The team had finally made it to their destination and set up camp. Everyone had begun to go over all of the Intel they had gathered, trying to make sense of it all. Things seemed to be taking yet another unexpected turn. Vice had been ordered to her quarters to recuperate after denying medical assistance. Army protocol was to be seen in a hospital. Unfortunately, she had brought up the point that they didn’t follow that protocol. Juju was the most trained as a field medic. Everyone had taken the basic six-week course, but he had continued schooling to the equivalent of a nurse practitioner in the civilian world. It had taken all Dom had to allow him to strip her down and do an exam and him walking far enough away that he couldn’t explode on the poor kid. Juju was a good soldier, but the idea of his hands touching her and seeing her naked pissed him every which way the fuck off. As soon as they got back to the base, he was going to take the classes. Hell, he would become a damn doctor if it meant never having to go through this type of torture again. Even Mac had taken up beside her, refusing to leave. He stayed perched at her feet, taking it upon himself to be her personal bodyguard. The only time someone else was allowed to look was if he said so. This wasn’t it. Fuck. Things were already getting complicated and nothing had happened yet. Well, actually it had. Those motherfuckers had taken her. If they would have left her alone, he wouldn’t be forced to rush the subject and would have thought things out a little better on how to handle her.
The second Juju walked out, he barged in. She was still sitting in her bra and panties, but he didn’t care. In two steps, he marched over where she sat on the cot. “So? What did he say?” Her eyes widened at his tone. His fear had come out sounding angry instead of the true desperation he felt.
Vice glared at him, easing her features some in understanding at the worried look spread across his features. She understood him. “He said I’ll be fine. It’s just cosmetic. There are a few bruises that go to the bone, and I need to keep antibiotic cream on the cuts but other than that, I’ll live. Now, if only I could reach all of the wounds…” Her eyes twinkled, giving him the first glimpse at the little hell cat he was so fond of since before her capture.
“Hum… Now, that is a problem.” His hand gently swept the hair off her neck, tickling her skin. Instant shivers ran up the length of her spine from the simple touch. Her body couldn’t help but respond to him. It never failed. He could look at her with that damned heated gaze and bring her blood to boil in her veins. He was like her own personal drug, and she wanted more. Given everything that had happened, she couldn’t stand the idea of things going back to the way they were. He would either give in and take what she offered, or he would leave her alone forever. The only way she would accept rejection was if he looked her in the eye and told her flat out he wasn’t interested. Then, and only then, would she back off and put it all in the past. Given the way his eyes grated over every inch of her half exposed body, she was pretty confident that wouldn’t happen.
He continued his torture, easing his fingertips down her arm, stopping at her hand in which he locked together with his. With a tiny little tug, he pulled her body against his demandingly, giving a silent command she couldn’t resist. She reached up to his lips, arching through the pain to taste the only thing that kept her from breaking the whole time she was under the mercy of those sick bastards. Dom was her strengths, her weaknesses, and her desires, and was still out of her reach. Could it ever work? His tastes were far from what she was comfortable with, and there was little hope that he could compromise. Still, was she willing?
When her mouth grazed the softness of his lips, he turned and detoured her to his cheek. Before she could voice her irritation, the feel of something creamy smeared on her shoulder. She jerked away at the sting, but his hand came down against her neck and pulled her tight. “Hold still.” His voice was low, leaving no room for argument.
“That hurts.” She remained still, feeling her vulnerability for the first time. Under all of her rough and toughness, she was like any other woman, desiring to be wanted, needed, and protected. Of all her twenty-eight years, she hadn’t felt the impact of that hole in her life so intensely until this exact moment. She was one to always take things into her own control. Now, could she hand all of that over just like that? She tensed, more from her revelations and less from the pain. He lightened his touch even more.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but this has to get applied.” He hesitated, unsure whether to ask his next question or let it go. Once he did, there was no turning back. Throwing all his chips in the pot, he went all in. “Do you trust me?” His voice had taken on a husky tone he couldn’t mask.
She pulled away far enough to look at him, her eyebrows raising questioningly. Instead of following with her normal line of interrogation, she relaxed back against him. “Yes.”
Dom couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features. It was what she didn’t say that spoke volumes. He twisted her around in his arms enough to face forward, sitting between his legs. With one hand he continued doctoring her wounds. The other hand snaked around and took possession of her breast, squeezing and palming it with meaning. Without a word, he raised her sports bra and let her breasts fall free. The moment he touched her bare skin, Vice forgot about the burning and stinging of her injuries. His fingers worked a different kind of heat through her. His fingers came up and tweaked her nipple, sending a shot straight to her pussy. In a matter of seconds, he had her juicing where she sat, squirming in an attempt to relieve the budding pressure. Everything else faded into the background. His hand worked her higher and higher, sending her away from reality and out of the shadows of the past few days. She lulled her head back against his shoulder, arching into his touches. When her hand came up to guide him lower, he smacked it away. Startled she sat up, and turned to look at him. Before she could ask, he shook his head. “No. Turn back around.” Unknowing as to why she obeyed, she did. Once she was settled back in her snuggled position, he raised both hands to trail up and down her torso in an erratic pattern. One hand would skate down her taut stomach, roaming south below her belly button in a taunting tease while the other played a dangerous game with her right tit. Together, they worked in harmony.
