Chapter 7
LAUREN - TWO WEEKS LATER
"You will not speak unless you are spoken to. You will not move unless I say. You will not come until I tell you to. Understand?"
Cal nodded.
I raised my voice. "Do. You. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Now take off your clothes. Boots first. One item at a time, and slowly."
When he was standing naked, I circled him, giving him an inspection without touching. I stood right up in his face and eyeballed him, looking for any sign that he might break into a smile. I was barely keeping a straight face myself, but I guessed it came naturally for a military man.
"Okay," I said. "On the bed, face up. I want your legs apart because you're getting a blowjob."
I kept my eyes on him and saw the edges of his mouth quirk up… just slightly. Then he had his military face back on.
"Did you smile?" I asked.
"No, ma'am."
"Good. Now get on the bed."
He lay down and I stripped slowly in front of him as I moved from one side of the bed to the other. He kept his head straight but his eyes followed my every move like a dog who thinks you can't see where it is looking.
His cock had already been half-hard when he was standing for inspection, but now it was full length and his tip was already glistening with pre-cum. I wasn't going to make this easy for him.
I knelt between his thighs and opened my mouth, taking his full length down my throat.
He groaned, and as I looked at him, his eyes closed. I smiled around his cock. This was going to be fun.
I tortured him for long enough that my jaw was aching and I had done all I could with my hands to get him to break, but he proved me wrong.
"Okay, Staff Sergeant Mercer, ready for your next drill?"
He nodded. I smiled.
I climbed up on the bed and straddled his face. I was already sopping wet, and when I ordered him to open his mouth I thought I was going to flood it immediately. Instead, I tried to maintain the composure he had shown and started to ride his face while he lapped at my pussy.
It felt fucking amazing and it was almost painful to hold my orgasm back. I moved further up his face and ordered him to rim my asshole, but when he pressed his tongue inside I unraveled in a leg-shaking orgasm that flooded his face and the sheets below.
I stayed over him, my thighs trembling on either side of his head, and he continued to lick slowly and softly until I was too sensitive and ordered him to stop.
Finally, I slid down his body, and instead of sliding his cock into my pussy, I reached for the lube I’d left beside the bed, slicked his cock and worked some into myself before easing his tip against me.
I pressed down slowly, letting my body open around him inch by inch, breathing through the stretch until I felt him sink all the way in.
Full. So fucking full.
I held still for a moment, adjusting, feeling every inch of him pulsing inside me. His hands were fisted in the sheets and his jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. He was fighting for his life not to move.
Good.
"You can move now, Staff Sergeant, but take it slow."
"Yes, ma'am."
His hips rolled up into me, slow and deep the way I'd told him.
Each thrust pushed the air out of my lungs.
I braced my hands on his chest and rocked back to meet him, finding the rhythm, letting it build.
His breathing got ragged. His strokes got shorter, harder.
I could feel him losing the battle, his whole body tensing beneath me.
"Harder," I told him.
He grabbed my hips and drove up into me and I felt him come with a groan that came from somewhere deep inside him, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks I'd feel tomorrow.
I stayed on top of him, both of us breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me.
"That was the fucking best ever," I told him.
"Oh yeah," he said.
I hadn't given him permission to speak, but he sure as hell had earned it.