first
her body remained tense, but gradually his warmth permeated her muscles and she
relaxed. His presence eased her constant obsessing about her shortcomings, her
limitations, her failings—the ones listed by the general during their last
meeting.
Felix made her feel safe.
He lowered his head and kissed her lazily,
sipping from her mouth, tempting her to participate. Sweet warmth, like the
syrup Aunt Elsa poured on her honeycakes, slipped through her veins. He kept up
the gentle kissing, treating her like something precious and fragile. The idea—that
someone thought her worthy of such care—made her stomach whoosh, but in a good
way. His fingers and hands stroked and caressed, teased and tempted until her
muscles became malleable, like a piece of silk cloth. He nipped at her breast,
the sharp teeth pushing pain through her. The sensation startled her, yet it
grabbed hold of her senses made the syrup in her veins, the heat in her pussy,
take on a tinge of dark need.
She wanted him. Gods, how she wanted him to
permeate her body, overload her senses until she could no longer think but only
feel, feel, feel the pleasure and wallow in the bliss.
He seemed to understand because he rolled
her under him, parted her legs and pushed inside her willing flesh. The first
thrust filled her, gave her what she craved. She ceased thinking about her
unpalatable future. Instead, she left herself drift, let Felix direct their
bodies and clutched his shoulders to enjoy every pleasurable sensation. The way
his cock filled her so beautifully. The musky scent of him. The way he kept
kissing her and rasping his tongue over and around her sensitive nipples.
“Do you like the feel of me inside you,
Casey?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t get enough of you, enough of this,”
he whispered in a deep voice right next to her ear. “I’d fuck you all night if
I could and fall asleep still joined with you.”
Gods, he said the sweetest things, made her
yearn for the impossible. A life away from the military. A life like Eva’s,
where she could do what she wanted, when she wanted, instead of following orders
and more orders.
Felix halted his thrusts. He lifted his
head so he could see her eyes. A flash of something—maybe anger—darkened his
gaze. “Where have you gone? Your body has gone stiff. I can feel your mind has
wandered. Do you want me to spank you again?”
A jolt speared her stomach. Definitely a
sexual one. “I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” And she would. It was her fault if
the general intruded and spoiled this slice of paradise. She promised herself
she’d relax, drive the general out of her head. Shove him to the door and lock
his robust, military-fit butt in a mental dungeon.
For the hell of it, Casey pictured herself forcibly
removing the general. A chuckle emerged.
“You think a spanking is funny? It won’t
feel very good on top of the one I gave you earlier.” He smoothed a firm hand
over her buttocks, and she couldn’t prevent her wince.
“When I’m with you, I want to your focus.
Understood?”
“Yes s—” Casey broke off with another
wince. Military conditioning had her responding to the order before she’d even
thought about the action.
“Yes, what?” he prompted.
“Yes sir.” The response fit better when it
was directed at Felix. She wanted to obey him. Strange. Did that mean
she’d always followed her work orders under protest? Something to consider. The
general’s plans had required her retirement from service. Officially, she was
no longer military…
Felix withdrew from her body then entered
her again, this time with force behind the thrust. He went hard and fast,
changing the angle until he hit her in the perfect spot with every plunge. She moaned,
raked her fingers down his back, lifted into his strokes.
“Felix!”
“Casey.” He twisted his hips, drove deep,
and she whimpered. When he pulled right out of her without warning, she groaned
a protest.
“What—”
Before she could
her body remained tense, but gradually his warmth permeated her muscles and she
relaxed. His presence eased her constant obsessing about her shortcomings, her
limitations, her failings—the ones listed by the general during their last
meeting.
Felix made her feel safe.
He lowered his head and kissed her lazily,
sipping from her mouth, tempting her to participate. Sweet warmth, like the
syrup Aunt Elsa poured on her honeycakes, slipped through her veins. He kept up
the gentle kissing, treating her like something precious and fragile. The idea—that
someone thought her worthy of such care—made her stomach whoosh, but in a good
way. His fingers and hands stroked and caressed, teased and tempted until her
muscles became malleable, like a piece of silk cloth. He nipped at her breast,
the sharp teeth pushing pain through her. The sensation startled her, yet it
grabbed hold of her senses made the syrup in her veins, the heat in her pussy,
take on a tinge of dark need.
She wanted him. Gods, how she wanted him to
permeate her body, overload her senses until she could no longer think but only
feel, feel, feel the pleasure and wallow in the bliss.
He seemed to understand because he rolled
her under him, parted her legs and pushed inside her willing flesh. The first
thrust filled her, gave her what she craved. She ceased thinking about her
unpalatable future. Instead, she left herself drift, let Felix direct their
bodies and clutched his shoulders to enjoy every pleasurable sensation. The way
his cock filled her so beautifully. The musky scent of him. The way he kept
kissing her and rasping his tongue over and around her sensitive nipples.
“Do you like the feel of me inside you,
Casey?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t get enough of you, enough of this,”
he whispered in a deep voice right next to her ear. “I’d fuck you all night if
I could and fall asleep still joined with you.”
Gods, he said the sweetest things, made her
yearn for the impossible. A life away from the military. A life like Eva’s,
where she could do what she wanted, when she wanted, instead of following orders
and more orders.
Felix halted his thrusts. He lifted his
head so he could see her eyes. A flash of something—maybe anger—darkened his
gaze. “Where have you gone? Your body has gone stiff. I can feel your mind has
wandered. Do you want me to spank you again?”
A jolt speared her stomach. Definitely a
sexual one. “I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” And she would. It was her fault if
the general intruded and spoiled this slice of paradise. She promised herself
she’d relax, drive the general out of her head. Shove him to the door and lock
his robust, military-fit butt in a mental dungeon.
For the hell of it, Casey pictured herself forcibly
removing the general. A chuckle emerged.
“You think a spanking is funny? It won’t
feel very good on top of the one I gave you earlier.” He smoothed a firm hand
over her buttocks, and she couldn’t prevent her wince.
“When I’m with you, I want to your focus.
Understood?”
“Yes s—” Casey broke off with another
wince. Military conditioning had her responding to the order before she’d even
thought about the action.
“Yes, what?” he prompted.
“Yes sir.” The response fit better when it
was directed at Felix. She wanted to obey him. Strange. Did that mean
she’d always followed her work orders under protest? Something to consider. The
general’s plans had required her retirement from service. Officially, she was
no longer military…
Felix withdrew from her body then entered
her again, this time with force behind the thrust. He went hard and fast,
changing the angle until he hit her in the perfect spot with every plunge. She moaned,
raked her fingers down his back, lifted into his strokes.
“Felix!”
“Casey.” He twisted his hips, drove deep,
and she whimpered. When he pulled right out of her without warning, she groaned
a protest.
“What—”
Before she could
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