summary: the first night after getting married is always special
tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, body worship, sweet lovemaking, fluff
wc: 1.2k
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You let out a fit of giggles, watching your new husband press his face into your thigh, clamping his teeth around your lacy white garter before ripping it off your body, his large hands holding your legs apart.
He gazes up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief before he drops the garter from the clutches of his mouth, letting it fall to the floor as he yanks your legs over his shoulders, burying his nose into your pubic mound.
With a low growl of desire, John's rough yet warm palms slide up the length of your thighs, his thumbs gently teasing your sensitive skin. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and admiration. He whispers huskily, his voice dripping with desire, "Never imagined this is how I'd spend my nights. Never imagined I'd be lucky enough to call you mine." Before you can respond, his lips press against your center, his tongue tracing a path of fire as he tastes every inch of you hungrily.
John's gaze locks onto yours, his blue eyes piercing through the dimly lit room. He leans closer, his hot breath tickling your skin as his lips part in a sensuous smile. He slowly trails kisses upwards, along your thighs, leaving a path of warmth in his wake. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulls you closer, deepening the connection between the two of you. His tongue swirls around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch.
The sound of your moans fuels his desire, driving him to please you further. He moves his lips down, delving deeper into your wetness, his tongue exploring every fold and curve.
Raising his head for a brief moment, John flashes a cocky grin, his cheeks flushed with desire. "You taste so bloody perfect," he murmurs against your skin, his voice gruff with need. He gently nibbles on your thigh, sending a shiver through your body.
John's fingers slide lower, teasing your entrance, testing your readiness. He smirks as you squirm beneath his touch, a thrill coursing through him. "You like that, love?" His eyes twinkle with a playful challenge as he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue. The salty tang of sweat mixes with the sweetness of your arousal, an intoxicating cocktail that makes his heart race.
He slides two fingers inside you, curling them expertly while continuing his assault on your clit. The rhythm is relentless, matching the tempo of his racing pulse.
John's eyes never leave yours as he works his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit in tandem with the movements of his tongue.
He savors the feeling of your body tensing underneath him, the way your muscles contract around his fingers. His desire grows stronger, his erection straining against his trousers. He wants nothing more than to be inside you, but first, he needs to see you fall apart in his arms. John increases the pressure, his tongue flicking rapidly against your sensitive nerves.
"Come on,” he breathes your name. “Let go," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. He feels you getting closer, your moans turning desperate, your hips bucking against his mouth. John's fingers curl deeper inside you, his movements becoming more urgent. The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure, each gasp and moan spurring him on. He feels his release building, mirroring the storm brewing within you.
Finally, with a keening cry, you shatter beneath him, your body convulsing in ecstasy. John drinks in your pleasure, his release held at bay by sheer force of will. As your tremors subside, he slowly withdraws his fingers, planting a final kiss on your damp skin before rising to his feet.
With a satisfied sigh, John moves up your body, trailing kisses along your stomach, chest, and neck. He cradles your head in one hand, supporting it gently as he looms over you.
He reaches down with his other hand and unbuttons his trousers, freeing himself. John's erection springs forth, hard and insistent. He positions himself at your entrance, savoring the heat radiating from your core. Leaning in, he brushes his lips against yours, tasting yourself in your mouth.
With a fervent hunger, John's lips capture yours in a deep kiss, his tongue dancing against yours as he aligns himself with your entrance. His fingers flex against your hipbones as he pushes inside, filling you. He groans into your mouth, the sensation of you tightening around him sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
John breaks the kiss, his gaze never leaving yours as he begins to thrust. Each movement is deliberate and decisive, mirroring the intensity of his feelings. He wants to claim you and mark you as his own. The headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall, echoing the primal beat of their lovemaking. As John drives deeper into you, he lets out a low moan, his eyes narrowing with pleasure. His pace quickens, each thrust more brutal than the last.
John's grip tightens on your hips as he feels your body respond to his, the heat building between you two unbearable. His heart pounds in his chest, the adrenaline of the moment taking over. He leans down, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a dance as old as time itself. As he moves inside you, John's thoughts become primal—each stroke a testament to his desire, each gasp from you a reward for a job well done.
