"Alright, a few more days and I'll be able to take those stitches out. As for now, you're in the clear, physical exertion is a go." Dr. Allen said grinning.

"His appetite is still gone," Steve informed her.

"That may take months to come back but exercise might be what he needs for that." She explained.

He nodded giving me a concerned look. I smiled and thanked the doctor before we left. She called to us to come back in four days to remove the stitches and Steve assured her that we would. The ride home was quiet. We'd sat in silence a lot recently, but it was comfortable. There wasn't a need to say a lot recently, but it was comfortable. There wasn't a need to say a lot just to fill the quiet void. we were both content with just enjoying each other. I liked when we were quiet, it gave me time to really look him over and notice all kinds of things. Like the way, his jaw flexed when he was deep in thought, or the way his hands slid smoothly over the wheel while turning, the way his eyes occasionally darted my way before concentrating on the road again. I smirked smelling his arousal getting stronger the closer we got to home. All of these things made me more sure than before that I was falling hard for the soldier, without his knowledge or my control.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said, knowing that answer always bothered him even if he'd never tell me that.

"Come on, you don't get that look on your face for nothing."He said.

"If you're good then you'll find out when we get home." I teased.

"Or I could just punish you for with holding information." He smirked.

I pouted," That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, I think you're becoming a bit spoiled." He said contemplatively.

"You're an ass," I muttered.

"That's two." He said.

"Two what?" I questioned as we pulled into the driveway.

"Nothing." He smirked.

I sighed, rolling my eyes and got out of the car. We walked inside and he told me to go to our room and wait on him, on the bed, naked. I obeyed going to out room and stripping down to wait. I sighed content, laying on my stomach in the center of the bed. A few minutes later the door opened and Steve muttered a "Perfect" as he walked over to me.

"Are you ready to start?" He whispered in my ear.

I nodded feeling almost nervous.

"What's your safe word?" He questioned.

"Shield." I murmured.

"Good boy, now relax for me, I'm going to blind fold you and tie your hands to the head board." He informed me as he wrapped silk around my eyes, tying it just tight enough.

I shivered with anticipation as he leaned over and then readjusted himself over me. I felt the tip of a rope brush my bare shoulders causing me to shiver again and gasp. He gently grabbed one of my wrists and bound it with a soft rope. He then took the other one and tied it to the first, leaning over me I could feel his naked torso brush my back and the zipper of his jeans scratch a little. He tugged my hands up securing them above my head. Once he backed up I gave a test tug, if I really needed to escape I could. He pushed my thighs apart one hand running up and down my thighs.

"you've been such a good boy." He praised. "Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes, sir," I said quietly.

He pushed two very wet and very cold fingers into me. I hissed at the sensation. Steve gave a low chuckle pulling his fingers out before pushing them back in. I moaned and wiggled my hips. He grunted and slapped one cheek hard enough to leave a mark.

"Be still." He bit out.

"Yes, sir," I said whimpering a bit.

He continued to pull his fingers all the way out before thrusting them back in roughly for a few minutes, then his free hand left my skin and I heard a sound that caused my body to tense.

"Relax, I won't hurt you." He tried to reassure me but I couldn't force myself to relax.

I whimpered again but this one was higher pitched and let Steve know that I was uncomfortable.

"Do you trust me?" He questioned.

"With my life, sir," I whispered.

"Then trust that I won't hurt you. What's your safe word?" He asked.

"Shield," I said taking a deep breath and getting my muscles to relax some.

"Good boy." He praised and started thrusting his fingers again.

I yelped as something cold and wet touched my upper spine and started trailing downward. It took me way too long to realize it was an ice cube. As it touched the tip of my tail bone Steve moved it and leaned forward to run his hot tongue up my spine. I moaned at the mixed sensations. He removed his fingers and adjusted me so my chest was against the bed and my ass was in the air. He replaced his ice cold fingers and wrapped his mouth around my shaft bobbing his head in time with his hand's thrusts. I screamed out in ecstasy and pulled at the rope restraining my arms. I was so close it almost hurt when Steve pulled away from me.

"Captain, please," I whined.

"No can do, you need to wait. I have too much planned to have you cum too soon." He denied me.

