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Important Ship’s Business

C aptain Martin led me to his rooms, where Boone was sitting once again, keeping an eye on things.

“Boone.”

“Captain.”

“Why don’t you go find Guthrie and see if he needs any help in the kitchens?”

“Aye, Captain,” Boone said, giving me a glance and then rolling his eyes. “I’ll make myself scarce so’s you can have your fun.”

“That’s not what—” Captain Martin started to say, but Boone only smiled and waved.

“Huh,” I said, gazing after him. “What do you suppose he thinks we’re going to do?” I asked innocently as if I didn’t have a very good idea.

“Whatever he thinks, I can promise you it’s nothing compared to what I’ve got planned for you, little witch.”

My heart fluttered at the endearment. I liked the way he used the frightening word as a soft little name for me, when my powers were so mysterious and perplexing and terrifying.

I followed him into his rooms. As soon as I had shut the door behind me, he told me to take off all my clothes.

“My goodness. That’s not very romantic, Captain,” I said, shaking my head with disappointment.

His eyebrows stretched up so high I thought they might climb over his head. “We’re on a pirate ship, Rooster, not a gondola on the Rio dei Greci.”

I didn’t know what that was, but I made sure to look affronted. “Excuse me. A privateer vessel , surely.”

Captain Martin smiled. “Surely.”

I took off my jacket and placed it on the chair at Captain Martin’s desk.

“Would be nice to get a sweet kiss or a flower first,” I muttered.

Captain Martin barked a laugh. “Honestly, you are the maddest fellow. Where the fuck am I supposed to get a flower out in the middle of the ocean?”

I quirked my lip at him. “And I thought you were a man of vision.”

Dinesh leered at me as I disrobed. “Oh, I’m envisioning quite a lot right now. And what I’m imagining doesn’t involve flowers or pretty words at all.”

“Well, fuck me,” I said, feeling my body ignite at those words.

“Don’t worry. That is a part of the vision.”

There was a rapid knock at the door.

“For fuck’s sake!” Captain Martin said.

He marched over as I draped my jacket over my bare shoulders.

He leaned toward the door. “Yes?” he asked.

“It’s me, Captain. Hillier.”

“What do you want?”

“May I come in?”

Captain Martin glanced at me. I shrugged.

“If you promise not to be upset at what you see.”

“Oh. I…yes, I promise,” Hillier said, but he didn’t sound all that sure of himself.

Perhaps the captain was only trying to get rid of him because I still had most of my clothes on.

Captain Martin opened the door and ushered Hillier inside. Hillier looked at me, saw that I had my jacket over my bare torso like a shawl, noticed my bare feet, looked at Captain Martin, and smiled with relief.

“You had me going there for a moment.”

Captain Martin smirked. “What did you think you were going to see?”

“I…don’t think I can say that out loud.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I cursed, throwing my jacket on the chair and starting to undo my pants.

“White. You can wait until I’m done with Hillier to finish your disrobing.”

“But why should I? He seems to have expected to see me trussed naked from the roof. Surely standing here with no clothes on won’t bother him.”

“Rooster, keep your fucking breeches on.”

I stilled my fingers and straightened, crossing my arms over my chest. I did feel a little self-conscious in front of Hillier, to be honest.

“What’s the matter?” the captain asked.

“I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, Dinesh. You see…the men want their ten per cent now,” Hillier muttered.

Captain Martin stared at Hillier as if he couldn’t fathom the rush. “Right now? I’m a little busy…”

“Yes, well, I told them you were,” Hillier said, clearing his throat. “And Torrington said, ‘If the captain’s too busy—” Hillier glanced at me with an apology. “—dipping his dick in that pretty witch—” I preened as the captain scowled. “—then we’ll distribute the loot ourselves’.” Hillier shrugged.

Captain Martin blinked. “We haven’t even assessed the size of the haul.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Captain Martin thought about what Hillier had said. “Do you think they’d wait if I spoke to them?”

“Mayhap.” Hillier let his gaze shift to me for a moment.

“Hmm,” Captain Martin hummed. “What if you select some items of moderate value to give to each of the crew with promises of more to come once we take a cataloguing of what we found?”

Hillier stood a bit straighter. “Of course, Captain. If you’d trust me to do so.”

Captain Martin put a hand on Hillier’s shoulder. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t have put you in Donatello’s place if I didn’t.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Hillier replied.

“And, Hillier,”

“Yes, Captain?”

“If anyone is looking for Mr White, let them know that I’m briefing him on some very important ship’s business. We’ll try to be quick.”

Hillier grinned. “Of course, Captain.” He nodded at Captain Martin, grinned at me, and left us, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Hmm. I wasn’t aware this was to be an important business meeting,” I said as Captain Martin walked over to stand before me. “I don’t think I’m dressed for it.”

