Possession: A Little Harmless Military Romance (3 page)

The doors opened on the twelfth floor, and he led her out. He hadn’t let go of her hand since she had given it to him. She followed him willingly. By the time they got inside his room, her body was humming. He shut the door and crowded her back up against it.

Without waiting, he slammed his mouth down on hers. The rush of heat that always simmered between them exploded. It was never different, never easy. His tongue plunged between her lips, and she reveled in it. She loved this, loved the way he made her feel when they ignored the world. When it was only the two of them, it worked so well.

He tore his mouth away from hers and pressed up against her. He settled his hands on the door behind her. As he nuzzled her neck, she took in the scent of him.

“Have you been playing with anyone?”

He always asked. It was always the same answer.

“No. You?” she asked. Why did her heart clutch at the idea? Because she loved him, would always love him. And for her, she didn’t know if she would ever find another Dom. She never seemed to want to even think about it.

He shook his head. She should have known. They might drive each other crazy, but they had the one thing between them that was essential for a Dom/sub relationship: trust.

“Are you up for play, babe?”

God, she loved that. His voice dipped as he said babe, elongating the vowel. She loved when his dominant streak was allowed to run wild. She was always the beneficiary and happy for it.

“Yes, Sir.”

He shuddered. Her heart did a little dance. There was something so delicious about affecting him this way. He stepped back from her.

“Then I expect you to strip out of that dress. Now.”

His voice never rose. It stayed steady as he gave the order, as it always did. He took off his jacket and slipped it over the back of a chair. He tugged another chair out and sat down to watch. She hesitated. It had been a year since they’d seen each other, and the move had been stressful. She’d added another ten pounds, and to a woman of her small stature, it definitely showed.

“I’m waiting, Samantha. Unless you’d rather we stop.”

She didn’t want that. Not in a million years. She pulled the dress over her head then dropped it on the floor beside her.

He glanced down at her feet. “I like those shoes.”

Oh, God, he was too sexy. The way those eyes watched her feet. Deke had a thing for feet. Not a freaky thing, but he loved when she wore high heels and had her nails painted.

“Hmm, I really like those pink toes.”

His gaze traveled up her body, slowing down at the belly ring she had. “When did you get that?”

She couldn’t tell from his voice if he liked it or not.

“I-I got it after I moved here.”

His mouth kicked up on one side. “I like it.” Then he finally made eye contact. “I like it a lot. But, I think you left a few things on.”

She had forgotten her panties and bra. She hadn’t done it on purpose, but her brain was kind of frozen. Or melting. Melting was a better description of what her brain was doing right now. He always did this to her when he started giving her orders.

“The bra, Samantha.”

She always hated her full name—except when Deke said it in that voice. He rolled his voice over the syllables in a way that made her want to get naked. It didn’t matter where they were. And she knew most of the time he didn’t do it on purpose.

She slipped her hands up her back and undid her bra. She let it slip down her arms, and with a toss, she added it to her dress on the floor beside her. He rose then. It wasn't common for him. He usually took his time, but there was an energy around him that told her that there was something really new about him tonight.

He stepped up close to her. Again, the musky scent of his aftershave hit her, but there was that hint of him. Deke. She could be blind and know his scent anywhere. It haunted her dreams.

He skimmed his fingers over her breasts and her nipples tightened further.

"Ah, still so responsive. So needy for my mouth."

Gawd, how could a woman resist a man who could talk like that? The one who could had to be a lesbian or dead. And she wasn't so sure in that quarter. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. He moved his other hand down her back, slipping it into her panties and pulling her against him. His erection was easy for her to feel. She shuddered.

When he pulled back, he was breathing a little more heavily. He took one step back, then another. "The panties."

She bent down, but he stopped her. "Turn around so I can see your ass."

She did as he ordered, but he said nothing as she stepped out of them.

After she straightened, she waited for the next order. She was already dripping wet.

"Come here, Samantha."

