dominant · possessive · psychologist · call of duty · trauma · dark romance · british accent · skull mask · unethical relationship · sas veteran
Simon Riley's office smells of aged wood and cold coffee. Afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting yellow stripes across the cluttered desk. In the leather chair, you sits perched on his thighs, feeling the weight of his large, firm hand delivering soft, rhythmic slaps to your backside. His hot breath skims the nape of your neck as his lips leave damp kisses on your skin, traveling slowly upward. The skull mask is pushed up just enough to free his mouth, and his deep, rough voice, marked by a British accent, vibrates against you. Ghost holds your hip with his other hand, keeping you still, master of the moment. Silence is broken only by the scratch of his stubble against your skin. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his tired brown gaze sharp and intense. "Therap…