Chapter 3 #5
“I’m going to put this inside you.” His voice was silky smooth.
He gripped Rowan’s jaw in one long-fingered hand as he squirmed.
The other pressed the object forward ever so slightly so the rounded tip breached Rowan’s hole.
“Don’t worry. It won’t get lost. I had it specially made just for you.
” The plug—Rowan understood fully what it was now—entered him further.
Stretching. Yves’s tongue ran down the shell of Rowan’s ear, over the line of silver earrings.
“This is going to keep you ready for later. And it’s going to keep my cum nice and safe inside you.”
The plug advanced further, and Rowan whimpered.
“Once it’s in, we’re going to dress and go back out there in front of our loyal crews who just heard me fuck you senseless.
And with every step, you’ll feel it inside you, slick with my cum.
And you’re going to think about what I just did to you and what I’ll do later. You’re going to know you’re mine.”
The plug slid home and Rowan moaned. He shifted uncomfortably, the plug pressing at his insides with every movement. How was he meant to face his crew with this thing inside him? He was already sore, and the rounded silver tip barely brushed his prostate. Teasing. Torturing.
“Can you do that for me, darling?”
Rowan licked his parched lips and nodded.
“Say yes,” Yves commanded.
“Y-yes…”
Yves released his jaw and stepped away, all smiles and charm once again.
“Now, we’d best return. We’ve kept our guests waiting long enough.”
Rowan had adjusted slightly by the time they stepped back out onto the deck.
He was still a bit disheveled, but Yves—seemingly by some demonic magic Rowan had yet to discover—was clean and perfect.
Not a hair out of place, but still a bit blood-soaked.
Rowan realized some of the bloody smudges on Yves’s clothes and face were distinctly finger-shaped, and hoped no one else noticed.
Every eye on deck swiveled to the two captains the moment they emerged. The prisoners stared in both awe and fright. The pirates looked on with a knowing gleam. Fox was outright grinning, and he looked Rowan up and down as if he knew about the plug.
Rowan vowed to make him scrape barnacles later.
The two pirate captains crossed the deck side by side. Every few steps the plug brushed Rowan’s prostate, sending a jolt through his nerves. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying his damnedest to walk normally and not blush.
They stopped in front of the group of kneeling prisoners.
There were fewer than two dozen of them left.
Fewer than Rowan remembered. Had Yves ordered them killed with every noise Rowan made?
Surely not. Rowan must have been misremembering.
Yves might be a bloodthirsty bastard, but he didn’t lie to Rowan, not anymore.
John stepped up beside his captain as Rowan and Yves surveyed the prisoners. Rowan could tell at a glance that they were a green bunch. Not to the point that they would be useless as sailors, but not as highly experienced and trained as the two pirate crews.
Rowan’s mind turned back to Yves’s mysterious machinations.
This ship was a relatively small fish compared to the rich bounty they usually hunted together.
It hadn’t been much of a challenge. But Yves had asked for the Sweet Lettie, and that’s what Rowan had delivered.
Rowan’s gaze flicked to the side, trying to gauge Yves’s expression.
“Some of you already know me,” Yves began, his voice carrying over the deck. He paced a few steps down the row. Rowan blinked, and looked closer at prisoners’ faces. One was vaguely familiar, but in his distracted state, he couldn’t place him.
“Some of you know us only by reputation, but if you don’t…
” He sketched a gallant bow, the huge ruby in his earlobe flashing in the sun.
“I am the Deep Water Demon, and this is the Ghost Hawk. Whatever you have heard, I assure you it’s tamer than the truth.
” This earned a few chuckles from the pirates.
Rowan didn’t react, except to shift his stance in an effort to relieve the pressure on his insides.
“Before you lies an opportunity.” Yves paced back to Rowan and drew one of the pistols from Rowan’s brace, gracing him with a manic wink before turning back to his audience.
“The Sweet Lettie belongs to us now. Normally we’d rob and abandon you.
But you’ve simply seen too much.” He cocked the pistol and the prisoners cringed.
A few looked like they were about to cry.
Surely Yves wasn’t planning on actually killing all of them.
He’d said he would reconsider if Rowan agreed to accept his gift, which wasn’t the only reason Rowan currently had a silver plug up his ass, but that had certainly been a factor.
If Rowan had to step in and stop him, neither of them would be pleased.
“My loyal first mate deserves a reward for all his hard work over the years. So I am gifting the Sweet Lettie to him.”
John’s head snapped toward his captain, sharp eyes darting between Yves, Rowan, and the prisoners. It seemed not even the loyal and devoted first mate was privy to his captain’s plans. Yves ignored the reaction. His eyes remained trained on the prisoners.
“So I present you fine sailors with a choice.” Yves leveled the pistol at them. “Join us, or die.”