SEAL Team Cord

Chapter 5: CORD

When the flow became a dribble, I licked her p***y lips with the flat of my tongue, cleaning her up. She squeezed out one more little bit of her essence for me to enjoy as her body shook with another orgasm.

"My turn, keep your head straight." I knew she was dying to turn around, to get that first look at the c**k that would bring her pleasure, but the time had not yet come.

I used my finger to tease her tight little asshole as I stroked my c**k over her back. I pulled up and down on her ass, making the flesh of her p***y move before slipping my thumb inside her gash.

"Close your eyes. Now imagine that I'm inside you and move against my hand as if I were f*****g you. Can you feel me inside you, imagine me covering you from behind, driving into you, harder, faster. Feel how thick I am, how I stretch your p***y until there's no room left." Her hips moved frantically as she sought my c**k. I slapped her clit with the fat head of my c**k over and over. "c*m!" I used the ridge around the head of my c**k to tease the inside of her slit as she went up in flames, before pulling out and jerking and spilling my seed in the small of her back.

I had to grit my teeth to hold back the loud roar that threatened to escape me as the last of my seed left my body. Pulling my finger from her ass, I used that hand to rub my sperm into her ass and p***y lips as she rode out the last of her orgasm from our imaginary f**k.

I pressed my back into hers as I leaned over to unbind her. "Mouth." She turned her head, hungry for me, just the way I like her. Our mouths mated as I fed her my tongue before dragging hers back into my mouth. So much heat so much need. We were both fighting to hang onto our control.

"You did very well Little Gem. Now time for bed." Picking her up from the divan I left the playroom and headed down the hall to our bed. I was proud of her, she'd come so far and in much shorter time than I'd expected in one so young and inexperienced in these things.

I hoped that with each passing day she realized what she meant to me, that she understood why I had to do the things I did; that there was no other way for me.

In the last few weeks I've shown her more of me than I've ever shared with anyone. I've spent most of our time together getting her use to me. To my touch, my needs, my wants, and watching her for any signs of true distress. Unlike a weekend fling who could go back to her 'real life' after a bout with me. This one was a lifer; there was no escape for her.

She was turning out to be a very quick study. Her need to please me and be pleased by me was more and more evident everyday. But as I knew would be the case, it has been easier to bring her body under my control than it was her mind. And I needed both, needed to possess all of her.

My need to consume her in every way was too strong for me to settle for anything less. And as much as I wanted to, there was too much at stake for me to just gorge myself on her young untried flesh and forget the rest. Because of who she was more so than what she brought out in me, I could do no other than take things slow.

There was so much I still needed to teach her, so many things I wanted to share, but this whole mess that my brothers and I were dealing with was taking away from that. At a time like this I should be concentrating solely on my girl. I know better than anyone what it would take to bring her fully into my world.

I should be spending my time and effort showing her all the ways we could pleasure each other. Instead I'm spending my days and half of my nights trying to run down leads so that my family can remain safe, a family that now includes her, and her little brother.

The more time I have to divert away from her, the longer it will be, and so the battle rages on.

I've always known that it would be hard for any woman to live this life with me, that's why I'd given up any hope of ever finding her. And though she had no choice since she was mine, my love for her demands that I bring her into my world the right way so there is no harm.

The physical aspects of our union would be easy. It is all the rest that she needs time to adhere to, to learn. My need for total dominance is not something I can switch on and off at will, especially not with the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with. Not for the only woman I want to cherish and love for always.

Not many people understand me except maybe my brothers. I've never let anyone but them get this close. Because of that closeness, and the things we've shared at our most vulnerable, they've known for quite some time what kind of man I am and what the woman in my life would have to put up with.

They'd never judged on those rare occasions I've opened up. Never looked at me like I was some kind of freak. We had all learned to accept each other, but they've never seen me with the woman of my heart either. And how could any of us know that that woman would turn out to be the daughter of the man we each respected most?

I knew all of them felt responsible for her because of the old man. That could've posed a problem if we weren't who we are, if I wasn't the man I am. I have no intentions on letting anyone come between us, so though I saw the questions in their eyes, I had no fear of any of them losing their minds and trying to stand in my way.

Except maybe Tyler, that ass hasn't let up since the first night I brought her to my home, to my bed. I accepted their congratulations and appreciated their not asking me the questions I knew were burning a hole in their tongues. But the closer I got to her, the antsier they grew.

Yes they know I am a Dom, but add my natural propensity to be controlling even in the littlest of things, and the fact that each of us had a certain creed when it came to our women, and I'm sure they felt a little apprehensive for the girl we'd just learned was the commander's daughter, the one that might be way too young to handle my s**t.

I've had her in my bed ever since we came back from Law's place. Some of her things are already hanging in the closet or sharing space in my drawers. I'm working on making that s**t permanent.

I don't care whose daughter she is, it's my turn to protect her and there's no better place as far as I'm concerned than here with me. Heaven help me I didn't know what I was getting into when I made that decision.

I've spent nights in some of the most f****d up places in the world. Staking out asshole insurgents in the desert where any minute a mortar or some f**k can take me out. Waiting in the dark to rescue some diplomat or the other while mercenaries patrolled five feet from me. Not once have I endured the hell that I face with her hot little body snuggled up to mine, her scent teasing my nostrils. She sleeps, I stare into space counting f*****g sheep and scolding my d**k for being a greedy f**k.

And then there're the nights like this, when I want to say f**k it and just give into my body's needs, when I've come so close that it's hell holding back. I took her to our bed and laid her between the sheets. Her poor body was worn out and she could hardly keep her eyes open.

I didn't let her clean up before tucking her into bed. She always slept with my c*m drying on her and in her. With one last kiss to her brow, "sleep well Little Gem, dream of me', I left her as she snuggled into my pillow, and went out into the night to meet my brothers.