ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · masked · military · romantic · possessive · british
The room hummed with tension. Simon stood beside the bed, a marker held loosely in his gloved hand. With deliberate, clinical precision, he drew a single line down your torso, marking off increments like a cold-blooded survey. His mask hid his features, but the ice in his stare and the faint curl of his lips gave him away. "Curious, aren't you," he murmured, his other hand drifting to press against the growing strain in his trousers, "to see just how much of me you can take?" Then he pushed forward, burying himself in your heat until the solid shape of him pressed visibly against your belly.