SEVEN
I pull my torso higher onto the cold desk, spreading my knees and opening up my pussy the way he wants me. A low hum of approval rumbles from his chest. My face is pressed against the sturdy wood as I try to anticipate where he’ll claim me first. The sound of a zipper coming undone makes me swallow down my nerves. I wish I could see him—naked, raw, and throbbing just like I am.
But where I’m exposing every hole and every imperfection of my body to him, he’s still dressed and controlling me like a puppet master. And I know that even if he hasn’t said it, this is just another way to exert his dominance. That I’m the one who’s been debauched, and he’s the man who owns me.
He pushes a finger inside me, probing me, but it slides in easily. It seems to make him satisfied. The warmth of his cock then cages my pussy from behind, making me shudder when our bodies make contact.
This is the first time I’ve had sex since that stupid o ne-night stand with Jared to help me get over the idea of ever being with Rowan. It didn’t work, obviously , and now I regret not having waited for him. But at the very least, I understand what’s expected of me with sex.
Jared made sure to tell me that I shouldn’t just lie there like a log because it’s boring and men don’t like it. Remembering that, I arch myself backward, pressing my pussy to Rowan’s erection and wiggling my ass at him. I let out a soft moan as well, wanting to make sure he’s enjoying this too, not just me.
But before I get to do that again—
Smack .
Sharp pain spreads across my ass cheeks as tears quickly form at the backs of my eyes.
Did he…? He spanked me. He fucking spanked me.
“Stay still and take it the way I give it to you,” he growls, wrapping one arm around the back of my neck. “You’re not the one in control here, angel.”
“Y-Yes. Yes, sir.”
My pussy clenches around the crown of his cock, leaking out with arousal from the pain that still courses through my nerve endings. Fresh tears coat my eyelashes, binding them together. I want to wipe them away, but my hands are stuck at my sides, holding my pussy up in offering.
“Do not make me turn this ass red. I’d rather you cry from my cock gagging that pretty throat.”
I think I nod in response, but I’m so lost in his words and in that voice that I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Inch by inch, as if wanting to make sure I remember my safe word, he spears my pussy with his erection, pushing past my folds and sliding in between my walls until I feel the opened zipper making contact with my ass.
I close my eyes, focusing on the way my pussy stretches itself to the max, trying to adjust to the size of him. It hurts, but the pleasure is quick to replace the pain. I melt down into the desk, feeling every bulging vein and the soft skin on his hard cock.
“Now tell me, angel, has this pussy ever been fucked?” he asks as he caresses my ass.
“No,” I gasp, immediately understanding what he means. I’ve had sex before—but I’ve never been fucked. Not the way he’s about to do it. “No, sir.”
He’s inside me. And I can’t stop clamping down on him.
I want him to start moving. I want him to take me. I want—
Smack .
My skin burns again, but this time, I’m chasing the pain like a junkie.
“Mmm, but that’s not good, you see. Because I’m about to fuck this sweet cunt like it’s my last time.”
I don’t even get to tell him to do it. As soon as the sentence is over, Rowan pulls himself out of me, and the next thrust is so brutal and fast it sends me a few inches higher on his desk. I cry out, his fingers digging into my neck, bruising me, claiming me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, then turn to him, his gaze meeting mine. He’s hungry. They tell me that much.
I try my best to relax, to stay still, and let him use me the way he needs. But every thrust brings tendrils of pleasure that make my legs twitch and my pussy tighten.
I feel so alive. He takes my breath away.
“You,” he breathes out, grunting as he fucks me just the way he said he would.
Me. Me. Me. He only wants me.
Releasing my neck, his hand digs into my hair, yanking it back. My lips part open, and my muscles ache from the position he has me in. But I don’t think this is supposed to feel comfortable.
“ Fuck. Rowan—”
“Shh, angel. Be quiet while I use your pretty hole.”
He says it like this is only for him and his pleasure—as if I’m nothing but a fuck toy who only exists to serve him. The thought is what brings me to my tipping point, and I have no choice but to come with his cock still pounding hard and fast inside me.
