The Naughty Soldier’s List (Spice and Seduction)

7. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Colton

I look at Tessa, my eyes trailing over her flushed face, her parted lips.

She's ready for this.

I can see it in the way her chest rises and falls, the way her body is trembling with need. And fuck, I’m ready to give it to her.

I walk over to where the fluffy handcuffs lie discarded on the bed, picking them up, feeling the weight of them in my hand. I glance back at Tessa, catching the way her eyes darken with desire as she watches me.

“You trust me?” I ask, my voice serious as I look toward Tessa.

She nods, her eyes wide as she breathes out. “Yes.”

“Good. If this is what you want, then I’m really going to push you tonight. I’m taking control, just like that list of yours wants.”

I watch as Tessa swallows nervously, her cheeks flushed in a way that makes me want to reach out and cup them. She’s so damn beautiful. So innocent, but willing. It’s the sexiest damn mix I’ve ever seen in a woman.

“If at any point it’s too much, you tell me. Understood?” She nods as I reach out, my fingers gripping her chin as I move in closer, watching her breath catch in her throat. “Safe word. Pick one.”

She hesitates, then breathes out, “Red.”

“Good girl. Remember it. Use it if you need to. I’ll push you, but I won’t break you. Understand?”

She nods again. “Yes, Sir.”

My entire body gives a fucking shiver as a dark smile spreads across my face. She’s such a good girl She’s my good girl.

"Strip," I command, my voice rough with need. "Now."

I don’t have to tell Tessa twice. She’s all in.

This is her fantasy – to give over control, to be ordered and controlled.

I watch her hands trembling slightly as she pulls her sweater over her head, revealing the curves that make my cock twitch in my pants. She undoes her jeans, pushing them down her hips, and I can’t tear my gaze away as she strips down to nothing but her lace panties and bra.

"All of it," I growl, my eyes locked on hers. "Take it all off."

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't hesitate this time, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away and reveal those perfect, full breasts. My mouth waters at the sight of them, the rosy peaks already hard and begging for my mouth.

She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs, and my eyes drop to the soft curls between her thighs, the way her pussy glistens in the low light.

Fuck. She’s so damn perfect.

I take a step toward her, the cuffs dangling from my fingers.

"Turn around," I command.

She turns her back to me, her hands already moving behind her to cross at the wrists. I snap the cuffs around them, making sure they’re secure, not too tight but enough to hold her in place.

"There," I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. "Now you belong to me."

She shivers, a soft whimper slipping from her lips, and I smirk, knowing exactly what that sound means. She loves this. She wants this. And I’m going to give her everything she’s been dreaming of.

I guide her to the bed, pushing her down onto her knees.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart," I demand, running a hand down the curve of her spine, watching as she arches her back, presenting herself to me.

"Good girl," I praise, sliding my hand over the curve of her ass, squeezing the soft flesh in my hand. "You're going to take everything I give you, aren't you?"

"Yes," she breathes.

“Yes, who?”

"Yes, Sir ."

The sound of that word on her lips sends a surge of power through me, and I growl low in my throat, smacking her ass with a sharp crack that makes her cry out.

"That's right."

I smooth my hand over the red mark I've left on her skin. It’s my mark. My possession. She’s mine. But I give her one more just to make sure.

“Oh!”

"Yes… you're my good little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes," she gasps, her hips wiggling in the air, begging for more. "I'm your slut."

I spank her again, harder this time, loving the way her ass jiggles beneath my hand, the way she moans and arches her back, pushing her hips up toward me.

"That's it," I growl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to look at me through the tops of her eyes. "You're mine, Tessa. And I'm going to fucking ruin you."

She whimpers, her eyes wide and filled with lust, and I know she's right there with me, ready to take everything I give her.

My cock pulses against my pants, but he can fucking wait.

I release Tessa’s hair, letting her fall back onto the bed as I move behind her, undoing my pants, freeing my raging hard on.

I stroke myself, watching the way her pussy glistens, the way her body trembles with every breath she takes. She's so fucking ready for me, so wet and needy, and it takes everything in me not to just slam into her and take her right now.

But not yet.

Not until she’s begging for it.

I grab her hips, pulling her back toward me, spreading her legs wider against the soft sheets of my bed. It gives me the perfect view of her soaked pussy, so swollen and dripping already. I run my thumb over her clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make her hips buck, make her gasp and moan.

"Please," she whimpers, her voice a breathy plea. "Please, Sir."

I chuckle, sliding my thumb lower, teasing her entrance, feeling the way she clenches around nothing, desperate for more.

"Please what?" I ask, my voice a low, teasing growl. "Tell me what you want, Tessa."

"I want you," she gasps, her voice trembling. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."

"Is that right?" I chuckle, sliding my thumb back to her clit, pressing down, making her moan. "You want to be fucked, huh? You want me to use you like the little whore you want to be?"

"Yes," she cries, her voice desperate. "Yes, Sir. Please. I need it."

I let my thumb slide over her dripping wet folds, teasing her, but not giving her what she craves. Her hips rock back, seeking more, but I hold her in place, savoring the power I have over her.

She’s completely at my mercy… that’s what she wanted, right?

"Stay still," I command. "You move again, and you won't get my cock. Understand?"

