AN: I own nothing and I am a sick, sick puppy and I am sorry but if I'm not alone I might be able to run to another chapter. Read and enjoy. All visits, reads and reviews welcomed and appreciated. Be warned…it's just filth!
She was summoned, and as always she complied with obedience. It suited her and when the call came she allowed just the right amount of time to pass before making her way to where she was wanted, perhaps needed.
Gabriel Lorca sat alone in his quarters. She could sense his mood as soon as the door slid open with a gentle hiss, jaw clenched, uniform loosened at the neck, burning blue eyes that barely lifted from his screen to acknowledge her presence. She made herself comfortable, shedding her jacket and boots and lounging back on the sofa, silently observing every motion of the back of his head. It was easy to visualise every scowl and frown he was making without the need to see them, to recognise the tightening of the muscles in his arms and shoulders as he read something that displeased him. She lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, smirking as he angrily wrestled himself free of his jacket. Finally, after she felt he had stewed sufficiently and she became bored with the entertainment on offer, a trace of wickedness flashed in her eyes and she casually made her move. This game had played out so many times before.
He had made no sound other than the muffled grunts of annoyance at his work. Though he was keenly aware of the distraction behind him, he maintained the pretence of disinterest. It served a purpose; it amused him. He caught the reflection of his companion in the screen, chewing at her lip as she slid out of her trousers, creeping across the room in the tautly stretched undershirt, bare legs exposed. He found his tongue straying across his lip, but corrected himself and regained a steely and unmoved look. He liked making her work for it.
"Shitty day?" she breathed softy into his ear, bedding her fingers into his tensed shoulders and winding at the knots. He barely gave a sideways glance, feigning deep concentration.
"We could fuck out all of that frustration and make it better," she purred, tracing her tongue down his neck. He fought not to stir at the feel of hot breath and nipping teeth at his ear. A stifled sigh felt like a victory, but he still did not stir from his task.
Moving around to the edge of the desk, she forced a route into view. Still ignored. Exhaling a carefully scripted, deep, longing sigh, she slowly peeled off her t-shirt, scanning for reaction, but still not enough. She unhooked her bra, sliding one strap off a time; still nothing. Pushing out a mock pout she stretched out her foot to tease at his thigh, then squirmed her way into the tiny gap between the desk and the chair. She hooked her fingers into the band of her underwear teasing its removal, winning a glimmer of attention.
"They're very boring." He finally spoke, eyeing the plain, black, regulation knickers.
"I could have gone back to my quarters and changed, but you hate it when I'm late. Besides, they never stay on long enough for it to matter." She wound her hair around her finger, taking her turn in the game with glee.
At last he relented, pushing back the chair, allowing her to straddle him, hands rigidly dug in to its arms. She leant forward, returning the warmth and softness of her lips to his neck, alternating between wet, teasing licks and sharp pinches. The warmth of his body radiated underneath her, even the smallest hint of response pushing her harder to demand his full attention. Even now he pretended to view his work over her shoulder. She ground against him, rocking a slow aching rhythm, arching her back, demanding to be noticed. His hands lifted from their position and hovered dangerously behind the curve of her bottom. Fuelled to work harder, she gained purchase on his shoulders and upped the pace, letting out soft moans into his mouth, pleading to be kissed.
The sharp rise of arousal pressing between her thighs betrayed him, teased out of him by her now relentless rutting on his lap. Hands raked into her hair to drag her lips to his, claiming her mouth as she still ground out her need, all too aware of the urgent throb between her legs and the wet heat soaking through her underwear. As if he could hear her thoughts he pushed her back, her hips still instinctively writhing while he held himself still with every ounce of restraint he could muster. A teasing finger stroked her through her underwear and she cried out in lust.
"Desperate bitch," he growled.
She could only pant, open mouthed as his fingers slid into her soaked knickers, roughly forcing their way inside her, only to withdraw quickly. Lorca gave a wicked laugh as she willingly took his glistening fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking, as he watched her intently.
"I bet you'd fucking beg," he said, hands planting her down and stilling her wriggling body.
She nodded, eyes fixed on his, barely able to gasp a hoarse yes.