I gave a high throaty whine as I felt him slip a slightly too small ring over the shaft and settle it at the base. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortable. He placed a light kiss on my lower back reaching around to gently toy with my nipples. His mouth moved lower until I felt the flat of his tongue press against my entrance. My face heated up with embarrassment as he gave me four or five long licks before he pressed his tongue into me. It was strange and new but so was everything else he was doing but nothing had felt bad. This just felt dirty, like I should be disgusted but I wasn't. It was an act that I'd never considered but was glad it was happening, the warm, wet muscle inside of me felt great.

He pulled away replacing his tongue with his fingers. He leaned over me forcing my head to the side, fingers gripping my jaw firmly and kissed me. I could taste myself on him and the flavor was light, almost non-existent as his tongue moved against mine. I moaned into the kiss when he repositioned his fingers and gave a few more thrusts before stopping and holding his fingers still. I whined but kept my hips still not wanting another swat.

"Ride my fingers, Jay." He demanded firmly.

My body responded automatically and my hips began moving on his fingers, slowly at first before picking up speed and force. I didn't take long before a familiar feeling began to build in my lower stomach. I forced my hips to stop moving, however, they did spasm a few times begging for release.

"Keep going, I want you to reach orgasm before we continue." He told me.

"I can't," I whined.

"Yes, you can. Just keep moving." He commanded.

I nodded not really believing him but continued to move my hips, thrusting myself down on his fingers. The pressure continued to build until finally it was released. My muscles tightened around his fingers and my body jerked with the pleasure, there was, however, something unsatisfying about an orgasm without ejaculation.

"Good boy, what do you say?" Steve's voice pulled me back down.

"Thank you, sir." My voice was choked and broken.

He pulled his fingers out and I heard him unzip his pants and fabric move. He then settled between my thighs and pushed into me roughly. I cried out as he immediately started thrusting into that over-sensitive spot that caused me to see stars. It only took a few minutes before I was shaking with pleasure after a second orgasm.

"Good boy." He praised leaning over me.

He untied my hands and turned me over, his own hands never left my body. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into my wrists, they were surprisingly tender and sore and a bit slick with sweat. The next thing that came off was the cock ring, I was honestly surprised to realize I was still hard. The last thing that came off was the blind fold. It took a long moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. When they did finally adjust the first thing I saw was Steve's soft blue eyes looking over my face.

"You good? Are you ready to continue?" He asked in no hurry.

"Yes, sir." I murmured feeling high.

Steve nodded and slowly began thrusting into my body. He hoisted me up so I was sitting on him with my arms around his neck. I bit my lip wanting nothing more than to lock my lips with his.

"Captain?" I asked grinding my hips, matching his slow gentle thrusts.

"Yes, Jay?" He asked.

"May I kiss you?" I questioned shyly.

"You may." He said giving me permission.

I leaned down my mouth meeting his in a deep kiss as our bodies rocked together. This went on for about an hour before I felt that familiar feeling building up. All it took was a command for me to have the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. My cum marked our chests and our necks while Steve emptied himself deep inside of me.

"I love you." He said out of breath, foreheads pressed together.

"I..." I hesitated. " I care about you too."

He lifted me off of him laying me back on the bed, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips before getting up. He returned shortly with a warm wet cloth to clean us up. I was asleep before he was done.

I woke up blinking slowly as the sun hit my tired eyes. Steve pressed a kiss to my naked shoulder pulling me closer to his warm body.

"Was it worth the torture?" He asked, voice slurred and sleep laden.

"Completely," I admitted.

My throat felt raw and my back ached but the thing that concerned me was the itchy burn that surrounded my wrists. I looked over the roped burned arms. They hadn't been sweaty, they'd been bleeding. I'd been pulling at the ropes so hard that they had cut into the skin lightly.

"We should clean those a bit better. I wiped them clean last night but some rubbing alcohol wouldn't hurt." Steve said eying my wrists. "No more rope."

"What? No, please." I asked whipping around to look at him.

"Jay your wrists look bad, my objective isn't to make you bleed." He looked at my pleading eyes. " But if you really like being restrained then we can find something else."

"Really?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course. I honestly didn't think you'd like it so much." He explained.

"Neither did I," I told him.