He can't help but think back to all the times he's been close to death, all the moments he thought would be his last, and how they pale in comparison to this. With a growl, John breaks the kiss and whispers in your ear, "I love you." He nips at your earlobe, groaning your name into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
He rolls his hips, changing the angle slightly, and you cry out in pleasure. The sound goes straight to his core, pushing him closer to the edge. John's movements become erratic, his breathing ragged. He lifts his head, eyes blazing into yours, and says, "Come for me, love." As if on command, your body tightens around him, and your orgasm crashes over you both. John follows suit, his release powerful and intense. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he rides out the waves of pleasure.
When it finally subsides, John rolls off you, pulling you close to his side. He softly kisses your forehead, his hand idly stroking your arm as he catches his breath. His heart rate slows, and he feels a sense of peace he hasn't known in years.
In the aftermath of passion, John’s body cools down, his breathing evening out as he holds you close. He gazes at you with a tender smile, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your bare shoulder.
Leaning in, John nuzzles your neck, planting feather-light kisses along your collarbone. "My wife," he murmurs, his voice still rough with desire. His eyes roam over your flushed features, taking in every detail of your beauty. "You're mine,"
summary: hubby works too long and too hard he deserves some lovin’ for taking such good care of you
tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), praise, fluff, dom!john, sub!reader
wc: 1k
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“That’s it, sweet girl…nice and easy,” John purred from above you, one hand pressing behind your head as he eased his cock further down your throat. His blue eyes squinted in pleasure, his lips pressing together as he groaned, tilting his head to the side as he watched you struggle to swallow him.
Your fingers sunk into the clothed skin of his thighs, your mouth stretching wide to accommodate his thick length until your jaw began to ache and tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to slip down your cheeks as you fought to keep them open.
He let out a low, satisfied grunt at your efforts, the sound vibrating through his body and making his muscles tense under your fingers.
Appreciating your dedication despite the apparent discomfort with a slight twinge of concern for your well-being, John tightened his grip on your head, guiding your movements with a gentle but firm rhythm.
"Good job," he praised huskily, moaning your name as he watched your tears fall silently onto his thighs. "Just take your time; I'm not going anywhere." His other hand gently brushed away a stray strand of hair that clung to the side of your face, his thumb lingering to trace the line of your jaw before he returned it to his side, allowing you to focus on pleasuring him without distraction.
"Mmm," he approvingly hummed as you followed his lead, his hips rolling slightly in sync with your bobbing head. The salty taste of him filled your mouth, and the intimate sight of you serving him served to heighten his arousal.
Despite the urgency building in his core, John forced himself to remain patient and controlled, taking shallow breaths to maintain composure. His heart rate sped up, each pulse echoing in his ears as he watched your lips slide up and down his length, reddened by your efforts. He tightened his abs, fighting the instinctual need to thrust deeper and take control, reminding himself to let you set the pace.
"Just like that," he encouraged, his voice strained yet steady. His hand continued its gentle massage of your scalp, his fingers tangling in your hair as you worked diligently on his cock. His breathing grew heavier, matching the tempo of your movements. He leaned back against the wall, allowing himself to fully enjoy the sensation of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him.
His eyes never left your face, watching your expression morph from determination to pleasure and back again. The sounds of your muffled moans filled the room, causing his arousal to spike further.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked gruffly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His grip on your head tightened ever so slightly, urging you to take him deeper. The muscles in his thighs twitched as he fought the urge to buck his hips forward, wanting to savor the sensation of you pleasuring him without overwhelming you. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort of maintaining control.
"You're doing so well," he praised, his voice laced with raw emotion. "Fuck," John muttered, his eyes momentarily closing as he fought against the pleasure building inside him. The wet, warm sensation of your mouth was almost too much to handle, but he couldn't deny how incredible it felt to have you willingly submit to him in this way.
His breath hitched as you took him deeper than before, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each determined stroke. The combination of your saliva and his precum made for an erotic slickness that only heightened the experience. He opened his eyes, meeting your watery gaze, and gave a curt nod of approval.
"That's right," he growled softly, "take it all." He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a familiar warmth spreading throughout his body as he neared climax. His grip on your head became firmer, his fingers massaging your scalp more urgently.
Price's hips started to move in shallow thrusts, guiding your head as you continued to suck him off. He couldn't remember the last time someone had taken such good care of him, which made him feel humbled and empowered. With each stroke, his movements grew more insistent, his breathing becoming ragged.
