Power Play
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Category:
1 through F › Crossing Jordan
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,056
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Crossing Jordan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
His domain
A/N again-don't own em. Just playing. And having way too much fun. They're MY toys. :)
*~*~**~*~*
I walk into his office, file in hand. He looks up, surprised to see me, and I close the door as I walk in. “What are you doing here?” He asks and I grin.
“Just dropping something off.” I say, laying the folder down on his desk and getting dangerously close to him. He looks at the window in his office door nervously.
“No.” He says simply and I quirk one eyebrow.
“No, detective?” I question, moving in as close as I can get without touching him. I know he's staring at my lips, begging me to kiss him, but I'm not going to give him that pleasure.
“No. This is my office, I set the rules, and I'm not going to start fucking where anyone can see me.” I step forward, one leg splitting his own, and I feel him pushing against me.
“Need I remind you who you're talking to?” I ask, bending my knee slightly, driving it upwards, eliciting a groan. I capture his lips in a harsh, bruising kiss.
“No.” He all but gasps and tries to pull me close, but I stand my ground, pushing hard on each of his shoulders, making him drop to his knees in front of me. He looks up at the pants that were entirely too tight on me, before looking back out the office window, and then finally once he was sure he would be safe, undid my pants.
It feels so good to be free from that one bit, and I bite down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning aloud as he grabs me with one strong hand. His lips are warm and wet as they kiss their way across me. He trails his tongue across me lazily and I feel my hips give an involuntary buck towards him.
He takes me entirely into his mouth and I grip the edges of his desk, my knuckles turning white. I can feel the very tip hitting the back of his throat as he swallows me down. He pulls back so that he just barely has the tip between his lips before impaling himself on me again.
I'm building quickly, from the sensation and the thrill. He was my toy, I had control over him, I merely needed to say the words and he was in front of me, doing whatever it was that I wished him to. And here I was, exerting his power in his territory. Forcing him to do what I wanted him to.
I groan, leaning back in the chair, reveling in the feel of his lips on me. The things that he can do with his tongue. My tongue, he's my possession. He's something that I own, he's my arrogant bastard to do with as I please. It's part of why I object to the way he's getting close to Lilly.
Not because I hate him, which I do, but because he was mine. And I know that I'm possessive. He's mine, not hers, not anyone else's to play with. Right now he was my toy taking me to new heights. One hand reaches out to cup my balls and I buck forward, driving my cock further into his throat.
He licks me again from base to tip and I shudder. I'm right on the edge and he knows it. I wrap my hands in his short hair, and pull him as far as he can go onto me as I climax, forcing him to taste me, forcing him to swallow me down, and I fight back a scream, not wanting to draw undue attention to us.
I pull the chair back away from him, and easily redo my pants, adjusting everything, leaving him there on his knees. “Everything you need for your case is in that file.” I say nonchalantly and walk out, leaving him there, not caring about what he wanted, he was my toy for my personal use.
*~*~**~*~*
I walk into his office, file in hand. He looks up, surprised to see me, and I close the door as I walk in. “What are you doing here?” He asks and I grin.
“Just dropping something off.” I say, laying the folder down on his desk and getting dangerously close to him. He looks at the window in his office door nervously.
“No.” He says simply and I quirk one eyebrow.
“No, detective?” I question, moving in as close as I can get without touching him. I know he's staring at my lips, begging me to kiss him, but I'm not going to give him that pleasure.
“No. This is my office, I set the rules, and I'm not going to start fucking where anyone can see me.” I step forward, one leg splitting his own, and I feel him pushing against me.
“Need I remind you who you're talking to?” I ask, bending my knee slightly, driving it upwards, eliciting a groan. I capture his lips in a harsh, bruising kiss.
“No.” He all but gasps and tries to pull me close, but I stand my ground, pushing hard on each of his shoulders, making him drop to his knees in front of me. He looks up at the pants that were entirely too tight on me, before looking back out the office window, and then finally once he was sure he would be safe, undid my pants.
It feels so good to be free from that one bit, and I bite down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning aloud as he grabs me with one strong hand. His lips are warm and wet as they kiss their way across me. He trails his tongue across me lazily and I feel my hips give an involuntary buck towards him.
He takes me entirely into his mouth and I grip the edges of his desk, my knuckles turning white. I can feel the very tip hitting the back of his throat as he swallows me down. He pulls back so that he just barely has the tip between his lips before impaling himself on me again.
I'm building quickly, from the sensation and the thrill. He was my toy, I had control over him, I merely needed to say the words and he was in front of me, doing whatever it was that I wished him to. And here I was, exerting his power in his territory. Forcing him to do what I wanted him to.
I groan, leaning back in the chair, reveling in the feel of his lips on me. The things that he can do with his tongue. My tongue, he's my possession. He's something that I own, he's my arrogant bastard to do with as I please. It's part of why I object to the way he's getting close to Lilly.
Not because I hate him, which I do, but because he was mine. And I know that I'm possessive. He's mine, not hers, not anyone else's to play with. Right now he was my toy taking me to new heights. One hand reaches out to cup my balls and I buck forward, driving my cock further into his throat.
He licks me again from base to tip and I shudder. I'm right on the edge and he knows it. I wrap my hands in his short hair, and pull him as far as he can go onto me as I climax, forcing him to taste me, forcing him to swallow me down, and I fight back a scream, not wanting to draw undue attention to us.
I pull the chair back away from him, and easily redo my pants, adjusting everything, leaving him there on his knees. “Everything you need for your case is in that file.” I say nonchalantly and walk out, leaving him there, not caring about what he wanted, he was my toy for my personal use.