He prayed she enjoyed the sex toys. Christ, since they opened the box, his imagination had run wild with vivid images of how they’d use each one. He knew he’d start with the paddle. That was Cambrie’s choice, so who was he not to oblige the lady?
“Do you now? Does that mean you don’t want to catch some sleep?” Her teasing tone was just as arousing as the way her hard nipples dented the thin cotton T-shirt she had professed as her favorite nightshirt.
“Oh, I promise we’ll get sleep, darling,” he said, biting into the hot pizza. “But first I plan to exhaust you.”
“I like how you think,” she offered before taking her own bite of pizza.
They sat at her small, round kitchen table sipping iced tea and devouring the pizza. She had obviously worked up an appetite like he had by the way she dug in heartily.
Wiping her mouth with a napkin, Cambrie sipped her drink and spoke. “So, Miller, are you on vacation or something? You had mentioned getting leave after your assignment was done. Does that happen after each assignment?”
Miller didn’t want to think about having to leave her now that he had finally found her. Dreaming of her nightly was one thing. But now that he had held her, well, that changed everything. His job was his job, but now he had to figure out where or how Cambrie would fit into his life.
“Technically, I’m on a mini vacation. I begged for a few days leave once we completed our last mission. But I’m still on call.”
Her hand wavered between the table and her mouth, holding the pizza. This time her pout broke his heart. “You mean you could be called away at any time?”
And there it was. The nature of the military life. Something civilians had a hard time grasping-the need to move at a moment’s notice, leave loved ones behind for God knew how long, to endure what most could not. It sure did make having a relationship hard.
“Yes, Cambrie. When my team needs me, I’m there. No questions. No complaints. That’s my job. What I was trained for. I know that when I’m activated, it’s because my special skills are needed somewhere and fast.”
“What’s your specialty?” Her genuine interest pleased him more than he wanted to admit.
“Scoping out enemy territory to locate known perpetrators.”
She watched him for all of two seconds until that little temper she kept well in check reared its beautiful head. “Do you take me as some lame female, Miller? What kind of friggin’ answer was that?” She jumped up, mimicked his words while getting two slices of pizza from the counter. Coming back to the table, she placed a slice on his plate before sitting again. When she caught him staring, she asked, “What?”
“You’re beautiful even when you’re chewing my ass out. But I don’t know if you have the right to do that yet, since we’ve only been with each other for like eight hours or so.” Teasing her probably wasn’t in his best interest since he hadn’t really gauged that adorable temper, but he’d never been accused of being overly smart.
“Seriously, Miller. Your answer translates into ‘I hunt down the bastards that no one else can catch and make them regret ever meeting me.’ Am I close?” She took a bite of the pizza and watched him with a very cocky look.
He stared in shock. No one had ever pegged him down so well, describing him to the letter. How did she do that? “You’re dead on, honey. For the record, I wasn’t trying to talk down to you. I’ve just learned that civilians usually don’t care to hear the details of what I do. Guess it just brings the war and terror threats too close to home for them or something.”
“Well, for the record, Miller. When I ask a question, I’d like an answer that doesn’t scream of bullshit.”
He laughed so hard it hurt his sides. Damn, he couldn’t wait to spank her pretty little ass. He loved the fiery side of her and hadn’t expected her to have one. But then again, there’s a lot that goes unnoticed when your only form of communication is emails.
“Yes, ma’am. You have my word it won’t happen again.”
She nodded and continued eating, a satisfied smile pasted on her pretty lips.
Ah, but he could be cocky, too. “And, Cambrie, you have my word that I plan on spanking that pretty little ass of yours. You have my cock so fucking hard and it’s all I’ve thought about doing since you pulled out that paddle.”
Now to say the look on her face was priceless would have been an understatement. She lost all interest in her pizza as a pretty shade of pink covered her cheeks and her mouth slowly opened into an ‘O’. Funny how her cockiness disappeared only to be replaced with wide-eyed curiosity. She took a long sip of her iced tea, peering at him over the rim of the glass.
