“You’re not the one giving orders here.” He dropped a leg to grab my neck. One squeeze and I was whimpering.
He shoved me hard onto the desk. The holo screen came to life, blazing a brilliant blue, reflected in the darkest recesses of his eyes. Like this, he fucked me with abandon, one hand around my throat, the other keeping my leg high.
“Is this the sex you wanted? To be controlled by me?” he purred.
“Yes, yes.”
He hit deep inside me, sending my hand scrambling for his hip where my nails dug into his ass. He squeezed my throat, and I shuddered, knowing he’d bring me to an incredible end.
“I can hardly believe how much you want this. Are you always this needy, or are you just a good boy for your captain?”
“For you. Just for you.”
“Are you lying?” He pulled out and let go of me entirely. My high drifted away, hips lurching to meet him for the end I craved. He shoved me onto the desk. I scrambled for my thighs, spreading them for him.
“No.” I just wanted him back inside of me, to be filled by him.
“You’re such an obedient thing.” He ran his hand down my neck, my chest, to circle my cock and then dipped a finger in my hole. He curled, and I twisted against him, needing more, needing him. “Tell me what you want.”
I pressed my hips hard against his hand. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Do I need to teach you your manners?”
“Please. Please fuck me, Captain. I want you. I want you so fucking bad.”
Smirking, he took my hips and gave me the reward I craved. He was so hot, moving inside of me. I loved the way he looked between my legs, his gaze full of my same lust. I lay there holding myself open for him, calling his name, basking in the bliss he brought until it became too much. His hand captured mine, stopping me from touching myself. Roys slowed to pin both my wrists above my head.
“You’re going to get off just from me fucking you, so be a good boy and take it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hit after hit brought me closer to that beautiful end. I squirmed and shook and thrust against him. A little more, that little push of his hand on my throat when he said, “Come for me.”
I did. The orgasm tore through me with a broken curse falling from my lips. Roys groaned, watching me come undone by him, pressing his thumb against my erratic pulse.
“Come inside of me,” I said, feeling his rhythm change, still reeling from my orgasm. His hands fell to my legs, holding them against my chest so he could move as he pleased. Then all went still, his eyes shut in bliss before he fell away, breathless.
Roys dropped my legs, letting me rest half on the desk. The sweat had my back sticking to the surface, freezing compared to the fire on my skin. He leaned against the wall, eyes shut, basking in the afterglow. Damn, I didn’t think I would grow tired of that even after three months.
Hands in my hair and chest heaving, I asked, “Got anything to clean up your mess?”
He searched the room as if that would change anything, then grabbed his ripped shirt. He approached with the intention of cleaning up that mess. The thought made me sick. I tugged the shirt out of his hand. While I wiped off, Roys returned my clothes, also sick-inducing. I tossed the ruined shirt at him. He scowled, and that scowl worsened when I pulled out a cigarette.
“Don’t smoke in here,” he said.
The cigarette hung out of my mouth. “You’re really denying me a smoke after sex?”
“I’m denying onein here. You are welcome to smoke anywhere else.”
I went to light up. Roys grabbed the entire pack. I scrambled around him as he held them both behind his back. “Oh, fuck off already.”
“No smoking in here, or I crush these, and we aren’t exactly stockpiling replacements.” He was right. Once we ran out, Corporate would be a pain about shipping more.
Setting aside the cigarette, I dressed and stashed the lighter. “Happy?”
He handed over the pack and got to dressing himself. I stared. A lot. Enough to get his attention.
“What?” he asked.