He called your name, his voice straining with restraint, "I'm getting close." He wanted you to be prepared for his release, to know that you had brought him to the edge and pushed him over.
His entire body tensed, muscles coiled like a spring about to snap, as he tried to hold off just a little longer to draw out the exquisite sensations. But it was no use; the dam broke, and with a final, guttural groan, he came hard in your mouth, filling it with hot, thick ropes of semen. John watched your reaction closely, seeing the slight surprise in your eyes before they fluttered closed, and you swallowed every drop, milking him for all he was worth.
As his orgasm subsided, he released his grip on your head, allowing you to pull back slowly, gasping for air as you did so. He smiled. Once you finished, John Price's chest rapidly rose and fell as he regained his breath, his eyes still locked onto yours. He cupped your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before pulling you up to stand before him.
He took a deep breath, savoring the aftermath of pleasure that still coursed through his veins. His gaze softened as he looked at you, thumb lingering on your cheek before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. "Thank you," he murmured with genuine gratitude in his voice.
The moment's intensity lingered in the air, and he could see the lingering mix of emotions on your face. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he held you in a protective embrace.
“Pretty girl,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, his lips stretching into a grin as you turned your head to capture them in yours. “Should I return the favor?”
summary: the hubby misses you
tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, masturbation (m!recieving), longing, yearning, captain peepaw’s tasty loins, yummm, author does not attempt at accents
wc: 618
a/n: i kept this one short sorry i was pretty busy today because my washing machine was broken lol
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John stood beneath the steaming spray of the shower, feeling the hot water soak into his skin and muscles, easing the tension from his body. He let out a deep, involuntary groan as the cascading water massaged his back, his hands dragging down his face as the warm droplets dripped from his hair and over his closed eyes.
He slid his hand down his stomach, leaning his head backward as his mind conjured images of you: sprawled out on his bed, deep moans of his name slipping past your pretty parted lips, eyebrows furrowed until the crease between them deepened. He fantasized about your pretty eyes gazing up at him, nails digging deep into his back as you arched your chest, pushing your perfect tits into his awaiting mouth.
He let out a deep grunt as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, beginning in slow strokes as he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to travel back in time just before he left, pounding your pliant body into your bed until tears were slipping down your flushed cheeks, sobbing his name as you came, clenching around his cock like a vice refusing to let go.
John rubbed over his bulbous tip, his hips bucking into his hand, pretending you were bent before him, ass spread, and waiting for him to sink his undeserving prick into your wet and greedy hole.
He called out your name in hushed whispers, trying to keep his voice low as he pleasured himself at the thought of you. It's only been one week, and he could feel the longing begin to settle deep in his bones. He wished he could be with you, holding you in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
He spread his thighs, placing his hand on the wall in front of him, leaning forward as his movements picked up in pace, pretending his fist was your sweet cunt enveloping him in your velvety walls, your pussy so wet it was running down your thighs and onto the floor.
As the images painted vividly behind his eyelids, his moans increased in volume, and he called out your name in desperation. He was so close. His top teeth sink into his bottom lip, and his sensitive skin reddens under the pressure.
“Please…” he moaned as if you were around to hear, but in his mind, you were. In his mind, it was your hand instead of his, taking his cock in your soft and smaller hands, no calluses, just gentle deft fingers moving up and down along his shaft, collecting his pre as you sank to your knees, darting your pink little tongue to taste.
“Fuck!” He barked, his wrist twisting even faster as he worked himself to completion, thick ropes of white shooting out from his tip. Some of it landed on the wall, oozing downwards towards the floor before sinking into the drain. But he pictured he was fucking it down into your willing throat like a good girl.
John didn’t want to open his eyes, to face the reality that you were not really there, so he kept his eyes closed, pretending you were still there. You helped him ride out his high like you always do while kissing along his neck and chest, telling him how much you loved him.
“I love you too,” he whispered back into an empty room, his hand eventually slowing into a stop as the last of his cum escaped from his tip. He reopened his eyes, staring down at his hand still wrapped around his cock; he couldn’t help but heave in disappointment even though he already knew you weren’t there.
summary: you’ve been bratty and john know the best form of punishment
tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, p in v, thigh riding, cock warming, spanking, degradation, punishment, brattamer!john, bratty!reader, sub!reader, dom!john
wc: 1k
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“Sit still.” John’s harsh voice silenced you into complacency before his hand swung through the air, smacking against your skin as your whimper rang out throughout the room.
