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Fletcher
It was a bizarre feeling, being so sore. EspeciallywhereI was sore. Yet, I smiled as I woke up in the captain’s large, comfortable bed. Even through his dominance over me the night before, he’d been gentle as well. Caring. It’d further verified my beliefs about him; that the stories weren’t true.
That he was actually a good man.
When he chose to be.
Muffled shouts from the crew reached my ears as I continued lying in the bed. I recognized Horace’s gruff tone amongst them, and I snickered. Sounded like he was bitching at Alek. It took me all of three seconds to realizeIshould be out there with them working. Being the last one on deck normally was cause for being whipped by the cat-o’-nine-tails.
Throwing the warm blanket off me, I sat up and jumped out of bed.
Big mistake.
I winced at the sudden jab of pain in my ass and knelt over, taking deep breaths. Tears stung the corners of my eyes and I remained in that position, hands on my knees and breathing deeply in and out of my nose, for several seconds. Once it passed, I stood up and turned toward the door.
Kellan stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame and looking way too amused at my expense. “I don’t recall giving you permission to get out of bed, boy.”
“I don’t recall asking for permission,” I countered, crossing my arms. It was then I remembered that I was still naked, and my hands instantly went to cover my privates. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to dress and begin my work for the day.”
He didn’t move. He just stood there with the same smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
“I have a proposition for you,” he said, walking farther into the room.
“From experience, I know that’s not necessarily a good thing,” I said, stepping backward as he approached me. Funny that the night before, I couldn’t get enough of him—couldn’t get him close enough. And now I was trying to flee like a fish caught in a net. Perhaps my nakedness and the vast amount of daylight shining into the room played a role in that. “I remember you saying something similar before you press-ganged me into your crew.”
“You were not forced to do anything you didn’t want to do,” Kellan said, now a foot from me. He closed the small distance and took hold of my chin, tiling my face up to his. “Call me a liar.”
I gulped as I stared up into his mismatched eyes. The power of his presence was just as strong as it’d always been, except now I truly knew the extent of that power.
And I craved it even more.
“What’s this proposition?” I asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying he was right. Because he was. He might’ve been the one to shove me forward, butIchose to keep walking.
The captain’s hand trailed from my chin and down my neck. Bumps formed on my arms and legs at the soft contact, and my cock hardened.
“A promotion,” he answered, and something about his expression led me to believe this promotion of sorts humored him. “From swab to cabin boy.”
I snorted. “You’re bonkers, Captain, if you think I will be some whore in your bed to do with as you please.”
No point in admitting that, yes, I’d actually enjoy such a thing. Apparently, I didn’t have to say it, for my body said it for me.
Kellan wrapped his long fingers around my cock and gave it a slow pull, causing me to moan and lean my head back on the wall.
“Not all cabin boys are bed warmers,” he said in a too seductive tone, still stroking me. “I would require you to clean my cabin, wash my clothes, bring me meals, and perform any other tasks I ask of you.”
“So to be your servant,” I retorted in disgust, trying to fight my body’s needs. If he continued moving his hand on me much longer, though, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from surrendering to the pleasure. “I’d rather scrub the deck.”
A whine escaped my throat when his hand fell away. A deep ache spread through my groin at the denial of orgasm, and I was tempted to agree to his offer if only to get him to finish what he started.
When I met his stare, I was puzzled to see the uncertainty in his eyes. It was as if he was fighting an internal battle with himself.
“You never cease to surprise me,” Kellan said, intently staring into my eyes. I wondered if he was searching for the answer to some unspoken question. “The world falls at my feet to please me in fear of my rage, and yet you persistently challenge my authority. Most men would jump at the chance to serve me in this way, and yet you refuse.”
“I am not most men,” I pointed out. “And I believe it unwise to agree to a thing just to please someone else, even if that someone is you.”
“That is the thinking of a fool.”