She whimpers, nodding quickly. "Yes, Sir."

"Good."

I lower myself behind her, admiring the way her ass is presented for me. Big, round and plump, it’s perfectly pale and ready for me. Her legs are spread, her pussy glistening and ready to be fucked.

But she’s not getting it yet. Not until I say she’s ready.

I lean in, my breath hot against her core, and I run my tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal. Salty and ever so sweet, I lap it up. She gasps, her body trembling beneath me, but she stays still, just as I ordered.

Good girl.

I devour her pussy, feasting with purpose, savoring the way she moans, the way her body quivers as I push my tongue inside her.

She’s gasping, moaning, her hands clutching at the sheets as I eat her out from behind, taking my time, driving her to the edge of madness. My tongue finds her tight hole, circling it, licking and sucking, and she’s panting now, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpers, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Sir…"

I pull back, her wetness coating my mouth as I trail kisses up her inner thighs, my teeth grazing her skin, marking her as mine. I spread her cheeks, leaning in to flick my tongue over her tight little hole again, feeling her tense up beneath me.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful. Every inch of you, Tessa. Every hole. Every smooth piece of this gorgeous skin. You’re perfect for me."

She moans, her body trembling as I suck on her ass, my tongue teasing the tight ring of muscle, making her whimper and gasp. She’s so close to losing it, I can feel it, and it makes my cock ache, wanting to be inside her, to take her, to claim her completely.

I move back up, giving her ass a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room as her body jolts.

"You like that?" I growl, spanking her again, watching the way her skin turns a delicious shade of red beneath my hand.

"Yes, Sir," she cries out again. "I love it."

"Tell me what you want," I command, leaning over her, my mouth against her ear. "Tell me exactly what you need."

"I want you," she gasps, her voice trembling. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."

"Is that right?" I chuckle, sliding my thumb back to her clit, pressing down, making her moan. "You want to be fucked, huh? You want me to use you like the little whore you want to be?"

"Yes," she cries, her voice desperate. "Yes, Sir. Please. I need it."

"Then beg for it," I demand, giving her another sharp smack on the ass. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Please," she sobs, her voice a desperate, needy whimper. "Please fuck me, Sir. I need it. I need you inside me. Please. I'll be good. I'll be your slut. Just… please…"

The sound of her begging, the sight of her presented for me, ready to be taken.

It pushes me to the brink. I can’t hold back any longer.

It's time to give her exactly what she wants.

"Good girl," I praise, pulling my thumb away, lining myself up at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds.

I slide in slowly, inch by inch, feeling the way her body stretches around me, the way her walls clench and pulse, sucking me in deeper.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, looking down to see my cock disappearing inside her.

She cries out, her body arching beneath me, her pussy clenching around me as I start to move. I’m slow at first, then harder, faster, pounding into her, taking her like I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on her.

I spank her again, my hand cracking against her ass, leaving a red mark in its wake. Her ass is red raw, her skin heating my palms as I grip her ass and pound into her.

She cries out, her body jerking beneath me, but she doesn’t pull away. There is no safe word. It doesn’t exist for Tessa. She wants it. She takes it. Takes everything I give her.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice rough as I fuck her harder, my hips slamming against hers, driving her into the mattress. "Mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to own."

"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, Sir. I'm yours."

I pull out suddenly, grabbing her by the hair and turning her around, pulling her up to her knees. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted as her hands remain locked behind her back.

"Suck," I command, my voice a rough growl.

She opens her mouth, and I thrust my cock into her, groaning as her lips close around me. My head rolls back as she sucks me down, taking me deep, her throat working around me.

"Fuck," I groan, my hands gripping her hair, holding her in place as I fuck her mouth.

I hit the back of her throat with every hungry thrust. I’m a man possessed. Something inside has ignited and I never want to stop.

She gags, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes it, takes me, her eyes locking onto mine as I fuck her face.

I pull out, tilting her chin up, watching the way her eyes are glazed with lust, her lips swollen and red, slick with my wet pre-cum.

"Good girl," I murmur, stroking her cheek. "Now, open wide. You're going to take my cum like the good little slut you are."

Her eyes widen with surprise. Still no safe word. Instead, she does as she's told, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue, waiting for me.

I stroke myself, my hand moving fast and hard, pumping up and down my cock. It doesn’t take long before I'm there. With a growl, I'm spilling into Tessa’s mouth, coating her tongue, her lips, her face with my cum.

She gasps, her eyes closing, and I watch as she swallows. My girl takes everything I give her, as she licks her lips.

"Fuck," I groan, grabbing her, pulling her into a rough, hard kiss.

I taste myself on her lips, on her tongue, feeling the way her body trembles beneath me.

When I finally pull back, she's breathless. Her lips are swollen, and I see the way they curve into a shy, satisfied smile.

"Good girl," I say gently, my hands caressing her flushed cheeks. "You did so well."

She leans into my touch, her eyes closing as she sighs, a soft, contented sound that makes my chest tighten.

I uncuff her, letting the metal clatter to the floor, and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close and holding me tight.

We stay like that for a long moment, just holding each other. I know, without a doubt, that this is where I belong, despite what she’s said about her sister.

I belong with Tessa. Right here.

Always.