“M’sorry!” You whined, gripping the fabric of his shirt in your hands as you gazed up at him, hoping to gain his attention. And yet his eyes remained focused in front of him, his fingers working against the keyboard, his arms bracketing you in his lap. Your hips shifted slightly, the head of his cock pressing up against your G-spot, causing you to let out another moan. You buried your nose in his chest, hoping to muffle your noises.
"Quiet down," John muttered, his stern expression belying the slight twitch of his lips as he tried to suppress a grin at your whimpering.
"Remember your place, pet." He said firmly, squeezing your thigh lightly with his free hand. The tone in his voice was a mix of discipline and playfulness, a reminder that you were here because of your earlier behavior. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through you at his words. He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling your ear as he continued typing away.
"And if you want to be of any use to me, you'll keep still and do exactly as I say." He added, his thumb tracing circles over your inner thigh. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you bit your lip to hold back another moan.
You looked up at him through your lashes, noticing the subtle tension in his jaw. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on the computer screen.
It was clear that even though he was punishing you, he was fully committed to his work. That dedication only made you want to serve him better, to be the good girl he needed. You nodded obediently and held your breath, doing your best to remain still. But it was difficult, with every keystroke causing his cock to brush against your sensitive walls. John didn't miss your reaction, a small smile playing on his lips as he glanced down at you.
"That's better," he murmured approvingly before returning his attention to the screen. "Good girl." He rumbled, feeling your warmth envelop him fully now. He continued typing away at the computer, the screen casting an eerie blue glow upon his face. Inwardly, he was fighting off the urge to thrust into you, to claim you right there and then. The way you squirmed under his gaze only made resisting harder, but he knew this was a lesson you needed to learn.
"Feels good? Hm?" He asked, his tone even but the edge of desire evident. He knew how sensitive you were, how quickly you could come undone if he pushed harder. He wanted to hear your sweet moans of pleasure, to see you lose control in his arms. But more importantly, he wanted you to understand that your actions had consequences. That even in moments of play, there was always an underlying layer of discipline. His thumb continued its teasing circles, moving higher up your thigh until it grazed your clit, causing you to jump slightly. He smirked at your reaction, enjoying the power he held over you. "Focus, pet." He ordered, his fingers tightening around the mouse.
"Just a little longer." He reassured you, his voice low and steady, as he felt you tremble in his lap. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to give in to his desires and thrust deeper into your warmth. He could sense your frustration building, the way you bit your lip and squeezed your thighs around him, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. He knew that part of this punishment was the denial, the anticipation that came with it. But another part of him wanted to reward your obedience and stay still as he told you.
As his fingers continued working on the keyboard, he couldn't help but steal glances at your flushed face, your eyes squeezed shut, and the way your breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath you took. His resolve weakened, and his need to claim you grew stronger with every passing second.
After some time, he let out a long breath, sitting back in his seat before turning his full attention to you. He lifted your chin gently, forcing you to look at him. "You've been very patient, haven't you?" he asked, his thumb now rubbing small circles on your clit, teasing you mercilessly. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his, and he saw the raw need reflected in their depths. "Answer me," I demanded, increasing the pressure slightly.
"Yes, sir." You breathed out, your voice barely audible.
"Good girl." He praised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He knew you needed release and was happy to give it to you. But first, he wanted to hear you beg for it. He pulled back and met your gaze again.
"Ask me nicely, pet. Beg me to make you cum.” He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he waited for your plea. His fingers continued their gentle assault on your clit, the pace unchanged, drawing out your anticipation.
His cock throbbed with each passing second, eager to buck into your tight warmth. But this was about teaching you a lesson and reinforcing your dynamic.
Your cheeks flushed even deeper, and your eyes widened as you realized what he wanted. You hesitated momentarily, then finally whispered, "Please, sir. Make me cum." Your voice was so soft that he almost didn't hear it, but the desperation was evident. That was all he needed. With a satisfied grunt, he shifted his hips, burying himself fully inside you. He started moving slowly, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him.
Your moans grew louder as he picked up speed, each thrust more brutal than the last. "That's it. You Take it." he growled, his grip tightening on your hips. His release was building, fueled by your desperate pleas and the tightening of your muscles around him.
