The Lovely Lotus

Chapter3

This whole evening was different Daxton thought, as he began to gently caress her delicate folds with his warm tongue as he wrapped a strong arm around each of her thighs, pleased when she sucked in her breath and arched her back before relaxing back into the pillows. As he pleased her, he couldn’t help but think of how he came to be on Captain Eliza’s crew, while it was a story like so many others, this one was his.

Five years ago, Daxton found himself in the final days of a ten-year imprisonment, awaiting execution. As the guards shouted about a "last chance" for survival, he dragged his emaciated body over, curious and desperate. To his surprise, he found a proper-looking lady questioning each inmate before dismissing them. When his turn came, he sat down, averting his eyes like the others.

“My name is Ms. Frey,” she introduced herself warmly. “I’m here to find individuals to help me work the land my recently deceased husband left me. I can promise you a clean bed, food to fill your belly, and medicine to make you well. It all depends on how you answer one question.”

Suspicious, Daxton peered through his long, dirty hair at her. “Is there a right and wrong answer to the question?” he scoffed, looking away again.

“Look at me!” she commanded sternly, and he obeyed. “What was your crime?” she repeated.

“I killed the man that r***d my sister,” he replied emotionlessly.

She did not flinch or recoil; instead, she simply thanked him for his time and walked away. Daxton was left bewildered, certain he would never see her again as he awaited his execution in three days. On the day of his execution, under a beautiful morning sky, the noose was being tightened around his neck when her melodic voice rang out above the crowd.

“I have paid for that prisoner, and I will be collecting him while he still has breath in his lungs!” The noose was removed, and he was thrown into the cart driven by the same woman behind a large black horse. They rode in silence for hours, from morning to night, until they finally stopped at a tavern and took a room for the night.

After a lavish meal and a large bathtub filled with hot water were delivered to the room, she finally spoke. “First and foremost, I am no lady, and I did not buy your life to work on any land. I am Captain Eliza Frey of the ship The Lovely Lotus, and I now present you with a choice.”

“A choice? What kind of choice?” Daxton asked, his curiosity piqued.

“You are free to go out on your own as a free man if you choose, but you will be alone. Or I offer you a place as a member of my crew. It's hard work, but it's a job, a place to lay your head, steady food, and adventure. I will get you healthy and back to yourself before any hard labor is expected. But the decision is yours and yours alone. Now come over here to the tub. I mean no offense, but you smell to the heavens.”

Daxton walked over to the bathtub, waiting for her to leave or at least turn her back, but she did neither. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Although perhaps it would help if I at least knew the name of the man disrobing in my room,” she said with a sparkle in her eye. Convinced she must be quite mad, Daxton nevertheless began to undress, desperate for a proper bath after so many years. Once he was undressed, he stepped into the copper bathtub, sinking into its warmth with a loud moan of relief. Her tinkling laughter reminded him she was still there.

“It's okay to enjoy it, especially after what you have undoubtedly endured. Do you know why I chose you and not any other prisoner from the execution?” she asked.

Daxton shook his head silently.

“Look at me, please,” she said sternly. He obeyed, surprised to see her eyes soften. “I chose you because you were imprisoned for avenging your sister. I believe you were unjustly convicted, and if you take my offer, you will be one of the most loyal men I’ve ever met.”

With that, she began to undress. He quickly averted his eyes, turning so fast he hit his head on the side of the tub. “Damn!”

Again, her tinkling laughter filled the room.

“There is something you need to understand. Our naked bodies are not a secret from my crew. If my men only saw my body clothed, I would be a mystery. Now, I am just their captain, that is sometimes naked. We do everything together—there are no secrets and no mysteries on my ship. Now, turn your head and look at me, Daxton.”

Daxton sighed heavily. “Captain, please, I beg you to have mercy. I have not seen a woman's flesh in nearly ten years, and I am afraid I will embarrass myself.” With that admission, he closed his eyes tightly.

He heard her moving around the room and then silence, thinking she had left. He opened his eyes just in time to see Captain Eliza stepping into the bathtub with him.

“Captain! No! I am dirty, and I am afraid...”

“Enough,” Captain Eliza said in a soft yet commanding voice. Daxton stilled immediately. Somehow in his panic, she had intertwined her legs with his.

“Open your eyes and look in mine,” she commanded softly. Slowly, Daxton opened his eyes and found hers. “Breathe and look in my eyes.”

He obeyed, and soon they were breathing in sync. His breath caught when he felt her hands moving on his thighs, softly raking her nails along the sensitive inner skin.

“Captain...” he moaned softly.

“Hush now, just feel.” With that, she wrapped her hands around his throbbing manhood, gasping in surprise at its massive size, especially considering his malnourished state. In mere seconds, he exploded into her hands under the water. Moments later, Daxton was flushed red with embarrassment, unable to look this mysterious woman in the eye. She had bought his life from the reaper, seemed kind and generous, and he had just spurted in her hands like a young lad.