Chapter Seven ♥
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His shirt was already off, and he was already kissing her throat. Daphne leaned into Major’s lips. The scratching of his stubble was just enough to set her on edge, and his hands resting on her hips were enough to sharpen that edge to a razor’s point. She was breathing ragged before she’d even managed to get her top off.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” His voice was low, low enough that she almost thought she could hear the sound of cleaning up downstairs. Daphne grabbed a fist-full of Major’s hair and pulled him back to her throat. He started to dip lower, biting a line of soft nibbles down her collarbone.
“You need to learn not to ask stupid questions, Major.”
“It’s one of my most endearing qualities,” he said. His hands had found the buttons of Daphne’s blouse and he was pulling them, one by one, apart. His fingers traced a burning line up her body towards her breasts, and he was taking his sweet time about it. She sucked in a breath and tried to regain control of herself, knowing full well that it was a hopeless effort.
“Right now the endearing quality I’m looking for is a condom.” Her breaths came ragged and shallow, and her hands tried to work the waist of her trousers. He leaned over to the bedside stand and pulled open a drawer, showing a box that ought to have held a pack of playing cards.
“I can do that.” The rattle from the box told her that he wasn’t about to play go fish. He managed the last button as she finally got her pants to slide down off her hips. She laid back on the bed and pulled him on top of her.
“Then stop talking and fuck me, you big idiot.”
He smiled a vicious grin and pulled on a nipple before engulfing the one opposite in his hot mouth. He slid his fingers under the waist of her panties, past her untrimmed hair, and rubbed a tight circle around her clit.
“Don’t get too far ahead of me, now,” he said. Then he bit down, and in time with her gasp he pressed a thick finger inside her. It felt bigger than she’d realized it would. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip and held on tight, hoping to hold in the beginning of a moan that would give away exactly what the two of them were doing upstairs.
He started moving his hand, tracing her clit with his thumb as his finger searched for just the right spot inside her. The orgasm that was already starting to build up inside her forced her teeth open, and in spite of herself she let out a whimper. “God, it’s been too long.”
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Major said. He added a second finger. Her body clamped down on those fingers like they were the only things keeping her going, and at that moment she wasn’t sure how inaccurate that was.
“Oh, God, Major. Right there.” The words tumbled out of her. She sounded as vulnerable as she felt, but in that moment she didn’t care. Her body convulsed, every nerve screaming in pleasure as her muscles started to tense in unison.
“Let go. Cum for me.”
He didn’t slow down his ministrations, but he was more focused, hitting all the right spots until she thought that she was going to lose her mind. Her body moved on its own until she lost all ability to think about more than her pleasure.
“Jesus. I’m done. Jesus. I forgot how this could feel.”
Her breaths came hard, and her mind felt foggy, a haze of pleasure masking it all. She realized her hands were gripping the bed sheets so tightly that her fingers were starting to cramp. She relaxed. Major kissed a line back up until his chin hairs tickled her throat again.
His lips pressed against hers, and she smiled. He spoke softly.
“We’re not done yet. Or did you think that I was going to let you go with only one of us having had their fun?”
“Of course not. How would I live with myself, if I didn’t pay back the favor?” She kissed him, felt below his waist. He was hard already; he’d always been big enough to satisfy, but she thought that he seemed bigger than she remembered.
“I don’t know. You’ll just have to show me how much you appreciated me.”
She rolled over onto her side, and slid down the bed. It was her turn to kiss a line down his body. His muscles were hard and defined. His belt came undone in he hands, and with a little tug she managed to free him from the confines of his jeans. She almost had to stop herself from drooling at it.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Daphne wasted no time taking her between her lips. She swirled her tongue along the shaft as she moved, teasing out every inch of pleasure that she could. She was going to give as good as she’d gotten, if not better. The way that his fingers laced into her hair told her that she was making good progress.
“Oh, shit. How did you get so fucking good at that?”
She took his cock out of her mouth, gently rubbing it with one hand. “You like that?”
He took a deep breath and looked like he said a silent prayer. “No talking now, please. I’m begging you.”
“Now you want to stop talking?” She pressed a kiss against the underside of his shaft, but made sure that he didn’t get any more than that. His eyes were pleading.
“Keep going.”
“I want you to beg me.”
“I’m begging you. Please.” He looked at her, his eyes serious. She almost gave in to what they both wanted, but there was still a shadow of a tease left in her, and she was going to take it as far as it would go.
Daphne looked up at him with her eyebrows pressed together, and an oversexed pout on her lips. “I don’t understand. What do you want me to do? Be specific.”