"You're mine." he reminded you, thrusting deeper. He felt you shudder in his arms as you reached your climax, your body tensing and then releasing in waves of pleasure. As your orgasm subsided, he allowed himself to let go, filling you up with his seed. You both sat there momentarily, catching your breaths before he gently pulled out of you and tucking himself away. "Remember this next time you decide to be bratty, pet."
summary: john takes care of you afterwards
tags/trigger warnings: 18+, aftercare, fluff, sweet sex, p in v, bubble baths, massages, praise, did i say fluff?
wc: 817
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With your cheek squished into the pillow below you, your back arched like a cat, chest pressed into the mattress as you lifted your hips high into the air, wiggling your ass your good measure as John pounded into you from above with deep grunts escaping from his lips.
You moaned out, smiling to yourself as you did. You bit your lip, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you neared your release.
A low growl emitted from his throat, feeling the heat of your body, the tightness of your core enveloping him as your movements became erratic underneath him. John Price's muscles tensed, his grip on your hips becoming firmer, fingers digging in slightly as he watched your expressions.
"Come for me, love," he grunted, pushing himself deeper, relishing the sensations coursing through him. As you reached your climax, your walls contracted around him, Price closed his eyes, feeling the intensity build-up, and followed suit moments later, letting out a guttural moan.
Afterward, as your breathing slowed and your body relaxed beneath him, John pulled out carefully and collapsed beside you. He ran his thumb along the curve of your waist, feeling the slight tremble in your body as you came down from your high. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned over and gently kissed your shoulder.
“I love you,” he murmured, his voice a husky rumble in the quiet room. He didn’t need to say more. Instead, John rose from the bed, his muscles protesting slightly from the exertion. He moved purposefully towards the en-suite bathroom, turning the taps on to draw a warm bath. While the tub filled, he grabbed a bottle of your favorite lavender-scented bath oil from the cabinet and poured a generous amount under the running water, watching the steam rise and carry the calming fragrance throughout the space.
“Care for a soak?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at you with a roguish grin. He wanted to ensure you were well cared for after their intense encounter. Once you agreed, John slipped into his robe and picked up his phone to order some food from your favorite local spot—something spicy and rich, knowing it would hit the spot after a day of action and stress.
With a nod, John walked back into the room, his bare feet padding on the plush carpet. He helped you to your feet, his strong hands steadying you as you stepped into the warm water. He watched you sink into the tub with a sigh of contentment. The water lapped at your chest, and he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss your forehead tenderly.
"Stay put," he instructed, his tone gentle yet firm. "I'll be right back." A few minutes later, he returned with a steaming cup of chamomile tea and a plate of warm scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam—your favorite. Setting the treats on the bathroom counter, he climbed into the tub behind you, pulling your back against his chest.
The warmth of the water and the sweet scent of lavender enveloped you both as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He could feel you relax further into his embrace, your head resting against his shoulder as you sipped your tea.
"Better?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. After you finished your snack, he massaged your shoulders, working his thumbs in slow circles across the taut muscles. He could feel the tension melting away under his touch, replaced by a contented sigh.
As you grew sleepy, John picked up a washcloth and gently cleaned your body, paying particular attention to every curve and line. Afterward, he helped you out of the tub and wrapped you in a fluffy towel before carrying you back to bed. Carefully setting you down on the soft mattress, John couldn't help but admire the sight of your damp skin glistening in the room's dim light. He felt a surge of tenderness wash over him, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened exterior he usually wore.
As he climbed into bed beside you, he reached over to turn off the lamp, enveloping the room in darkness. He pulled the covers up to your chin and drew you close, feeling the rhythm of your breathing sync with his own. With a sigh, he brushed a strand of wet hair from your face, his calloused fingers lingering on your cheek.
"Rest now," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to the silence. It wasn't long before your breathing deepened, and he knew you were fast asleep. He smiled softly, relishing the feeling of your warmth against him. John tightened his arm around your middle, burying his nose in your hair and breathing deep, allowing your scent to consume his senses. He slowly allowed himself to succumb to his exhaustion, promising himself that no matter what, he’ll always be there to take care of you.
summary: sometimes when john comes home he has a hard time coming out of his ‘captain’ mindset
tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, p in v, fingering, oral sex (m!receiving), degradation, praise, rough sex, dom!john, sub!reader, slight cunnilingus, possessive!john
wc: 3k
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As you slowly lifted the lid from your pot, a plume of steam rose gracefully into the air, catching the warm glow of the soft yellow light above the stove. The rich aroma of simmering meat mingled with an enticing blend of spices, enveloping your senses and drawing you closer to the bubbling mixture below. You paused momentarily, allowing the delicious scent to wash over you before turning off the heat.
