Page 16 of Kidnapped by the Pirate
Yet Hawk couldn’t quite banish the fantasy completely, tucking it away in the corner of his mind since he was apparently intent on tormenting himself despite his better judgment.
He took the wheel for a time. The day passed slowly, and several times he had to stop himself from returning to his cabin to see how his prisoner fared. The longer he left little Plum alone, the sooner the boy would be cowed completely. Hawk ate his evening meal with the men of the second dog watch as the sun went down.
The young man stationed outside Hawk’s cabin snapped to attention as he approached. Hawk asked, “Did he try to bargain with you?”
“No, sir. Barely looked up from the floor.”
Hawk held out his hand for the key. “Very good, Mr. Porter. Be sure to keep your guard up around him in the days to come. Dismissed.”
Following his own advice, Hawk turned the key swiftly and entered his cabin braced for attack. None came. Arms around knees, Plum huddled in his corner, where the starboard side of the hull met the stern. Hawk could just glimpse his head over the desk.
Hawk swaggered around as if he didn’t have a care in the world, remaining alert, hand resting casually on his sword hilt. Plum kept his gaze on his feet, which were now bare. At least he had the good sense to do away with shoes and stockings.
After a day of full sunshine, Hawk longed to tug off his stifling boots. But not yet. He surveyed the bowl of food on the floor, which appeared untouched. So fucking much for good sense.
“Eat.”
No reply.
Hawk growled, “Have you gone deaf?” Plum mumbled something, and Hawk demanded, “Look at me.”
Plum’s head snapped up. “I said I’m not hungry!”
“Is that so? And what makes you think I give a fuck whether or not you’re hungry? You will eat when I tell you to. Do I have to hold your nose and shove that stew down your throat?”
The boy was full of shit—of course he was hungry. He’d drained most of his cup of water, at least. But this brainless rebellion had to be crushed. Hawk stepped closer, spreading his legs slightly, looming over his prisoner. “Do I have to chain you naked to the bed after all?”
Adam’s apple bobbing, Plum’s gaze darted to the bulge of Hawk’s cock in his trousers, his breath catching. Was it simply fear, or something else as well?
A spark in the air like flint on stone tightened Hawk’s bollocks. Hmm. Could it be Bainbridge just might enjoy being ravished?
But no, Plum’s lip curled with disgust. “You’re repellent. A filthy animal.”
“Keep fighting me, and you’ll find out just how filthy I am.”
Plum shuddered. “You know Father won’t pay if you hurt me, you monster.”
Hawk took his time, looking him over as if he were a piece of meat. He lifted his lips in a leering smile. “There are plenty of things I can do to you that won’t leave a mark.”
“You blame my father for branding you a pirate, but clearly your heart was already black.”
Hawk lowered his voice another octave. “I’ll make you like it. Just imagine how much you’ll hate yourself after that.”
Bainbridge had no response but to reach for his bowl and shove a spoonful of stew into his mouth. He chewed angrily, but Hawk let him have his impotent rage.
Plum was one of English society’s puppets, so of course he was horrified by the thought of men fucking. He lived a buttoned-up, pathetic little life of obedience to his father. This excursion on a pirate ship would probably be the one burst of excitement in his entire existence.
Might as well give him a show, then.
Slowly, carelessly, Hawk strode around the cabin, disrobing bit by bit. He took off his belt and tucked away his weapons, including the boy’s dagger, in a chest and locked it.
He considered commanding Plum to pull off his boots. Hawk would sit on the side of the bed with his trousers unlaced and shirt off, legs spread as far as he could, making his captive kneel.
The thought coiled desire in his belly, a low, hot pulse. Must have been the lingering thrill of the hunt and capture that stirred him. Tormenting Bainbridge’s son was one thing, but Hawk had to keep his lust in check. It wasn’t typically a problem. He could go months with only his own hand, and happily.
Yet there was something intoxicating about Plum and his little acts of defiance. Many men would have pissed themselves and wept. Hawk had seen it enough over the years.
Still, he’d already given the boy too much time. Although it was fun to toy with him…
Hawk stripped off his shirt and unlaced his trousers, peeling them and his drawers down his legs although he still wore his boots. He was quite sure he had Bainbridge’s attention as he bent over bare-arsed and pulled his feet free, resisting the urge to sigh in relief as he stretched his toes and kicked his trousers away.
