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In Good Hands

I was helping Squid with the animals. He was good with them, I had to admit. We were down to three chickens, of course, but Mr Guthrie was getting an average of four eggs a day, which he used for the captain’s and my breakfast. I was a little embarrassed to be hogging the eggs, but then again, they were still thriving thanks to me.

The goats, however, remained a challenge.

I was telling Squid what the captain had said to me that morning—that he was tired of picking my clothes up off the floor and was thinking of making me his cabin boy, slash, housekeeper again.

The cheek!

Squid agreed that the captain’s words were way out of line and said I should complain about the captain’s prick being so needy and say I was thinking about taking a break from his appetites. I laughed so hard at that because, whilst it might honestly be a very effective bargaining tool, I wasn’t sure that decision wouldn’t punish me more than the captain.

During this stimulating intellectual discussion, Lillith got free of her tether and charged past us, heading down the hall toward the stairs.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered as Squid cursed and made chase. I followed behind, watching Lillith scramble up the steps and Squid follow in quick pursuit.

“Excuse me, pardon me,” I said as I followed them up onto the deck, colliding with a crew member who cursed me, then made the sign of the cross, muttering apologies.

“Oh stop! I’m not going to smite you down for being in the way,” I said, irritated with the way some of the crew steered clear of me. In a way, it was nice to have a little more respect. But on the other hand, I didn’t want the crew worried that at any moment I might call up a sudden storm to solve a minor dispute.

The young man scurried off, and I rolled my eyes, then continued the chase.

“Take it from behind!” a familiar bird voice yelled out.

“Oh fuck off, Esmaralda!” I yelled, spying Domingo and his pet watching us with much amusement.

“Oy!”

The captain’s terse shout pulled me right up, and I skidded to a stop near to where he stood by the rail speaking with Hillier. Hillier was holding an unrolled map between his hands so they could both regard it.

“Mr White,” Captain Martin said, with a stern look at me as his gaze tracked down my body in a way that made my cock stand up and say please. Until his attention landed on my bare feet.

“No shoes, I see,” he said with obvious disapproval. “And scrambling after a runaway goat. Some things never change.”

“You are a cunt!” Esmaralda shouted.

I straightened up and crossed my arms over my chest. I had on my pants and a shirt and even my jacket, so I wasn’t sure why he was grouching at me about my lack of shoes.

“I’m helping Squid. Lillith got away again.”

“I’m sure Squid can handle the animal,” he said. He was using his stern, no-nonsense voice, and my entire body turned into a panting tongue.

Captain Martin turned back to the quartermaster.

“That’s enough, Hillier. Let’s continue on to the Turks Islands. We must go somewhere, and I’m not going to dither about where. We’re fully manned and we have—” He glanced at me with a little smirk, then turned back to Hillier. “—our secret weapon. We’ll be able to deal with whatever comes our way, I trust.”

“Aye, Cap’n.”

“And you,” Captain Martin said, turning to where I was pinned to the spot, waiting for him to take charge of me. “In my cabin. This instant.”

“Yes, Captain,” I said, bashful all of a sudden, knowing full well what was coming.

Esmaralda chose that moment to yell out “The Captain’s cock is a truncheon!” in an excellent appropriation of my voice.

I closed my eyes, knowing that now I was in even more trouble.

Muffled laughter came from the crew who were nearby, and Domingo said, “Shut your trap, you bloody bird.”

I opened my eyes in time to see Domingo hastening away, the rude mynah scrambling for purchase on his shoulder.

The captain’s cheeks flushed but he pretended he hadn’t heard the remark. His gaze was fixed on me, at any rate.

“I need to teach you about the value of wearing shoes on deck, since you insist on behaving like a vagabond.”

I put a hand to my chest, my eyes going wide. “A vagabond! I’m dressed better than—”

“Enough. Go to my cabin and sit in the chair. I’ll be there momentarily.”

I knew enough not to push my luck so I obeyed the captain’s orders.

Boone was sitting on his chair outside the captain’s cabin.

“Hello, Simon,” he said.

“Boone,” I replied and went into the captain’s rooms, slamming the door behind me, so hard that the thing bounced open.

“I’m very fine, thanks. You?” Boone said sarcastically.

“Piss off.”

“I’m going to tell the captain you were rude to me,” Boone said

“Do as you like.”

I tore off my jacket, mad now that the captain had used his stern voice to captivate me into doing as he said. I’d been having fun with Squid. The banter had reminded me of a more carefree time when I hadn’t known my powers were about to make a reappearance and turn me into more than the Arrow’s animal handler.

I sat in the chair because I knew better than to disobey Dinesh in his own chambers. But I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled. My feet were still bare, and he could go to hell about it.

I sat there fuming but also feeling desperately aroused, which made me even angrier. How dare he be so tempting and handsome and make me do things I didn’t want to do? Well, I actually did want to do most of the things he insisted upon, but sitting in this chair and waiting was not one of them.

Finally, I heard him speaking to Boone outside the closed door.

“Good luck with him. He’s in a mood,” Boone muttered.

“There’s nothing I like better.”

“You’re a strange one, Captain Martin.”

“You’re not the first person to say so.”

Boone laughed and the door pushed open.

“I am not in a mood,” I growled.

Captain Martin closed the door and stood there, staring at me whilst I glared at him.

“Simon White.”

I didn’t answer right away. He narrowed his eyes.

“What?” I said, not daring to defy him by remaining silent.

“Come here.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to kiss you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Is this a trick?”

He moved toward me, slowly, like he was stalking a helpless animal. Which I wasn’t, but at the moment, I certainly felt like one.

“Do you think running about on the deck with no shoes on is a safe thing to do, Rooster?”

He was staring at my feet now with a hunger he generally reserved for my arse.

“Well, I don’t—”

“Yes, or no?”

“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.