He saw her across the room, a beautiful offering strung between the pillars awaiting a master to bring her the rush of bliss.
That’s when Greg Landess knew no one was going to have his captain but him.
Lani Hollister didn’t have a clue what release was like until Greg claimed her. Calling it magic didn’t come close.
He’d captured more than her body that night, he cradled her heart in his big, wonderful hands.
Their relationship was a secret they kept from the world. Their love a secret they kept from each other. Fraternization between
officer and enlisted, between supervisor and subordinate, are strictly forbidden. Neither expected a call to a murder scene would
jeopardize their affair and make them the enforcers of the very rules they’ve broken.
Lani started awake from a nightmare she couldn’t remember.
Strong arms wrapped around her, and Greg swept his hand over her hip,
scattering her fears.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled. “I’ve got you. Go back to sleep.”
He was dead to the world a nanosecond later. The man could
fall asleep in an instant. She could too, when he was by her side. When he
wasn’t, the nights were long, lonely, and cold.
Lani relaxed against him, treasuring the security of his
body next to hers and his warmth, her own minifurnace. What a treat in the
winter. Come summer, she’d be sweltering next to him and loving every second.
If they made it to summer.
God, what a dangerous game they were playing. No, not a
game. Lani was very serious about him, and that’s what was going to wind up
destroying them both.
She glanced at the bedside alarm -- 4:01. They could get
another hour and a half of sleep before Greg had to slink away. She missed him
already. In the light of day, in public, at work, neither could acknowledge
what they truly were to each other. Regulations forbade every aspect of their
relationship. It was only going to get worse. In light of tonight’s events, or
rather…last night’s, Lani could predict what was going to happen next. She
didn’t want to think about what was going to go down at work in less than four
Greg mumbled something in his sleep and rolled to his back.
The sheet, blanket, and bedspread were bunched at his hips. Lani turned onto
her side to enjoy the view, feeling blessed and cursed at the same time. Lucky
to have him, sad it had to be a secret.
Night light from the wall plug rippled over his chest. His
pecs looked like desert mesas, the puckered nipples remnants of ancient peaks.
Abs resembled rolling valleys, and the dark hair trickling to his navel a shadowed
wash. Lani pressed her lips together to try to hold in a gasp. He did that to
her -- took her breath away. All he had to do was walk into a room. She’d
played hell every time fighting her reaction -- how her body tightened and sang
for his touch.
He knew so much about her. Knew what she needed and when she
needed it, and he thoroughly indulged her body’s demands. It was her heart that
Lani guarded, that and the biggest secret of all -- one even Greg could never
She couldn’t pinpoint the moment things shifted. Somewhere
in the last six months they’d gone from fulfilling a mutual need for bondage
and discipline play into making love. All Lani knew was that Greg held her
heart in his big, wonderful hands. Maybe he had from the start, when fate put
them both at that private, exclusive event hosted by Oliver Holbrook at his
Palm Springs estate. If she lived to be a million years old, Lani would never
forget Greg’s words when he saw her there.
“The woman is mine.”
He’d claimed her, his long legs closing the distance between
them, chamois flogger dragging the floor by his side. He’d worn soft black
pants that rippled over his muscled thighs. The long-sleeved ivory shirt had
been open at the throat, loose. He’d looked like Heathcliff stepping off the
moors. If she hadn’t been spread between the pillars, Lani still wouldn’t have
been able to move. Then he’d reached her side and burrowed his face below her ear,
inhaling her soul.
“No one touches my captain but me,” he’d whispered.
He’d ordered her released and taken to a private area where…
Lani shivered at the memory.
Greg stirred and rolled her way. “Cold?”
She should have felt guilty for waking him but didn’t. “No,
just…remembering our first time together.”
His penis swelled against her stomach, nudging her belly
button. He skimmed his fingers over her ribs and down her spine, then rested
them on the curve of her ass. His breath quickened, but he didn’t say a word.
She knew the memory danced in his head. God, how she’d wanted him fully that not-so-long-ago
night. Well beyond what her body needed from the endorphin bliss. She’d needed him.
Wanted him. A month passed before they crossed that line, a month of release
at the hands of a true master. Lani didn’t have a clue what release was like
until the first time they’d come together outside their roles of Dom and sub.
Calling it magic didn’t come close.
Her nipples hardened. She slid her hand over his tight buttock
and closed the whisper of space between them. Greg kneaded his fingers oh-so-gently
while he ground his cock into her belly.
“I love waking up to you.” He nuzzled her ear and nipped at
her lobe. “Love how you feel in my arms.”
“Mmmm.” Lani arched her neck to his wandering lips.