She wiped her mouth on her napkin and spoke with a huskiness he hadn’t heard before. He loved it. “I hope you don’t get called away tonight. If we don’t get to use all those toys, then you’ll leave me a very horny girl until you can come back and finish the job.”
Miller sat astounded and kept his face emotionless for fear of sharing too much of himself. She couldn’t have said anything that would’ve have touched him more. Her simple statement offered an understanding for his work and the commitment that came with it.
She didn’t complain that he would have to leave even after only a brief time with her. She didn’t try to lecture him about staying longer or demanding that he did. Her quiet acceptance rang loud and clear. Having her respect for that part of his life intensified his feelings for this woman who continued to surprise him with every minute they spent together.
“As long as you tell me I’m welcome, then I promise, I’ll be back, baby girl.”
“I hope so. Can’t let this sizzle go to waste.”
Her forced giggle told him she hid her feelings well. She had almost fooled him into believing she’d be okay with him leaving on missions. When in fact, she meant to shoulder the burden of his absences alone and silently.
Did she even realize the remarkable woman that she was? She would hide her own pain if it meant he wouldn’t worry about her. And she was definitely the type of woman to become attached. He didn’t think she entered into any relationship lightly or without serious thought of the consequences.
Why his thoughts were jumping ahead and thinking of more than a few nights in Cambrie’s bed, he couldn’t say. Nor did he wish to dwell on that right now. His life was very complicated, as was hers.
“We’ve only just begun to sizzle, baby.” He kept his tone reassuring, hoping to just enjoy the moment.
He chalked the excessive analysis of the situation up to his lack of sleep and the excitement of meeting Cambrie. Maybe he’d just been working too damn hard lately. Being away from his team after spending the entire past year with them on one mission after another took some getting used to.
He couldn’t help glancing around the apartment as if he were still doing surveillance in the Afghan deserts and villages. That kind of training was hard to shake even when he returned to civilian life, which wasn’t too often now that his team had been assigned a special sector of the Afghan nation.
Rubbing his tattoo, he smiled, knowing Cambrie would be with him everywhere.
“You never said where you lived when you’re not fighting bad guys or meeting pen pals, Miller.”
Too far away from you. “When I’m not on a mission, I live near my duty station in Little Creek, Virginia.”
“So that’s where you’re stationed?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And you can’t move anywhere else, right?”
He hated the truth to be so definite. “Right. Otherwise, it’d be too difficult to assemble the team with the time limits usually involved. I mean, we need to be ready to run at a moment’s notice and, seriously, every second counts.”
Cambrie leaned forward and rubbed her knuckles across his cheek. “I want to hear so much more about your job, but I’m afraid right now I’d rather be using our limited time together to try out some of those sex toys.”
If ever there had been a need for a change of subject it had been just then.
Miller was very grateful to Cambrie for doing it. His job was an obvious obstacle with them being together in any real relationship since he couldn’t expect her to leave her life behind to come live with him when he’d be disappearing each time his team was called to duty.
“You read my mind, baby. I say I drag you into the bedroom and we begin round two.”
She stood and laughed. “Dragging me would imply I didn’t want to go willingly. I say, catch me if you can.”
The challenge in her soft, brown eyes was all the coaxing he needed to bolt from his chair. With a screech, she laughed and ran toward the bedroom. He caught her around the waist and lifted her wiggling body into the air with one arm.
“Show off,” she scolded as her fingers latched onto his forearm.
He took the opportunity to nip at her ear lobe. Her soft flowery scent tickled his nose and reminded him of a cool summer’s night on a lake with crisp fresh air. God, he’d love to peel her sexy body out of a bikini.
“Not showing off at all, Cambrie. How else am I to put you across my knee to be spanked?”
Her loud gasp stirred his cock to a hardness that made walking painful. The little witch. She was just too damn sexy for both their good.
