“Oh, with pleasure.”
He worked up some saliva, cupped my hand in his, and deposited a glob of shiny fluid there.He let go of me and made himself comfortable again.
With some annoyance I took hold of myself and began an awkward stroking motion that served to inflame me and get me close.But my rhythm was jerkier than I was used to, and the job took longer than usual.
Captain Martin watched with satisfaction as I struggled and gasped, gasped and struggled, and finally spurted semen all over myself in paroxysms of exhausted joy.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, climaxing at long last.Ecstasy turned to boneless ease, and I sank back against the sheets.“Fuck.”
“There’s a good lad.Well done.”
I looked at Captain Martin with what I hoped he saw as annoyance, even though I was so happy to have been allowed to achieve completion, my irritation might not have conveyed properly.Dinesh was a man who delighted in seeing me frustrated and pent up for days on end, until he permitted me release, so I felt luckier than normal, even though the situation had been less than ideal.And now I knew I could use my left hand to strip off if I needed to.Win, win.
“I need to get back to my duties,” he said, preparing to stand.
“Oh, excuse me, I seem to have gotten into a bit of a pickle,” I said, glancing down at myself and back at him with expectation.
“Ah, yes, I see that.”He clicked his tongue.“What an astonishing amount of spunk.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Oh,” he said, comprehension dawning.He got up and took a cloth, wet it in the washbasin, rang the water out, and tossed the rag onto my stomach.“There you go.”
“The ropes, Dinesh.If you want me to clean your fucking cabin before we make landfall, you need to untie me.”
He stared at me and then burst out a laugh.
“You know, I did almost forget.You look so lovely tied up on my bed, covered with our combined essence, I should love to leave you right where you are.”
“I’m sure.”
He came closer and bent to untie my right wrist and then my ankles.
“However, I do have work to do.And so do you as you mentioned.”
He tickled the soles of my feet as he released me from my bonds.“I’m hoping that our time spent in Talamanca will be a much-needed respite.”
I grabbed the cloth and started to wipe the spunk from my belly, but he took my wrist and stopped me, bending to lap some of the fluid with his talented tongue whilst gazing at me with an intensity that took my breath away.He made a sound low in his throat as he closed his eyes to savour the taste.Then he watched me as I swiped the cloth over myself.
“What’s the matter?”I asked.
“Nothing is the matter.Everything is splendid.I’m the luckiest man alive, Rooster.Imagine having you all to myself to do with as I please.”
“Imagine,” I said, with sardonic emphasis, but then stuck out my tongue at him and grinned with delight.“At your service, captain.As ever I was.”
Chapter Three
Talamanca
Anothervividdreamassailedme the following night, and I jerked awake with a cry of terror, startling the captain who came to with a curse.
“Christ Almighty, Rooster.I thought the Spanish were after us.”
He moved to comfort me, but I held up a hand.
“No.Leave me a moment.”I couldn’t bear to be confined.“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.Whatever you need.Please tell me.”