She turned and walked over, reveling in the way his gaze ate her up as if he was starved to look at her. When she stood in front of him with nothing but her heels on, he said, "Take my shirt off."

She should have known. It was one of her favorite things to do, and he would remember that. He always remembered.

With practiced ease, she worked the buttons loose of the dress shirt, pulling it out of his pants. Then, she slipped it off his shoulders.

There was a fresh scar, one on his shoulder, and she looked up at him. He shook his head silently. He would tell her, but now was not the time.

She took the shirt and laid it carefully over the chair where his suit jacket hung.

"Sit down on the chair."

She didn't know what he was thinking, what he was planning. It had been over a year since they had played. When they spent a lot of time together, they worked out the scenarios, but there were times like this one that had no course except the one that he set forth.

She did, feeling especially decadent sitting there naked.

Deke moved in front of her, and not for the first time, she thought of a panther. The man moved with the grace of a male ballerina, with a dash of lethal predator. He wouldn’t be happy to hear her description of him. But that was always the way she saw him, from the moment she’d met him.

“Spread your legs.”

She did, anticipating. She didn’t know what was next, but she knew Deke, and she knew he would give her everything she desired.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and rested his hands on her thighs. The calluses on his fingers rubbed over her flesh, and she closed her eyes. God, that felt so good. He leaned forward and kissed her belly. He traced his tongue over her skin and then she felt his mouth cover the belly ring. He gave it a tug with his teeth before moving down to her pussy.

But, instead of diving in, he took his time, kissing her inner thighs, building the natural heat between them. She wanted to slip her hands into his hair and play with it, but he wouldn't allow for it. Not right now. She knew better. And that was the crux of their issues. They knew each other so well, and what they knew always turned them on. He liked to dominate her, and she loved to be dominated. With every beat of her heart.

He worked his way to her sex and then licked her. She was so sensitive already, dripping with arousal. She would be embarrassed, but they had never had that between them. There was no room for it. He pushed her thighs further apart as he set about to drive her crazy.

He dove into her pussy over and over again. That wicked tongue of his knew just how to push her, just what would get her to the edge, and then he would move away. A few moments later, he pulled back and looked up at her. She opened her eyes to see him licking his lips.

"You always were the tastiest treat, Samantha. There are times when I’m out in the field, when life is really shitty, that I get that memory stuck in my head and the taste comes back to me. It always pulls me through whatever I'm doing." His voice had deepened to a gravelly whisper. She trembled.

He leaned up and kissed her. She tasted herself on his mouth, the need she had for him, the desire. Deke had done it on purpose, of course. He wanted her to know why he craved the taste of her, what drew him to her. He rose to his feet.

"Scoot up."

She was breathing heavily, and her legs barely cooperated. She could hardly move in the chair, and she wondered just what she would do when he asked her to stand.

"Unzip me."

She did, of course, in anticipation. As soon as the pants were undone, his erection sprung free. That was the one thing of his uniform Deke always left out. When he was in mess dress, he hated to wear underwear. She leaned forward, but he stopped her with one word.

"No." She looked up at him with a frown. "You do not anticipate what I will have you do. For that, only your hand."

Damn the man. He knew her too well. She loved oral sex, getting it and giving it. But she did as ordered, moving her hand over his long, hard cock.

"Slowly," he ordered in a not-so-steady voice. She did as he commanded, dragging her thumb over the tip. He shuddered and leaned down for a kiss, cupping her face.

When he pulled back, he asked. "Want a taste of my cock? Huh, baby?"

She nodded, her body already responding to the idea. He straightened. "Suck me, Samantha, and make it good."

She didn't need another invitation. Wrapping her hand around the base, she leaned forward and licked the drop of pre-come that had gathered on the tip. She swallowed and enjoyed the taste of him. Musky, sweet, and so very delectable.

“Quit fucking around, Samantha.” He ground out the demand.