“You mean I’m getting spanked now?” Her words, while filled with a bit of shock, carried an excitement that thrilled him.
He placed her on her feet to face him, using his finger to edge her chin up. Once he caught her gaze, he spoke. “I need your safe word.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Safe word?”
“A word that you will use so that I know to stop what I’m doing immediately. No questions asked. It’ll signal you’ve had enough of whatever play we’re doing.” He rubbed her upper arms with gentle caresses to ease her anxiety. “I said I’d never do anything to hurt you. Everything has to be for your pleasure or we don’t do it. Okay?”
“So when you spank me it won’t hurt?” She looked disappointed.
He loved her naivety. “Oh, your ass will be on fire, baby. But I promise you’ll enjoy every second of it.” His hands roamed over her ass, massaging the round curves.
“Hanky panky. That’s my word.”
He cocked an eyebrow, confused at her choice. “Any particular reason for that one?”
She shrugged, the material of her T-shirt almost see-through and the outline of her nipples obvious. “Not really, except my Aunt Annabelle used to warn ‘no hanky panky’ when I’d go out on a date. So since this is far beyond any hanky panky I’ve ever had, I thought it fitting to use that word. I could choose another.”
He smiled. “Nope. Hanky panky will work fine. But I’m hoping I never hear the word again, darling. I want you to trust that I’ll give you the ultimate pleasures this sexy body deserves.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, a slight humming emanated from her body. “So what about you?”
“Me?”
“What’s your safe word, Lt. Daly?”
He bit down on a laugh. The woman didn’t have a clue about this situation. “Why the hell would I need a safe word?”
“Because when I drive you insane with my mouth, it’s only fair that you, too, have a way to stop the torment.”
He could only stare at her. This woman was made for him. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind. Just when he expected her to turn tail and run because the game got too hot, she surprised him. Not only did she walk the walk, but she brought her own agenda, too. “Ah, so you think you will get me to beg for mercy?”
She shrugged in that non-flustered way he enjoyed more and more. “Don’t really know especially since you’re so muscular,” she said in an overly husky voice. For emphasis, she ran her hands along his shoulders and arms while wiggling that hot fucking body against him. “And you’re so strong. But I enjoy a good challenge, so you’d better have a safe word because I won’t be responsible for any whimpering because you were too smug to chose a word to save your ass.”
Christ! How did she manage to arouse him with a few frisky words? He was doomed if only words and wiggles could torture his cock into a raging hard-on.
“Oh, you are so spanked, Cambrie Brasher.” He kissed her forehead before gazing back into her seductive eyes filled with clouds and a carefree easiness. “Mercy. That’s my word. Because if you can make me rely on a word to stop the attention of your pretty mouth, then I will need all the mercy I can get. And then you are so spanked again, baby girl. That…I promise.”
Chapter Ten
Spankings and paddles. Butt plugs and dildos. Cambrie had never been more curious about anything until Miller had stepped into her life. Now just the thought of using the sex toys was enough to heat her body and scramble her brains.
“Nice choice of paddle, Cambrie. Hard side for punishing. Soft side for comforting,” Miller commented.
“Thanks. Not bad for a first time buyer,” Cambrie said as she watched with amazement as he removed the paddle from its casing and slapped it into his palm. The sound, a quick thud, had her swallowing hard. Her pussy spasmed with an awareness of what was to come and all she could do was squirm while standing in front of him. Squeezing her knees together did nothing to relieve the ache growing deep inside her pussy.
The determination on his face was neither menacing nor mean. All she saw was a man so focused on her that all else around them stood still. She didn’t know how he would get summoned back to work, whether it would be via cell phone or pager, but right now she didn’t care. All she wanted was to have these few stolen hours with Miller, to experience things that, up until now, she had only read about or watched on TV.