“I want you to suck my cock.” Major’s voice was hoarse. He twitched in her hand, like he was straining to reach for her lips through sheer force of will.
“Please,” Daphne said. He took the hint.
“Please, Daphne, you beautiful woman, will you suck my cock more?”
“How pathetic.” She was starting to enjoy the control she had over him more than she knew she would enjoy what came after. “A grown man, begging like a little kid. Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he said, trying to sound tough and decisive. She’d pushed hard enough. She looked up at him, that coy, innocent expression still thick across her face.
“But it’s so fun. Alright, you’ve been good.”
She finally gave in. Her mouth had to stretch to accommodate without scratching him with her teeth, but the sound of his soft groan was enough to make the stretch worth it. She started slow. His hips didn’t let her keep the slow pace for long. She had done all the teasing she was going to do. If he wanted her to go faster, he’d get it.
“God. I missed you. Don’t stop.”
His fingers laced in her hair. She relished the gentle tugging, sucked harder. When his hips started to lose their rhythm, and she could feel him starting to tense up, though, she pulled away, gasping for air.
“Not so fast,” she said between breaths.
“I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” he growled. His hand gently pushed her to continue. She reached over to the bedside table and pulled a condom wrapper open with her teeth.
“Put that on. We’re not ending tonight here.”
“Lay down,” Major said. For all that she’d played the dominatrix only a moment ago, his voice was so commanding that for an instant she moved without even realizing it.
“Like this?” She put on a show for him, moving slow and making sure that every part of herself was as visible as she could make it. Major took in every moment of it, a faint smile on his face.
“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
“I know exactly what I’m doing to you.” Daphne wiggled her ass at him. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Take advantage of you. I’m afraid it’s the only way.” He touched her again, only for a moment, before positioning her hips for maximizing his leverage.
“I thought you’d never try.”
The joking only lasted until she felt herself starting to stretch as he entered her. The pain was delicious, a stretch that she couldn’t quite describe. She felt her breath quickening before he had even nestled all the way inside her. Then their bodies melted together and she wrapped her arms around her neck and loved him more than she knew she could. More than she wanted to. She moved her hips.
“God, Daphne. Fucking tight. Jesus.”
He started moving. He was gentle, slow. It was pleasant for a moment, but it didn’t take long before she wanted—before she needed more. “Rougher. Please, Major.”
If it was possible to move slower, he did. Pulled halfway out and teased her with the thought of being full again. He tweaked a hard nipple.
“Now who’s begging?”
She wasn’t going to let him play the game for long. If begging was what it took then she would beg. “Please, Major, will you plow me harder with your big, hard cock?” He rammed home, hard and fast, in a single smooth motion. “Fuck!”
“Like that?”
“Just like that.” He did it again. And again. Then he did it twice, faster that time. Before she knew it her fingers were digging into his back, trying to tear him apart the way that he was tearing her. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I’m close.”
“Hold on, just a little longer. I’m almost there.”
He fucked her mercilessly. She wasn’t sure it was possible to stop from cumming the way she was being fucked, but she forced herself to hold off as long as she could, until finally, she couldn’t stop it any more. Her body tensed up and she bit into his shoulder hard enough that she tasted the faintest flavor of blood.
“Fuck, Major, I’m cumming.”
He had lost all sense of rhythm. The only things he knew were speed and power and fucking her so hard that she felt like she was going to lose her mind. She knew that he wouldn’t be long. “I’m cumming,” he grunted. “Fuck. Oh, God. Jesus, that was good.”
Her breath came in pants and gulps as he rolled over beside her, his powerful arms encircling her.
“Was that all you had planned for tonight?”
Major’s laugh was quiet. “That was all I had planned for the next five minutes. Then, we’ll see where things go from there.”
There was a long silence as they held each other. Thoughts started to surface that she didn’t know still lingered inside her. Feelings that she had thought were long-since gone. Major’s voice finally broke the silence.
“I missed you.”
“You already told me,” she answered. She pressed a kiss against his throat. The fire in her belly still hadn’t quite gone out.
“But you still haven’t heard me. I missed you a lot. I’m going to miss you again when you’re gone.” He squeezed her tight and buried his head between her breasts. He pressed a kiss there, tracing a line up her rib cage.
“I’ve got another life,” Daphne told him. “I can’t just drop everything for you. Regardless of what I might want.”
Major pulled away and looked her in the eyes. “I know that. But at least let me help you, while you’re right in front of me.”
