Page 14 of Quarantined With the Soldier

Chapter Seven

He pushed her shirt up and tossed it aside before stepping forward. Her bra rubbed against his shirt, and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that this wasn’t just sex: this was a power exchange. He was the one in charge here. It was all about him, and she could bend to his will if she was brave enough.

And oh, she wanted to be brave enough.

She might be vanilla, and she might be inexperienced, but she knew enough to know that if she was willing to give him what he was asking for, then he wouldn’t just make it worth her while.

He would make it something she’d never forget.

She reached for the back of her bra to start unbuttoning it, but he reached behind her and grabbed her wrists, holding her hands behind her back. This was it, she realized. This was the start. Immediately, she started to feel hot and excited. She couldn’t move.

She wiggled her arms, trying to escape, but he held her firmly. She looked up at him and saw that he was carefully watching her, gauging whether she could handle this or not.

She could handle it, she knew.

She could be brave.

“Turn around,” he whispered.

He dropped her arms and let her turn, spinning so that her back was to him. The air shifted as he stepped forward, reaching for her. She expected him to go right for the bra. After all, that was what everyone else always did. They tried to get her naked as soon as possible.

He didn’t unhook her bra at first, though.

Instead, he ran his fingers up and down her spine, followed by his tongue. The sensation was unnerving at first, but then she felt goosebumps prickle her body, and she realized he was making her nerves simply spark to life. One by one, they seemed to burn brightly, and she closed her eyes so she could focus on what he was doing.

“The thing people get wrong about kink is that they think it’s all about pain,” he murmured. “That’s not true at all, though.”

“It’s not?”

“Some people like pain. Some people don’t. What matters is having fun, and what matters is surrender.”

“Surrender,” she repeated, nodding. Her mind was starting to feel wild and groggy, though. He reached her pants and started licking the lower part of her back. He didn’t spin her around this time. Instead, he reached around and unbuttoned her jeans. Then he tugged them down. All the while, he stayed behind her, watching her.

“I want you to surrender to me, cupcake. In return, I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before.”

It was a promise: one she wanted to take advantage of.

It was more than a promise, though. It was something their relationship hadn’t had before, but it was something they both desperately wanted and needed.

Before he left, she should have told him how she felt. They’d been close enough, even back then. They’d been younger, though, and scared. They’d been shy and worried about making the right decision, and even if they hadn’t, no one in their right mind would have supported two young kids having a long distance relationship.

Now, though, the timing was perfect.

He rubbed his hands over her panties, and then he tugged them down. They pooled around her ankles, and she started to step out of them, but he swatted her bottom.

“Stay,” he said. “Let me look at you.”

“There?” She whispered, squeaking out the word.

“Yes.”

He rubbed his hands over her bottom, moving them up higher and higher. As he did, she closed her eyes. She was a little embarrassed at first, but then she realized that he was super into this. He liked it. There was no part of her body that was shameful or wrong to him.

And then he spun her around and started licking her pussy.

She was so caught off guard that she jumped back at first, but he tug his hands into her hips and held her in place as he licked her over and over until she found her body coming apart. The orgasm swept over her quickly, surprising her, and she reached for his hair, grabbing him for balance until she was sated.

Then she looked down at him and he grinned, obviously proud of himself.

“Up on the bed, love,” he said.

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