“John?” you called out, your voice echoing softly in the quiet house. You paused, straining to hear any sign of him, but the stillness remained unbroken. After a moment, you called his name again, slightly louder this time. Realizing he might not have heard you or perhaps was busy with work, you decided to leave the kitchen.
With a gentle sigh, you wiped your hands on a kitchen towel and walked down the dimly lit hallway toward your shared bedroom. The familiar scent of fresh linens met you as you approached the door. Curious, you wondered where he could be as you opened the door only to find it empty.
“You called?” came a gruff voice behind you, sending a jolt of surprise through your body. You spun around, heart racing, and let out an embarrassingly loud yelp echoing through the quiet room.
“John!” you exclaimed, frustration and relief mingling as you faced him. There he stood, arms crossed, a slightly amused grin playing at the corners of his lips. His rugged demeanor and the twinkle in his eye made it hard to stay mad, even as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“I just came to let you know that dinner is ready,” you explained, your voice a mix of urgency and annoyance as you took a deep breath.
“Where were you?” you inquired, trying to sidestep him. However, he shifted his larger frame to block your way, forcing you to halt. You raised an eyebrow, gazing up at him with confusion and curiosity, your heart racing slightly at the unexpected barrier he presented.
"On the phone," he responded curtly, his voice steady yet evasive, leaving the conversation in mystery. A thick silence enveloped the space, stretching uncomfortably as his penetrating gaze bore down on you, filled with an intensity that made it hard to look away.
"Dinner can wait," he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. Reaching out with a hand roughened by years of combat, he gently grasped your wrist, pulling you towards him. His grip was firm yet gentle, a silent command you had come to recognize and submit to in these moments. With his free hand, he brushed aside a stray lock of hair from your face, his thumb tracing a path along your jawline as he looked into your eyes.
"I need to take care of some business first," he murmured, his tone dropping an octave deeper. His fingers trailed lower, tracing the curve of your neck until they reached the hollow of your throat. Watching your eyes flutter closed, he leaned forward, pressing a firm kiss against your collarbone, his facial hair scraping against your sensitive skin.
"Why don't you wait for me in the bedroom?" he suggested, his voice huskier than before. Releasing your wrist, he stepped back slightly, granting you space to leave while maintaining a dominant presence. His subtle shift in his posture told you he expected obedience, a challenge you couldn't resist. John watched you closely as you hesitated, weighing your options.
He knew that look, the excitement, and the apprehension that played across your features whenever he took charge like this. He savored the moment, relishing the anticipation. Finally, you nodded, a soft gasp escaping your lips when you turned your back. His hand landed swiftly on the bottom, sending you further toward the bedroom.
His heart raced at the sight of your retreating form, the sway of your hips enticing him further. He followed you, his steps measured and deliberate, allowing you enough time to reach the bed and prepare for what was to come. Entering the room, he caught your gaze, expectantly waiting for him, your eyes heavy with desire and submission. He closed the door behind him, sealing off the outside world as he began to remove his shirt, his movements slow and purposeful.
"Strip for me," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. The authority in his tone brooked no argument. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving your form as you hesitated for only a moment before beginning to undress. John leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as he watched you remove each article of clothing. His eyes roved over your body hungrily, taking in every curve and angle.
As your clothes fell away, he could feel his restraint slipping. He sat on the bed, his posture dominating as he watched your every move. His hands itched to touch you, to explore every inch of your bare flesh, but he held back, relishing in the anticipation building between you.
Once you stood before him completely naked, he rose to his feet, towering over you. He reached out, tracing his fingers along the curve of your hip and up your side, watching as goosebumps rose in their wake. Leaning down, he captured your mouth in a demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep as he tasted your sweetness. He felt your hands tremble against his chest, your nails digging in slightly as you wrapped your arms around him. Breaking the kiss, Price whispered against your lips, "On the bed,” he muttered your name. “On your knees."
