41. Millie
Millie
Millie’s fingers itched as she leafed the pages, reading the spiciest scenes from her favourite book.
There was a pulsing between her legs. Fear should have derailed her desire, but instead, she was soaking. It wasn’t because of the book. It was him. In every chapter, Strike was the soldier.
Throughout the last ten years, she’d thought she had no one, but he’d cared and learned about her. Now, he led her, supporting her and catching her when she fell.
And she’d catch him, too, especially as opening the domineering side of himself scared him.
She reread the chapter where the soldier and the woman he protected bathed together—how her chest rose and fell with deep breaths as the soldier slipped his hands between her thighs and played with her clit.
She closed her eyes, imagining Strike’s hand between her thighs, his fingers slipping inside her pussy—
Strike’s name lit up her vibrating mobile.
Her breath shook as she answered the call.
“Are you enjoying your book?” The depth of his timbre had her arching her back already.
“Yes.”
“Have you gotten to the bath chapter? It’s one of your favourites.”
“Yes,” she replied huskily.
“I love the way you own what you like. Such a good little brat.” That was what the soldier said to the woman in her book. The way Strike growled it made her moan. “I want you in the bathroom. I won’t join you immediately. This won’t be exactly like the book.”
“Okay.” Her nails scratched at her duvet.
“Are you walking to the bathroom, Sunset?”
She climbed out of bed. Her legs shook as she walked. “Yes.” Her skin burned with arousal.
Pushing open the door, she gasped. Candles filled the room, and Strike’s musky orange scent rose from the bubbled water.
“Put me on speaker,” he demanded.
Her quivering fingers made everything more difficult. “Done.”
“Slowly undress. Tell me what you’re doing as you remove your pyjamas.”
She swallowed loudly and bit her lip.
“When you remove your shorts, Mixie, I want you to imagine my smirk as you reveal your skin. I was desperate to slide my hand between your thighs as you lay in bed next to me. I wanted to run my fingers across you and make you tremble.”
She gasped at the fantasy.
“Are your shorts off?”
She murmured her yes.
“I’m imagining your thighs. I’ve seen them, worshipped them when you were distracted.
I remember them against me in the lake. You’re strong and beautiful, and I crave the night I get to bury my face between them and lick your pussy.
” She sucked in her lips. “Do you wear knickers under your pyjamas?”
She groaned a yes. His chuckle was throaty, and it vibrated beneath her skin.
“Don’t take them off. Remove your top. Imagine it’s my hands on the material, my fingers grazing your skin like this morning, but now, they’re claiming you.
” She followed his instructions. When she’d sexted before, it wasn’t like this.
That was diluted desire compared to what Strike was gifting her now.
“Remove your top so you’re nearly naked. Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes.”
“Touch them just once. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you pinch them.”
She whimpered.
“You’re doing so good for me. I can’t wait to play with them,” he added.
Fear ran in circles through her belly, but need and anticipation eclipsed it. Before, she was talking or sexting with guys, the idea that they’d touch her scared her. But she was needy for Strike to fulfil his fantasies.
“Please join me.”
“No. I want you on the edge, so you’re begging me. And you will be. You want this.”
“I want you.”
“I know you do,” he growled. “Drip water onto your knickers where they cover your pussy.”
“But I’m already soaking.”
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Slide those knickers down your legs. Imagine it’s my hands stroking you. It’s my breath blowing on your clit.” The fantasies were torturous, but she craved them without him here. “Get in the bath now. Leave the phone on the side so I can talk to you.”
She removed her glasses and slid into the bath, moaning as the water heated her skin.
“Move your hands against your body. Pinch those nipples, squeeze them.” She did as he demanded. “Does it feel good?”
She hummed her agreement.
“Use your words.”
“It feels amazing. I’m imagining it’s your fingers, your hands on me.”
“That’s my girl. Move your hand between your thighs. Don’t touch your clit yet, not until I allow you.”
She raised her knees while planting her feet flat on the bottom of the bath. Her body ached, and her pussy pulsed. She was desperate to touch herself, but she wanted his hands more. “Please come and watch. I want you next to me.”