I moan through the tears falling down my cheeks, as Rowan’s cum suddenly fills me up at the same time.
It’s warm and sticky, and my pussy swallows it up willingly, not letting a single drop slide back. He comes with a grunt, and I know for sure that this is a sound I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.
“You,” he breathes out, repeating the one word that I know means so much. His cock exits me, and he spins me around, lifting me up only to sit me back down on the desk, this time facing him.
His mouth crashes against mine, the seam of my lips opening for him as he pushes his tongue past them. I welcome him in. My legs coil around his torso and I can feel his cum sliding out of me, but he’s quick to stop it with two fingers into my pussy, pushing it back where it belongs. I’m on birth control—but he kind of makes me wish I wasn’t.
“What am I doing right now?” he asks, giving my swollen lips a short break as he pins me down with his gaze.
“You’re— ahh ,” I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. “Fucking my pussy. With your cum.”
“ My pussy. Not yours. It’s not yours anymore, angel.”
He places a kiss on my head and steps away, tucking himself back into his pants.
“Stay just like that. Don't move.”
I nod and follow him around with my eyes as he goes to retrieve something from a black box on one of his shelves. He’s so handsome with the morning light braiding into his features. My pussy keeps throbbing—wanting him to come back.
“It’s hard to have to wait for everything I want to do to you. But when we get back to Washington—”
“Yes,” I say with a hushed sound, trying to find my breathing pattern. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you need if you promise to do that again.”
A smile. “Not so fast,” he says, taking what looks like a butt plug out of an elegant cloth satchel. He prowls toward me, and I feel the need to clamp my legs together.
Not there.
He’s played with my ass a little bit and it felt good, but only with his finger. That thing looks massive and there’s no way it will fit inside me.
“What did I tell you? Open for me.”
I don’t do it immediately, and his hand reaches in between my legs, teasing my puckered hole. My pussy delights in it, but I’m still afraid.
“No need to fight it, angel. I’m going to own this too.”
He pushes the plug inside my pussy first, coating it in his cum and my wetness, swirling it around until it’s fully soaked. Then he takes it out and presses it to the entrance of my ass.
“It’s getting in either way—if you don’t want it to hurt, lie back and relax for me.”
Fuck.
Carefully, I lean back on my hands and prop one knee to the side, feeling my ass and my pussy open before him.
“Very good girl,” he praises, pushing the plug slowly inside. I tense up a bit but make an effort to relax through it as he watches the object enter me. “Almost there. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.” I rub my lips together.
I can feel it all right.
My hole burns and stretches around the object, and my pussy betrays me by pulsing in response.
“Your ass is so tight, angel. I can’t wait to feel it around my cock.”
The thought of that happening sends shivers down my spine. He’s huge, and I don’t see how it would ever happen without splitting me in half.
“Now,” he says, and I realize the whole thing went in without much pain. There’s a white diamond at the end of the plug, and it makes my hole look like a treasure of sorts.
“Breakfast is on the table. I want you to go and eat everything on your plate. Then I’ll take us back to my house, where I have a very special task for you to complete.”
“What is it?” I ask, while part of my brain remains focused on the plug inside me. I can’t not think about it the entire time. It’s such a strange but pleasant sensation. I wish I didn’t feel so embarrassed about it, but I think… I think I might like this more than I thought.
“I’ll be gone for a few hours after we land. And every half hour, I want you to lie down in our bed and stick two fingers in that sweet pussy, fucking it slowly until you come on your hand. Will you do that for me?”
I nod, but I don’t understand.
“Why are you asking me to do this when you’ll be gone anyway?” I ask timidly.
“Because I can. And because I’ll know you’ll be doing it in my sheets this time. No longer just a distant memory I’m not allowed to touch or even think about.”
He plants a kiss at the top of my head and tells me to get dressed so we can fly back.
I find myself letting him take control of everything, again and again. Bewildered by the object claiming me in my most private part, I watch him exit the room, thinking about how little I actually know about this incredible man. Other than what he’s told me and what I found out from the press, I don’t really know anything at all.