“I can’t ask you to do that. When I’m done here, I’m gone.” Somehow it wouldn’t be fair for him. The transaction wouldn’t be equal. She would be taking, and she wouldn’t be giving anything back. That seemed wrong, somehow, even though it was how every relationship she’d ever had had gone, in the end. One gave, and the other took. She’d already taken enough from Major.
“Let me do this for you, Daphne. Don’t be so stubborn.” He kissed her. She felt his cock starting to stir again. She put a hand on his chest.
“This is my mess, and I’m not afraid to clean it up myself. I made my bed, and I’m not afraid to lie in it.”
“Are you telling me you won’t let me help you?” His kiss was accompanied by a hand on her breast this time. He pulled away and looked into her eyes when he didn’t hear an answer.
“I’m not,” she said finally.
“Then let me help.”
“God damn it, Major. This isn’t fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You being so good to me.” It was her turn to bury her head. “Fuck you.”
“You want to?” He grinned at her, tweaking her nipple and sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
“Fuck you for that, too.”
“Okay, if you insist.” He rolled her over and started kissing her, his hands tracing familiar routes across her skin that would inevitably lead exactly where they both wanted it to. She stopped him. Only for a moment, she told herself.
“Your friend. I know someone who might be able to help.”
It took Major a second to realize what she meant. “You have a lawyer friend or something?”
“Something like that,” she said. “But I don’t want to talk about her yet. I’ve got something else I need to take care of, first.”
“Oh yeah?” He smirked down at her. She pushed his shoulder and he let her roll him onto his back. She pulled his condom off and tore another package open.
“Yeah.”
Leo’s drool fell out of his mouth. He tried to suck it up. His ribs hurt too much to make more than a show of the attempt. He tried to close his mouth, but it was too much effort to keep it closed. He tried to speak, and it worked, but his mouth wasn’t working right, and the words came out badly slurred.
“I’m not going to let you do this to me.”
The guy in front of him smiled up at him. From the angle where Leo was looking, he looked crazed. Maybe he was, or maybe the situation made him seem worse than he was. The news would probably say, one day, that he was a nice guy with beautiful children, and that nobody ever imagined him beating a prisoner to death. Leo grit her teeth at the thought. He wasn’t going to die here, God damn it. Regardless of what they might have thought.
“You don’t have a choice.” Bruiser grabbed him by a fistful of hair and pulled his face up until the two men’s eyes met. He looked serious, now. Not as horror-movie scary, but it drove home the reality of the situation so much that it made things that much worse. “Do you get that? This is coming down on your head, and no matter what you do, it’s going to hurt.”
“I hope it hurts more than your fists, you sack of shit.” Leo leaned his head forward and spit on Bruiser’s shoes. The fist that slammed his lips hard into his teeth seemed to come automatically. Bruiser took a step back and rubbed his knuckles. Leo watched him warily, his head spinning.
“Cute. Keep on talking, I can do this all day.”
“It’s been a while since I got a massage,” Leo said. “Nice to know I get exclusive treatment, even in jail.”
The guy stepped forward, still rubbing his knuckles. “Just confess. Admit you’re guilty, and we can let this all get easier.”
There was a long pause. Bruiser’s knuckles seemed to be feeling better, because he pulled back for another hit. Leo finally sputtered to life again.
“Okay,” he said. The arm relaxed.
“Let’s hear it.”
“Okay. I confess,” Leo said.
“What?” Bruiser seemed to think Leo was fucking with him.
“I did it,” Leo told him, every bit of earnestness in his voice.
“What did you do? You gotta confess.” Bruiser’s tone was almost confused. Like he wasn’t sure if he’d rattled Leo’s brains so hard that he didn’t know which way was up any more. Leo’s head lolled from side to side. Every time he tried to straighten it, it sagged in the other direction, until he finally had to admit that it wasn’t going to work. He confessed with his head still hanging on his shoulder.
“I fucked your wife last night, you fucking pig.”
“You’re going to regret that,” Bruiser said. The badge on his chest gleamed as he pulled his sleeves up over his elbows. Leo thought he could see a name on it, but he still hadn’t figured out what it said, even after fifteen minutes of this.
So instead, he did what he knew how to do best: he made the situation worse. His head sagged forward. He managed to lift it just a little bit. It was enough. “Why don’t you make me, asshole?”
“I’m planning on it,” Officer Danvers answered as he stepped forward, rubbing his hand. I’ve got your name, you son of a bitch, Leo thought. Then his thoughts were muted by pain.