slapped across her ass. Eyes widening, she glanced at him over her shoulder, rubbing her burning bottom. That hadn’t been expected!
“What—”
“When I ask you a question, I expect a proper response. No ambiguity.” Amusement danced in his eyes and he gave her another quick swat to the other cheek.
Trevor bit back a laugh when he heard Megan mutter under her breath. So far she was doing pretty fucking amazing with this submissive thing. But the defiant, power-hungry woman he loved was still lingering beneath the surface.
Before she could move to grab the bag, he strode forward and slid an arm around her waist, jerking her naked body back against him.
“How much did you like that, Megan?” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and inhaling the scent of her expensive floral perfume.
“L-like what?” Her head fell back against his shoulder and he watched as her breasts rose as she jerked in a ragged breath.
“Did you like me commanding you to give me head?” He slid his hand lower on her stomach and felt it clench beneath his touch.
“I loved it,” she whispered.
A thrill raced through him at their little power change. Not that either of them had ever really claimed that much more than the other, but seeing as he would have complete power for the next three days… He still couldn’t believe she was doing it. And it was a bit of a relief. A sexy and fun distraction. A way to have some control again. Even—or especially—if it was in the bedroom.
His mouth curved into a smile. “You know, angel, my soldiers call me Sir. Why don’t you give it a try?”
She was quiet for a moment, before obediently murmuring, “I loved it, Sir .”
Trevor smiled against her neck and slid his hand lower to cup her pussy.
“I know you did.” He pushed a finger into her sheath and found her soaked. “Seems you liked it quite a bit.”
He fingered her clit, felt her body clench beneath his hand, and then set her away.
“Go get that bag, angel.”
She pulled away with a purr. “Yes, Sir.”
When she bent to grab the bag, his cock stirred to life again at the image she made. The angle showed her spectacular ass giving way to the folds of her pussy. Her long, smooth legs had images of him fucking her in the shower racing through his mind. How it had felt to have those slender thighs gripping his waist when he’d plunged mindlessly into her.
Megan straightened again, breaking the seductive vision, and turned around to return to him. The front side of her was just as spectacular.
Her breasts, always a good handful, rode high on her body and her waist was narrow. Her pussy had always made him wild. Totally bare. Everywhere.
She’d loved to call him during the week, when they still had days before they could see each other, and tell him all about the Brazilian wax she’d just received. It would always make him so damn hard that when she showed up on base Friday evening, they usually wouldn’t even make it home before they were fucking.
“Open it,” he instructed when she stood before him with the bag.
He watched the muscles in her throat work and her cheeks turn slightly red. But she obeyed, unzipping the bag and handing it to him.
Trevor took it, holding her smoldering gaze for a moment before turning his attention to look inside the bag.
Holy shit.
Chapter Thirteen
Trevor’s cock jerked as he sorted through the sex toys, creams, oils, lingerie and various restraints and handcuffs.
“Jesus,” he muttered thickly and pulled an object out. “You really did mean anything, didn’t you, Meg?”
She let out a husky laugh. “Yes, Sir.”
He ran his gaze around the inside of Ryan’s house, though he already knew the layout pretty well. Finally he spotted what he wanted and gave a slight nod.
“Over there. Go sit down in the recliner.” When she went to move he caught her arm and halted her. “Actually wait here a moment.”
He disappeared down the hall to the bathroom and snagged a towel from beneath
“What—”
“When I ask you a question, I expect a proper response. No ambiguity.” Amusement danced in his eyes and he gave her another quick swat to the other cheek.
Trevor bit back a laugh when he heard Megan mutter under her breath. So far she was doing pretty fucking amazing with this submissive thing. But the defiant, power-hungry woman he loved was still lingering beneath the surface.
Before she could move to grab the bag, he strode forward and slid an arm around her waist, jerking her naked body back against him.
“How much did you like that, Megan?” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and inhaling the scent of her expensive floral perfume.
“L-like what?” Her head fell back against his shoulder and he watched as her breasts rose as she jerked in a ragged breath.
“Did you like me commanding you to give me head?” He slid his hand lower on her stomach and felt it clench beneath his touch.
“I loved it,” she whispered.
A thrill raced through him at their little power change. Not that either of them had ever really claimed that much more than the other, but seeing as he would have complete power for the next three days… He still couldn’t believe she was doing it. And it was a bit of a relief. A sexy and fun distraction. A way to have some control again. Even—or especially—if it was in the bedroom.
His mouth curved into a smile. “You know, angel, my soldiers call me Sir. Why don’t you give it a try?”
She was quiet for a moment, before obediently murmuring, “I loved it, Sir .”
Trevor smiled against her neck and slid his hand lower to cup her pussy.
“I know you did.” He pushed a finger into her sheath and found her soaked. “Seems you liked it quite a bit.”
He fingered her clit, felt her body clench beneath his hand, and then set her away.
“Go get that bag, angel.”
She pulled away with a purr. “Yes, Sir.”
When she bent to grab the bag, his cock stirred to life again at the image she made. The angle showed her spectacular ass giving way to the folds of her pussy. Her long, smooth legs had images of him fucking her in the shower racing through his mind. How it had felt to have those slender thighs gripping his waist when he’d plunged mindlessly into her.
Megan straightened again, breaking the seductive vision, and turned around to return to him. The front side of her was just as spectacular.
Her breasts, always a good handful, rode high on her body and her waist was narrow. Her pussy had always made him wild. Totally bare. Everywhere.
She’d loved to call him during the week, when they still had days before they could see each other, and tell him all about the Brazilian wax she’d just received. It would always make him so damn hard that when she showed up on base Friday evening, they usually wouldn’t even make it home before they were fucking.
“Open it,” he instructed when she stood before him with the bag.
He watched the muscles in her throat work and her cheeks turn slightly red. But she obeyed, unzipping the bag and handing it to him.
Trevor took it, holding her smoldering gaze for a moment before turning his attention to look inside the bag.
Holy shit.
Chapter Thirteen
Trevor’s cock jerked as he sorted through the sex toys, creams, oils, lingerie and various restraints and handcuffs.
“Jesus,” he muttered thickly and pulled an object out. “You really did mean anything, didn’t you, Meg?”
She let out a husky laugh. “Yes, Sir.”
He ran his gaze around the inside of Ryan’s house, though he already knew the layout pretty well. Finally he spotted what he wanted and gave a slight nod.
“Over there. Go sit down in the recliner.” When she went to move he caught her arm and halted her. “Actually wait here a moment.”
He disappeared down the hall to the bathroom and snagged a towel from beneath
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