When Miller took small steps toward her, she used all of her willpower not to back up. She could do this. She could role-play and enjoy experimenting sexually. It had puzzled her how much she had wanted to try new sex acts, to be spanked and dominated, to give herself to this man she hardly knew but felt a special connection, a special bond with him.
To trust him with her body asked a lot of her, but she had agreed because she trusted him. He had earned that trust by being up front with her since their first emails. Her eagerness to get started had shocked her even more so than her vivid visions of sucking his cock and being tied up while he fucked her hard.
Miller grasped her hand in his, the firm hold tugged her to the bed where he sat down and hauled her over his lap. Staring at her bedroom floor with her hair hanging down, she squashed the sense of panic rising within her, reminding herself that her safe word would stop the spanking if she didn’t like it. And this was a fantasy of hers that he was about to fulfill. What better gift could he give her?
Cool air wafted across her bottom when Miller lifted her shirt up, baring her ass. She could picture the sight she made, stretched out across his lap, naked butt high in the air.
“You have the most beautiful ass, Cambrie,” he said, the casual tone quiet as his hand glided across her bottom with smooth caresses. “I can’t wait to add some color to it. Think I want to start with my hand first.”
The slap landed on her ass cheek without further warning. It wasn’t hard, but it was real.
“Oh,” she yelped just as another slap landed again. Okay, this was different.
“Trust me with your pleasure, Cambrie, and I promise you will enjoy this more than you know.”
“I do trust you, Miller, or this wouldn’t be happening.” And that was the truth since she had never been this experimental with anyone else.
Two more slaps rained down on her naked ass. “I enjoy seeing my hand print on your white skin. Can’t wait to see what the paddle does on your delicate flesh.”
“You promised me a spanking, not a play-by-play.” With the snippiness in her words, she had hoped to egg him on, encourage him not to hold back. “Make me come, Miller. The heat on my ass…it feels so good.”
Spank, spank, spank.
“Should warn you now to be careful for what you ask for. Because I aim to please, baby girl.”
Spank, spank, spank
on one cheek. Spank, spank, spank on the other cheek.
Wow, was her ass getting hot. His hand spared her bottom a moment’s break, and she thought that was the end of the punishment. Until the paddle cracked her ass and she couldn’t hold her reaction in. “Oohh!”
Miller used the paddle, alternating cheek after cheek, each blow a little stronger than the last. The room filled with a whacking sound. Her ass heated to an unbelievable temperature, the fire spreading quickly to her pussy. Little spasms ran along her swollen and drenched pussy lips as she squirmed over his legs.
“Oh, Miller. Please. I need to come.” She was so close. The power building within her womb had her rocking her hips attempting to rub her clit against his leg, but it was futile. His strength easily held her in place and movement wasn’t allowed.
When his fingers traced the cleft between her ass cheeks, she stilled. No one had touched her like that. Ever. After all her and Miller had done so far, it was silly to be concerned with the area his finger edged closer to.
“I can’t wait to fuck your ass, Cambrie, but not tonight. I want to get my fill of that sweet pussy first.” His finger skimmed her anus on the way down to her pussy. “Mmmm. Someone’s pussy is plenty wet for me. Good girl. But I’m still not done spanking you.”
The instant he removed his fingers from her wetness, she wanted to protest. She swallowed hard, her breath caught in her throat. He what? “You’re not?”
“Nope. I’ll decide when the spanking ends, unless you use your safe word.”
Oh, God. It was such a turn-on when he talked like that. She needed to come. “Miller.” That was all she could say, his name and nothing more, as groans escaped her throat.
When his hand landed firmly on her ass again, she cried out, the pleasure too much to withstand. “I wish you could see this beautiful ass of yours, baby. Pink from my hand and the paddle. Hot to the touch. So adorable wiggling with each slap.”
Spank, spank, spank on one cheek. Spank, spank, spank on the other cheek.
She knew he tested her, wanted to see how much she could endure. And to her complete surprise, she realized that she didn’t want the spanking to end. “Don’t stop. Please. Oh, yes!”
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