Chapter Five Karmen
Five years ago…
I pulled up to Benson’s cabin and killed the engine, grabbing my overnight bag from the passenger seat, excitement thrumming through my veins at the thought of seeing him. It had been the longest two weeks of my life.
He’d been pulled for a classified assignment and returned this morning.
I couldn’t wait to see him. I needed his touch more than air right now, the tightness in my chest unbearable as I walked through the front door.
I was struggling with what that meant. Over the last few months, I found myself becoming dependent on Benson.
He gave me a sense of safety and belonging I’d never had before. Not even with my own family.
The sound of the water running greeted me as I made my way into the primary bedroom and dropped my bag on the chair next to the bed.
I removed my service weapon from my hip and placed it carefully on the nightstand.
A shot of adrenaline thrummed in my veins, leaving me breathless when the shower abruptly shut off.
Benson opened the door, steam billowing out around him as he caught sight of me.
Framed by the door, towel wrapped around his trim waist, water droplets dotted his chiseled torso.
He was tall and lean with short brown hair that required little to no maintenance, and his body was in remarkable shape.
The man spent hours in the gym working out or sparring when he wasn’t on duty or didn’t have me pinned beneath him.
The only place I wanted to be right now.
Wherever he’d been, there’d been plenty of sunshine, judging by his tan face and neck. He didn’t say a word, but his blue eyes glittered with anticipation.
“Sorry, the principal’s meeting took longer than expected. I got here as soon as I could,” I said, explaining my tardiness.
It was mostly the truth. I had been delayed by an assignment.
I was supposed to be here two hours ago.
I’d spent the last hour debating whether to come at all.
But the need to be with him outweighed the fear that strangled my heart daily.
The fear that this was becoming more than either of us anticipated.
The fear of knowing that one day it will all come to an end.
His slow gait was predatory and controlled.
The way he looked at me had a shiver racing down my spine.
“Strip,” he ordered in a deep, commanding voice.
I obeyed, bending down to unlace my boots, my body tingling with excitement.
I removed my black blazer along with my white button-down, holding his intense gaze the entire time.
My white camisole went next, revealing my pink lace bra.
His eyes flared, pupils dilating, and that familiar sense of empowerment shuddered through me.
He might be in charge when we were alone, but I held all the power, and I craved the effect I had on him.
Flicking the button of my pants, I pulled down the zipper slowly and allowed them to pool at my feet, revealing the matching lace thong.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured deep and low, and I preened under his praise. “Come here.”
Stepping out of my pants, I closed the distance between us. My body erupted in goosebumps when he lifted his hand, dragging his forefinger over the swell of my breasts, fingering the lace edge of my bra.
“Do you know how hard I get knowing you wear these pretty things under your uniform for me?”
His blue eyes were fully blown with desire, and his breathing had become a little ragged.
He was turned on, and I loved the effect I had on him.
I loved watching his precious control unravel, and I reveled in the knowledge I was the reason for it.
His impressive cock was barely contained by the terrycloth towel still wrapped around his waist. Dropping his hand, he walked around me.
I closed my eyes as he gently removed my hair tie, releasing my ponytail.
The ends of my long, brown hair tickled the center of my back.
He pushed the locks aside, his mouth on my neck, nipping me hard with his teeth before he soothed the bite with a tender kiss.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice hot and rough against my ear as he curled one hand in my hair, tugging gently, awaiting my answer.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His mouth claimed mine with a wild, desperate need that matched my own.
He slowed the kiss, then whispered hoarsely, “I’ve thought of nothing all day except being inside you.”
My breath hitched at his declaration.
His grip tightens on my hair. “On the bed. Legs spread. Arms above your head,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.
My skin flushed, and I was practically panting as I crawled onto the bed.
I loved this side of him, the controlling, dominant side, that took what he wanted.
He’d built this trust between us brick by brick, proving time and time again that he owned my body and my mind when it came to my pleasure, my needs.
He anticipated every single one. Even those I didn’t know I had.
And that scared the shit out of me.