"On your knees." She complied without hesitation, helping him yank down his trousers and underwear in a single tug. He took a firm grip on his hard cock and she watched as he stroked himself.
"Mouth." He commanded.
She knew what he wanted, head down eyes up, slow gentle licks up the length of the shaft, soft flicks across the head, until his patience wore thin and he forced himself deep into the back of her throat, hips thrusting as he fucked her mouth until her watering eyes told him to stop and he released his grip allowing her to return to her own pace.
"Good girl." He brushed her cheek gently. "Up," He ordered, hooking his hands under her arms to help pull her upright. He raised himself to his feet, trying to hide any unsteadiness and maintain the illusion of casual disinterest. He pulled her close, dusting unexpected soft kisses on her forehead and lips.
"Bend over for me. I want to see your ass." His voice rumbled in her ear.
Instant compliance. He inhaled and ran his hands down her back, up the insides of her thighs, making her tingle and sigh, before he forcefully dragged her knickers to her ankles and tapped her thigh as a silent instruction to kick them away.
"What do you want?
She knew too well, knew all of the words he wanted to hear, when to say them and when to misbehave.
"I want you to fuck me."
A hard slap hit her bottom and she bit down on her wrist to silence her whimper.
"I want you to fuck me hard."
A pause, then another harder slap.
"What do you say?"
She looked back at him over her shoulder. "Please," she offered, "fuck me, please."
"Better," he said brushing his hand softly across her reddened cheeks, soothing the burning heat. She felt the tip of his cock brush over her arse. A tap on the inside of her thigh instructed her to part her legs further and he pressed himself between them. An uncontrolled deep moan forced its way out. Slap.
"No one said you could make noise. Now where should I put this?" he asked stroking himself against her.
"There," she rasped.
"Tell me where sweetheart, you know what I want to hear," he coaxed.
"In my…cunt," she whispered.
"Louder." His voice insistent.
"In my hot, tight cunt. It's so wet for you. Please fuck me, please." Her pleas were real now, urgent and needy.
"Dirty girl, but remember this," he said fingers finding her heat again, "is mine. Who does you cunt belong to?"
"You, Gabriel. It's yours." He liked to hear his name, he was Sir all day, spoken to with respectful platitudes. It was rare to be addressed by his first name.
He firmly held her hip and guided himself inside her, feeling her grip and tighten around him. Restraint fell away quickly, as he sunk into her willing body, gritting his teeth and taking her hard and deep, matching his strokes to eager bucking hips that urgently sought release. Unable to resist she slide her hand down to speed up the climax she ached for, letting out a whimper of satisfaction. He allowed it for a moment, before striking his the flat of his palm in rapid succession against her already sore arse.
"You want it so badly, needy slut," he said snatching her hand away.
Now both hands were pinned to the desk at the wrist, restrained firmly but painlessly, pausing only to enjoy his possession, before returning to his relentless pace. Her knees started to buckle.
"You can come for me now," he rasped, releasing her wrist and replacing her fingers circling at her clit with his own. Breath hitched, until the oxygen was almost squeezed from her lungs, thighs quivering she came at his demand.
"Gabriel," she cried out his name, followed quickly by the raised pitch of his final groan as he came inside her with a sharp jerk.
They remained still, heartbeats slowing, coming down from a high, until he gently pulled away. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her to hold her to his chest, kissing her with a softness that might have seemed out of place, tracing his tongue across hers until she slipped away.
"All better?"
He shrugged.
She was quick to start gathering her clothes, despite her Captain's attempts to distract her, to lure her in for more.
"Going somewhere?"
"It's my night off and it's party night. I'm going to get drunk, dance, flirt with boys. I might even find one who wants to go down. "
Though it paused for a brief second, the game was back on. The brief taste of jealousy hit the back of his throat and he pressed it back down.
"Then don't shower, I want you to taste of me."
She smiled, now fully dressed again. He too had replaced his clothes and she was making her way to the door. As always, he stuck his head out to check her exit would be unseen. There was no one there, but he ushered her back anyway to steal a final kiss.
"Be good," he said patting her still tender bottom. He half meant it.
"You like me better when I'm bad," her parting shot over her shoulder as she made her way down the corridor.
The doors closed. Gabriel was alone.