He’d been pulled for a classified assignment and returned this morning. I couldn’t wait to see him. I needed his touch more than air right now, the tightness in my chest unbearable as I walked through the front door. I was struggling with what that meant. Over the last few months, I found myself becoming dependent on Benson. He gave me a sense of safety and belonging I’d never had before. Not even with my own family.
The sound of the water running greeted me as I made my way into the primary bedroom and dropped my bag on the chair next to the bed. I removed my service weapon from my hip and placed it carefully on the nightstand. A shot of adrenaline thrummed in my veins, leaving me breathless when the shower abruptly shut off. Benson opened the door, steam billowing out around him as he caught sight of me. Framed by the door, towel wrapped around his trim waist, water droplets dotted his chiseled torso. He was tall and lean with short brown hair that required little to no maintenance, and his body was in remarkable shape. The man spent hours in the gym working out or sparring when he wasn’t on duty ordidn’t have me pinned beneath him.
The only place I wanted to be right now.
Wherever he’d been, there’d been plenty of sunshine, judging by his tan face and neck. He didn’t say a word, but his blue eyes glittered with anticipation.
“Sorry, the principal’s meeting took longer than expected. I got here as soon as I could,” I said, explaining my tardiness.
It was mostly the truth. I had been delayed by an assignment. I was supposed to be here two hours ago. I’d spent the last hour debating whether to come at all. But the need to be with him outweighed the fear that strangled my heart daily. The fear that this was becoming more than either of us anticipated. The fear of knowing that one day it will all come to an end. His slow gait was predatory and controlled. The way he looked at me had a shiver racing down my spine.
“Strip,” he ordered in a deep, commanding voice.
I obeyed, bending down to unlace my boots, my body tingling with excitement. I removed my black blazer along with my white button-down, holding his intense gaze the entire time. My white camisole went next, revealing my pink lace bra. His eyes flared, pupils dilating, and that familiar sense of empowerment shuddered through me. He might be in charge when we were alone, but I held all the power, and I craved the effect I had on him.
Flicking the button of my pants, I pulled down the zipper slowly and allowed them to pool at my feet, revealing the matching lace thong.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured deep and low, and I preened under his praise. “Come here.”
Stepping out of my pants, I closed the distance between us. My body erupted in goosebumps when he lifted his hand, dragging his forefinger over the swell of my breasts, fingering the lace edge of my bra.
“Do you know how hard I get knowing you wear these pretty things under your uniform for me?”
His blue eyes were fully blown with desire, and his breathing had become a little ragged. He was turned on, and I loved the effect I had on him. I loved watching his precious control unravel, and I reveled in the knowledge I was the reason for it. His impressive cock was barely contained by the terrycloth towel still wrapped around his waist. Dropping his hand, he walked around me. I closed my eyes as he gently removed my hair tie, releasing my ponytail. The ends of my long, brown hair tickled the center of my back. He pushed the locks aside, his mouth on my neck, nipping me hard with his teeth before he soothed the bite with a tender kiss.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice hot and rough against my ear as he curled one hand in my hair, tugging gently, awaiting my answer.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His mouth claimed mine with a wild, desperate need that matched my own.
He slowed the kiss, then whispered hoarsely, “I’ve thought of nothing all day except being inside you.”
My breath hitched at his declaration.
His grip tightens on my hair. “On the bed. Legs spread. Arms above your head,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.
My skin flushed, and I was practically panting as I crawled onto the bed. I loved this side of him, the controlling, dominant side, that took what he wanted. He’d built this trust between us brick by brick, proving time and time again that he owned my body and my mind when it came to my pleasure, my needs. He anticipated every single one. Even those I didn’t know I had.
And that scared the shit out of me.
“Open those legs, baby. Let me see what’s mine.”
I obeyed, spreading my legs slowly, loving his possessive gaze. Removing his towel, he stood at the foot of the bed, those hungry eyes taking in every inch of me. My mouth watered with the need to taste him. To suck him deep and long, to give him the pleasure he so generously gave me.
With a knee to the bed, he lay down on his stomach, settling between my open thighs, his face mere inches from my center. His hot mouth covered my clit through the lace of my panties, and my back arched off the bed.
Benson pressed my hips back down, his low command a delicious threat. “If you keep moving, I’ll have to tie you to the bed.”
A wicked grin curved his perfect mouth as he descended once more, pressing a tender kiss just above my pussy before licking the edge of my panties on both sides. Then he sucked on my clit again. My back arched, and my hands moved to his thick hair to pull him closer.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
He reprimanded me with a slap to my inner thigh.
I cried out, the sting of his strike mixing with the deep-rooted pleasure coursing through my heated blood. I found it funny. As a child, I was told not to lick, bite, slap, or pull hair—yet as an adult, it’s exactly what I craved. There was a time when I was ashamed of my secret desires and needs, but under this man’s command, I was free.
“Both,” he murmured.
