Page 30 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Well done,” he sighed. “That was quite satisfactory.”

I gasped for breath. “Quite satisfactory?”

The nerve of him!

His face was full of amusement, and my anger died in a moment.

“Get under the covers, Rooster. You’re bunking with me.”

“Yes, Captain,” I said, charmed by the nickname he’d given me.

“And, Rooster?”

“Yes?”

“Based on your wonderful performance as a soap depository and the skills you’ve recently demonstrated so”—his eyes twinkled—“satisfactorily…”

I frowned.

He continued, “I’ve made the perhaps rash decision to claim you as my own.”

“Your own? But what does that mean? Do I get a say in it?”

“Of course you do. Despite having a questionable means of employment, I’m not a scoundrel.” He examined me with much thought. “What say you?”

“To what exactly? You haven’t explained.”

“To being my cabin boy and my housekeeper and my willing catchment when I’ve need of one.”

“How fucking romantic.”

He laughed.

“I’m not trying to seduce you, Rooster. I want to fuck you. And I want to play with you. And I want to own you, in a manner of speaking,” he stated. “In return, you get to live here, in my rooms, and enjoy all the luxuries you see around you, on a daily basis.” He smirked as a tinge of pink crested his cheeks. “Well, at least on those occasions that you don’t have a broom in your hand or my cock up your arse.”

A testament to how much I wanted him that I disregarded the broom comment.

“Well, in that case—”

He held up his hand.

“But.If I catch wind of you offering your talents to any of the other men without my express permission or command, I will put you over the yardarm and whip you raw in front of them all.”

My eyes went wide. “Truly?” I asked in an alarmed whisper.

“Perhaps not. But I will be sorely disappointed.”

“Then, yes, I agree.”

“You must speak the words to seal the deal.”

I rolled my eyes. “I agree…to be your cabin boy and—”I’m going to regret this part. “—housekeeper,”But not this part. “—and your willing catchment. Satisfied?”

“Oh, Rooster. I’m positive that I will be extremely satisfied with this arrangement.”

Dear God, what had I just signed up for?

“And I hope that you will find some pleasure in being my devoted houseboy and fucktoy.” He grinned, as if that really was beside the point.

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