Page 20 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Move.”

I closed my eyes in defeat and moved to the side, muttering a curse.

He went past me and examined the map. He immediately found the miniature that I’d put back in the wrong place and picked the tiny object up.

“You’re lucky that I, at least, remember where this goes,” he said, putting the small boat in a different spot and eying me with disapproval.

“Yes, Captain,” I grunted, adjusting my stand in the fabric of my trousers, which proved the wrong move.

“You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself, Simon,” he said. “And I know just how to teach you.”

My eyes went wide.

Captain Martin smiled with the expression of a man who was about to lay into a holiday feast. “Now, where’s the rope.”

Rope?My cock jerked.

And he knew exactly where the rope was. He strode over to a chest of drawers, tugged open the bottom drawer, and pulled out a rolled up length of black rope and tossed it onto the bed. The coil landed with a soft thud.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, my brain short-circuiting as I imagined all the possibilities.

“I’m going to tie you up and fuck you, Simon,” he said, in a manner he might use to say he was going to dip down to the galley and grab us a snack.

I swallowed, feeling a thrill all through my body.

“Do you consent?” he asked, with a hopeful expression.

“Consent? To what you just said, you mean?”

Captain Martin walked up to me and stood so close I could see the pores of his unblemished skin and smell the manly scent of him. His eyes were pools of heat and desire.

“Do you consent to being tied up and fucked, Simon? Contrary to what you might think, I don’t like to force myself on other men.”

I wanted to say, ‘Of course, let’s get started.’ But, instead, I crossed my arms over my chest and said, “Well…I suppose so.” I didn’t want to appear too eager. “If you must.”

Captain Martin smiled and crossedhisarms. “Not good enough. Perhaps you should go.”

“Oh!” I exclaimed, uncrossing mine. “You see, what I meant to say was ‘yes, Captain’.”

He waited.

“I consent,” I finished, making my willingness abundantly clear.

“All right. Now tell me what you consentto, Simon Bartholomew White.”

I cleared my throat, heat rushing into my cheeks. “To being tied up and fucked, sir.”

“Excellent. Now take those nasty rags off, so I can have them tossed over the side of this ship. Hopefully, that doesn’t kill half the sea life nearby.”

That was a low blow but, no doubt, a reasonable concern.

“Yes, Captain.”

Once I was naked, Captain Martin took charge like we were going into battle. Perhaps that’s how he thought of this sort of thing.

“Now lean over and hold your calves. Spread your legs.”

Well, he was getting right to business. Since I’d had to wait so long for this much-anticipated private interview, I didn’t exactly mind.

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