Page 14 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Leave? You mean, go back to the berths, back to caring for the livestock?” I didn’t want to contemplate returning to my regular duties.

“For now. I have important business to attend to.”

Where had I left my clothes? I looked around, locating them on a chair near the door, then met the captain’s gaze with one of desperation.

“But…couldn’t you…?”

He sighed and tilted his head, grabbing his shirt from the back of a chair and pulling the garment on.

“Well, I could. But I prefer to leave you in this state.”

I gave my poor cock a few strokes and watched him as he buttoned up his shirt. “But, why?”

“Because frustrating you pleases me. Because I want to make sure you’re thinking of me. Because the next time we’re together, I’ll make sure you’re screaming my name into the pillow. If I even allow you a pillow.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Now,” he continued, gesturing to the chair. “Clothe yourself. I’ll see to finding you some better vestments. I may have a position for you that’s a step above looking after goats and chickens.”

“Oh, aye?” I’d be happy for a different task, to be honest.

“Aye,” he said, with a grin. “Do you think you could manage my rooms and help me with miscellaneous—” He looked me over again. “—tasks?”

I flushed, annoyed but entranced. “Of course.”

“Hmm. Well, let me think on this enticing development.”

“Yes, Captain,” I said, resigned to being in a state of frustration for the foreseeable future. I started to walk to the chair where my clothes were piled.

“Oh, and Simon?”

“Hmm?” I said, turning back to him, hoping he’d changed his mind.

“Don’t—” He gazed at my stand as if he wanted to pin my cock to the wall as a souvenir. “—take things into your own hands, if you understand my meaning.”

I didn’t quite understand.

“I beg pardon? Whatdoyou mean?”

He grinned with delight.

“That prick is mine. I own it now. And if I tell you to leave your cock alone, you leave it alone.”

A thrill travelled up my spine as my cock swelled further. Well, this was a fine state of affairs.

“Wot? You mean, I’m not to toss myself off? At all?Ever?”

This is diabolical.

He held up one finger, looking quite smug. “Not unless I give you leave.”

My brain scrambled for purchase.

“But…when will I see you again? For that to happen…” I said, my voice trailing off in hopeless confusion and dismay.

“Never mind. Just be a good lad, and do as I’ve asked.”

“I ain’t a lad. I’m a full-grown man. Why should I keep my hands off?”

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