Page 13 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Simon, don’t ever apologize for your pleasure. Not in this room, at least.”

I blinked, my breathing still ragged, my head scrambled. “Aye, Captain,” I promised. “It’s only…”

“What?”

“I thought… I thought you were going to tumble me.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head and undoing the belt of his trousers.

“Oh, aye. I hoped…that was what you wanted. Is it?”

“Oh, I do want to fuck you, Simon Bartholomew White,” he said, pulling out a truncheon of a cock—hard and red at the tip and more than ready to give it a go. “But not today.”

“Oh?” I said, my hearing gone as I stared at that perfectly sized specimen.

“I’m not going to take that liberty. Why, we’ve only just become acquainted,” he said, as he gave himself a few rough strokes and reached for something on the table. He poured oil from a bottle into his palm and rubbed his hands together, gazing at me with a lazy kind of desire.

I was confused. “But…then why have you—”

“Kneel,” he said. He pointed to the sun-soaked floorboards in front of him. The instruction sounded more like a suggestion, uttered without any threat behind the words, or any indication of urgency.

I knelt.

“Hands behind your head, Simon.”

He stroked himself in earnest now, making little mewls and gasps of pleasure as he looked down on me. “You might want to close your eyes.”

I didn’t want to close them, entranced by the sight of him, except that I knew how it felt to get salty spunk in my eye. So I did and listened with increasing excitement to the sounds of flesh against flesh, the rustle of his clothing, the clank of his belt buckle as his movements became rougher.

“Oh God…oh, fuck…oh, Simon…oh yes…”

I felt the splash of his seed on my cheek and forehead, as Captain Martin uttered a long groan that became a whimper. By the time he was done, I was well and truly painted with globs of his semen.

“Oh, don’t move. You look a picture. Keep your eyes closed. My goodness, but that was nice.” He was breathless and full of self-satisfaction. I heard the sound of him tucking himself away and doing up his belt.

My cock was at a stand again, my previous completion forgotten as my insides screamed with need. But I obeyed, keeping my eyes closed while he washed his spend from my face.

“Stand up,” he said, with a hand to my elbow. “Keep your eyes closed.”

I stood with his aid, wondering why he wanted me blind, until my prick was enveloped in silky warmth.

“God! Oh God!” I cried out, eyes opening out of instinct as I gazed down at Captain Dinesh Martin of theArrowgiving me a hearty suck like a proper harlot. He had skill but I still couldn’t believe he’d stoop to taking my prick in his mouth.

“Captain…” I gasped, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He pulled off, only to tell me to be quiet and not to spend, then went back to work.

Wait, what? Not to…not tospend?What on earth did he mean? And why did that command only want me to do so more urgently?

“But…why…” I grunted, as he got me closer and closer to the pinnacle and then pulled off.

“So that you’ll remember this afternoon, and you’ll remember me, once you’ve left this room. Now get dressed,” he said and stood.

Chapter Three

Cabin Boy

Istared at him in shock. He was dismissing menow? But I was in a state of renewed tumescence and enjoying this visit very much. Turfing me wasn’t fair.

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