The orgasm wasn’t as intense as the one during a wave, but still more pleasurable than any I’d had before Rhys. And that was just from him playing with my cock with little to no previous experience.
“Thank you.” He rested his cheek against my thigh, and the movement revealed his hard-on, dripping precum on the hardwood floor.
Thank me? What was I supposed to say to that?
“You’re welcome.” I let go of his hair and stroked the short strands of the military haircut. An idea popped into my head. “Bring me the third package with heat supplies and put it on the couch next to me.”
He jumped to his feet and obeyed, placing the box within my reach.
“Now, go get dressed in your uniform and come back to me on your hands and knees.” I thrust my chin up.
Rhys straightened up and blinked. “What?”
Did I go too far? There was only one way to find out. “This filthy soldier needs to fulfill my orders and satisfy me.”
“Yes, Master.” He bowed his head and clicked his bare heels.
Whoa. He was the hottest Alpha I’ve ever seen. Standing in front of me, naked, with his thick cock hard and ready to fuck, he was the epitome of all my fears—wide shoulders, muscled arms, sharp jaw, and primal Alpha instinct. Yet, I wasn’t afraid. His submission and desire to serve me were evident in his stance, calming my anxious nerves.
With a nod, Rhys pivoted around and all but ran down the corridor, leaving me to admire his taut ass. I pulled out a nutritional packet and sucked it down, then rummaged through the toys. I wasn’t sure what we’d need, so I’d ordered different ones.
Bingo! I found the perfect items for Rhys. An attempt to bend over to my feet triggered a cramp. I hissed and sat back. I’d have to make Rhys prepare his next adventure by himself.
The thump of heavy boots sounded in the distance. I flinched on instinct, but relaxed when Rhys came into view.
The dark camo in subdued shades hugged his frame in all the right places, accentuating his physique. I hated men in uniform, always greedy and abusing their power, but Rhys looked stunning in one. Another set of clothes on a hanger swung from his grasp.
“I think you meant this,” Rhys gestured to what he wore, “but if you wish me to change into my dress uniform, it’s here.” He hung the dark green outfit on a hook on the wall.
The medals pinned to it, and the stripes on the shoulders looked familiar. I’ve seen those before on high-ranking officers, maybe even generals, who’d visited with Dryden when he had me in his possession. Holy hell.
Rhys was powerful and dangerous. And was about to give him orders.
My cock twitched.
Wiggling my toes, I glanced at my small feet. My plan had a hole in it, but I knew how to fix it.
“Take off your boots and put them on me.”
“Yes, Master.” Rhys retrieved a pair of thick socks from the package and kneeled in front of me. With patience and a gentle touch, he pulled them onto my feet and covered with his heavy boots.
“Lick. You’re a good soldier; I know you know how to polish boots.” I pointed down. “Do it.”
Rhys in uniform, on his knees and bending over to drag his tongue over the thick black leather sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Or was it a power trip?
“The only boots you’re allowed to lick from now on are those on my feet, understood?”
Rhys nodded but continued his task. He was waiting for further instructions.
“Good. Now strip.”
Chapter Twelve
Sol
Confusion flashed across Rhys’s face. After all, I’d just told him to get dressed.
Rhys unbuckled his belt and slid it through the hoops with a swoosh.