All I know is that there’s a plug in my ass.
That his cum is leaking out on my thighs.
And that I’m supposed to watch the clock while I tease my pussy and think of him.
It’s a few hours later, and I’m scrolling my phone on Rowan’s veranda, back in Washington. Since it’s still the weekend and my court case got ridiculously delayed, it’s not like I had to be anywhere but here, at his house. Still, I tried telling him that maybe I should wait for him at my apartment, just because I didn’t want to be excessively needy when we’ve just started… whatever this is between us.
But of course he saw right through me, and made me promise I wouldn’t think badly about myself again. He insisted that he wants me to be needy and longing for him as much as he is for me. So… here I am.
Rowan’s house is massive—with lush, trimmed turf surrounding it, a nearby pond, and a backyard that stretches out far longer than I could even see from when I stepped out of the car. A stark contrast from my tiny rented apartment in the suburbs of Washington.
Here, on the veranda that opens up to the garden, the smell of roses, the sun, and the warm breeze feel like silk draping over my skin. And even though he’s not even here right now, I feel his presence everywhere around me. It’s in the sophisticated scents floating in the air, and especially in the style of the dark, moody furniture he picked up that suits him so well.
There’s a cook making lunch for me right now, despite my insistence that it wasn’t necessary at all. And apparently, Saint—the man who connected me with Rowan on yesterday’s call—is also working at the house, though I’m not exactly sure what he does. He seemed on edge the entire time Rowan was here before he left to deal with his meetings, which definitely struck me as strange. He’s in the military too, after all.
Thankfully, right now he’s made himself scarce. I don’t think he likes babysitting me any more than I like him around. That’s mainly because, well… I’m still wearing the plug Rowan pushed inside my ass.
I can still feel it, and every movement sends tingles inside my pussy that keep me aroused. Who knew I’d love this so much. I’m giddy at the thought of Rowan coming back to me. So, to pass the time, I’m checking in with the world for a while by scrolling on my phone. Until the clock marks another half an hour passed.
I go on social media briefly and smile at the photo carousels posted by Sterling and Lucian. They’re in love, and Bali looks incredible. I’m happy for them, even more so now that I can actually experience the feeling myself.
Before I can leave them a string of enthusiastic comments, the door of a nearby car slams shut, getting my attention. Is Rowan back already?
But then I hear Saint’s voice in the distance, and he does not sound happy. A woman’s voice then joins him, fighting back. What the hell? They talk over each other, and I can hear them louder and louder through the house behind me.
I turn my head and catch a glimpse of a tall woman walking through the house and toward the veranda. She’s dressed in a bronze maxi dress that flows gracefully on her hips, a wood-colored Hermes bag hanging from her hand. Huge curls adorn her small but chiseled head, and I almost gape at how beautiful she is.
I straighten my shoulders and force a smile.
“Hello, there,” she chirps, her voice warm like chocolate. “Maybe you can tell me where Rowan is?”
“Miss Chevrier, please… you can’t be here. The Commander isn’t allowing—”
“Saint, for the love of God, let me at least catch my breath.”
“Miss Chevrier—”
“It’s okay,” I say, getting up to a standing position. “I can keep Miss Chevrier company until Rowan gets back. I’m happy to, in fact.”
“See? This girl has more manners than you’ve ever shown me. Leave us,” she commands, as if she has any real power over him. I cringe at the way she treats him, but don’t say anything either. Who the hell is this woman? And why does she think she can call me a “girl” when we’re probably the same goddamn age?
I straighten my spine as I pin her down with my gaze. She returns it before plopping down in one of the chairs next to mine, her bag waiting for her at her perfectly manicured feet.
“Odette. Pleased to meet you,” she says, dragging a hand through her long hair. “I came looking for Rowan. Where is he?”
Odette Chevrier . I make a mental note of this name and remind myself to ask Rowan about her.