He helped guide you onto the mattress, his fingers tangling in your hair as he positioned you precisely as he wanted. With a firm tug, he pulled your head back, exposing the smooth expanse of your neck. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin there, reveling in your gasps and moans. He could feel your body growing warmer, more pliable under his touch, and it only served to heighten his arousal. He would claim you tonight, reaffirming his position as your protector and lover.
With a low growl of desire, John trailed his fingers down your spine, savoring the way your body reacted to his touch. His eyes narrowed as he studied your form, the sight of your submission making his heart race and blood surge. He couldn't resist the urge to take control, to remind you of who you belonged to at this moment. He stepped back, allowing you to settle onto the bed as instructed. His gaze swept over you, drinking in every curve and dip in your skin that begged his attention.
John moved behind you, his hands gripping your hips firmly, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. Leaning over, he placed a series of soft, lingering kisses along your shoulder blades, working his way down your back until he reached the base of your spine. He felt you shiver beneath him, your breaths growing ragged with anticipation.
"You're mine," he murmured into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "And I intend to remind you of that." He gently bit your earlobe before trailing his lips down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. One hand slipped between your body and the mattress to cradle your breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple, causing you to let out a soft whimper. He continued to tease you, alternating between soft kisses and sharp nips until you were squirming beneath him.
Chuckling darkly at your reaction, John loved the way you melted under his touch, your submission feeding his dominance. "So eager, aren't you?" he whispered huskily, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. With a sinful smirk, John watched your cheeks flush under his scrutiny, enjoying how you trembled in anticipation. He took a moment to appreciate the view before moving in closer, letting his body heat envelop you. His hand slid from your breast to your stomach, his fingers dancing along the soft skin as he continued to rain kisses along the back of your neck. He could hear your heart pounding, matching the rhythm of his own.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. You obeyed instantly, your breath hitching as his fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive flesh between your thighs. His touch was light, barely there, but enough to send a wave of pleasure through your body. He reveled in the sound of your moans, knowing he was eliciting them. His thumb circled your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep you on edge.
Leaning forward, John nipped at your earlobe before whispering, "Remember who owns you," he growled softly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer to him, the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. He continued his ministrations, his fingers exploring your wetness while he kept you on edge with featherlight touches. The contrast between his firm hold and gentle caresses made you gasp, your body arching into him.
"You belong to me," he reiterated, his thumb now making firmer circles around your swollen clit while two fingers slid inside you, curling and stroking at just the right angle. He felt your walls tightening around him, your breath coming in shallow gasps as she rode the wave of pleasure.
His movements became more deliberate, his fingers moving in tandem with the rhythm of your hips as you rocked against him. With each stroke, you grew more desperate for release, your moans becoming louder, more pleading. John reveled in your submission, knowing he drove you to the brink. "Beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.
“Please, John!” You hiccuped, feeling tears of frustration well in your eyes, pushing your hips back against his assaulting fingers.
A smirk played at the corners of his lips; he loved how you sounded, desperate and eager to please him. He withdrew his fingers, letting you feel the loss before he spoke again. "That wasn't quite good enough, pet," he teased, a hint of amusement lacing his words. He grabbed your chin, turning your head so you could look into his piercing eyes, filled with lust and dominance.
"Beg me properly," he demanded, releasing your chin so his hand could slip down your body again, teasing you. He watched as your spine arched impossibly deeper before he dipped his fingers inside you once more, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing your clit with his thumb. He waited patiently, his eyes never leaving yours, wanting to hear the words he craved from your lips. It was like music to his ears when they finally came: "Please, Captain. Please let me cum for you."
That was all he needed. With a growl of satisfaction, he increased his pace, his fingers working in harmony with your hips as you fell over the edge. Your cries echoed through the room, and he reveled in the feeling of power that surged through him. You belonged to him, and there was no denying it.
As your orgasm subsided, John released you from his grasp, allowing you to catch your breath. He took a moment to admire the flushed look on your face, the sweat glistening on your skin, and the way your body trembled with aftershocks.
"Beautiful," he praised, his tone softening slightly. John couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at seeing you reduced to such a state of ecstasy under his touch. He leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, "You've been such a good girl for me tonight."
