by Hilary Storm
"Finish your sentence, Captain."
I swallow. Here goes everything.
"It would have just been a quick fuck, Sir. We won’t let it interfere with the mission." His eyes narrow as he leans against the wall, like he's taking it all in. He takes his time thinking. I watch the smug look on his face while he processes the situation. He has me and he knows it.
I try my hardest not to look at the size of his arms bulging underneath his long sleeves.
"I guess this takes us back to where we started." The look of confusion on my face causes him to continue. "On your knees, Captain."
"How's that going to make all of this acceptable?" I ask while he pushes off the wall, slowly stalking toward me with a hunger in his eyes that almost equals the anger I'm fighting inside.
"I'm willing to make an exception to the rule in this case." He stands proudly in front of me once again, his eyes piercing through my sensitive skin, chilling me to the bone.
"Who's to say you won't out me, Sir?" I’m not dropping until he answers me.
"You have my word. I mean, you are the best in the squad, on paper that is. I'll have to decide if that’s true for myself." It won’t take him long to see that. I am the best.
My mind shifts back to the matter at hand. Why am I even considering? He's hot as fuck, so it's not like this will be complete torture; in fact, he has me wet just thinking about him using all that intensity on me. I can only imagine how passionately he fucks. The curiosity has me moving toward him. Step by step I watch his face. His tongue traces his lower lip, slowly, tempting me even further.
"I can even promise your fuck buddy will not be punished for his actions in this."
I watch him as I contemplate my move. Is this a test to him? Is he testing my dedication to this team and my career? Is he really willing to let me do this?
I swallow my pride and begin to kneel before him. This won’t be for me. This is for Harris. He takes a slight step back and unzips his fatigues. He pulls out his very large cock, and I close my eyes, open my mouth, and I take him in as far as I can. He allows me to take my time for a few seconds before he takes a hold of my head and fucks my mouth with multiple precise thrusts, hitting the back of my throat each time.
He pauses, lifting my chin so that our eyes meet.
"Why did you go to your knees? I had such faith in you. With that record of yours, I didn't peg you for a little whore."
With his cock still in my hands, I lean back, making sure he can see my mouth as the words leave it. "Don't forget who's in control right now." I squeeze his hard-on with both hands, because fuck if it doesn't take both to cover it. "Don't ever underestimate me, Commander. I'm not afraid to do the work to get through my mission." And right now my mission is to keep my ass out of trouble. “Don’t for once think I’m doing this for you.”
His grin is challenging. "Get up." He lifts me up, faster than I intended, and has me turned around with my back flat against his chest. His hands move over my clothes, teasing my breasts, pinching my nipples along the way.
"I'm not beneath fucking you to prove a point." His voice is even deeper now.
"I'm not either." I try to stand strong, attempting to hide the nerves twisting through my body. He grips my neck with one hand, squeezing a little tighter than I'm prepared for, and I hate my body for loving that.
He slides his fingers between the buttons of my shirt, letting them explore my sensitive nipples. They don't lie to him. Hell, they're practically begging for his touch.
"You'll have me thinking about these bare tits every time I see you. I'd advise you to be more prepared the next time I see you."
My body shifts with his statement. More prepared? How can anyone be prepared for something like this?
He pulls my face to the side and grumbles near my cheek. "Address me when I talk to you."
I force out a quiet "Sir, yes sir" before he releases the grip on my throat.
His hand slides down the front of my body and into my pants, slowly going straight for the part of my body that's still sensitive. I'm practically crawling out of my skin with all the desire flowing through me. I want to not crave his touch. I want to not anticipate the moment when he will actually touch me there.
He finally slides his fingers over my clit, putting the perfect pressure as he starts to unwind me, making me absolutely insane as I fight my orgasm. It's not like he's doing anything different than I can do to myself. His strong fingers have me moaning inside. However, it's in this moment that the anticipation is killing me. The waiting to see what he'll do has me at full attention with all of my senses on alert.
"Look how quickly the control changes." My skin chills with his words. The depth of his voice continues to surprise me in the otherwise silent room. He has me on the edge with his touch, and I feel my body shift even closer to him, begging for that fall.
"What would you do if I stopped?" I shake my head, hoping he doesn't punish me that way. The irony of me thinking he'd be harsh if he stopped when just a few minutes ago I felt the reprimand of forcing me to kneel to him was horrible, isn't lost on me.
"Please, Sir."
"Oh. Now you beg." He slips a finger inside me, pulling it out, and then sliding in two deep into my wet, hot core.
"Yes, Sir." My reply drifts off because he thrusts his fingers inside me, rolling his hand deep to reach my G-spot. He holds his hand tight against me while his fingers move deep inside. I feel him exploring me, and I begin to crave so much more from him.
"Pants off." I move fast at his command, fumbling, letting them fall to the ground at my feet. He pushes my back until I'm bent over the table, then moves my feet apart with a tap from one of his. I brace myself against the cold metal and files, my aching breasts sizzling when they meet the coolness of the desk. My body prepares for him, while the sound of the condom wrapper fills the room.
Nothing could've prepared me for him though. His size is unlike anything I've had before. His rhythm is serious and demanding, and I love every fucking second of it. His grip on my hips will for sure bruise me, but in this moment, I'm ok with any marks he wants to leave on my body.
He fucks me relentlessly. I orgasm twice before he grips my shoulders, pulling me even closer to him so he can pound into me hard enough to bring his own release.
Exhaustion spreads through me. I've waited for this feeling for what seems like forever, and it was so fucking worth the wait.
He slides out of me, steps back, and bends to pull up his pants. I edge my way off the surface of the desk and catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his leg. It's massive. He has me curious, but I don't dare ask.
He straightens his clothes before he moves for the door. "Don't let me catch you fucking anyone else. Report for duty in the morning." Closing the door, he walks right out of the room, leaving me naked and confused all to hell.