She looked up at him, and without taking her gaze from his, she took him fully in her mouth. As she moved his cock in and out, Deke moved his hands through her hair. She gagged a few times, but she didn't care. Samantha had always liked to give oral sex, but she particularly loved to give it to Deke. He'd told her once that he loved the feel of her mouth on him.

She continued to suck him, adding her hand and slipping her tongue over the tip every time she reached the top. Soon he was moving in rhythm with her, his head bent back as he groaned. She wanted to feel him come, have him fill her throat up, but he had other plans. He pulled out of her mouth with a loud growl. He leaned down and kissed her. This time it was like the kiss at the door—no longer measured, no longer in charge. She knew he would get back there, knew he would take charge, but at the moment he wanted her to know what she did to him.

In this, they could always be honest.

"Stand up, babe."

She did, but she needed help. She was so aroused she could barely walk. He apparently knew that because he leaned down and picked her up into his arms.

He took her to the bed and placed her there. "Up on all fours. I think you need a little punishment for that stunt."

She looked at him as he pulled off his pants and placed them on the chair.

"You don't know what I'm talking about?"

She shook her head.

"You were trying to suck me completely off. Admit it."

She hesitated, and he let one brow rise. She nodded.

"You need to be reminded who is in control when we are playing. Apparently, your memory is bad."

He climbed onto the bed, and she waited.

 "I wish I had some toys. I would love to take a paddle to your ass. You definitely deserve it. Spread your legs."

She did as ordered, already anticipating what was to come. Her body was throbbing, her pussy so damp. He slipped his hand between her legs, teasing her slit, then her clit. Her heart raced, her body heated, and she could feel her orgasm rushing.

He pulled his hand back and smacked her ass. The sting of the slap filtered out over her body as her pussy contracted.

She needed to press her legs together to gain some kind of relief, but he didn't allow it. Instead, he repeated his actions over and over, teasing her, pushing her closer, and then smacking her. By the time he stopped, her arms were shaking and her legs felt just as unsteady.

He leaned down, and she felt his mouth on the fullest part of her cheek. "So pink. I love the way you get all red when I spank you. You like that, don't you, baby?"

"Yes," she said, but her voice wasn't that steady.

Deke pulled back. "On your back, Samantha."

It took her a second to obey, and she heard him growl. She shot him a look of warning when she finally ended up on her back, but stopped when she saw the look on his face. There was something she couldn’t discern there, something that she wasn’t sure she had ever seen.

Because of that, she broke the rules. “What?”

For a second, he said nothing. He just looked down at her, and then he shook his head. “Nothing, just nothing.”

He left the bed and came back with a couple of condoms in his hand. He ripped open one and slipped it over his cock, then joined her back on the bed. He gave her that naughty smile that always undid her. She’d never known another man who could smile at her and almost make her come. Except for Deacon Berg.

He lifted one of her legs and undid her sandal, then took care of the other. She moaned when he kissed the arch of one foot then worked his way up her body, licking, kissing, and nipping at her flesh. Deke fully covered her, kissing her lips with a force that both called to her and scared her at the same time.

She expected him to take her, to just ravish her on the spot, but he had other ideas.

He switched their positions by rolling to his back. She found herself sitting over him, her legs on each side of his hips.

“Take me in.”

She looked down at him and realized he was different. He was a bit slower with his commands now, and that made him even sexier.

She lifted up and took hold of his cock. She sunk down on him, enjoying the way he filled her so fully. She started to ride him, slowly at first. He didn’t allow her any other way, grabbing hold of her hips and controlling the pace. He increased the rhythm, his fingers digging into her skin as he sped up.

“Come, Samantha, come.”

She looked down at him and found him watching her. He pressed his thumb against her clit and then pinched it. Her orgasm exploded through her, racking her body as she bowed back and screamed his name.

She vaguely heard him shout and knew he followed her into bliss seconds later. She collapsed onto him. He grunted and she laughed.