He stammered, “This isn’t part of the plan.”
She waited for further instructions, but instead, she was rewarded with a groan, like he was fighting himself.
“Fuck the plan,” he uttered. “I want to watch you.”
She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the anxiety to overtake her. But it didn’t.
His boots thudded on the bathroom floor. He fed her desperation.
“Don’t open your eyes, not yet, not until I tell you,” he growled into her ear. She released a stuttered breath at his proximity. “Rub your clit for me. Lightly.”
She obeyed him. Her fingertips slid easily across her aching clit. Her legs shook, and heat bloomed in her stomach.
“How does it feel?”
“So fucking good,” she gasped as his breath caressed her neck.
“You want to slide your fingers inside and finger fuck yourself, don’t you?” His voice pulsated through her, joining with the throbbing between her legs.
“Yes.”
Strike kissed her neck. She turned her head toward him, offering him her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered. He kissed her jaw, then licked the corner of her mouth before kissing her. It was so gentle. What would make him snap and fuck her?
“I really like the chapter where the woman plays with herself while her soldier observes. I want you to do that for me. Finger yourself. But keep your eyes closed.”
She pressed her fingers inside herself.
“Harder, Millie.”
She let out a soft cry as she thrusted her fingers into her pussy.
“I love telling you what to do. Making you submit. You love it, too.”
She nodded.
His fingers gripped her chin. “You’re so fucking sexy. Cute with filthy needs. So beautiful with a pretty mouth that I can’t wait to fuck. I want to worship you and own you. You want that, too, don’t you, baby?”
She nodded fervently. Her forehead hurt, tension from teetering on the brink of orgasm gripped every part of her body. His promises had her back bowing out of the water.
“You’re so close,” he said before kissing her.
She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside as she continued to finger herself. Her brows knotted as her orgasm built. She yearned for release.
She performed for him and embraced everything she’d been too scared to share. Her fear was still there, but it barely touched the edges of her arousal.
“Harder,” he grunted as he cupped her face. He licked her lips before kissing her again. Their tongues danced as she pressed her finger deeper. “Two fingers.”
One of his hands stroked her thighs. His nails lightly crossed her skin. He moved his hand to where hers was, running his fingertips against her clit as she fingered herself.
She lifted her pelvis, desperate for him.
Her other hand reached into his hair, and she scratched his scalp.
As her arousal doubled, she gripped him tighter. Nothing stopped him from stroking her clit and rubbing in circles. She rode her fingers as his tongue continued to massage hers. She whimpered into his mouth, and he grunted back.
“I’m so close,” she cried.
“Then come for me. Be my needy, fucking good girl and come for me,” he replied before wrapping his lips around her nipple and scraping them with his teeth.
She screamed as she came, writhing in the water and calling out his name. He didn’t stop. His mouth latched onto hers as her orgasm hit again.
The explosion ebbed, and she opened her eyes. His were wide with awe.
“Fuck,” he stammered. His voice rasped, like he’d been the one shouting and not her. “You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She barely caught her breath. She’d not been touched like that for ten years. Tears ran down her cheeks, and he kissed them away.
He soaped his hands and washed her body like the soldier in her book. Worries and fears threatened her post-orgasm buzz, but every time she overthought, he whispered adoring words. “You’re strong and sexy. I’d fight anyone to wake next to you again.”
When he’d finished cleaning her, he stood and held out a furry dressing gown. He helped her out of the bath and wrapped her up. He secured the belt around her waist as he kissed her hard on the mouth.
“Don’t put me on a pedestal,” she warned him.
“I’ll put you where I want,” he growled. “You’re my dirty girl.”
She squeezed her eyes tight.
“If that’s okay,” he stammered, helping her with her glasses. The alpha men in her books never said that, but it was what she wanted from him.
She wanted real.
She needed him to be as vulnerable as she was after what they’d shared.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
He grinned so wide that she kissed him to taste his happiness.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he replied.
Wearily, she did as he said. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. One of his hands warmed her back while the other tucked around her knees where her magenta dressing gown fell open.
He held her tight and kissed her forehead as he carried her to bed.