Page 98 of A Flash of Golden Fire

My desire had returned in spades and I nodded.

“Fine,” I said. “I might as well drill the pretty whore. We’ve paid enough.”

Domingo’s eyes went wide, and then he threw back his head and cackled as Captain Martin withdrew his attentions and pushed Domingo onto the bed, gazing at me with pride.

“On your hands and knees then, beautiful boy,” he said as Domingo hastened to obey.

“Andyou,” he said, pushing his trousers off as he gave me a look of lust and emotion and dominance. “Do me proud. Show him what my right-hand man is made of.”

I found myself grinning, then laughing. My unease had vanished, and I had begun to appreciate the unique dynamic contained in these four walls.

“Oh, I’ll show you,” I said, grabbing my cock and waving it at Domingo, who lay in a seductive position on the bed, gazing at me with a smirk and heavy eyelids, idly touching himself.

The captain winked, and I let go of myself, becoming serious and moving towards the sultry boy on the bedsheets.

“Oooh, Officer White,” Domingo moaned. “Please show me how a privateer officer deals with a paid whore, if you please?”

Well, I really had no idea how a privateer officer would act in any situation. I desired to be fierce and passionate, but I also wanted to take care that I didn’t overstep Domingo’s graciousness. Yes, we had paid a pretty penny for him, but he wasn’t an object to be bartered with. He was a person, the same as me or the captain. He’d been dealt a rotten hand in life, as had I. Our bad fortune didn’t make us any less deserving of good treatment.

Dinesh had thrown a blanket over the armchair and settled his naked self in the comfy spot. He gave me a nod to go ahead.

“If I remember correctly, Domingo likes a good slap to the arse.”

Domingo went to all fours, pulling his hair over one shoulder so its bulk didn’t obscure the length of his slim torso and petite waist. He gazed at me over the other one.

“Do it, Mr White. I’ve been ever so naughty.”

“I’m certain that’s true,” I said. “How’s this?”

I hauled my arm back and brought my hand down on his right arse cheek. The sound of flesh-on-flesh reverberated off the walls as Domingo’s buttock bounced and quivered.

“Oooh, yes. Again!”

I slapped him again, to the sounds of Captain Martin’s laughter.

“Take it from behind!”

We froze at Esmaralda’s sudden statement from under the black cloth, then all burst out laughing.

“Take it from behind! Put it in! Put it in!” the bird continued as Captain Martin and I tried to curb our hilarity.

“Shut the fuck up, you bloody cunt!” Domingo yelled, throwing a pillow at the cage. The yellow cushion bounced off and luckily didn’t dislodge the cover.

“You are a cunt. Nasty cunt!” the bird replied.

“Fuck,” Domingo muttered, hanging his head in frustration. “Never mind. Keep going, but harder. I’m not made of china.”

“Pummel the blackguard!” Esmaralda yelled, but we ignored her.

“You heard him, Rooster. Go harder. He’s had a better spanking at the hands of a maiden, I reckon.”

I scowled at Dinesh, not enjoying my manhood being made sport of, then doubled down on the pretty tart’s arse.

“Oh yes. Yes! Fuck, yes. Thats… Oh! God!”

Esmaralda gave a whistle, then yelled, “What a trollop!”

“Enough,” Captain Martin said to me, finally. “Now I want to watch you fuck him.”

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