Page 67 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Aye, Captain,” I said.

We stared at each other for a long moment.

“How long shall I be plugged then?”

“For as long as I desire. But I’ll get you out of these ropes.”

We looked at where the rope wrapped around the wood above.

“We were fortunate that beam held,” the captain said.

“Aye,” I agreed. “Good thing.”

Chapter Ten

A-pirating

After we’d eaten our supper, he bent me over the bed and removed the stopper, describing to me in detail the sight of his creamy spunk dribbling out and onto a towel he’d placed there.

He promptly fucked me again and left more inside me, although this time he played with his seed before letting me tidy myself up. By the time he was done with me I was desperate again.

“Please,” I groaned. “I can’t stand this cruel torment.”

“Oh, you poor dear. Come here, then. Sit on my lap.”

I sat on Captain Martin’s lap with my head on his shoulder as he jerked me off, with rough motions, whilst he whispered cruel and filthy things that he would do to me. When he was done, he cleaned me and tucked me into bed.

“Good night, Rooster. My sexy, little witch.”

“Good night, Captain Martin. My lord and master.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I like that. That’ll get you whatever you want with me.”

*

Iwoke to arguing.

Opening my bleary eyes, I saw the captain fastening his breeches and grabbing his shirt from the back of the chair. Hillier stood before the closed door.

“If it’s so far away, perhaps we should try to avoid the vessel,” Captain Martin said.

“I don’t think we can, Captain. And the crew needs a battle.” Hillier stated. He side-eyed me, acknowledged me with a nod, then returned his gaze to the captain. “They’re all a bit spooked by what happened, and we need supplies.”

“That’s why we’re heading for Tortuga,” Captain Martin said, pulling on his jacket.

“Yes—” Hillier explained, while the captain gazed at me with a smile. “—but, the men don’t want to buy supplies. They want tostealthem.”

Captain Martin closed his eyes, as if leading a ragtag group of bloodthirsty pirates was more than he could bear. He opened them and gave me a falsely cheery grin.

“Get up and get dressed, Rooster. We’re going a-pirating.”

“Coffee?” I squeaked. Surely we couldn’t go into battle without breakfast. Not this time.

Hillier snorted a laugh. “Jesus. The freckled slut’s been with you for a month and he’s already turned into a pampered princess.”

The captain folded his arms over his chest and sighed. He really did have the long-suffering attitude down.

I frowned. “Fuck you, Hillier. I was a princess before I ever boarded this ship. But you’re right about the slut reference.” I winked at him and wiggled my hips under the sheet.

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