stroking his fingers along my side to rest on my hip. He chuckled.

“You’ve got indents from my fingers here.”

“Have I? Don’t sound so surprised.”

“Well, you’re far too well spoken and literate to have grown up in the streets, Rooster. Don’t play me for a fool,” he said, sliding that hand over my bottom and slipping his fingers in the crack. He stretched me open and fingered my soaked hole, hissing with delight. “Mmm, so wet with my seed, you slattern.”

I gasped as he played with me. “Aye, filled like a bloody custard tart,” I stated with glee.

“Oh yes,” he said, slipping a finger in, then another. “Goddamn it, Rooster. How on earth did I resist you for solong?Hmm? Even desperate and as filthy as you were, you lit a fire within me. And that flame only burns brighter now.”

I glowed with happiness.

“But you ignored me. I was a nuisance, surely, more than anything else.”

“I did think that. And you were. You are,” he murmured as if they were endearments, while he probed my depths with his fingers, making me stutter and moan and my cock fill again. “Such a fucking nuisance.”

He took my mouth with his and plundered me at both ends, sighing, then thrusting hard with his fingers.

I moaned and wiggled in his hold, letting him have me, letting him play. I loved being the captain’s slut in his comfortable bed, filled with his seed, being frigged by his tireless fingers. I was in heaven.

A shout broke me out of my waking dream. It took a moment to realize the exclamation was a happy sound and not a cry of distress. The captain pulled back from my mouth and stilled his hand. He listened.

“Sounds like the crew is celebrating,” he muttered, and sure enough, I heard the notes of Darcy’s fiddle, and other sounds of merriment.

“Celebrating what?” I asked, then whimpered as the captain withdrew his fingers from my greedy arse.

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