When it was fully erect and swaying in my face, I gave it a firm sailor’s salute. “At ease, Captain,” I said. Obviously, it didn’t deflate so I shook my head, tutting. “Are you defying me, Private? I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”
“Faith, will you please stop speaking to my penis like an errant soldier.”
“No can do, Harry. It’s getting court-martialed, and that’s all there is to it.”
“And pray tell, what will his punishment be?” I heard the humor in his voice and loved that I was able to bring him from his dourness.
I winked up at Harry. “A thorough tongue lashing, that’s what.” On cue, I took Harry into my mouth, moaning at the hiss that poured from his lips and how tightly his hands threaded into my hair. I was relentless.
“Faith,” he groaned, slamming his hips forward. My eyes watered as I struggled to take all of him. But I was a good commander in chief and got the job done with a little help from my hands. “Faith, I’m coming,” Harry said, and I tasted him on my tongue.
After I pulled away, I pointed at his spent dick. “Let that be a lesson, Private. Now, on your way.”
I screamed as Harry reached down and scooped me off the floor, carrying me to the closest wall. In seconds my robe was off, and in less than a minute I was stuffed full of the private who had just disobeyed me. It seemed like he didn’t like following rules.
Harry pounded into me so hard the back of my head repeatedly hit the wall. But I wasn’t complaining. I came like a firecracker, and Harry quickly followed behind, screwing whatever issue he was having with his father out of his system. I loved it when he got all rough and domineering.
I tried to catch my breath as Harry tucked his head into the crook of my neck, breathing hard. I pressed the edge of my hand on each of his shoulders and said, “I dub thee Sir Headbanger, of stupendous and savage wall sex.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Harry said dryly, but I heard the teasing in his voice and lifted his head and smiled.
“Nope!” I cupped his cheeks. I loved the rough stubble rubbing against my palms. I preferred feeling it between my thighs, but unless I straddled his shoulders right now, this would have to do.
“And, pray tell, what authority do you have to knight me?”
I acted affronted. “I, Henry Sinclair the Third, viscount and duke in training, am the queen of Pussytown and you will bow to me or risk having your cock severed from your groin. Do I make myself clear? I will not tolerate treason.”
“Understood, your majesty,” he said in the poshest voice he could muster, with a slight bow of his head.
“Your majesty. I could get used to you calling me that.” I kissed Harry’s soft lips. “Now, loyal subject, make me a coffee and tell me, what is happening with the king of my enemy’s land?”
“God, please don’t dub him that, he already has a Messiah Complex as it is.” Harry placed me down, and I walked like a newborn foal to the kitchen. I heard Harry snigger behind me.
“Laugh all you want, Harry. But someday I’m going to peg you with a strap-on as big as your eight-inch Private Harry there and see how well you can walk the next day.”
“Pegging? Where do you come up with this stuff?” he asked, not really wanting an answer. I slid onto the stool, and Harry began making us coffee in his fancy-ass coffee machine, which used beans from Shangri-La or some other bougie place. In fairness, they tasted like heaven, so I allowed it.
“He feels like he’s lost control of me, so he’s coming back to assert his authority. That’s what’s happening.”
“He said that?” I asked as he placed the espresso in front of me. I piled my usual four teaspoons of sugar into the glass, until it resembled syrup rather than silky cream.
“No. But that’s what he’s doing.” He caught my eye, and I could see he wanted to tell me something. I felt like he had wanted to for the past few weeks. Harry had moments of sadness, which I knew was due to his lack of family and the pressures from his father. But I felt like there was something else too. Something that held him back from giving himself to me completely. I wished he would talk to me. Then again, I was holding back a secret too.
I’d loved this month, and the longer I failed to tell him about the big feature and NOX, the more difficult it became. I was happy, for once, and I didn’t want to burst the bubble we’d created for ourselves. But Harry seemed tortured, and I wanted him to confide in me. To trust that nothing he could say would push me away.