Page 133 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“No,” I squeaked as he came closer. What was he going to do? My breath hitched, and I held onto the chair edge even harder.

He sank to his knees, my gaze following him in shock. What on earth?

He picked up one of my bare feet and rubbed his stubbled cheek against the bottom, which felt…well,incredible, to be honest. I might have whimpered.

“What are you doing?” I asked, suddenly breathless.

“I’m showing you what I want you to protect by wearing shoes on deck and most other places.”

“But I—” I started to protest, but he sucked my big toe into his mouth, staring at me with big, dark eyes, laving the sensitive pad with his silky tongue.

“But…my feet are filthy,” I sighed.

He grinned and sucked harder. “Mmm.”

I made a strange noise as each rub of his tongue and suck of his cheeks worked their magic on a more intimate part of me.

“Oh my fucking God…” I said as my eyes rolled back in my head, and my body went limp.

And then he sucked all of my toes into his mouth, and I groaned in erotic agony, my prick filling with blood, and my bollocks coiling in readiness. I was going to spend from this if I didn’t speak up.

“Captain,” I whispered, barely able to make words. “Captain…”

He groaned around my toes as I made a desperate noise and barely held on.

“Please…please…” I begged.

I didn’t know what I was begging for. Did I want him to stop, or did I want him to continue? How humiliating to ejaculate from having my toes sucked. Then again, humiliation was kind of my thing.

I made a soft sound and took my fingers off the chair, reaching for the tent in my breeches.

The captain let my toes slide out of his warm mouth. But he held my foot still.

“No, no. Hands off, my boy. That there’s mine, just like these five pretty babies,” he said, sliding a finger along my toes. “Unbutton yourself and pull your prick out. But then let go. I just want to see how much you want my attention.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, doing as he bade me. How could I resist touching myself now?

“Keep those hands on the arms of that chair.”

“But Captain, I—”

“I don’t care a whit. I’m going to take my time and enjoy you, and I don’t give a good goddamn what you do. If you need to finish, finish. If you’d rather try to hold off, I’ll do my best to make it good for you. Either way, I’m going to take my own pleasure, so you might as well hang on for the ride.”

He gave me a look of such wickedness it took my breath away.

“You want me to stop?” he asked in a quiet voice that demanded a genuine answer.

I shook my head from side to side. “No, Captain.”

“Good. Because I have a whole afternoon to waste whilst Hillier charts our course.”

I didn’t know exactly where we were going, or what we might do when we got there, but for the next several hours I didn’t care about anything except the feel of the captain’s lips and tongue touching me everywhere. I floated in a quiet, blissful place whilst eventually attaining a well-earned release, then drifted off to sleep in the arms of my beloved captain.