Dom had to bite his lip in order to stay collected. Vice was the only woman who had been able to erase his need for control and submission. Right now, if she turned again and took control, chances were he would let her. He wanted nothing more than to flip her on her back and sink into her hot wetness. He could smell her arousal soaking through the thin barrier of her white cotton panties. Damn if she wasn’t irresistible in simplicity. Granted, leather and lace were more his style, but innocent cotton just made its way up the list to the top five.
He lowered his assault, dipping under the waistband of her panties just enough to tell she was well groomed. Good. He insisted his girl be shaved and clean at all times. One less thing to worry about. Before he got carried away, he had to stop. It was time to put the true tests into place. Lesson one, turning over control. He had her submitting so far, but until he pushed the envelope, he wouldn’t know for sure. So, as much as it pained him, he stopped. When he gently pulled her upright and moved from behind her, her hooded eyes bugged, screaming in protest.
It took all he had not to swoop her into his arms and carry her to bed. Instead, he smiled. “Get some rest.” He dropped a single kiss against her forehead and walked out without a single glance backwards.
As soon as the tent door shut behind him, Vice growled, “What the fuck?” She grabbed her boot and tossed it in frustration. How dare he? The audacity! What game was he playing? She stomped over to her cot and laid down, feeling the results of lack of sleep, mixed with sexual frustration and the pain that had made itself noticed the moment he quit touching her. She tried to sleep but only tossed and turned. The longer she lay awake, the more wired she became. This was going to be a long damn night.
Well into the wee hours of the morning, Vice heard noises outside the back side of her tent. She tossed on
a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, grabbing her gun on the way out. To hell with a battle buddy. If those fuckers thought for a second that they could come tramping up into their camp to finish what they started, they had another thing coming. She chambered a round and clicked off the safety before silently easing out of her tent. Staying one with the darkness, Vice made her way around the camp, keeping low. When she reached the back, she stood relieved. Sitting sprawled out in the cab of a Humvee was Dom, listening to “Cry to Me” by Solomon Burke. The song choice was both entertaining and confusing. He was normally a hard rock kind of guy. Seeing the softer side only added to the appeal. Stepping out of the darkness, she walked around to the passenger side of the Humvee and opened the door. He looked up stunned, but the diehard composure quickly returned in a moment’s breath. Time to see if I can shake you up, Mr. Jeremy Jagger. Let’s have some fun. Vice climbed in the cab on her hands and knees, ignoring the pain her body felt.
The warm breeze trailed through the open doors and windows, cascading over her heated flesh. Chills pebbled along its surface, drawing her nipples into tight buds beneath the thin cloth barrier. She reached for him, undeterred by right and wrong. He was hers, if only for one night. After what she had just been through, she needed him more than ever, and if she had it her way, forever. Unwilling to get her hopes up, she gave in to the moment, and pulled her brown t-shirt over her head. Without saying a word, she continued to strip as he watched on. His defined face was hard set and unreadable, but the fire that sparked in the depths of his pitch black eyes told another story. Damn he was gorgeous. There had never been another man who had stolen her breath the way Dom did. He was pure alpha male, wrapped in a beefed up package of walking fuck me please. When she shucked her bra, she tossed it at him playfully, earning a groan that reassured her to keep going. Once she sat beside him naked, her lips curled up into a seductive grin.
Dom couldn’t help but smile at her bluntness. With the still fresh wounds visible, he knew playtime would have to be changed around. Under normal circumstances, her little display would have been grounds for punishment. Tonight, it was only he who received it. “Lay down with your ass scooted to the edge of the seat and your legs propped up as high as they will go.” She stared, unable to process his demands. When he growled, she jumped into motion. He got out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side, snatching up a wad of 550 cord out of the back. As he drew nearer, she watched him cut strips of the thin rope and moved to loop them around her ankles. Her heart beat against her ribs, aching the cracked bones. She remained silent, not wanting him to know the extent of her damaged body. She wouldn’t go home and miss the mission. Justice still needed to be brought down on the scum they were after, and she was hell bent on delivering her own form of sweet revenge. With a precision she had never seen, Dom crisscrossed the strands around her ankles and secured them from the hooks that were positioned on the roof. He paused, weighing his options. If he tied her wrists, he risked irritating the rope burns and cuts she already had. Instead, he walked up between her parted limbs and looked down at her. “Put your hands behind your head and leave them there. I don’t want to tie them and risk hurting you.”
“Okay…” She moved them sluggishly, still feeling the tenseness and sore muscles from her capture. What she wouldn’t give for a long soak in a hot bath. Her thoughts floated to a big overfull tub, full of fragrant bubbles. Sitting in the mist would be Dom, waiting with two glasses of champagne. What? Why was she considering romance? He wasn’t the romantic type. If she daydreamed about it now, it would only lead to disappointment later. He was exactly what he appeared to be. Hard, simple, and emotionless. Which was why he had the bedroom preferences he did. If he could be in command and stay detached, it kept him from ever opening his heart and getting hurt. Some woman must have done a number on him. It was sad…because Vice could see a different person buried deep beneath the gruff crust. Dom was a sweetheart center covered in a crunchy shell. He gave off a mean badass attitude, when in all actuality he was the most compassionate and caring individual she had ever met. He would do anything for anybody.