“Doesn’t worry me,” he said in tones that held a menacing note that thrilled me to my bits and back.

The energy in the room shifted, and my breathing quickened, my body on alert for what his closeness promised.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my words barely audible over my heavy breaths.

He quirked his lip as he reached out and took hold of my wrist, leading my hand to the front of his breeches and pressing my palm against the solid, hot mass of his covered stand.

“Oh,” I said. “I see.”

“Hmm. Would you like to?”

“Oh yes, please,” I said.

Captain Martin’s fingers flew over his breeches, and in a moment, he’d pulled out his cock, astonishing in its fiery rage.

“Hmm,” I said, tilting my head to eye his prick from a different angle. “Does boarding vessels inflame your blood, Captain?”

He grunted. “Aye. Though not as much as boarding young upstarts like yourself.”

I smiled, amused by his meaning. I closed the space between us and leaned against him, the hot brand of his excitement pressing into my belly. “Well…if you want to board me, you’ll have to subdue me first.”

His breathing quickened, and his hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my chin up and squeezing just enough to make me pay attention. I can tell you that one particular part of me became quite alert.

“My pleasure,” he said, walking me backwards to the bed.

I stumbled and fell onto the mattress as he shoved me down and covered me with his much bigger body, a situation that I welcomed.

My fingers wrapped around his sabre, causing him to groan and push into my grip. He closed his eyes and grimaced.

“Careful, careful. It’ll all be over before we start.”

Oh, hell, no.

I released him immediately and stretched my arms over my head, blinking in mock confusion.

“What will be over, Captain? I thought we were discussing business.”

“Business,” he said, with some astonishment. “Simon White, are you being deliberately obtuse? Obviously, that was simply an excuse to make our meeting more legitimate to the crew.”

“Oh no, Captain. I would never. Just, when you asked me to come to your rooms I imagined you wanted…well…” I raised my eyebrows, silently begging Captain Martin to understand that I desperately wanted to be the innocent virgin about to be despoiled.

It took him a moment. Finally, his confused expression softened with understanding.

“Ah, yes,” he murmured, his gaze running over me, eyes blazing with sudden fire. “Well, you see, Rooster, I wasn’t exactly clear about my intentions.”

I batted my eyelashes at him, pretending to have not a clue what he was about.

“No? Well, I want you to know that I’m here for you…whatever you need.”

Captain Martin let a sly smile form on his face as he settled himself against me, his cock a hard brand against my hip. I still had my breeches on—an unfortunate oversight. But that made playing the game a little easier.

“Well, I’d like to try something. You strike me a friendly fellow.” He smiled, and the devilish glint in his eye was everything.

“Very friendly,” I said. “To a fault.”

“Mm-hmm. Well, so am I.” He blinked slowly like a happy cat. “Do you know what two men who are… very friendly …can do with each other?”

“Hmm,” I said, scratching my chin and doing my best to be adorably daft. “Play checkers?”

“No.”

“Chess?”

“Oh dear, no. Much too dull. The game I’m thinking of is so much more exciting.”

“Okay,” I said. “How do you play it?”

He looked like he was going to start to laugh. “If I describe it, the game is going to sound very strange.”

“Hmm. But how will I know what to do if you don’t?”

He winked. “Oh, it’s very easy. I’ll do all the hard work.”

“Hard work?” I scoffed, squirming underneath him. “That doesn’t sound like very much fun.”

“Oh, it is though. Very enjoyable.”

“Hmm. I don’t know.” I pretended reluctance, though he could probably feel my rampant stand poking him.

“Let me show you,” he said.

“Hmm. I suppose that would be all right.”

“Excellent. But you must do as I say. Even if my instructions sound strange. If you trust me, I will introduce you to an enjoyable activity.”

“How can I possibly resist?” I asked.

“I don’t think you can,” he said, pushing onto his knees and tugging at my breeches.

“Oy, what are you doing, Captain?” I asked with mock astonishment as he undid the flap. I went up on my elbows and gazed at him as if I really were a lily-white virgin who didn’t know any fucking thing. The idea was ludicrous, but the entire fabrication did make for a fun romp.

“Shh,” he said, undoing my breeches and pulling my cock out.

“Captain Martin!” I gasped.

“Oh, don’t worry, my lovely boy. This won’t hurt.”

“Are you quite sure?” I asked, batting my lashes and uttering little gasps as he stroked me.

“Quite sure. I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry. Am I hurting you?”

I looked down at his fingers sliding up and down my very willing stand and shook my head. “No. Not at all.”

“Excellent. How does this feel?” He gave me a particularly long stroke that finished over the head.

“Oh! Do that again.”

