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A Pirates Plunder Deanna Cox

A Pirates Plunder

Deanna Cox

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When lusty pirate Captain Locke captures another ship and takes on its crew for his own, he sets his sights on the new kitchen boy. Lithe and exotically handsome, it seems a waste to keep him locked away in the ships galley. Lockes determined toMoreWhen lusty pirate Captain Locke captures another ship and takes on its crew for his own, he sets his sights on the new kitchen boy. Lithe and exotically handsome, it seems a waste to keep him locked away in the ships galley. Lockes determined to have him for his own, but first he needs to teach him exactly whos in charge on his ship!Warning: This 5500+ word story contains boot licking, oral and anal sex. Adults only!Excerpt:I cant very well reach it from here, now can I? Use your head, lad, he said, impatiently.The younger mans face darkened with annoyance, but he picked up the tray again without complaint. This time, he set it down gracefully between Lockes spread calves, so that the meat and drink could be easily reached. The back of one hand lightly brushed against the inside of the captains leg in the process, and Locke grunted softly, before turning it into a gruff dismissal.He waited until the lad had turned his back and was almost at the door before deliberately upsetting the tray with one booted foot. The bowl of stew managed to cling onto life for a while longer- wobbling dangerously before settling back onto the tray. The flagon of ale, however, tipped and fell, dousing Lockes boot and clattering to the floor. Locke jerked his legs back off the table and let out a stream of curses, bringing the younger man back in a rush.These were my good boots, ye twice damned fool! he bellowed, mustering enough annoyance to make it sound almost true.The younger man stared at the mess wide-eyed. I-Ill get a rag, Captain, he managed.Bugger your rags! Locke spat. What in hells name were you thinking, putting what can easy be spilled right between my cursed legs?The lad looked uncertain, almost worried for a moment. But...but you said...Bugger what I said, too. Alls that matters now is that youve made a mess, and youll damned well unmake it now before I have a new pair made from your hide, Locke grumbled. He shifted in his chair so that his boots rested on the floor, gesturing down at the right of the pair- dripping wet and covered in curds of foam. Clean it off, he demanded.But...how, Captain?Use yer head, lad...and your mouth, Locke told him. No doubt itll do it some good to be used for summat other than smarting off. Now, lick it clean, he said firmly.Some of the worry left the younger mans face as he pursed his lips together, and Locke would have sworn that he was trying not to smile as he sank to his knees. Yes, Captain, he said softly.The lad was good, Locke had to admit, crawling submissively on his hands and knees towards him. The dark tan breeches he wore clung to the firm curves of his buttocks as he moved, swaying his hips a little as he came, his lower back deliberately arching to bring that tight little ass right up into the air. Locke watched hungrily as the younger mans cheeks rolled beneath the fabric, but he hadnt forgotten the aim of this little game. It was time to put this insolent little slut in his place.