Page 40 of A Flash of Golden Fire

I’d been looking forward to remembering the captain’s use of me the previous evening and enjoying a good wank.

I looked first at the bucket and then at the mopstick in my hand. I really needed to take the edge off, although why cleaning Captain Martin’s rooms had so stirred my blood, I wasn’t quite sure. I could be quick about the job, and the water in the bucket would still be warm.

I had a brief hesitation when I recalled the captain’s prohibition on self-pleasure. But surely, what he didn’t see, he couldn’t know had happened. He had certainly proved quite clever but he wasn’t all knowing and all seeing. And what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him…or me.

I didn’t latch the door because that might make Boone suspicious. I rested the mopstick against the wall and crawled onto the captain’s bed, reaching into my trousers. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the memories.

I became so entranced that I must have lost track of time, and was in the middle of a very vivid re-imaging of getting fucked in the ropes, when a sudden noise made me turn. I opened my eyes to see the captain standing just inside the door, as the mopstick handle lost its purchase and slammed to the floor.

“Blast!” I said, rolling onto my side to hide my leaking stand, and promptly fell off the mattress.

“Fucking hell,” I cursed as the pain of a rough landing distracted me from my ardor.

The door shut with a loud thud, and the click of the latch echoed ominously. I squeezed my eyes shut as if doing so would make me invisible.

If only.

The scuff of the captain’s boots on the wood floor and the sound of my frantic heartbeats were all I could hear for several moments. I cursed silently, not even trying to stuff myself away. Maybe the captain would be so distracted by my tumescence that he’d forget about the dirty floors and the unused mopstick.

The footsteps stopped near me.

I waited for Captain Martin to address me or to curse my name or to remark on the embarrassing situation he’d found me in. When he didn’t, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

He was standing at the foot of the bed where he could see me, gazing upon my rumpled state with an indefinable expression. He folded his arms over his chest and simply took me in. Fuck it, he was a handsome asshole.

“Are you quite all right?”

I glanced down at my cock, which had barely started to wilt from its engorgement due to my vivid imaginings, even after the horrible fright of the captain’s entrance and my tumble to the floor.

I cleared my throat.Act as though nothing is amiss. “Aye, and thank you for asking. Won’t take a moment to finish,” I said, glancing down at myself and giving the captain a suggestive leer.

He was unmoved. “Simon White. Were you having a wank in the middle of your duties?”

“Well, I was trying to. Until you came barging in.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Barging in? To my own quarters?”

I wrapped a hand around myself and began to stroke, holding the captain’s incredulous gaze. Probably a long shot, but I was an optimistic person.

“Rooster, get your fucking hand off yourself this minute.”

Holy shit. I did as I was told, but my prick only stood taller at the sternness in his tone.

“Yes, Captain. Anything you say, Captain,” I muttered.

“Get up and put your cock away. You have work to do.”

“Truly, Captain? I’d much rather work on sucking your—”

“Standup.” His tone brooked no nonsense.

I scrambled to my feet and stuffed my now truly frightened organ back into my trousers, then fastened the brass buttons on the flap.

Captain Martin took me in.

“The clothes suit you. Disobedience does not.”

“I’m still going to mop. I was just having a rest.”

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