He grinned and repeated the motion. I half sat up again. “Oh, Captain. Now what?”

“Turn over,” he said, releasing my cock and moving aside.

“Turn over?” I asked. “But why?”

“All will become clear. For now, it’s because I want to have a look at your pretty arse.”

“Well, then,” I said, rolling myself over.

“Let’s just get rid of these,” Captain Martin said, pulling my breeches all the way off and tossing them aside. “Hmm. Look at you.”

I wiggled my bottom and craned my neck so I could see the admiring look on his face. “Is my arse very nice?”

“Oh, my darling. You have the prettiest bottom I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. I can’t wait to show you what being very friendly with another man can be like.”

“Yes, please.”

“But first, a spanking.”

“A spanking! Whatever for?” I asked, putting my right hand over my arse, palm up, to guard against him.

“Because I want to. Trust me, it’ll warm your blood nicely.”

“No. I don’t want you to.”

“Rooster.”

“You can’t make me,” I said in such a way to make it plain that I wanted him to force me.

“Oh, think you’ll find that I can,” he said, lunging forward and grabbing my wrist, as he settled on his knees beside me. With one tug, he had me sprawled over his broad lap, then held my wrist with my arm bent at the elbow, so I couldn’t possibly move. With his other hand, he began to stroke and slap and pinch the skin of my buttocks until I was writhing mass of sobbing emotion.

“Oh, please. Oh, please. This isn’t as much fun as I expected!” I protested.

But Captain Martin laughed and kept going. When he finally stopped and simply laid into me with the palm of his hand, the change was a relief and a pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my God,” I blurted as he held me still and spanked my arse like he had nothing better to do. “Oh, Captain. What a wonderful game.”

The spanking stopped and if what I was hearing was an indication, Captain Martin scrabbled with the ties of his trousers.

“Oh no, what are you doing now?” I asked in a hilarious approximation of alarm.

“I am going to put my cock into your saucy arse and fuck you ten ways till Sunday. Now be quiet and spread your legs.”

“Oh yes, Captain. This game has been lovely so far. I can’t wait to find out what—” I stopped talking and groaned as his slick finger pushed inside me. “Oh God. Oh God .”

Captain Martin gasped and went deeper. “Oh yes. Look at you squirm.”

“Oh my God.”

He prodded me with one, then added another.

I groaned and gasped and writhed, my cock leaking onto the sheet beneath me. I thought I might finish from only that and all the play-acting. I truly did feel like a virgin who’d never had anything in his arse before.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider as he played with me. By the time he pushed three fingers up me, I was almost a goner. “Captain! I’m going to spend if you keep going.”

“Don’t you dare. No, no. You mustn’t,” he said, sliding his fingers out. “Get a hold of yourself.”

“I’ll try. I’ll try,” I said, lying as still as I could whilst my body throbbed with desperate need.

“Wait for me…”

In a moment, he had covered me, and his randy rapier was going in, in, in . So fucking deep, deliciously skewering me as I tried to keep breathing.

“Oh, Rooster, Rooster, Jesus…” he muttered, stuttering, gasping and groaning as he moved with much urgency. I didn’t think it would take long for either of us.

It didn’t.

Our cries of completion mingled in the pungent heat of the room as we gave ourselves up to the pleasure we made together. Trembling and gasping, we came down from the height of our mutual culmination and relaxed into each other.

I stretched my arms over my head, surrendering to the sense of boneless ease. Captain Martin—Dinesh—dropped down on top of me, the weight of him causing a woosh of air to escape my lungs.

“Heavy…” I squeaked. “Too heavy. Help.”

He sighed and cursed, then rolled off me.

When I looked at the captain, he was blinking and staring at the ceiling, his chest going up and down, cock still hard and shiny with oil, with leftovers of his seed at the tip. The slick moisture of his release oozed out of me, and I shuddered with aftershocks of illicit pleasure.

“Oh, Captain Martin,” I said, watching his lips twitch into a brief smile. “Dinesh.” I spoke his given name again, savoring the syllables in my mouth. He looked over and met my gaze. “What have you done to me?” I whispered. “This isn’t like any other game I’ve ever played.” I was still playing the innocent and coquettish young man.

He gazed upon me with adoration and amusement.

“No, and you shan’t play this particular game with anyone else.”

“Of course not,” I said, scooting over to lie on his chest. “The thing wouldn’t be the same.”

I reached down and found his victorious sword. He grimaced as I teased the overly sensitive skin.

“Is this what was inside me?”

“Yes. And it will be again. Possibly in about ten minutes.”

I watched him squirm and protest under my touch, turning the tables until he stilled me with a hand on my wrist.

“Enough. Too much.”

I afforded him mercy and withdrew my hand.