Dom stared down at the little beauty before him. With her hands up over her head, her large breasts were pushed out and on display. She was gorgeous. Her thighs spread wide, giving him a perfect view of her tender folds despite the darkness. Moisture pooled from her cunt, begging to be licked. Not wanting to let it go to waste, he kneeled down and lapped up and down her slit, coating his tongue with her delicious cream. He had always loved the taste of pussy. Vice’s didn’t disappoint. The musky smell of her arousal sent his senses into an overload. “Damn your little pussy tastes good. I could eat you for days.” He buried his face again, sucking her little clit into his mouth. Gently, he rolled it between his teeth, adding just enough pressure she squirmed under him. Without warning, he stopped, moving up her body with licks and nips.
“No.” Her breathless protest shot straight to his balls. When he took her mouth, she groaned. She could taste herself on his tongue, only adding to the taboo of their encounter. Dom consumed her lips, invading her mouth demandingly. She dueled her tongue with his, meeting him with the same demands. He took to it, loving the challenge he had so long yearned for. So many times the little subs that came his way were all too willing to cower. He craved more. Being in control for him wasn’t just cut and dry wanting a woman to submit. It was taking her control, and lowering the barriers that would normally keep her from reaching maximum pleasure. With Vice, he could explore. She needed someone to teach her what she liked, and what she didn’t. Tonight wasn’t about breaking her down to the basics. It was testing the waters to see if she could naturally give herself over to him. His gut twisted, worried that he would be let down. Could he still pursue her if she wasn’t a true submissive? As much as he wanted to think so, he knew he couldn’t. It was going to be a big enough challenge to give it up 24-7 and just settle for in the bedroom. The funny part was, he already didn’t feel the need for total dominance. She seemed to heal the scars he never thought could be. No matter what, he had to try…
His kiss softened, giving a small sliver of himself over to her. The raw emotion slammed into him unexpectedly, knocking him unbalanced. He scrambled to regain his composure, flawlessly not missing a beat. She couldn’t know the effect she had on him. Not now. Maybe not ever. It was a dangerous game of roulette, and he was pulling the trigger.
Vice arched upwards against him, fighting to take control. Her tongue twisted and turned, sucking his between her teeth lightly. The slight roughness unleashed his desire even more. “No.” He reached between their bodies and pinched her nipple. He swallowed her little gasp, turning from sweet to vicious. “I’m going to fuck you good, baby. We can’t play like I want, but I promise you I’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before. You are going to come so hard you’ll be begging for more.”
“Yes! Please. I can’t take it, Dom. I need you.”
“Sir. You’ll call me Sir from now on. Do you understand?”
Vice hesitated. Her mind was mashed potatoes, but she briefly felt a twang of rebellion rare its head up, but the throbbing dick folded against her hungry cunt shut it down without a second thought. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” His voice dropped low and commanding. The sudden change only added to her arousal.
“Yes, Sir!” Another gush of juices coated her thighs.
“Good girl.” He kissed her again, rising from her body without warning. She started to move in protest, but he caught her. He pushed her back down with one palm, narrowing his eyes. “Stay.”
Vice lowered back to the seat. Her eyes were affixed to him, watching every move. Slowly and deliberately, he removed his clothing and tossed them in the back seat. He was breathtaking. The moonlight cascaded across his chest, glistening along every defined muscle. Her eyes trailed the length of him, eating in every detail. The man was built better than a Greek god. If Spartans existed, he would be it. His torso narrowed into a perfect triangl
e, leading in to a lean waist and perfect hips. The sex lines that ran down in a perfect ‘v’ from his hips made her mouth go dry. They led into a perfect arrow pointing to his perfect dick. Never in her life had she seen a perfect cock. It was huge, but equally proportioned in length and girth. It stood straight, not leaning to either side, and rising well above his belly button. Oh fuck! “Do you like what you see?”
It took all her might to find her tongue. “Hel-l-l yes-s-s. You are gorgeous. Sir.”
Dom couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. She remembered to add the Sir part without being reminded. Deep down, he knew she had a sub hiding somewhere. Now, he was going to make it his life’s mission to find it. Just not now. He reached up and untied her feet, not wanting to cause her pain or stiffness to get worse. He took time to massage each ankle thoroughly before he lowered them to rest on the doorframe. Both of his hands planted to her sides while he crawled up her body. Her breath caught in her throat. He was like a panther stalking for the kill. She couldn’t move.
Vice gasped when his body weight lowered on to her, giving her that feeling she loved so much. There was something about the raw power of having a man on top of you, taking the reins. Helpless, dominated, and at his mercy. He wiggled his hips, nudging against her pussy. When he bumped her clit she almost came undone.
“Mmm. You like that, huh? How long has it been since you have been fucked, Alex?” His bluntness only turned her on more. She strained to think, knowing the embarrassingly dry spell in her love life was enough to make a nun blush.
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