“As always.” I grinned at him.

“As always.” He matched my smile.

Although an agonizing trial to float in a haze of intense arousal, whilst not being allowed to finish, the experience also proved euphoric and blissful in a strange way, so I couldn’t complain. Suffering at the hands of this man was everything.

I think letting me take my time with his disrobing was giving the captain a taste of his own medicine. He tried to go for me again, and I twisted away.

“No. Stop. Not yet.”

He rolled his eyes and made a frustrated sound.

“Huh. Not much fun being on the other side of such torment?”

“Ah, but you see, it’s against my dominant nature.”

“Hmm. You think I’m naturally submissive?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I suppose so,” I admitted, not in the mood to argue. And he was probably right. “Yes, I’ll give you that.”

I unfastened his breeches and tugged them down, noticing that he had forgone the cotton undergarments he usually wore underneath.

“My goodness, Captain. How daring. What if we were suddenly set upon by vagabonds?”

“I’d wave my prick at them.”

“They’d want to stay.”

“No doubt.”

The prick in question was full and standing, I was pleased to see. I went to my knees, hearing his sudden intake of breath.

“Rooster…”

“Yes, Captain?” I asked, gazing up and blinking innocently.

His expression was sober. “I want to thank you…for saving us all once again.”

I stared at him in silence for a moment, unwilling to think on what had occurred—not right at this moment.

“Don’t. I can’t think about that.”

“But you must. We need to figure out a way to control your powers.”

I couldn’t believe he was talking about this now.

“We?You mean,Ineed to.”

“Well, I’ll help you.”

“I don’t want to talk about this now.”

“We will need to at some point,” he insisted, and I wondered why he was insisting on a future conversation about something that confused and horrified me.

I lifted my hand. “Fine. But not now. Right now, I want to make your knees weak as you spend down my throat.”

He gasped and nodded quite vigorously.