“Do you need to attend to your crew? Make sure there ain’t gonna be a mutiny?”

He sighed, still gazing upon me with dreamy eyes.

“Let them fucking mutiny,” he said. “Let them take over the ship and put me in a boat with only you, Rooster. I’d be more than happy.”

“What?” My astonishment was genuine. I hoped he was joking. “And lose all of this luxury?” I waved my hand at the room around us. “Speak for yourself, man.”

He sighed again and kissed me—so softly and sweetly that my heart melted. He pulled back and offered me a weary smile.

“Fine, then. I’ll go deal with them. But you are to stay right here, my little red rooster, filled with my seed. I don’t want you to get up. I want you exactly here when I return because I need to claim you again.”

I smiled. I’d be wherever he wanted me. “But what shall I do whilst you’re gone?”

“Think of all the ways I’m going to fuck you when I get back.”

“Oooh.”

He pushed himself up and backed off me.

“Spread your legs.”

I blinked in confusion and then obeyed.

“Oh, fuck me. Look at that hole. Wet with my spunk.” He inhaled a shuddering breath as he reached down and played with the juices there. I gasped and squirmed with pleasure and the thrill of debauchery. “Well filled, but there’s room for more. Don’t fucking move.”

He got off the bed as I lay there, spread wide for him and anyone else who might walk in.

*

L uckily, nobody disturbed me but the captain when he arrived back and made good on his word.

As the Arrow made our way toward the island of Tortuga over the following week, the captain took his pleasure—and I got mine—several times.

Hillier had also begun to teach me the art of wielding a cutlass. However, after a few close calls we determined that we couldn’t risk the loss of another quartermaster, and my lessons were ended, much to his relief. I was good with my knife and, of course, I had my magic.

The winds and the weather held, and by the time the moon had shifted into another phase, we drew near to our destination.

“Rooster,” Captain Martin said with excitement after pushing open the door to his rooms, where I was renewing my battle with the persistent dust—where was the stuff coming from? “Rooster, you must come and see.”

“See what?” I asked, jutting out my lip to puff a blast of air at my damp forelock. “Is there an orgy?”

He barked a laugh, but came in and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of his rooms—our rooms, I supposed they were by now—and up the steps to the deck.

“There had better be an orgy. I was right in the midst of—”

And then I caught sight of the turquoise water and the green and verdant island jutting up from the ocean like the shell of a monstrous turtle.

“Is that Tortuga?” I asked, in tones that expressed my awe of the island’s beauty.

“Turtle Island. Yes, that’s her. Isn’t she beautiful?”

Men were gathered along the Arrow’s rail, looking at the white sand and grey rocks and the miles and miles of green trees.

“Well,” I said, folding my arms along the rail and giving the island a quizzical stare. “Doesn’t look very civilized. We’ll get lost in all that jungle!”

He laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re not straying from the port town of Cayonne, which is just around the bend there. The village is somewhat more civilized than that jungle, at least in some respects.”

“Oooh, that sounds lovely. Do we have time for a quick romp though?”

“Gods, Rooster, you’re utterly insatiable.”

“Well? Do we?”

We did have time, in fact. We left Hillier to manage and disappeared into the half-dusted depths of the captain’s rooms, not coming up for air until Dinesh had fucked me twice and spent all over my face.

He sucked me until I spent all over my belly and chest, then passed me a handkerchief to wipe off. Ever the gentleman.

“I see you’ve succeeded in marking me as your own as we are about to head amongst vagabonds of all nations.”

“Yes,” he agreed, eyeing me with satisfaction. “You’ll likely hold my scent for a while.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is it too late to call for a bath?” I asked, using the handkerchief to give myself a cursory clean.

“Entirely. Do your best with the cloth and the washbasin if you must. But hurry.”

“Why? Am I really coming with you?”

“Of course. You’re my right-hand man, aren’t you?”

I blinked, stunned. “I thought that was pretend.”

He turned and winked at me. “The ruse worked so well, I’ve decided to promote you and make the designation permanent. I still expect you to warm my bed, of course. But only if you’re willing.”

I threw back the sheet and jumped off the bed, then strode over to stand directly in front of him, naked as anything, holding the soiled hanky.

“Of course, I’m yours. But I’m thrilled to be my own agent now too. Does this mean I’m an official member of the crew?”

He straightened and gave me an incredulous look. “You’re a legitimate member of the captain’s officers now, Simon. That’s one step above.” He smiled at me. “Don’t let your new position go to your head.”

“Since you insist on putting me in quite undignified positions on an almost daily basis, I’m sure that’s not a worry at all.” I smirked and eyed him up and down.

“What a naughty, naughty officer,” he said in a sultry tone.

“Oh, now we have to play at that game too!”