Page 99 of A Flash of Golden Fire

Domingo was panting hard, his chest and cheek pressed to the mattress, his rosy arse in the air. He spread his knees and sighed. “Oooh, yes.”

Esmaralda was quiet. Perhaps she was intent on listening.

Domingo moaned and made eager sounds as he gazed back at me, his puckered hole visible and glistening with oil. “See? I’m ready for you, Rooster.”

Captain Martin took a seat on the bed beside us, facing me. He used his hands to spread Domingo’s cheeks further so his hole stretched and he made a vulnerable sound.

“Pass me that oil. I’ll make sure he’s slick enough for you.”

My fingers trembled as I passed him the bottle. Now that we were getting down to the act, I was plagued with unease. The idea of being watched by Dinesh was, on the one hand, exhilarating and perverse, but on the other, intimidating. What if I made a mess of this? It had been such a long time since I’d used my prick this way. Yes, fucking was fucking, and I was, at heart, an animal with base instincts—that couldn’t be argued.

I shook my head, trying to get the unwelcome thoughts to leave me be. I focused on the rising lust and the image of oil dripping down Domingo’s crack as Dinesh tipped the bottle.

“Put it in! Put it in!” Esmaralda ordered from her cage, which added insult to injury.

Domingo groaned as the oil made a path along his skin, then gasped as the captain spread the slick over his hole and taint and pushed two fingers inside.

“Oh, fuck me, Captain Martin. You do know how to touch a man.”

“Yes, well, I’ve had years of practice.”

“Slattern,” Domingo muttered.

“Beautiful, dirty, whore,” Captain Martin said in the sweetest of tones as if he were conferring upon Domingo the highest of praises.

“Nasty cunt!” Esmaralda screamed.

But we were getting used to her rude interruptions and didn’t pay her any mind, although the fact that she sounded so human remained unsettling to a degree.

The captain used his other hand to spread Domingo again so the oil pooled and moistened every bit of him.

“There you go, Rooster. Have at it.”

“Fuck,” I said. Now that I was staring at the beautiful arse of the sweetest whore I’d ever laid eyes on, I wanted nothing more than to fuck him. The intimacy of what the three of us were about to do was intoxicating.

I got on my knees behind Domingo, and met Dinesh’s gaze as I nudged the head of my cock where it yearned to go.

“You’d better watch what you’re doing, Rooster,” Captain Martin suggested. “Don’t look at me. Look at the man beneath you.”

I mean, he had a point.

I swallowed and dug my fingers into Domingo’s hip to keep him steady as I pushed my cock inside him.

Captain Martin cursed. Domingo moaned. Esmaralda whistled and clucked.

As my prick sank into Domingo’s velvety warmth, my eyes rolled back in my head from the pleasure. Had topping another man ever been this good? My instincts and my lust took over as I pushed in all the way.

“Oh my God…” I gasped, as I gave Domingo soft thrusts that elicited gorgeous sounds and a comment from Captain Martin.

“Jesus Christ and all the angels,” Dinesh murmured in awe as I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. A surge of excitement hit me, solely from our connection. I moved into a quicker rhythm, encouraged by Domingo’s vocal reaction. The sounds he made could have been an act, but I chose to believe he was enjoying himself.

Chapter Fifteen

Escape

“Wait,” Dinesh said, and I froze, because I was used to obeying him. “Don’t move.”

He let go of Domingo and surged onto his knees beside me. His mouth found mine, and he breathed into me, plunging his tongue inside as he slid his slick fingers down my back and into the crack of my arse. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he’d breached me with two fingers and sank them deep.