His grip tightened around your hips, pulling you flush against him before turning your head towards him and claiming your mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. His tongue danced with yours, tasting your desire, as his free hand moved to cup your breast. His thumb traced lazy circles around your nipple, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. With each passing second, John felt his need for you grow stronger. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a path of fire in his wake.
"Mmm," John rumbled appreciatively at your whimpers, savoring the taste of your skin. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me," he praised, nipping gently at your shoulder. His fingers continued to explore your sensitive folds, drawing out the remnants of your orgasm while he considered his next move.
He pulled back, his gaze locked on your face, watching your reactions as he undid his belt and freed himself from his pants. Your eyes widened, but he could see the hunger in them. With his erection pressing against your thigh, he reached around, his hand sliding between your legs to ensure your pussy was still leaking with slickness. Satisfied, he guided himself to your entrance and thrust forward, filling you up in one smooth motion. John groaned at the sensation, closing his eyes briefly as he reveled in your warmth. He began moving slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his size.
"Is that what you wanted, pet?" he asked, his voice strained with need. He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back to meet each of his thrusts. He knew you loved it when he took control and intended to give you precisely what you craved. John’s heartbeat quickened as he felt your body tighten around him, your breath hitching in pleasure. He loved this dance, this delicate balance of control and surrender between you. His grip on your hips tightened, and he began to thrust harder, relishing the way you moaned his name.
Leaning over you, he wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you back into him as he drove himself deeper inside you. His other hand found its way to your hair, gripping it firmly as he angled your head to the side. He couldn't resist kissing your neck, sucking gently at the soft skin beneath his lips as his pace grew relentless.
"Who do you belong to?" he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He loved hearing you say it and knew that you were his body and soul.
"I belong to you," you replied breathlessly, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your bodies colliding. John smiled against your skin, feeling a surge of possessiveness flood him. He bit down harder, leaving a mark, claiming you once more.
"That's right, pet," he murmured approvingly. "I’ll make sure you don't forget it."
With a fierce grin, John continued his assault on your senses, his movements gaining momentum as he listened to your breathy gasps and felt your body quiver under his touch. You filled his nostrils as he buried his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply.
His hips slammed into you; each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body. He loved the way you submitted to him, the way you begged and pleaded for release. He nuzzled your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he whispered, "Do you want me to make you cum again?" You moaned, nodding your head fervently as your fingers clutched at the sheets beneath you.
John chuckled darkly, his grip on your hair tightening as he began to thrust even harder, pushing you toward another orgasm. He could feel his release building, the tension coiling in his lower abdomen.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice strained. "Say you want me to make you cum, pet." You cried out, your voice hoarse, "Yes, Captain! Please make me cum!" That was all the encouragement he needed. Price angled his hips, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, his fingers digging into your flesh. Your walls clamped down around him as you came undone, your body writhing in pleasure beneath him. He growled in approval, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he buried himself inside you, his climax following closely behind.
As John stepped back, creating a moment of space between you, you felt the air rush back into your lungs, the sharpness of your breath filling the silence. He surveyed you for a moment, his piercing gaze not softening. When he finally spoke, his voice resonated with the gravitas of a seasoned soldier, each word heavy with experience and command. "On your knees, pet," He commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. As you complied, he admired your obedience, a wave of arousal washing over him.
His fingers traced your jawline before tangling in your hair once again, guiding your face toward his still-hard length. "Go on," he instructed, “make me cum” his deep voice resonating through the room. He enjoyed watching your lips wrap around him, your tongue swirling and licking away every drop of your combined shared pleasure. The sight alone was almost enough to bring him to the edge.
He groaned appreciatively as your pace quickened, your eyes looking up at him with such adoration. "That's it, just like that," he encouraged, his grip on your hair tightening slightly.
"Get ready," he warned, his hips jerking forward as he came, filling your mouth with his release. When he was spent, he pulled back, watching as you swallowed every drop before giving him a satisfied smile. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. “C’mon,” he urged you to stand, chuckling as your legs shook beneath you. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said, laying you flat on the bed before sinking to his knees and lifting your legs over his shoulders. You tilted your head back with a smile, running your fingers through his hair. You closed your eyes, letting out a sigh as his kisses descended your body and in between your thighs.
Dinner was likely cold by now, but the thought quickly disappeared when his lips wrapped themselves around your clit; your mind only concentrated on him, just as it should be.