Electricity scored down her body when he crawled his mouth over the tendon
under her ear.
Somehow she managed to press her palms against his chest.
The barest push urged him to lie back. Greg didn’t hesitate, nor did Lani. She
raked the covers to the foot of the bed with her toes. He cupped her cheek,
then combed his fingers through her long hair. His lips were parted, eyes half-closed
while he waited for her next move.
“You’re mine.” She skidded her hand over his chest, back and
forth between his hard nipples. “Just like I was yours that night. God help the
woman who steps between us.”
Lani meant it too. Though in reality there was nothing
either of them could do about it without giving away the nature of their
relationship and facing career-ending courts-martial as a result.
His hand tensed, but his grip on her head remained light. His
expression lost the dreamy quality. Something had upset him. Her words?
“And while we’re on that subject… What the hell was that
with Jordan last night?”
Her heart alternately ached and cheered at this spark of
jealousy from him. “I have no idea.” It was the truth. She and Jordan were coworkers,
casual friends. His move last night was…disconcerting. “I didn’t like it,” she
admitted. “It threw me off.”
“I was beginning to think I was going to have to throw him
off you.” Lani watched as he clenched his jaw, saw his eyes blaze.
You make me feel like a woman. Your woman.
“Frankly, so was I,” she finished in a whisper, lips poised
over his nipple.
His tension faded. She stole a gasp from him when she traced
a circle around his nipple. Any other man would have tried to shove her head
toward his dick. Not Greg. He was always content to let her play, even if it
meant permanently wrinkling the sheet in a tight-fisted, sweat-drenched grip.
She plucked his nipple between her lips, loving how it
hardened and strained for more. Lani moved to the other one and idly caressed
the line of hair running down his chest, stopping just short of the erection
waiting for her below. Greg released a shuddered breath and dropped his hand to
her hip. His fingers flexed.
“God, you test a man’s control.” His voice was rough, a true
testament to the words he’d spoken.
Lani smiled and licked the muscle cut under his pecs. She
feathered her fingers downward, skirting his penis to tickle his thighs. Greg
spread them, a silent request she couldn’t deny. She moved lower and flashed
her tongue over his smooth sac, loving how he shaved there just for her.
“Ga!” He smacked his palms onto the mattress and wadded the
She slid over him until her shoulders were between his
thighs. Greg lifted his knees, then spread them wide onto the bed. Lani sucked
one testicle into her mouth, tongue laving circles over it. She pressed her
thumbs upward, promising a touch to his erection that she never gave. Greg
writhed beneath her. His soft groans made her juices flow, her clit swell.
Releasing his sac, she ran the flat of her tongue up his penis.
His hold on the sheet faltered. Fingers flailed to grab her,
then fell to her shoulders. He rubbed frantic circles over her skin. Lani
flashed her tongue over the tag of flesh near the crown, blew over the tip, sucked
in the precum gathered there, and wandered downward once more. Greg whimpered.
His sac was harder now, hugging his body. She loved when he got like that, like
he couldn’t wait to empty himself in her. She wrapped her hand around the top
and tugged his testicles gently downward.
“You’re killing me,” he gasped.
“Am I?” She used her tongue to separate his balls, then
sucked the other one into her mouth.
She felt his cock twitch as heat swamped his groin, his body
locked. Lani eased away.
“I want you inside me.” She came to her knees and ran her hands
over her breasts. Greg’s hands replaced hers, molding around her tits until her
nipples were ripe and swollen. God knew her clit was.
She crawled astride his hips and rubbed her pussy over his
erection. Greg grabbed his cock with one hand, raking the tip over her clit
while his other hand tweaked her nipple. Now she was on the brink, so close to
coming, she could taste it. Hands braced on his chest, she rode the oncoming
Greg grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly. “Put it where
you want it, sweetheart.” He rubbed his erection over her slit. They found each
other at the same time and eased together as one.
“Damn…” He ground into her. “I swear I could fuck you a
thousand times and your pussy just keeps getting better and better. So tight.
So hot. So wet.” He thumbed her clit. “Ride me. Make us come, baby.”
Her brain shut down, and her body took over. He moved in
time with her frantic gyrations, each thrust harder and hotter than the one
Lani’s orgasm built, stoked by the relentless drive of his
thumb and cock into her, her clenching vaginal muscles. They climaxed at the
same time, straining into the force, letting the tension rattle their bones and
the blessed release sag their muscles.
Emotion hit her from out of nowhere. A gasp. Her heart
squeezed. A sob. Tears.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Greg hugged her close and rolled her
beneath him, kissing her, caressing her, soothing as only he could. “I’ve got
you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
If only he knew how true that statement was. If only she
could tell him.