Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
HOOK
My office in Maddred Manor is arranged precisely how I like it.
And yet, every night I find myself here, rearranging the pens, the papers, the bottles of oil I use to clean my guns.
It’s a ritual I can’t seem to unlock and tuck away.
I am resigned to it. But it’s exhausting.
I’m just folding up the cleaning cloth I use for my pistols when Roc comes in.
His shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbow, but the left sleeve is soaked nearly up to his shoulder.
I frown at him.
“Wendy was in the bath,” he explains.
“Ahhh,” I say.
He drops into the leather chair in front of my desk. For the first time in a long time, he looks exhausted.
“Will you make me a promise?”
I open my desk drawer and set the cloth in its place in front. “Depends on what the promise is.”
“Be careful,” he says.
“Is that the promise?”
“Just…” He sighs and scrubs at his face. “You have a mouth you love to run and if I found out you were using your mouth to get in trouble instead of using your mouth to please me, I would be in a very bad mood.”
I roll my eyes. “I do not love to run my mouth.”
“You do, Captain. It’s my favorite thing about you. So long as it’s aimed at me and not the hundreds of enemies I’ve made in the last month.”
“Then stop making enemies.”
“You try running a country and pleasing everyone beneath your purview. Just promise me.”
“Fine. I will not run my mouth.”
“Good.” He stands and comes around the desk. “Hagan suggested I place a guard on you.”
“She’s Wendy’s watchdog, isn’t she?” He doesn’t answer me, which is all the confirmation I need. “I knew it.” He grabs me by the hips and walks me back until I bump into the bookcases. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I know,” he says and the pressure of his grip tightens. “I told Hagan no.”
“Really?”
“You sound surprised.”
“You like to get your way.”
“Yes, I do.” He kisses me, slow and languidly, as if we have all the time in the world. “But if you disobey me, I will have no choice.”
There are two sides of me: the side that likes to be in control and the side that likes for Roc to be in control. And both those sides chafe against one another, but sometimes they are one.
I can feel the hard length of him against my thigh.
If anyone, at any time, ordered me around, I would shoot them.
But when Roc does it…
I’m caged by him against the bookcases, commanded by him and yet there is no place I would rather be.
He can order me on my knees and I would plant myself on the floor.
“Fine,” I mutter. “I will behave.”
“Good boy, Captain.”
I huff out a breath, and suddenly we’re in a frenzy. His belt comes off with a snap and I unbutton my pants, shoving them down.
He spins me around, bends me over my desk.
Like a lever pulled, I’m compliant beneath him. His fingers thread through my hair and pull my head back, exposing my neck. He kisses up my throat, licks the beat of my heart until he reaches the stubble along my jaw.
Our frantic movements send the pens rolling, the papers flying.
But I don’t care.
I don’t fucking care.
And because we’ve fucked in here a dozen times already, he knows where I keep the lube.
The jar is out and uncorked within seconds and the hot, wet slide of it on my ass sends my cock throbbing just below the edge of the desk.
“Have I told you, Captain, how much I love your ass?”
I groan into the desk. “Tell me again.”
The blunt head of his cock slips against the lube, teasing my opening.
“I love your fucking ass.”
He adjusts his hips, lining himself up.
“I’ve been thinking about your ass all fucking day. You and Wendy torment my thoughts and all I can think about is being home with you.”
Then he pushes inside and I let out a low, agonizing moan of pleasure as he stretches me open.
“Fuck,” I mutter, gripping the edge of the desk with one hand while my hook gouges the wood top.
Roc throbs inside of me, relentless with his pursuit of pleasure.
I’ve fucked him enough times to know when he’s cresting his own wave, ready to crash over the other side.
I readjust, slipping my hand below the desk so I can stroke myself and release my own torture.
“Fuck, Captain,” he groans out. “I’m about to make a mess of you.”
“Bloody hell.” I find the rhythm I want as Roc pounds into me, his hips ramming against my ass, my hips pounding against the desk.
His thrusts change in cadence and then he’s ramming into me, grunting through an orgasm.
I’m so close.
So fucking close.
Roc shoves my head forward, hand like a claw in my hair, the other hand sinking to my balls, squeezing just enough so a lance of pain mixes with the pleasure and sending a shock wave from my gut down into my groin.
The pressure builds, the tingling rocketing up my cock as I come.
A rope of cum shoots out, hitting the cuff of my hand, dribbling onto the floor.
I heave out a breath and a loose paper flutters off my desk and disappears from sight.
Roc presses forward, still breathing hard, and gives my hair a tousle. “Good boy, Captain.”
Another jolt rocks through me and some of the tension in my body finally fizzles out.