“Open those legs, baby. Let me see what’s mine.”
I obeyed, spreading my legs slowly, loving his possessive gaze. Removing his towel, he stood at the foot of the bed, those hungry eyes taking in every inch of me. My mouth watered with the need to taste him. To suck him deep and long, to give him the pleasure he so generously gave me.
With a knee to the bed, he lay down on his stomach, settling between my open thighs, his face mere inches from my center. His hot mouth covered my clit through the lace of my panties, and my back arched off the bed.
Benson pressed my hips back down, his low command a delicious threat. “If you keep moving, I’ll have to tie you to the bed.”
A wicked grin curved his perfect mouth as he descended once more, pressing a tender kiss just above my pussy before licking the edge of my panties on both sides. Then he sucked on my clit again. My back arched, and my hands moved to his thick hair to pull him closer.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
He reprimanded me with a slap to my inner thigh.
I cried out, the sting of his strike mixing with the deep-rooted pleasure coursing through my heated blood.
I found it funny. As a child, I was told not to lick, bite, slap, or pull hair—yet as an adult, it’s exactly what I craved.
There was a time when I was ashamed of my secret desires and needs, but under this man’s command, I was free.
“Both,” he murmured.
I gripped the headboard from underneath this time to ground myself for what I knew was coming.
Gripping the sides of my panties, he pulled them off and tossed them aside before burying his face in my pussy, his hot tongue plunging deeply, licking and sucking with a ferocity that could rival that of a wild animal that had just captured its prey.
Oh God.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I watched two fingers join his hot mouth, pumping in and out of me slowly. while his gaze held mine. The kind of eye contact that felt like he was already inside me. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
“You,” I gasped without hesitation.
“Good girl.” His fingers pumped in and out, curling and hitting that delicious spot deep inside only he could reach. I exploded, crying out his name.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”
His grin was triumphant as he pushed the same two fingers he used to fuck me inside my mouth, rubbing them slowly against my tongue.
“Suck,” he demanded, and I did, loving the way I tasted on his roughened fingers.
Benson moved up my body, kissing and nipping at my heated skin, pulling the cups of my bra down to bite and scrape his teeth on my hard nipples.
Gaze pinned on me, he lined his cock with my soaked entrance, then pushed inside me with one punishing thrust, fucking me with long, deep strokes that threatened to undo me completely.
He was the only man who’d ever owned my body like this.
The only man who’d ever had me at his mercy. The only man I trusted completely.
Explicitly.
The savage thrust of his hips made my vision blur as the world around us was reduced to sharp sighs, thundering grunts, and filthy noises that only our bodies could make.
His hot mouth covered mine for a brutal kiss before he raised his gaze to meet mine. “That’s it,” he rasped against my trembling lips. “Come with me.”
My orgasm slammed into me, my pulse igniting like wildfire beneath my skin as he rode out his orgasm with me, his precious control unleashed as he found his release. He seated himself fully, pulsing as he came inside me, marking me in a way I loved.
His.
Sweat dotted my skin as he pulled out and rolled over, gathering me in his arms and dragging me to his chest. We lay there for long minutes, catching our breath. He kissed my forehead, my temple, and each of my heated cheeks before tenderly kissing my lips.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, caressing my jaw with his thumb.
The smattering of hair tickled my lips as I pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “I don’t like birthdays.”
“Why is that?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. My parents just treated it like any other day.”
He stiffened beneath me. “You’re telling me you’ve never even had a birthday party?”
I shook my head. “I mean, my mom always bought me gifts, but never a cake or balloons. Nothing like that.”
“Every kid should have a birthday party at least once in their life.”
“If you met my parents, you would understand.”
“That’s not how it’s supposed to be.” His arms tightened around me, his thumb gently brushing my shoulder as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You deserve to feel special.”
My throat tightened unexpectedly, and tears burned my eyes, but I fought to hold them back. Loosening his hold, he reached over to grab something from the bedside table drawer. Then he presented me with a box wrapped in gold paper with little pink hearts printed on it.