“He’s at the garrison,” I lie, because I don’t want her to think I’m waiting for him here like a good pup. Which, admittedly, I am. “He should be back in a few hours, though last night he returned pretty late. Is there anything I can help you with instead?”
She stares back, a smirk plastered on her pouty red lips.
“He hasn’t told you where he is, has he? Don’t worry. He does that a lot.”
My heart drums in my chest at being caught in a lie.
“I’m sorry, who are you? Why are you looking for him?”
Odette picks up a small box of cigarettes from her bag and pushes one past her lips before she takes it between her fingers to light it. Smoke wafts over in the air above her as she inhales.
“Rowan and I are fucking,” she says, completely unashamed. My legs turn leaden and anxiety starts roiling in my stomach at the sound of it. I want to rip that smirk off her face. But I don’t. Instead, I steady myself and sprawl across my chair, trying to look disinterested.
“When?” I ask.
She smiles, huffing the white smoke above her head.
“Whenever he wants,” she shoots back, and I think she catches a glimpse of my micro expressions, because she laughs. A loud, charismatic laugh that brings men to their knees, no doubt. “What’s your name?”
“Dove. And I’m sorry, but I really don’t remember ever seeing you around…”
As if it hasn’t been just one day since Rowan took me to his bed.
“Well, Dove , jealousy looks cute on you. Let me guess: you’re his new obsession, aren’t you?”
I keep silent, an involuntary scowl directed at her.
“Just Rowan being Rowan.” She tilts her head, puffing out more smoke as she fixes her gold bracelet.
“Meaning?”
She shrugs. “He’s a man like no other, as I’m sure you’ve already experienced yourself. He develops these obsessions from time to time… with certain foods or drinks, sports cars… music… and now, apparently, with random girls too.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re pretty—don’t get me wrong. But enough to tame Rowan?” She ponders her own question, trying to figure out the answer by herself.
I cross my legs and arms, shame burning my cheeks as I listen to the words coming out of her mouth. Am I his new obsession? And if I am, how long until he gets bored of me and tosses me away?
The need to know more about Rowan crashes down on my chest again—to know him, the real him, not whatever the press deems newsworthy. Still, I refuse to cower before this woman, even if she is right. Because right now, Rowan’s mine and I am his, and I’ll be damned if I let him go without a fight.
“I’ve known Rowan for years. He knows my family, too. I don’t know who you are and why you think you can just waltz in here and threaten me, but I assure you, he and I go way back. And he hasn’t mentioned you even once. Saint!” I call out, and he storms into the garden as if he’s been waiting around the corner this whole time. “Please see Miss Chevrier back to her car. I believe we’ve bonded enough.”
Odette smacks her lips and pulls her bag into her lap.
“I’m not threatening you, Dove. But I will give you some friendly advice—if you want to drag this out for longer—don’t give him everything he wants all at once.”
Rage burns through me and I struggle to keep my composure. Because her words hit home. And I hate that. I hate that I don’t value myself enough to think there’s no way Rowan would tire of me if I gave him everything he wanted.
“Have a good day,” I tell her, and Saint approaches her as she gets up.
“Likewise, birdie.” She halts. “Tell Rowan to give me a call. He has yet to make good on the promise he made me last time.”
Saint leads her back into the house and out the front door, while I’m left alone with my thoughts and my self-doubt. The alarm on my phone rings, and I know another half an hour is up. I’m supposed to be in Rowan’s bed right now, finger-fucking myself while I think of him.
But I can’t. I won’t. Because what if what she said is right? What if the only way to Rowan’s heart is to keep him waiting for me… to keep him anticipating my touch?
Flustered and disoriented, I get up from my chair and catch Saint just as he’s entering the house.
“Saint, I’m sorry, but something’s come up at home. Do you think you can give me a ride?”
“Christ. Why is everything working against me today? You don’t understand how he’ll react when he finds out you’re gone—and that I helped you leave.”
“Please, Saint. I will leave him a message myself. And I’ll tell him I gave you no choice. Please?”
He sighs. “I’ll get the car.”